small rant followed by obligatory smut question

First of all, my cute little kitty is going to be the death of me. Or I will be the death of her, not sure which yet. She is attacking my feet when I walk, or sit, or stand...she tries to climb up my legs. She bites. She cries. She stares at my hands, wiggles her butt, then attacks my hands, or my shirt, or my hair, or my feet...(she really has a thing for feet). Gah! I'd forgotten how much work having a baby was. /end rant

Now, for what you all undoubtedly came here for...

Today's question is; What music, or songs, put you in the mood? Do you find playing music during sex enhances the mood? Do you find that the act itself changes depending on the music played?

My answers...

I know this will sound like a cliche, but I love the song Let's Get it On by Marvin Gaye. A couple more of my favorites are:

Feel Like Makin' Love by Bad Company
Feelin' Love by Paula Cole
Glory Box by Portishead (from the Stealing Beauty soundtrack)

One thing I noticed was that music can change the pace and mood entirely. When we are stuck with only a radio, we end up listening to classic rock usually, but classical is nice for a change, too. So, what get's *you* in the mood?

More questions for you to answer...(stolen from another blog)

I'm going to put the questions in bold and my answers underneath them.

1. Why did you start blogging?

I started because I knew a few people who already had them and some I wanted to comment on. I also felt like I needed an outlet, somewhere to write about things I wanted to say.

2. Have you ever wanted to meet a blogger in person?

Yes! Many of you who I have gotten to know better have made me want to do a peep meet.

3. Have you ever met a blogger in person?

Nope, not yet.

4. Have you ever spoken to one on the phone?

*sigh* No, not yet.

5. Do you have more than one blog?

No, but can you imagine how bad it would be if I felt the need to have a more personal blog? lol! I say almost anything here.

6. Where do your ideas for posts come from?

My life, my head. Things I read...things I hear about and wonder about...

7. Have you ever fallen for another blogger?

Most of the bloggers here are women, but I guess I can say that I've grown to care about some (if not all) very much.

8. How many blogs do you read?

Yikes. I had to count them and there are 43. Some are somewhat inactive and don't require a lot of time, though.


9. What do you like to read in a blog?

I like to read about real stuff, people's lives, mostly. I am a very curious person and I love to know how things are for other people.

10. Are there blogs you shy away from?

Not so far, though I don't spend much time lurking or blog surfing either. I suppose if I did I might find some that I didn't like.


11. Why do you keep writing?

I am here because I love the interaction with others and because I like having a place to vent, and share things, and learn about others.

Question for the ladies...

First of all, here is our new kitty. My kids named her Missy. She is really tiny still, but off the bottle finally. I could only find a bobble head for a size comparison. She is sticking her tongue out at arkie, because arkie has been using my blog to further her own agenda. *glares at arkie*



Now for the smutty question:

Is it normal to think or say completely random things during sex? Since this is a wholesome blog, I will try to avoid details, but what got me thinking about this is what happened tonight. I was engaged in a physical activity (involving DH) and right in the middle I said, "I need to work out tomorrow". I was completely ignored, so then I said, "I wonder if what's her name will forgive what's his name on Grey's Anatomy". This time I was told he didn't want to think about that at that moment, so I continued..."I would forgive you, honey!" Then it occurred to me that I was being rude. So I kept thinking about stuff but I kept it to myself. Does this signify a serious problem? FTR, I'd like to say that this doesn't happen all the time. But I wonder if we, as women, tend to think too much, to the point of not being able to turn it off. It's funny, but whenever I ask DH what he is thinking, he answers me completely honestly, with "nothing". I believe it, too. I would love to be able to shut my thoughts off. So this is normal, right?

ETA~ I cannot figure out how to change the location of the pics after they have been added. *sigh*

oh. my. god.

I went to a party today with my brother. I was really nervous because I was seeing people I had not seen in about 10 years, including the guy I used to majorly crush on (or back then, thought I was totally in love with). So anyways, we get to the house and fortunately, we were among the first to arrive, which made me feel a little better (not having to walk into a crowded house). I sat with the girls and we were all chatting about girl stuff when one of them brings up a guy named Frank. Okaaaaayy. I got very uncomfortable because when I was on a brief hiatus from DBF (DH) I went out with Frank. We made out in a car, he begged me to sleep with him, I said no way. Well I find out tonight that he not only had a (sorta) girlfriend at the time, but she was at the party (standing next to me). She looks at me and says, "it's ok, he called me that night and told me everything". Um, everything? Oh yeah. He told everyone we slept together. For over 10 years these people have thought I slept with this guy.

