Valentine's Questions

I was going to update but I was up too late doing something way better. *grin* No offense. Instead of a personal update, let me ask you all this...(idea stolen from Weltek's blog)...

What was your best Valentine's day present ever received?

What was your best Valentine's day present ever given?

What are your plans this year?

Do you think giving coupons for various sex acts is an appropriate gift for someone?

Four Things (tagged by Nutz)

Four jobs I've had: (only 3)

1. Cleaning model homes & new tract homes (during construction)

2. Customer Service at Circuit City

3. Legal Assistant/Bankruptcy Department

Four movies I can watch over and over:

1. Love Actually

2. Under The Tuscan Sun

3. Ever After

4. Lake placid (funniest one-liners ever!)

Four Places I have lived: (only two)

1. Sacramento, California

2. Quincy, California

Four Shows I love:

1. Lost

2. 24

3. Survivor

4. Las Vegas

Four highly-touted TV shows I detest: (detest is way too strong a word)

1. Oprah

2. The West Wing

3. The Apprentice (can't watch Donald, he freaks me out)

4. Anything Martha Stewart

Four books I'd recommend to anyone, anytime: (only two)

1. Fascinating Womanhood (don't *whack* me please)

2. How to Win Friends and Influence People (I sound like a dork, I know)

Four places I have vacationed:

1. Caribbean Islands (The Bahamas, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, Etc.)

2. Orlando, Florida

3. Monterey, California

4. Lake Tahoe, California

Four of my favorite dishes:

1. Carne Asada taco (from local Mexican restaurant)

2. Chicken Enchilada Soup

3. Sesame Chicken

4. Thai food? (promised I would try it someday)

Four sites I visit daily:

1. Yahoo (news)

2. RTVW

3. FileCabi.net

4. Blogger

Four places I would rather be right now:

1. At a Super Bowl party <#

2. On a cruise

3. In bed

4. walking in the mountains (with a camera, *just in case*)

And I'm tagging:

Not sure who hasn't been tagged yet; Bob, Rose, Syren & Emily Rugburn

Hot tubbin'

So last night, I went to my mom's to get in the hot tub with her. It was just the two of us, and pretty nice. Had some wine, talked about how over-emotional she is, and how un-emotional I am. (it seems like she thinks being over-emotional is better) Anyways, other than being peeved at that, everything was fine, when my brother came out. I was a little self-conscious, because you know when you're in the water, your oobies float, and mine were just sitting out there, pretty obvious. Well, then he pulls out a video camera. I was trying not to swear, since my mom was right there, but I was *not* very happy to see that. So it's just the three of us, him being obnoxious with the camera, me, holding my hand out, so he can't see my face (the other hand over my chest) when we hear a god-awful growl and see a hideous bear face come popping up. My mother starts screaming, so I start screaming. Stupid ass bear is my father, wearing a mask. *rolls eyes* And it's all on video. *sigh* I left right after that.

I had a dream last night, that I was showing my best friend, Bob's house (yes you, Bob) and it was a great house! The master bathroom was awesome! In the dream, I was trying desperately to figure out a way to see my boyfriend, without my best friend knowing. Weird. In Bob's closet, we were shocked to see that all she owned were bikini tops. Hundreds of them. Very strange. I woulda expected scientist clothes, not smutty bikini tops. Maybe Bob is quite different than she wants us to believe?

Important ant question

What do ants to with their dead loved ones? I was about to kill a stray ant, when I noticed it was carrying another dead ant. I totally couldn't do it after that. If I thought he was going to eat the dead ant, or he was just really stupid and didn't know it was a dead ant, I could do it. But, if he is taking him home, out of respect, then I can't kill it. *sigh* Does anyone know?

P.S. please hurry, I don't want to let it get too far if I should kill it.

Edited to add~ the ant got away. I'd still like to know for next time, though.

Share a flaw!

I was talking to a friend yesterday about the kinds of people we choose as friends, or those that we find ourselves liking a lot, and something we noticed, is that we (my friend and I) tend to like people who are very open about their imperfections. As I've gotten older, one of the (few) things I've enjoyed, is feeling more comfortable with myself, including those little things that are embarrassing. It's almost as if once you say the "embarrassing thing" or "flaw" out loud, it almost disappears. How can others make fun of you about something that you aren't even trying to hide? My dad told me a while ago that I was too defensive. Do you know how hard it was not to be defensive about that? But after letting it sit for a minute, and considering it, I realized it was so much easier to say, "wow, I guess I am" and then let it go, as opposed to, "are you kidding me? *I'm* defensive? Have you seen a mirror lately? How am I defensive, huh? Huh?" That was one of those times in my life I will always remember, because it was almost like a tangible growing experience. I remember walking out that day and realizing that it didn't hurt to admit something bad about myself, and in fact, it was quite liberating!

It's okay that I am defensive. It's not the end of the world that I am hard-headed. I can live with being too proud. It's okay that I despise all small children and pinch them when their moms aren't looking. Right? (and if that last part is not okay, we'll just assume I'm kidding!) ;-)

So, tell me one of your flaws! We'll all feel better about it in the end. You, for getting it out there and realizing that we'll all love you anyways, and me, because I'll quietly judge you and internally laugh at you for being so flawed!

Happy Monday?

