Saturday, September 09, 2006

Looking Thoughtful










Wish he was thinking about me.

Friday, September 08, 2006

For Your Delectation

Some extra body parts.

All of them.

All except the lovely hands.


An extra hidden Leila.


Hand on heart and a ciggie.


Amazing shoulders and extra hair.


A jacket hiding too much.


Either his hand in his pocket or...

(I wish he'd wear tighter trousers).

I went to the zoo (again) and I saw...

...some naughty otters...


...some lazy otters...


...the fattest ringtailed lemur I ever saw...


...a baby meerkat trying so hard to be grown up...


...a zebra with an erection...


...a skunk showing his stuff...


...an albino porcupine...


...a pelican whose bill holds more than his belly can...



...and some amorous hyacinth macaws.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Not a random post

It was going to be, then I remembered someone mentioning Newscom.com, and in the middle of posting, I found new pictures to add. Enjoy.









The feet to go with the hands

Someone on another blog said she hadn't seen a picture of the lovely, long-toed, elegant feet that are such a beautiful complement to the lovely, long-fingered elegant hands. I wish he'd trimmed his nails first, but you can still appreciate that, size 13 or not, he has attractive feet, and there are not many men you can say that about. I'd give them a massage. And possibly also a kiss or two. And maybe the odd suck...


Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Talk To The Hand

I love you, hand, you are the most beautiful hand I've ever seen (except for his other one).









Confused Relations

For years, some parts of my family had little or no knowledge of each other. The previous generation in the UK did not discuss one of the Canadian branches with the current generation, even though there was, I now know, some contact between them. This is how the relationships work out, and trust me, it ain't easy!

This is a photo of my paternal grandparents and their children. My dad is the little fellah sitting on his dad's knee. Grandad was Albert and Grandma was Kuni. They were German, but met in London, marrying in 1897. They both died long before I was born. (I'm the late youngest child of two youngest children).


This is Albert's brother Christian and Kuni's niece Lina. They met in London through my grandparents and married.


Christian was interned as an enemy alien in World War 1 - here he is, back row second from the left, at Knockaloe Alien Internment Camp on the Isle of Man, off the north-west coast of England. Lina was already in Germany with their daughter. The two young sons were sent home through war-torn Europe with labels round their necks. Christian was exchanged for injured British soldiers. Albert was not touched, having been in the UK for much longer and built good relations with the community. It wasn't necessarily a safeguard to have sons in the British Army, but Albert and Kuni's eldest two were fighting for King and country.

Christian and Lina produced another son, then emigrated to Canada. Lina's father and two of his other children followed, and because they had such an unusual surname, it was through their descendants that I managed to trace the family. One of Albert's other sons also went to Canada, but contact between the two families was lost. We are all now back in touch for the first time in decades. Of course, we are related on both sides - I've dubbed the relationship "double cousins".


The direct male line from my great-grandparents is extinct in Germany thanks to road accidents (the next generation in Britain will no longer bear the family name, either), but there are descendants from the female line, and Thomas, here with his wife Bettina, is one of them. His father, a retired teacher who can read the old German writing, has compiled the family tree going back to 1560.


Hartmut is Thomas's brother and now lives in the US. If it was exciting for me to meet some of my Canadian relations, imagine how I felt to make the link back to Germany. The brothers have been to visit in Canada before. The British family was the only part left out, because no-one knew where we were. I can't express how wonderful it is for me to have found them again, and the way they treated me during the reunion showed that they felt the same. What a great family.