OOPS, YOU BE DEAD!!

A woman who admitted killing one of France’s richest men during sex games told a Swiss court Monday, she shot him dead because he called her a whore.  Now, think about that, she was his mistress and they were playing sexual games and she blew (not the enjoyable blow) him away.

“Of course I am 100% guilty because I did it,” said Cecile Brossard, mistress of the slain banker; she told a 15 member jury, adding that she lost control when he told her, “One million for a whore, that’s expensive.”

The body of the guy was found in his penthouse apartment in Geneva in 2005, he was wearing a latex suit and had been shot twice in the head and twice in the body.

Brossard’s lawyer says it was a crime of passion, punishable by up to 10 years imprisonment.  What do you think?  Passion to the max, was it that difficult to get his pecker up?   Game over, no mas.  Guilt will make you do foolish things, and more guilt to be piled on, is there no end?

Update:  She be imprisoned for the death of her “Daddy.”  Cecile Brossard got 8 1/2 years for murdering her lover; not a bad sentence for blowing the guy away.

OOPS!! MISPLACED THE KEY–CALL THE COPS

Author Richard Bradigan wrote a  good one in “Willard and his Bowling Trophies.”   Scene in the book, guy is having a good time with his wife and somehow during their sexual adventure, the guy gets hungry, hops out of bed heads straight for the frig, has something to eat, leaves the frig open and forgets to head back to the bedroom to where his tied up wife is waiting (dried up by now) for him to finish his performance.   Thirty years later, real life experience.  Truly, “If you love something set it free and if you can’t, call the police.”

Suburban Detroit police responded to a call Thursday by a man who handcuffed his wife to their bed but misplaced the key.  Universal key was used to free the woman.  Visualize that experience; the husband has to be considered a  first class schmuck, the age of the couple  not  known at this time.  Oh well, life is good and to all those that have an impairment related to the husband, get an extra key made.

Adios for now, off to Mount Charleston to run the dogs and see some wildlife.

HIKING IN VEGAS FOOTHILLS

 

Guess who was watching us?

RED ROCK CONSERVATION AREA!!!!  Just got back from a fabulous adventure inside Red Rock.  Willow Springs at the La Madre turn off was the area we hiked today; cool, not windy, clear beautiful very early morning;  gates open at 6:00AM and we were there at gates parting.  Willow Springs/La Madre is more or less 8 miles in on the 13 mile circuit–rabbits getting back to den, Burros trying to graze, foxes getting back to their dens also–all on display as we make our way to the canyon.  Park the car, let the dogs out and off we go; it used to be fast pace but the dogs and friends are a tad older and a bit slower, but the joy of the early morning hike keeps the humor going.  Dogs are going off on minor adventures as we stick to the trail and then all of a sudden the mad yelps, high pitched screaming and across the road comes a Bighorn Sheep and the dogs are right behind in pursuit…I think the Bighorn was a tad older as he as well as the dogs were not moving in the youthful vigor state.  (slow motion to be exact)  Nice size sheep, big old white butt climbing the hills ahead of the dogs–dogs pooped out first and headed back to the human pack; tongues hanging, and time to sprawl for a moment.  We continued on our adventure and about 2 miles up the trail is a pool, water constantly flowing and the dogs jumped in and hung out in and around the pool for at least a half hour, until they started shaking–cool, crisp, mountain water.  If you have a chance to experience more of Vegas then the casinos, try hiking in Red Rock or at Mt. Charleston–it has a grounding affect and gets one ready for the BS they have to face every day.  Bring the camera and enjoy.

Another adventure at Last Chance Ranch

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It keeps getting better for all those animals at the Last Chance Ranch Sanctuary.