My weekend was fine, but DH was sick all weekend, and you know how sick men are. *waits while you all think about it and nod in agreement* Today, (Sunday) I got out of the house with my kids, and my cousin's two girls and went for a little walk on a nearby nature trail. Once we were at the park, we ran into some friends that we (used to) have. It's a long and complicated story, but it was weird because I hadn't seen the wife in a couple of years, and the last time I had was right before everyone found out she had been having another affair. He stayed with her, and I think she sought help. Anyways, it was very uncomfortable because when we were all close, I was really fond of the wife, but had a very strange relationship with the husband. I sometimes think it was because he and I would make out every time we were alone together, but I don't know. Anyhow, I wonder if we all have people we know who for some reason, we just cannot click with, and to make it even stranger, we don't even know *why* we can't. He is a perfectly nice man, always polite, always friendly, and always acts interested in my life. I *should* like him, and truthfully, I feel guilty that I don't.

Are there always some people in our life who, though we can't put our finger on it, we can't seem to feel comfortable with, or dislike them based on something dumb? I mean, it's not like he does anything wrong. He does everything right, really. His wife seems much more likeable to me, despite her issues, Hell, maybe even because of her issues!

And if you came here looking for smut, then let me add, I have a very naughty habit of picturing people naked. ALL the time. And? When I see couples together, I often think for a split second how they must look naked together. There. I said it. *sigh*

Oh, and FTR, in case anyone noticed the part about me and the man making out, I was kidding. Really.

Surprise! It's a sex question!

I need all the married, divorced, or *ever in a relationship before* peeps to tell me something. When you have been in a relationship for a while (you choose what "a while" means) is it normal to get bored in the bedroom? Bored isn't really the right word I don't think. It's more like passionless (is that a word?). Our sex life has improved a lot in the last year or so, due to my realization that it *could* happen for me, too (and buying the appropriate toys). The problem is not physical, it's excitement. I know the newness of a relationship can't last forever, so once it's past, what do you do to keep things "new" and "exciting" in the bedroom? Or how did you get it back, once it left?
Is it normal to get like this? Where it's great sex, but not necessarily exciting?
Maybe I am asking for too much?

For Nutz, our lovely prude

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Here is the link to the test, which will help you determine if your answers are correct, as you go.

http://intelligence-test.net/part1/

Here is a link to the answers, if you don't want to mess with guessing. :)

http://www.umist.ac.uk/internal/umisttimes/christmasanswers.pdf

Several things...(and a test)

One, DH is being so obnoxious I can't stand it. He is excited about the cruise we are taking to Alaska in June, which is fine, but he obsessively checks the website and freaks out about the price changing, constantly. Tonight, he wanted to pull the trigger right then, which I wasn't ready to do yet, and he got all freaked out about it. we *almost* had a fight about it. He agreed to wait until the morning. I agreed to let him do whatever he wanted. Once it's all set, I have no idea what he'll do with his time.

Second, I was informed by my brother's pregnant girlfriend that her sister and I are in charge of the baby shower. Frankly, before she told me that, I hadn't given it a thought. *sheepish grin* Tonight, I was called to go to her sister's house, to discuss our lists. Umm, brother's GF doesn't have any friends, and we don't have a lot of local family, yet I am supposed to come up with 25 people. The sister chose to do it at the Hilton, and was informed by pregnant DB's GF, that there will *no children* allowed. WTF? A baby shower where kids are not permitted. Okay. There goes half of my list right there. Not sure they'll want to come when told their older (10+ year old) daughters can't come. Is that normal? Maybe it's just me. Bridal showers I can see, weddings, sure. But baby showers?

Third, I am so excited! I got a ring the other day, at a consignment store, for under $300, and it is a pink sapphire, set in white gold with a vintage style setting. It's gorgeous! I am in love with it. We confirmed that the stone was real, and DH then informed me that I had to "pay" him back. *rolls eyes* Guess what he wanted? *rolls eyes again* Here is a picture I found of one that is similar to mine, but mine is with the pink sapphire instead of the diamond. Mine is an oval cut, as opposed to the round cut. I used this photo because it has the same vintage style filigree.

Okay, now for the test...my brother showed me this today and I wasted some time on it. I found it to be very intriguing. Tell me if you get them, or find them ridiculous. I was able to get 23 of the 33, but some were just too out there for me.


0. 24 H in a D (example) 24 Hours in a Day

1. 26 L of the A

2. 7 D of the W

3. 7 W of the W

4. 12 S of the Z .

5. 66 B of the B

6. 52 C in a P (W J)

7. 13 S in the U S F

8. 18 H on a G C

9. 39 B of the O T

10. 5 T on a F

11. 90 D in a R A

12. 3 B M (S H T R)

13. 32 is the T in D F at which W F

14. 15 P in a R T

15. 3 W on a T

16. 100 C in a D

17. 11 P in a F (S) T

18. 12 M in a Y

19. 13 is U F S

20. 8 T on an O

21. 29 D in F in a L Y

22. 27 B in the N T

23. 365 D in a Y

24. 13 L in a B D

25. 52 W in a Y

26. 9 L of a C

27. 60 M in an H

28. 23 P of C in the H B

29. 64 S on a C B

30. 9 P in S A

31. 6 B to an O in C

32. 1000 Y in a M

33. 15 M on a D M C

No update

Maybe you all already got this forwarded to you in your email, and maybe I am easily amused, but I just loved this. I think number 5 is my favorite. (this is instead of an actual update, BTW)


20 Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity

1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.

2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.

3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with that.

4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In."

5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.

6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Smuggling Diamonds"

7. Finish All Your sentences with "In Accordance With The Prophecy."

8. Don't use any punctuation *smooches* to Coco

9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.

10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.

11 Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go."

12. Sing Along At The Opera.

13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme

14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play tropical Sounds All Day.

15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You're Not In The Mood.

16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom.

17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won!, I Won!"

18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!"

19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go."

Monday!