Then, to make me even more uncomfortable, they bring up Andrew, who I made out with around the same time. FTR, I've made out with a grand total of 3 guys (one being DH) . So this was my entire history, being dragged out. So I'm standing there, swearing to them that nothing major happened between Frank and I when my old crush got there. The hostess, who is completely insane, says "Greg! Did you know Tab made out with Frank and Andrew?" Greg looked very uncomfortable and I grabbed my purse and headed to the bathroom, where I hyperventilated. When I came out, Jennifer (the hostess) informs me that Greg had a crush on me back then. Thanks, why the hell didn't he tell me then?? Whatever, nothing I can do about that now. *sigh* Believe it or not, after that horrifying start, I actually had a decent time. I drank too much, but not wine, since that is what gives me the horrible headache.

I talked to Frank's ex at length, (turns out he killed himself a few years ago) and I really liked her. She came on to my brother all night, but besides that, she was a nice girl. Greg went to the store and bought me some Black Cherry Smirnoff, since I didn't like the Apple kind, and then we sat and caught up for a while. He is a great guy. OMG! I almost forgot, he asked me where my kids were and I answered, "they're with DH" (I actually said DH). He didn't catch it, or if he did he didn't ask me about it, but I was totally embarrassed after that. It's funny, I kept wondering why I ever liked him so much, and other than being "nice", I have no idea. I was very boy crazy back then, though, so it didn't take much.

That was my evening. When I got home I couldn't share much of it with DH, for obvious reasons. My brother wants me to go again sometime. I might actually do it. One thing I keep thinking about is how we are all exactly the same as we were back then, but now we are all grown-ups. It's kind of disturbing. I always thought we'd be so much more mature than we were back then. Guess not.

Drunk blogging

It's finally over. Dinner at my parents house, after cooking all day at my house. Advice: do not use small red potatoes for mashed potatoes. Ever. I had to peel these tiny little suckers and after I accidentally dropped the 37th one into the trash, I got out the alcohol. Then I broke a nail. I was swearing like a sailor (kids were gone, thank goodness). I dropped several more potatoes in the trash, where they stayed, obviously, and broke a total of three nails. All I had to drink was some Smirnoff and the 3 bottles of wine I was supposed to take to my mom's. I managed to stay out of the wine. Until I got to my moms where I opened one immediately. My mom, brother's GF and I drank two bottles and I snuck in the only other thing I could find, Mike's Hard Lemonade.

We watched some old family videos, and everyone decided I was a bitch, even at 10 years old. (pfft! just 'cause I pushed my little brother a couple of times)
::Smut alert::
DH thinks he is getting lucky, because I drank a little much. Plus he saw the panties I chose to wear, and apparently everything is a sign. (FTR, it's not) ::end smut:: I'm going to that party tomorrow. Hopefully the headache that's coming on right now will be gone by then. I am so glad tonight is over. It was fun, but really, so much work. Plus, I can't afford to drink like this all the time. And my dad called me a lush. Oh, but I was responsible and had my brother drive me home, since DH took the kids home way earlier than me. Since the women have to do all the cleaning (and cooking). I will come back and proofread this tomorrow. Right now, I have to go prove DH wrong. *grin*

I watched the 2005 American Music Awards tonight. All I can say is that I was truly horrified by Lindsey Lohan. I knew she had no talent already, but watching her try to sing was like watching a train wreck. It was painful, really. But, Tim McGraw and Keith Urban more than made up for it. :) Oh! And Rob Thomas! Yummy. I wanted to watch Pharrel, but I was distracted by something. I like him, too.

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Wednesday I will be at my moms for most the day, cleaning and helping her get ready for Thursday. Then I have to go pick up the new (yet to be named) kitty. On Thursday, I suppose I will be cooking. Not sure what yet, as it hasn't been officially assigned to me. Honestly, I am already looking forward to Monday, when the kids and DH go back to school and work. My brother wants me to go with him to a party Thursday, where I would see tons of friends I haven't seen in years. Including a guy I was in love with. I'm not sure I will go, it's just too nerve-wracking for me.

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Not sure who will be around for the next couple of days, but for any who are traveling, please drive/fly (or whatever) safely. No drinking and driving!!! Have a good thanksgiving!