BE YOUR OWN HERO

Hero’s can be bought and sold, be your own hero and you don’t have to answer to anybody but yourself…Do it right, be proud and as Bette Midler says “Phuque em, if they can’t take a joke.”  There is so much BS and greed who do you have but yourself and those that you love and are loved by you?  Enough, off for adventure in the Mountains.  A little side trip about an adventure in the Arizona desert; myself and the pack of dogs went for an early morning walk outside of Kingman Arizona, my friends sanctuary called “Last Chance Ranch.”  Being the desert you know the dogs might get into cactus and other plant life that seems to cling and insert itself so one takes along a hemostat to pull the spikes out if the dogs don’t.  This morning there was something else I had to take with me, a 38 caliber pistol.  Why, one would ask do I need a pistol and a hemostat?  Rattlesnakes, they are moving and getting into their Spring routine after taking it easy for the Winter.  It was a lucky day for us all, no rattlers, no cactus spikes and good morning adventure in the Arizona Desert.  

RATTLESNAKES–FOR REAL

Went for a early morning hike with the dogs, they were ready and so was I.  Got to the conservation area early, gates hadn’t opened yet, we were the second in line to get in and the sun was just ready to rise.  Comfortable early morning weather so we went to an area called Willow Springs and set out for our bonding Sunday.  Two miles into the hike you get to this pond and the dogs just have a blast, jumping, swimming and chasing the splashes.  Fifteen-twenty minutes we hang out before we continue our adventure to the water falls.  One would not expect to see all the greenery and water around when you are just a walk away from the desert.  We just hang out and explore the falls and then head back.  Feeling good, knowing it is just a short adventure to get to paradise; walking down the trail the Mini Schnauzer is really animated by something in the bushes, I walk over and bend down to see what was going on and there it is; a pissed off rattlesnake coiled and hissing away, ready to get its’ fangs into the Schnauzer or myself.  Picked the screaming wonder dog up and walked away from the the rattler, my other dog has the sense not go to close to the bush and the hiss.  This is not the first time we have encountered rattlers, but the first time one has appeared in the striking mode; adios rattler hope we don’t see you next time around.   Continued our adventure downward and there on the path, three, Long Horn Sheep–off the dogs go and off to the hills the sheep go–guess who got higher quicker?  The sheep are so cool to watch and hear–click, click and off they go quickly and so adept.  Dogs came back, tongues hanging out ready to go home.  Day light savings time brought another adventure for us to enjoy and feel happy that we did survive.  Life is good, keep livin it.

“FLUTE MEDICINE”

When times get a little testy, and you feel like crap;  grab a listen to this CD–it will take you away and then bring you back to feeling better then you were before you listened.  Cynth makes her own flutes out of Bamboo and the sound is rich and full.  Enjoy the feelings of comfort from this music, I do. 

DONT’ TELL YOUR MOM!!

I was living in Mexico and wanted to spend sometime alone with one of my god-sons and the beach was our favorite place to be, off we went.  We were living in the hills above Puerta Vallarta and were going to head North about an hour away to the best surf spot around, the town is known as San Pancho to the locals but its official name is San Francisco in the State of Nayaritt. (spelling of state could be different) We got in the warm water and did some body-surfing before we got on the boards and went to the South point for the kind of waves one hopes for; big and shapely.  We were hanging, laughing, caught a couple of waves and then I noticed this fin in the distance and was observing the routine the body attached to the fin was doing.  I thought it was a dolphin at first and then the fear hit me, it was a rather large shark scoping out the next meal and we were the appetizers in sight.  I did not want to panic my god-son or the few guys that were around but, I let out the biggest scream SHARK, SHARK, SHARK; we all caught the next wave, sloppy as shit, but we made it out of the water safely.  What I mean in the title is my god-son was only 10 years old and we would not be allowed to go on our unique adventures if his Mom found out about this one.  We were lucky, lived to go on more adventures, some as interesting as the last one, always fun.  If you get down to the area, please stop by the best bakery around; it is called Pie In The Sky and it is about fifteen minutes North of the P.V. airport, in the town of Buscerias.  We went there often to celebrate the joy of living.  The bottom line to this ramble is, he never told his Mom and we are still close, lucky me.