Hi everyone! Hope you all had a great weekend!
My weekend was uneventful, with absolutely no smut to discuss. Including Friday afternoon and Sunday morning. *grin* (Friday's was better, BTW) <---much, much, better. ;-)

So people, tell me something...

Have you ever cheated? How often? How badly do you feel about it? How do you fix it? Do you feel disappointed in yourself, or just focused on the delectable experience? I cheated on Friday. At the time, it felt wonderful. I kept thinking about how good it was, how I had been missing it for so long. The entire time, I immensely enjoyed it. It wasn't until much later that the guilt set in. I started wondering how bad it was, and how to fix it, and how long it would take. I wondered if it showed on my face, if others could see it? I wanted to do it again, but I also felt really guilty and didn't want to do it again, at the same time. DH already knows about it, BTW.
So on Monday, I'm going to do something about it. For starters, I'm going to think about what caused me to do it in the first place. I'm going to work hard at letting it go, as tomorrow is a new day, and I can't beat myself up over it, indefinitely.

I'm going to work out extra hard, and try to eat better for the rest of the month. I am not going to go back to Chili's for a long time.

Friday!

Yay! It's Friday, finally! With all the breaks in the blogs, it's been really quiet. I miss everyone. I endured a couple hours of MIL and step-FIL here tonight. It was as hideous as I thought it would be. My FIL's voice is worse than nails on a chalkboard. He's high-pitched and loud and stuttery (stuttering I can handle, it's the combo that bugs the crap out of me). He also burped repeatedly without acknowledging it at all. Who does that? They are just so weird. *sigh*
I'm going to go shopping today (Friday) all day just so I won't be home if they come by.

Happy belated birthday to Boo!
Get well wishes to Jen!

*smooches* to everyone else!

My freakin' shadow

My husband wants to be with me for everything. Everything. I might go insane. Really, it can't be normal, can it? Ugh! (and another rant) Why the freakin' hell am I always the one who ends up in the wet spot? I can scoot, I can pull the sheet over, but no! It never ends up on his side! And it's his effin mess! /rant]

How was *your* weekend?

Edited to add~ I didn't want to go on about it when I blogged last night, but here is what I mean; I wanted to go shopping last night with DD, just the two of us, but DH said he wanted to go. I said, "honey, you don't like shopping". His reply, "I just like to be with you". (of course it sounded whiny when he said it, to me)

Then, just now, I told him I might take the kids and go for a walk. (he's at work, mind you) He says, "where?" I tell him I don't don't know exactly, and ask him why. He says, "I just would like to go with you". Uuuuggghhh! I think I am going to strangle him. How wrong am I? Is it rude to be such a bitch about this?

Update~ (of the non-bitching variety) When DH got home at 4:00 (I totally called him every name in the book, in my head, for coming home so freakin' early) he was actually apologetic because he didn't realize that the kids weren't home and that I was actually enjoying some alone time. He offered to take the kids to a movie as soon as they came home, so I could enjoy *more* time alone.Yay! I ended up calling myself every name in the book, for being such a cold hearted bitch to begin with.

Nekkidness

So today, I was walking into the living room after my shower, and I wondered how normal it is to be completely nude in your own house. Or nude at various other times. I realized that I am probably only completely nude when I shower, and then afterwards, if nobody else is home. DH? Has never seen me walk around naked. I read in an article that it's good to keep some mystery in a marriage, so I am trying to do that. No going to the bathroom in front of each other, no pooting, and for me, no walking around naked. I still tell DH that he has never seen me naked, he only smiles, and says he has, but I don't count laying in bed with strategically placed sheets on. Or sex at night, or in a dimly lit room. If he hasn't seen me standing up, in the day light, completely nude, then as far as I'm concerned, he's never seen me naked. I still get embarrassed if I don't flush the toilet after peeing and he sees it. (and the only time I don't flush is in the middle of the night, when I'm not really aware) I've even woken up super early, a time or two, all panicked when I realized I hadn't flushed.

Anyways, how nude are you? Do you sleep in the nude? Do you walk around the house naked? Sit on the furniture naked? Look out the window at the neighbors and think, "ha! I'm completely naked and they could see me if they looked over, but they have no idea! Stupid Raider fans!" Stuff like that? Me either. *grin*

If everyone else is doing it...

I was thinking about my 'How We Met' story and I realized I left something out. It wasn't a big detail, but it made me think. The night I went to get DB back, I had decided to sleep with him after knowing him for a year and a half, and resisting. Why did I all of a sudden decide that? It wasn't a rash decision, based on wanting him back. It was largely due to the fact that two nights before that, I had gone out with another guy, for the first time, and he asked me to sleep with him. For some reason, knowing that this *other* guy, who my parents coincidentally would have "approved" of, was pressuring me to do something I wasn't ready to do, changed my thinking. He also shared with me details about other young couples, who I thought were like me, raised the same way, (to wait until marriage) who were already sleeping together. I felt like WTH? Am I the only one being good? Why? And why shouldn't DB be the one who gets it, after waiting so patiently for so long?

My point is, or what this made me wonder was, how often are we conditioned, or influenced, by what others are doing? If everyone you know smokes pot, doesn't it seem silly to draw a hard line about it? (as the only example I can think of this late)
It's easy (theoretically) to not break the big laws, but what about the other stuff? I was willing to change my stance on something I had ingrained in me, based on the knowledge that others were "doing it". If everyone else seems okay with something, are you more likely to go along with it, even though that little voice in your head is telling you not to? Sometimes I justify certain thoughts, and even actions, by thinking that everyone else I know has either done it, or something similar, and I don't want to be the only one left out.
This blog entry is not coming out the way I wanted, so tomorrow, I will go for the smut. *sigh* I'm just too tired to try and clarify it, or redo it.

