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The thing I hate most about migraines is…

Jul 14, 2019 | Posted by in 2019 Smut Marathon, Kink &Scenes | 3

There really isn’t one thing. There are lots and lots of things. The pain The lost time The boredom The helplessness The inconsistency – never knowing how/when they will strike And tonight: Losing out on a great night with two amazing women at a play party, and Losing out on getting to vote for the first time in the Smut Marathon. I’d put a lot of time and effort and thought into the entries, but knew I was cutting it close by not actually putting my votes in when I knew which three I would choose. I had notes, though, and this time I wanted to post feedback in the form on the post. I had my feedback about halfway typed up, and took a break to hang out with my friends at the kink event we are at, sure that I’d be fine on time this afternoon.┬áThen the migraineRead more …

Day 16 – Stop with the Time Machine Already

Jun 16, 2019 | Posted by in Boob Day, Every Damn Day in June 2019 | 0

I’m just going to have to give in and start from now. No more time machining. Except wait, this was taken last Saturday, specifically to post over the weekend for Hy’s Boobday having been extended to include the weekend. But…eh…work conference being what it was, posting the image didn’t happen. So I’m posting it tonight! Me, in Dallas. Practically the only fun I had while there.

#AtoZChallenge – W is for a Wonderful Weekend of We

I am home after the long weekend. Had a great time, in spite of my initial “traveling alone” anxieties, which, as I drove home today, seemed so silly and out-of-proportion. Who was that that had felt all that? But, hindsight is always like that; I recognize, in the now, looking back, that that is anxiety’s job, to blow up every fear and insecurity into looming beasts. I’m getting better about recognizing that in the moment, though, too, and taming the anxiety beast with appropriate self-care, so there’s that. It’s all a process. In spite of those initial rough moments, the weekend blossomed in lovely, unexpected ways. There was the right amount of kink and play, the right amount of togetherness between V and I, Ad and I and the three of us. The three of us had a very satisfying scene on Friday night, and V and I spent aRead more …

February 14 – Cold Day by the Lake

Feb 14, 2019 | Posted by in 2019 February Photofest, Everyday Jade | 5

I have discovered Pixl! This was at the end of our adventure day. I was bundled up next to him in the car, drowsy, satisfied with our day’s ramble. Happy to be sharing this time with him, sharing a mutual interest. A lake by the highway attracted our attention. “I want to take pictures of you by the lake,” he said. We had to double-back to get to it. And there were more cars there than either of us had expected. It was cold. But I couldn’t resist his grin. It was such a beautiful day. Clear, bright, the sunlight like shards of glass, reflecting, prismatic. The sound of geese in the air. The breeze so very cold on exposed skin, on the rings below. It was a good ending to the day.  

February 9 – Back from Ohio

Sunday Night, Home Again What a week I’ve had. I got very ill with a stomach bug the Tuesday before we left for Ohio, then came down with a vicious head cold Wednesday morning, the day before I was to go over to V’s before we headed out of town. It was to be our first weekend away, alone at a kink event, in almost 3 years. But instead of the pre-event debauchery I had imagined, I spent Thursday night drugged on Nyquil with a box of tissues curled up in the bed we share at his house, by turns whimpering because I felt so bad and apologizing because I felt so bad. I was medicated to the gills all the way up to Ohio in the car on Friday, although by that time the worst had passed, and 8 hours after we started out I was feeling more myselfRead more …

One last day in the sun.

Dec 29, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade | 0

I just realized I never did get around to posting about our last day on vacation. We had bookended the cruise with a day before and after in Ft. Lauderdale. The first night, although it turned out fine, was a bit of a bust – ratty hotel in a kind-of run-down industrial area; us with no real idea of where we were or where we should go; my new walking shoes wearing a hole in my heel. But against all odds we pulled a good night out of what could have been a real disappointment, probably because the two of us are (thank goodness) similar travelers: we seldom let minor setbacks or snafus ruin our mood. This day, while similar in that we had no solid plan when we got in to port, and didn’t know what the hotel would be like (except that the previous experience booking the firstRead more …

More mash. Or maybe it’s mish…

At times I find (most times, lately) that I have to make myself sit down here and write. I feel vaguely ashamed of this admission. Writing – this blog and the many short stories I wrote – used to be my life. Truly. Though I got burned out at times, even then, I was so incredibly proud of what I had built at K&P. It was more than just the followers I had. Though “You like me! You really like me!” certainly described how I felt about it. It was even more than the salacious pleasure I got from knowing I could share these bawdy adventures, this crazy life, and people would read it. People would fantasize about it! It was even more than knowing it made W feel to read my accounts of what we’d done, knowing others were reading about it. (Yeah ok, maybe we were shallow thatRead more …

A Mish-Mash of Things

Dec 19, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade, Relationship Stuff, Wicked Wednesday | 3

I suppose that should be “things” lowercase t, but it’s a title, so it’s “Things” capital-T, even though it’s really just a random, unsorted, largely unrelated and probably not too interesting mish-mash of thoughts. I haven’t had time or inclination to write much, until this moment really, when I trudged up the third stairway to my room, a little wobbly from a very strong white Russian, but not wobbly-headed enough that I couldn’t contemplate putting fingers to keyboard. And suddenly I wanted to. My second WR is next to me on my nightstand, so we shall see how far I get. LOL Really, I should be spending every spare moment crocheting a gift I am making for my sister, but obviously I am not. Hah – crochet. That will be my number one not-very-interesting thing. Crochet I am making this for my sister. Which, frankly, freaks me out a littleRead more …

Another Island, in Pictures

Dec 9, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade | 2

Grand Cayman There were six ships in port the day we spent in Grand Cayman, but it didn’t feel crowded or hectic to me as Cozumel did (we’d visit Cozumel the next day.) It’s a lovely little island, but, because of its position as a British territory, it is vastly different than Jamaica or the islands off Mexico. More like “home” – whether that’s a good or bad thing I don’t know. We had scheduled a horseback riding excursion with a woman that had lived on the island her entire life, raising and riding horses for most of it. As usual, click thru for commentary if you’re interested. And these last two images I had to post together. Adam and his horse were particularly well-suited. Both big-boned, sweet-natured, slow and steady, and always with an eye out for a snack or a nap.  

Aaaand it’s already Friday.

Dec 7, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade | 2

Days are so short when you have nothing that you have to do. I go to sleep each night thinking, “tomorrow I will post some pictures and words about our trip,” and every morning I’m already off and running before I take the time to sit and write. It’s not like I’m not relaxing – I’m doing a lot of that too. But our days are curiously filled with activities as well. Three islands in three days has kept us moving for sure. But we’ve been busy on the ship too, following around our favorite musical acts: a female vocalist/guitarist with a voice like an angel, a string trio from Bellarus playing classical music that is absolutely divine, and a jazz trio that we’ve stayed up later than we should just to listen to. “Later than we should.” Hah. What a couple of old people we are! But it’s beenRead more …