ETA~ Won't be going to the party with DB until Friday, apparently. And there is a fly in my house that keeps buzzing around me. It is pissing me off so badly that I am going to leave the house now. And the flying bug spray DH bought might as well be water. It doesn't work. Argh!

They felt like water balloons

My young friend's new boobs, that is. I used to babysit this young lady. Can't believe she is 20 years old. Anyhow, she came to the party my mom had on Friday and she was so proud of her new set. She immediately took me into the guest room and pulled her shirt up. I tried to look mostly at her face, but it was the first time I've seen implants, in person. They were quite tasteful, but I was shocked at how high the nipples were. And they reminded me a bit of a goldfish's eyes, looking away from eachother. But quite nice, nonetheless. She even made me touch them. So I poked one side, and like I said, it felt just like a water balloon.

The party was really nice, saw a lot of friends I hadn't seen in a while, had some wonderful blackberry merlot, talked about boys, and hey! I got to touch some boobs! Before the party, my mom asked me to do all the food shopping. I know it doesn't sound like a big deal but it was.
I have a slight case of agoraphobia. I asked DD to go with me (because I would never go alone) and for some reason (completely idiotic) I decided to try a store I'd never been to. Big mistake. I was dressed up really nice, so I thought I would feel okay, but it didn't matter. I knew everything I did was wrong. I knew everyone was watching me, wondering why I looked lost, or why I looked panicked. In the end, I bought everything we needed, and I felt very grown up as I left the store. I will never go there again.

That was my weekend (but I'm skipping the really interesting *rolls eyes* dinner with DH I had on Saturday). Oh, and I'm skipping how the %$#&@$ Raiders beat the Redskins on Sunday. And how I could hear the new neighbors across the street cheering them on. Stupid neighbors.

Confessions

1. I lust after the father of one of DD's friends. I have been for 6 years now. He is extremely good looking and nice and he says my name alot when we talk. It makes me swoony.

2. I returned a pair of Jeans without the belt they came with. (this makes me feel guilty)

3. My Schwan's guy talked to me for about 10 minutes today, saying really weird stuff about 30 being my "prime", and after the first two minutes, I zoned completely out and pretended to listen to him. In the end, I have no idea what all he said, but I smiled and nodded alot. I also pictured him naked. (oh god, did I just admit that?)

4. I swore like a sailor today when a fly kept buzzing around my head. I really surprised myself, since I normally don't swear (much).

5. Sometimes, when DH calls home during the day, I lie and say I'm on the other line.

Okay, your turn. Confess something. It will make you feel better. Or, at the very least, it will make me feel better.

Speaking of sex...

Because we were, weren't we? I think it's totally hilarious that tonight's bartering took place over my email and DH's cell phone (texting) while he was at home with me. So much easier than face to face talking. Sometimes these things end up sounding more like a business arrangement. *grin*

In other news, I went to dinner with a girlfriend I hadn't seen in awhile. I love her, I really do, but don't we all have a friend who is so damn insensitive that you want to strangle them? Over the years, she has said and done many rude or thoughtless things. Not just about me, but about other people. Classic example, she goes into the mall and wants the make-up lady to do her face. The lady is asking what kind of "look" she wants and my sweet friend Anna says., "I want something subtle and classy. No offense, but just not anything like yours". She came out looking like a clown. Good for the make-up lady!

So tonight, I tell her I might consider a breast reduction. Now, I'm only half serious, because I do like my chest, but it would still be nice if it were slightly smaller. I mentioned something about being a D and she gets this weird look on her face, so I say,"what, you don't think I'm a D?" She says, "no, you're bigger than that. You look uncomfortable. More like a G". WTF?!!? Are you freaking kidding me? I had to practically lift up my shirt to prove to her that not only was I wearing a D but it was fitted correctly (because she then tried to say that 95% of all women are wearing an incorrect size). I left the restaurant feeling like I looked like a freak. I could go on and on about her, but I do love her. She just makes me crazy sometimes. I guess that's why it had been so long since I'd seen her.

One last thing...I need help! I am getting a kitten! Yay! It is supposed to be a friend for our other cat who is emotionally starved for more attention than we can give him. The new kitty is all black and a female. I want a good name. Our other two cats came as pairs originally, but were split up. So we have one from each set. They were named Smokey and the Bandit, and we still have Smokey, but not Bandit. The other set was Barnum and Bailey, but we now only have Bailey. Is there anything we can name this kitten that would go with the other names? Particularly with Bailey, since he is the reason we are doing this. We haven't gotten her yet, as she is still being bottle fed by the owner. Any ideas?