Birthday weekend

I'm back! And I missed so much, including my very own birthday thread! But that was so fun to come home to. :) Thank you Nutz and everyone else!

Well, my weekend started at the local Sheraton, and we did old people stuff when we got there. Unpacked, tidied the room, checked out the hotel amenities, had sex on the window seat (among other things) and then turned in early. Old people stuff, I tell ya! We were lucky I guess. Menopause kicked in on Saturday and my period went away. *grin*

Saturday night I had the worst insomnia I'd had in ages. I was hurting all over. Backaches, neck aches, (the normal geriatric problems) and for some reason I didn't once think to myself, hey, it's after midnight, I'm officially old! Then DH woke up at around 3am and said happy birthday, which reminded me and caused me even more insomnia.

On Sunday (the big day) we went shopping first and bought a couple little things, then it was time for the big event. The big thing I promised myself I would do on my birthday. It was time to get my ears pierced. So, after the shopping, DH asked if I was ready and at first I thought I was, but I realized that I needed some help. I actually took a Valium (left over from the flying prescription) and a shot of Goldschlager. I'm embarrassed to admit that, but I don't think I would have gone through with it without the help. When we got to the mall, I went to Macy's, thinking maybe they could do it there, but instead I saw my future ex-SIL (whom I hadn't seen in months, since the split). We did the whole kissy kissy thing on the cheeks (that her family does) and she offered to take me to the place to do my ears. It ended up being just a little cheap jewelry/hair accessory store. A little girl was up in front of me and I watched her, and she did really good, but I was not convinced that I would be okay. I asked the lady a lot of questions when it was my turn, like how long would it hurt? Would blood get on my shirt? And more importantly, could the post from the earring puncture my neck in the middle of the night, causing me to bleed to death? (that's when DH intervened and said it was time to carry on with the surgery (he might have said procedure). Anyhow, she counted to 3 and POP! My ear was pierced. It was not so bad, and we even did the other one! *grin* So, I felt like an idiot who wasted a perfectly good Valium and shot of Goldschlager. At least I was amused by everything after that.

Afterwards, DH carried me back to the car (LOL) and we went to dinner, then back to the hotel. It was very uneventful, but also very relaxing. He gave me a card that was so sweet. He addressed it to his wife who was 29 and 365 days old, and inside he wrote 30 things he loves about me. (he said I could share some)

Here are some of them;

I love the way you feel in my arms
I love the mother that you are to our children
I love the way you smell
I love the way your boobs look in your new bras
I love that after 10 years, I love you more each day
I love the way you moan when I massage you
I love that you have become more independent

This is only 7 of the 30, and some are more smutty, some are more sappy, but all were really sweet and touching. It made me cry when I read it.

We got home today in time to pick up the darling children, (HA!) They were fighting within minutes of being in the car (it was a nice thought though, momma!). My weekend was officially over. But, it was wonderful and a great way to turn 30.

I need to get caught up with everyone else! *smooches*

Part Six (the end) (and the long one)

I went to his house late one night, under the guise of 'returning all his letters and gifts'. He was in the garage playing pool, hanging out with a dozen friends or so. He spotted me coming up the drive and immediately met me on the driveway. We said an awkward 'hello' and then I told him why I was there, (playing it all cool). He told me I could keep the stuff. I just shrugged, like I didn't care. He asked if I wanted to go for a walk and I said sure, and asked him if I could have a beer (it was part of my strategy to confuse him by acting like a new person, and in the past, I would have *never* drank). He grabbed a couple and off we went, towards the elementary school we both went to as kids. I have no idea what we talked about, but once we were at the school, we started making out. We were in the Kindergarten playground and he wanted to have sex. I thought that was kinda wrong, so I told him we'd go back to his house. (yes, the other part of my strategy was to sleep with him)

Once there, we went inside and though it was his house, he had given the master bedroom to a friend. I didn't want to do anything without a lock on the door, so we went to the master bedroom (his friend was out of town). We were *almost* having sex when we heard a knock on the front door. Guess who it was? My little brother. He was sent with a note from my father saying that they knew I was there, they had spotted my car, even though I had parked it on the other end of the street (really stupid of me, I should have known that they would look for me). I was hiding in the bedroom and DB denied I was there. (how very stupid)
After that, it was impossible to focus and enjoy the moment, but we'd gone too far to go back, IMO, so we continued. I wish I could say it was wonderful but no, it wasn't. It hurt like hell. I think I spent the night there (gosh my memory is so fuzzy) because the next morning I remember not knowing what to do. I went to my aunt's house and called my mom. I told her that we didn't have sex, that I had had a couple beers and didn't want to drive. (I forgot to mention at this point I had moved in with my brother, so I no longer lived on the same street, with my parents).

I guess they believed me, and everything went back to normal, except instead of needing DB like I did before, I let him make the moves. I didn't call him, I let him call me. And he did, of course. He's a man and he was now getting sex. Anyhow, by the end December I was pregnant and we had only had sex a small number of times, since I was still hiding the relationship and opportunity was limited. I was an idiot for believing that since he smoked so much pot, his sperm count was too low to get me pregnant. *snort*

I was 5 months along before anyone found out (besides me and DB). My boobs helped me hide the growing tummy. When it came out, my parents were really good about it. Dad was awesome (calm), mom screamed at me and pushed me and cried. She thought I did it on purpose. (too much Jenny Jones about young girls wanting their own babies to love) But after a day, she was cuddling with me and being supportive.

