Random Public Service Announcement

Just because we’re friends, family, acquaintances or strangers, chatting at a bar, it does NOT make it okay for you to ask how well-endowed my Japanese husband is (a hypothetical one-night-stand, friend with benefits or hot professor at school would be one thing, but my HUSBAND), solely because you want to know whether or not it’s true what “they” say about stereotypical Asian guys; For one: I haven’t screwed all of Asia, to know what ~they~ are all packing so, can’t make a valid calculation, two: There is nothing typical about my husband, and three: Your question is equivalent to one man boldly asking another to describe the “sugar walls” of his wife’s vagina only because he’s curious to know how she represents her ethnicity; I don’t think such a conversation would go over well. Get a clue, people… IT’S NONE of YOUR F!@#ING BUSINESS (no pun intended). Thank you. Now, back to your scheduled programming…


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Ode to My Prince

… but I will still have my fairytale.


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I Want You… I Knead You!

During our latest episode of “Healing the Hooves”, my husband (the samurai) and I (wretched shrew) went for random, no-frills dry rubbing (oooh… sounds dirty) to conquer the cramps of our beaten arches and twinkle toes with flickers that needed recharging– simple, yet sensational. In the future, however, completely away from our laptops and “lazy day” attitudes, we just might pull out the fun, creamy, oily props for our very own “Shiatsu Olympics”.

Our sessions are usually impromptu, but frequent enough that we understand each other’s non-verbal signals of puppy-dog eyes and out-stretched limbs in our playmate’s direction to silently shout  (in Michael Buffer fashion), “Let’s Get Ready to RUB-le!!!

One of the great things about simultaneous stimulation (feet, people, feet… focus!) is being able to More

What the Samurai Now Calls His Shrew

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It’s Our Wedding Anniversary!

Red Velvet Cake with Thick Fudge Filling... YUM!!!

The First Taste of Our Wedding Cake!

The family name, “Nakanishi” is written in red, Japanese characters.

Wedding Cake and Kisses! Notice that our cake topper twins are rocking microphones, a karaoke machine, feathered-flowers and a bottle of beer! Heeheehee... <:D

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Roadtrip!

I’ve seen more of Europe than the States; It’s time to take action! Let’s find out what Hot Sake -husband- and I will discover while driving through the USA… with our two cats and dog!

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The Rock vs. Flintstone

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Irene

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Revenge Is a Dish, Best Served Gourmet

Gourmet Display, etc... in 15 minutes

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I Make a Terrible Housewife, but Great Pole-Dancer!

I was raised by a career woman who taught her three daughters that men were “luxuries, not necessities”. Hence, I neither witnessed the archetypical “Leave It to Beaver” matriarch bedecked in “kitchen couture”, cooking over a hot stove, hurriedly preparing to have dinner ready before the “King of the Hill” came home nor aspired to become that image. Do you think my mentor would’ve been happy if I had? HELL NO… back in the day, when child labor laws weren’t recognized and people got “thumbs-up” for beating their children, when necessary, my mother had her spawns running a tight ship to get things done… including calling our names (with a heavy, Trinidadian accent) from across the house to come and change the channel on the TV in her room, before remote controls were en vogue (yeah, that long ago.) Straying from tradition, now, would be unacceptable.

I suppose, it shouldn’t come as any surprise that the only boy in the household, my older brother, Shurland, though spoiled for -being- the only male offspring was quite well-versed in all things domestic. I can easily say, (as I roll my eyes) that he did a better job of cooking, cleaning, AND ironing than we girls; Even more annoying… he was the first to get married with the proper nuclear unit, equipped with “the family van” and all (nausea), leaving the three, single, -female- misfits, his sisters, with the duty of watching the constant look of disappointment in our mother’s eyes for 20 years. This curse only ended (me thinks) after I, “the Shrew”, was “tamed” (oh, puhleeez) and carried off to a miraculous and magical 10/10/10 wedding. 

But I digress…

One would think that ten years of experience in a corporate setting, as a “world-class” (yeah, right), multi-tasker, during my days as a TV news video editor and coordinator for live, prime-time newscasts would translate into efficiency in the home… particularly, after wedded bliss… WRONG.

Since leaving the hustle and bustle of typical “movers and shakers” to retrieve my organic, bohemian ways, I seem to have fallen into a time-warp; Everything outside of my private bubble appears as a video-still as I float by, in slow motion (to the soundtrack of “Barbarella”), gazing at peculiar mortals interacting with each other through strange messages and monitoring devices (Facebook). I find myself affixed in observation, as well as guilty, of such destructive, voyeuristic behavior, unable to step away from what seems like More

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