Ugh!

I came home tonight after a grueling 5 hour workout (okay, I was shopping, really) and what do I find? Sitting on the kitchen counter is chocolate cake. Chocolate freakin' cake. I? am PMSing right now. The question? Should I have some? The answer? No. Why? Because who wants to eat cake after freakin' looking in the magnifying mirrors in all the dressing rooms? And the lighting in those rooms suck. There are oreos on top of the cake. I have a splitting headache. I feel really bad for myself. In fact, I sorta got mad at DH for buying the damn cake to begin with. So which is worse? Chocolate cake or 3 shots of Goldshlager? Because I'm about to have one or the other.

So, here's some of what I bought for myself...(during my workout)

Old Navy Jeans
A black and grey plaid purse
Black high heels
Striped scarf (very cute)
A grey fitted sweater

I've decided against the cake. It probably tastes like crap, right? (say yes)! Goldshlager and Tylenol PM go well together, I think. *yawn*

Anniversary wishes... (and some smut)

First~ Happy 4th? Anniversary Rose and DH!!!

Now, for the smut (that's what ya'll wanted, right?).

My question today is; is it ever okay to barter for sex? Or, more specifically, use sex as a bartering tool? I think if it's done in a playful manner, it's okay. I have used sex to get all kinds of stuff. Mostly massages, but I went as low as using it to get DH to buy me a Soap Opera Digest, once, too. I often wonder if I'm normal, and asking real life friends, face to face, is a little embarrassing, so here I am. Please tell me this is normal. Also does anyone keep track of how often you have sex, on a calendar? DH and I were arguing over the frequency a long time ago and the only solution was to keep track. Little "x"s all over the calendar, resulted. But it's important to know, you know, in case of an argument where you NEED to know, know what I mean? (please say yes)

Okay, that was my weekly installment of TMI. Hope it was good enough for you pervs. *wink*

Welcome MTW!!!

Yay! We have another one! Of course, this one is a boy, but he doesn't have cooties, I promise. So please go tell him if he can link you! He already admitted to being a blurker in his blog, but he's coming out to play now. I have him linked already, but here is the link, to make it easier...

http://poopybooty.blogspot.com/

He explains in his blog how he came up with such a catchy address name.

Welcome MTW1961!

Two things (or more)

First, why is everything so slow around here? Where is everyone? Even the other place is slow. Actually, it's been a PITA to load lately, too.

Second thing, today I learned that if I don't heat tomato soup long enough, I really don't like it. I almost gagged. I ended up reheating it, but I'm disturbed by how much I disliked it.

Also, my DS called home from school today (because his teacher made him) to tell me he had a "homework note" for me. *sigh*

And why is it when I do my make-up or dress nicely the first thing the kids say is, "are you going somewhere?" Same with when I clean up around the house..."is someone coming over?"

Pfft! Whatever. I do my make-up almost daily and try to clean the house every day.

*sigh*

I had a dream last night that I had a baby. It was premature and they told me she might not survive. In my dream, I held the baby, she was perfect and tiny and seemed very healthy. I was going to take her home, and I even nursed her in the dream. All day today it has been popping into my head. I guess because my dreams are very vivid. In fact, more than once, in pretty embarrassing circumstances, I have mistook a dream for reality. They are SO real to me. So I have been missing this little baby all day. In reality, I cannot have any more children. Well, *I* can, but DH had a vasectomy. I'm pretty sure I don't want any more kids but it's funny how what we want at one point in life, can change so much a couple years later. And really, wouldn't it be dumb to have another kid, just so you can have a baby? Because the baby will just turn into a child, and I'm quite certain I'm done wanting children. I've got two and I'm quite content.

Anyhow, it got me to thinking about dreams in general. I guess some people don't remember their dreams. DH doesn't. I do every night. In fact, more than one each night. And they are so realistic! Have any of you ever woken up thinking something had just happened, when in fact it was just a dream? I've gone as far as asking people about a news story I saw, expecting them to have heard about it and being told it never happened. Once I think about it, I realize it wasn't very plausible to begin with, but the point is that they can be so real. Don't even get me started on sex dreams. Holy carp! Sometimes I feel as though I have committed adultery! LOL! Tell me, do you dream? And to what extent? Do you physically experience your dreams as well?