By 6 months along, I wouldn't have been able to hide it anymore, and people were telling me I was going to have a huge baby, based on my size. Mom took me to the Dr. and we found out there were two. I had an out of body experience at that moment. I didn't think I could do it. I apparently grabbed my boobs and cried to the technician, "how can I nurse TWO?"

Parents had no choice but to get to know DB. He was a trooper and managed to win their respect. (guess they didn't know he was a pot head, lol)
Eventually, he quit smoking (cigarettes) and cleaned up his act. The pot was the last thing to go, and that was right after we married, by my request. Had we not had kids, I wouldn't have minded, but I was paranoid about him getting caught and going to jail. We got married when the twins were 9 months old. In May it will be our 10 year anniversary. My parents like him more than they like me now.


And that? Is my story. It was fun to write, but I can't wait to read someone else's. Thanks Boo, for the idea.

Part Five

So his birthday is coming and I need to think of something really good to give him. Like a T-shirt, maybe? Or a gift card to buy some really good weed? Ooh! I know, a pipe! Ha. None of the above. I decided to give the poor, patient guy a BJ. (no, Nutz, not Bon Jovi's latest CD) I happened to be staying at my brother's house that night, and he lived about 20 minutes away. So I snuck out of his house, after stealing his car keys, and I took his car (no, I did not have a license) and I called DB from a pay phone. I asked him to come see me because I had something for him. He came right over.

I honestly don't remember how I started it, but I will say that I sucked. Wait, not like that! Well, yes, like that, but I mean I wasn't very good at it. He wasn't complaining, but uh, it didn't have the desired end result. He was happy though, as it was his first one. After that, guess what became the *new* make-out ritual?

By now I had gotten a real job, and DB would come to see me during my lunch break (in his van *rolls eyes*). We were hot and heavy all the way until late August. For some reason, he decided we needed a break. He hated the fact that we couldn't go out together, that everything was a secret and we had very limited time together. Perhaps he was frustrated that we had been seeing each other for over a year, with no sex, too. *shrug*
He was such a slime ball that he broke up with me by avoiding my calls, until I was so desperate to know what was going on that I sent my cousin to his house to ask him. He confirmed to her that he wanted to break up. He never told me himself. I was heart broken.

For a month we were not together. During that month, I decided that there was no way I was going to let *him* break up with *me*, so I decided to get him back (literally). I also had a little fun and made out with the only other two guys I've ever made out with. By the end of September, I was ready to make my move.

edited to add~ I will post the final installment tonight. :)

Part Four (contains a little TMI)

Okay, so moving along to our third "date". We are now into the kissing stage. And we hug of course. Hmm. What might come after kissing and hugging? Copping a feel of a breast, maybe? Umm, no. Copping a feel of my ass, maybe? Umm, no. Kissing my neck? Me copping a feel of him? No. He decides he wants to go for what I can only assume is like 9th base! So there we are kissing, me minding my own business, when out of nowhere, his hand makes a move under my skirt. !!! Hello! What was your name, again? I crossed my legs, as if I were trying not to pee (you know the position) and I tried with all my might to keep his hands out of there. I am guessing he had to know that is wasn't an inviting position, but he was undeterred. He did what you all know they do. And? Because I was trying so hard to keep it from happening, I got some hair pulled! Ouch! In retrospect, I should have just said, "dude, knock that off", but I was way too immature and naive. *sigh* So began our new make-out rituals. He knew I wasn't going to have sex until we were married (and I wasn't going to marry him) but he also realized pretty quickly that I wasn't very good at saying "no".

This was all happening by mid-August. By September, we got caught. It was very ugly. My parent's did not approve of him and I was forbidden to see him again. Also, my mom marched the mini-tell right back to the school, where she voiced her concerns to the office. Sneaking around to see him after that was even more exciting. In December, he even drove to the mountains where I was staying with relatives, while my parents were on a cruise. We managed to spend a few hours in a cabin that night. I left that cabin with my virginity intact, thankyouverymuch. *grin*
(I do feel bad that he drove for three hours and paid for a room and didn't get much)

Our sex life was pretty tame (since we weren't actually having sex) but we continued seeing eachother. In February it was his 20th birthday and I decided to give him something special.
I'll tell you about that in the next installment. (don't worry, I'll wrap this up soon)

Part Three

So, the night we were going to meet, I made arrangements to sleep at a friends house, across the street from me, because I felt bad about sneaking out of my parent's house. I walked down the street and stood at the bottom of the driveway, hiding behind the street-light pole. He came out, with his friend, and looked in the direction of my house, but he didn't see me. I considered running away, but wanted to get it over with, so I stayed. He came out again a minute later, and this time I stepped out, so he would see me. He smiled and walked over to me. I have no recollection of whether we hugged right then or not, but we talked for a while. I remember almost nothing about it. I do know that when I was ready to leave, he asked for a hug and we hugged for a long time. I never looked up at him, because I was too scared of kissing.

I also never told him I couldn't see him again. I guess I thought maybe after meeting me, he wouldn't want to see me again. Much to my shock, the next time we spoke on the mini-tell, he asked when I would see him again. I was so flattered that he wanted to, that we made plans to meet again a couple weeks later. The second time we met, he did kiss me. The kiss did not sweep me off my feet. He had pot breath, which was not pleasant. But, it being my first kiss and all, it was still exciting.

I can't believe what he did on the third visit. Talk about being presumptuous. I'll share that one, next time. ;-)

Part Two

So, there we are, chatting all the time on the mini-tell, and I decided to ask him where exactly in my town he lives. For some reason, he had no problem telling me what street he lived on, which I would have *never* done. Anyhow, he says, "I live on ### Drive". I absolutely froze in my chair. I started thinking about whether I had said anything too bad, or incriminating, because I knew at this point the whole thing must have been a joke, on me. Because *I* lived on ### Drive! I looked out my dining room window, at all the houses I could see, and I tried to figure out who it was, who I assumed knew exactly who I was, and had been toying with me. I couldn't figure it out. I went back to chatting with him, and acted like I wasn't fazed, still not telling him where I lived. Turned out, he lived across the street, 8 houses down. We had a cross street dividing us, so I rarely went down his end of the street. He still had no idea who I was, or where I lived. *whew*

He asked me to call him, and I resisted, still not sure I wanted to take it all a step further. Eventually, I gave in, and we talked on the phone for several hours. After that began my secret life of trying to find stolen moments to call him, since I knew my parents would have NEVER approved of what I was doing. Of course, he wanted to meet, but I knew I wouldn't go that far. We talked on the phone and via the mini-tell all through April, May and June. At the end of June, I decided to end it with him, because I was tired of living in fear of getting caught, and because I knew it would never work out between us anyways. I also decided that the best way to tell him, was in person. We made plans to meet on June 29th, at midnight.

Part One

Picture me; 17 years old. Never had a boyfriend, never been kissed. Never been to high school, (home schooled) or to a party, and never had a job working with the public. I was slightly sheltered. March 1993; Enter the mini-tell. It was a school funded computer thing that my little brother's elementary school issued everyone, so they could keep in contact with classmates, and parents could contact teachers. Of course, all anybody did with it was recreationally chat with people. I mostly talked to other females, because I was afraid boys would want to talk "dirty". I was a very good girl, and had never done anything to cause my parents to worry. Then I saw a guy on the chat list, and I said hello to him. I was feeling brave at the time, and had no idea if he was a 13 year old or a 60 year old. Turns out he was 19. And? He lived in the same town as me, which was shocking, since the chat function was international, and I rarely had seen anyone from my state, much less my town. As we talked, I was relieved that he didn't "try anything" and seemed very nice.

We started chatting whenever we could, and getting to know eachother. He was perfect for me. He had long hair, smoked cigarettes and sold pot. He also drank a lot, listened to heavy metal, played pool and partied all the time. Yep, He was perfect. I was in love. *big grin*

Stay tuned...

Boo inspired me

Should I do the whole "how we met" story, or the "when we hooked up" story?

Alrighty

This won't be the BEST update, but I will bore you all with what I did over the long weekend. Let's see...

We went to my parents house for New Years Eve, we watched TV and waited for midnight. It was VERY exciting. The highlight was of course the end, when the kids got the confetti poppers out and gave us all one. You obviously hold it pointing away from yourself when you pull the string. Well guess who didn't know which end the crap came out of? *raises hand* That would be me. And both my parents. We were all quite shocked when our hands ended up being stung from the force of the confetti being blasted out from some sort of explosive. (Bob, care to explain what is in those things?) Anyhow, that was that.

Today I went shopping with my mother. Yes, I am masochistic. After four hours in the first store, one of the men ( he was a kid, really) who works there decided it was okay to start making fun of me, since I was obviously about ready to drag my mother out by her hair. He made a point of telling me that he had taken lunch, and two breaks, since I had been there. He was very amused that I was tired and frustrated. On the plus side, mom pays for everything, so I was going to to have grin and bare it as long as she wanted.

Finally, in the last store, I bought three new bras. O.M.G. My boobs look wonderful in them. Who knew they could look so perky? I can't stop touching them. *smile* I also bought a new coat (who am I kidding? Mom bought it) but I can't take the tag off because I refuse to believe I can't find a cheaper one somewhere else. Oh, and Old Navy is a disaster right now. Nothing is where it belongs and it was a zoo.

That? Is my update. No smut, nothing interesting. Hope you all had a wonderful weekend!

Today's observations

1. I'm an idiot who almost slips every time I walk into the bathroom, because built up hair products make the floor very slick. And? Because I can't *see* it, I haven't cleaned it. I know I will fall, and that is when I'll clean it.

2. My Schwan's guy looks just like Drew Carey (yes, the one I pictured naked).

3. There is something kind of hot about having sex while watching Primetime, about "Pope Joan".

4. Kittens have an uncanny ability to become all sweet and cuddly, just as you have your hands on their neck, preparing to squeeze the life out of them.

5. Children have this same ability.

6. Two weeks is too long for my grandmother to be in town.

7. If I walk away from the computer, I actually get stuff done. Weird.

8. My mother should not be allowed to own a cell phone or eye glasses. She actually had my DH drive to Davis (30 minutes away with no traffic) to see if she left her eye glasses in the parking lot or in the UCD game center (and believe it or not, they were there!)

9. It really does not cause physical pain to apologize, and mean it (who knew?).

10. I learned to never let DH take DD to get her hair "trimmed". Looks like she lost about 4 inches. Oh, and she lost another little chunk of hair after she got gum in it tonight (this is right after getting gum in the cat's tail).

I might not update until after the new year, so everyone please have a great (and safe) weekend!