How old are you? & misc. questions

I will be working at my mother's house for most of Tuesday and I feel very sorry for myself. Also, my kids have two WEEKS of minimum days. Also, I am cold. In fact, I have lit a candle for the sole purpose of wrapping my hands around it while I am at the computer desk. DH won't let me turn the heat up. It's 72 degrees in here. Isn't that cold? Anyways, the point it, I feel sorry for myself. So please humor me and answer these questions. That will make me feel better.

I would like to have an organized place where I can find the info I need about each of you. Here are your questions;

1. How old are you?
2. Do you have kids?
2a. If so, how old?
3. Significant other?
4. Where do you live?
5. When is your birthday?
6. Anniversary? (if applicable)
7. Do you work, and if so, what do you do?
8. Will you kick Carey's ass if she gets herself banned?

It's official...

I'm a screamer. And a gasper.

And no, this isn't smut related, thank you very much. Apparently I am a very jumpy person. I've always known to some degree what a scaredy cat I am , but lately it's gotten so much worse. I walk every night (for exercise) with DH, and on our walk yesterday, as we were going past a house, a man came walking down his driveway. Even though I saw him, and knew it was a person, I let out a huge scream. The poor man didn't speak English and did not understand as I tried to apologize for scaring him to death with my scream. As soon as we were past him, DH burst out laughing at me. I guess I embarrassed him, as well as myself. Then tonight, as were walking, a leaf fell from the tree above us and I gasped and jumped out of my skin. I felt ridiculous. I saw that it was a leaf, it was about 15 feet ahead of us. It happens at the grocery store too. Turning the corner from one aisle to the next, if a person is standing there, I scream, or gasp, or jump, or at the very least, I end up with my hand over my mouth to suppress a scream. This has got to be abnormal. Or is it? I've even seen someone drive up to my house, and knowing they were walking up the path to the door, I still screamed when I opened the door. In that case it was because they were closer than I had anticipated. Just standing on the porch, waiting. Geez, just thinking about it scares me. Phone rings? Jump out of my skin. My favorite memory of being ridiculously scared was when I was in the back bedroom doing laundry (or something) and I was completely lost in thought (okay, truth be told I was lost in a fantasy) when DH called my name from the living room. I screamed. A loud scream. I think that one was slightly guilt induced. Scared him to death. He thought I saw a spider or something. Spiders don't make me scream, (unless they are running or moving). What really seems to get me the most is when I am anticipating something, waiting for it to happen, and then it does. Like when I'm expecting a phone call and I end up getting nervous, knowing it's about to ring any minute, so that when it finally does, I'm already on the edge of my seat. This is why I cannot do scary movies. The music gets you all nervous. I hate that.

This is what I want to know;

What scares you? How do you express it? Do you like to be scared? Do you think I'm a freak?

Update

I haven't updated for very good reasons. All I have to offer is sex or bitching and I was trying to give ya'll a break. But since you asked...

My dad bought my mom a hot tub. He spent $8,000 (which is insane, IMO) on it and even bought the whole wood gazebo thing to go over it. I went over to see it after my brother called me and was so excited about it I thought he was going to pee his pants. Now this is where the bitching comes in. Or maybe just the bitch (which would be me). I was SO disappointed when I saw it. It has a grey exterior and dark blue interior. That is fine, I guess, but my parents have been trying to decorate their backyard with a woodsy theme. They even bought a giant wood carved bear. It was supposed to match! It doesn't match at all. It sticks out like a sore thumb. And? I noticed right away that to run the electrical, they had to use some kind of grey piping that runs along the outside of the house. And? They messed with the rain gutter. I know this sounds petty, and I wish so much I didn't care about things like that. The gazebo came yesterday, it is redwood, so it matched the other stuff in the backyard, but hello? It clashes with the hot tub color. /end bitchy rant]

Now for the sex part. I blogged a while ago about wishing DH wouldn't come home so often during the day. Practically every day for lunch, he is here. So I offered something to him that now makes me wonder if I/we are twisted. I told him everyday he doesn't come home for lunch I would send him a sexy picture of myself. *hangs head in shame* He didn't come home Monday or Tuesday. The only reason he came home yesterday is because I called him and asked him to. *grin* Now I am wondering what I've gotten myself into, and I wonder how sick this arrangement really is. Feel free to judge me.