DH thinks I'm evil

And I think it's hilarious! Tonight, bless his heart, he gave me a (almost) full body massage. It is during that time when I fully realize how much I love him (in a purely selfish way). Anyhow, so I was on the living room floor, trying to watch Earl and trying not to fall asleep as he did his work. All I had asked was for him to pop me, but he knew what I wanted, I guess. So afterwards, as we were laying on the floor, kinda watching The Office, I asked him a very personal question. He was mortified! I think, since we've been married for almost 10 years, and together for longer, he should tell me anything I want to know. He would not do it! I told him that withholding that information was grounds for divorce in some countries, and that I had a right to know. I acted very serious about it, and even acted hurt when he wouldn't tell me. Of course, on the inside, I was laughing my ass off, because he was so uncomfortable and I derive some sort of sick pleasure from torturing him I guess. Especially after he so lovingly massaged me for half an hour. In the end, he'd had enough and headed to our room. I followed him a few minutes later and told him I came in there to give him another chance, or at the very least, to apologize to me. I even started for him, saying, "I owe Tab an apology because I didn't rub her feet" and, " I owe Tab an apology for storming off to our room after withholding very important information that she needs to know". He didn't bite. He is so stubborn. *grin* So in the end, I think I was a bitch, and he thinks I'm a brat, (not a bitch because he doesn't know how calculated it all is, otherwise he definitely would think I am a bitch). And I? Feel almost giddy about torturing him. If he hadn't gotten laid, I would feel bad, but I *live* for opportunities to make myself laugh. He needs to lighten up a bit, I think.
::Read no further if you are in the prude category::
All I wanted to know was where does his, um, stuff, go after he takes care of himself. His hand? Does he have a tissue ready? In the shower? Was I out of line?

I need Shakes!

Remember that cute little kitten, the black one we named Missy/Mistery? It may have to die. I might have to kill it myself. I've had enough kittens to know that they have accidents, or that they might need to be directed away from my houseplants, but if they do not learn quickly, they need to leave. I'm sorry if this sounds harsh, but nothing pisses me off more than cat pee. We just realized tonight, (after deciding that the cat suffers from ADHD) that he has been spraying under the dining room table. It even pooped under there. I have no idea why, and am not sure what to do about this. I spent over an hour, scrubbing, bleaching and Lysol-ing the whole area, after throwing away a bag of clothes that I had been saving for SAR (a local charity). I think the bag of clothes was the target, and now that it's gone, I am SO afraid he might try to find a new place. I've already got all my houseplants covered in tin foil at the base (the dirt). If it goes on my new carpet or my new couches, I really might be tempted to hurt it. Nothing turns my heart to ice faster than a cat that pees in the house. It has not been neutered yet, since we thought it was a girl at first and they don't spay them until they're older, but we will get it done now, right away. I'm hoping that might help, but I'm not convinced.

This was all after I watched the kitten tear up my living room. It literally covered the whole floor with the Sunday newspaper, and then emptied a bag of left over party supplies that DD left out. It looked worse than when my kids used to mess it up. The cat didn't stop for over two hours, just attacking all kinds of imaginary things, and of course making the newspaper move, which then had to be killed. It's a very hyper cat, moreso than any of the others I've had. So, do I give it another chance, and just hope he isn't suicidal enough to go on the carpet or furniture? Or do I just give it up now? And where do I dispose of the body if I do that? (just kidding) (maybe) ;-)

In other news, I ate like crap today and can't wait for tomorrow, so I can start over and feel better. I didn't even drink half of my daily water, and now I feel dehydrated. Bleh.

Oh! In even other news, some asshole stole my brother's truck last night (Christmas Eve). He woke up this morning to find it gone. How nice is that? He's lost his wife, his job, his home, and now his truck. I swear this has got to be a country song, right?

One last thing; I know "moreso" is not a word, at least according to Dictionary.com, BUT, I like to use it. How wrong is that? Do I sound like an dolt? I also Know you shouldn't start sentences with "and" or "but", but I do that, too. And, I think use parenthesis way too often, too. Has anyone noticed these things and been thinking I am an idiot? Do I need to hire Coco for some tutoring?

There's one in every family, right?

The one person who drives you nuts. The one person you wish would go away but they never do. *sigh* Here was our night;

We went to my mom and dad's house for dinner, which we do pretty much every year.
My kids had decided we needed a "theme" for the night, and it was to be a 'Carnival'. They worked hard on putting it together, made little goody bags, made signs, games, they had it all planned out. They even got DH to take them to the Wishing Well to buy raffle prizes and other supplies. Anyways, they spent all day at my parent's house working on it, while mom made dinner. I couldn't stand the idea of them doing all the work to surprise everyone, while they got no surprises for themselves, so DH and I went out and bought more stuff...helium balloons, more goodies, more candy, more games. It turned out great. We did face painting, hair spray painting, Twister (not exactly a carnival thing, but still fun) lots of other games, and of course, the "who can throw the miniature nerf footballs the hardest, at everyone else". Shockingly, nothing was broke.

So, the family member who drove us all nuts? My brother's girlfriend, who is about 20 minutes pregnant, and therefore cannot lift a finger to help us out with anything. She looked like she was going to gag throughout the entire meal, and she complained about almost fainting in the shower, and how she needed to lay down and nap every other hour or so. Now, I don't mean to sound unsympathetic towards pregnancy and all the emotional and physical things that go with it, I was pregnant myself, once. BUT, if you knew her, you would have very little patience with her. She has always been very pessimistic, very self-centered and very abrasive. Oh, and ultra-sensitive as well. So my mom and I were already knowing what to expect when she told us she was pregnant, but I guess I didn't expect it so soon (she's about 1 1/2 months along, now). I thought asking her to do the face painting would cheer her up, bring her out of her funk, but she made a big stink about not wanting to do it if she had to move. WTF? She couldn't even get her ass off of one chair and move to another (in the dining room, where I thought it would be wiser, and easier for clean up)? /end rant]

So over all, we had a good night. Just dinner with the family. I laughed my ass off when my nephew (4 years old) let one on the balloons go and it went up too high to reach (vaulted ceiling), and we told him we would have to attach several of the other balloons to him, so that he would float up and get them. He FREAKED OUT! I guess he has some deep-seated fear of being lifted in the air by balloons because the kid was on the floor, almost crying, begging us not to do it. We made a big production of trying all the older (bigger) kids first, tying balloons to their ears and then saying they must be too heavy, and we needed nephew to do it. (I know, it sounds mean, doesn't it?) Anyhow, in the end he was laughing about it, so no harm done, I hope. :D

I hope everyone here is having a nice weekend. I miss you all and am looking forward to getting back to normal, soon. *smooches*

Waaah!

I miss everyone! It's too quiet around here. Here is an update, anyways;

Tonight I went to a company party. They did not call it a Christmas or Holiday party at all, just "Company Party". It was a lot of fun, they had it on a college campus in the game room. There was bowling, billiards, video games, air hockey and tons of other stuff. Of course, they over-did the food by a landslide. Tried to get us to take some home but fortunately we got out of it. Have you ever been to a party where they ran out of food?
Anyhow, I got a new cell phone, well actually, my parents bought it for me, and I have no idea what to do with it. It has a camera and video, among other things, and it's too much for me. I want my old simple cell phone back! I can't even understand the manual, it's ridiculous. I need a teenager to come over and explain everything to me.
Friday night we are going to drive around and look at Christmas lights with the kids, then they'll likely sleep over at my mom's (I'm hoping).

I assume OT and the blogs will be slow, but I'll be around, checking in. Hope everyone has a safe and happy holiday!

When you don't know what to blog about...

You ask questions! I needed to get the icky MIL post off my mind, so here are some questions I stole from an email I received (I narrowed it down from 50!). If you don't have time to answer them all, answer a couple.

1. What time did you get up this morning? 8:00 (went to bed after 2am)

2.What was the last film you saw at the cinema? I think it was In Her Shoes

3. What did you have for breakfast? Pomegranite

4. What foods do you dislike? Paella and octopus

5. What is your favorite CD at the moment? Might have to go with AC/DC

6. What characteristics do you despise? Selfishness and people who are judgmental

7. Favorite item of clothing? Jeans

8. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go and with whom? A Mediterranean cruise with all my fellow bloggers and a hockey player of my choice.

9. Where would you want to retire to? California, somewhere

10. Favorite time of day? Morning, while everyone is gone

11. Are you a morning person or night owl? Night owl

12. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone? Umm, my brother's girlfriend is pregnant. Yay! /sarcasm] stupid ass kids

13. What did you want to be when you were little? A school teacher, wife and mother. Later I wanted to be a child Psychologist, and finally, to be a cryptozoologist. (2 out of 5 isn't too bad, is it? lol)

14. What color underwear are you wearing? Black

15. Eye color? Greenish-hazel

16. Favorite day of the week? Tuesday

17. Favorite flower? Hmm, not sure. Orchids are pretty. I'm pretty easy when it comes to flowers, they are all so pretty.

MIL Horrors

Where to begin? At the beginning? Alright, I met my mother-in-law when I was about 7. She scared the crap out of me, as she was a big, loud, mean assistant at my school, often doing yard duty. She was weird, and even at 7, I knew that. Fast forward 10 years. Hadn't given her a thought since I was in elementary school. Met DH, put two and two together, and realized with horror, who his mother was. Well, after getting to know DH, and learning more about her, I cannot believe he is not a serial killer, or worse (not sure there is something worse, but if there was, she could drive somebody to it). She is perverted, which is fine, I suppose, if it weren't creepy perverted. Examples? When DH was a boy (young teenager, I guess) she bought him and his friends porn. She encouraged it. She sewed (crocheted) these little warmers, that were for their...umm, you know. Like socks, but not for their feet. Gross! She would buy him and his friends birthday cards with naked women, every year. This is all stuff I found out pretty quickly.

Later, I found out more, witnessed more, disturbing stuff. Her husband...oh my goodness. What can I say about him? He is the creepiest man I've EVER met in my life. As in, I'd rather die than let my kids be left unattended with him. I almost die when they are around him with me around. She brought some "cartoons" she thought were so funny. IMO, it was borderline child porn. It was a drawing of two babies, a boy and a girl, the boy is crying really hard, the girl is content. Why? Because she had taken his pacifier and uh, placed it somewhere. *gag* Fortunately, they don't stay with us at our home anymore, after we got rid of the guest room, so the kids could have separate bedrooms. One time we got home from the store, back when they did stay with us, before we really knew her husband that well, and he told us that they had been switching the TV channels back and forth, trying to get a glimpse of the porn channel (that we didn't subscribe to). He started mimicking the sounds they heard. That? Is not normal behavior. He reminds me of Michael Jackson, actually, in a weird way.

I could go on and on, the stories are endless. One of the last things I heard from my ex-SIL was that my MIL was complaining about how I "changed" her son. How (her words) "he was so cool before he met Tab, he had long hair, smoked pot, drank beer and played pool all the time. She changed him". Yeah, no shit. That's what having kids and getting married will do to you dumbass. Ugh! She pisses me off so badly. Oh and guess what? We got our Christmas presents from her...(this is me, sounding like an ungrateful bitch) I got maple syrup. Yep. She loves me! She also asked the kids if the wicked stepmother photograph they got at Disneyland, was me. Right in front of me.

What she doesn't know, is that whenever DH calls her, or the kids write her, or we email her, it's because I push it. Because I don't want to hurt her feelings. She has no idea how many times DH is ready to write her off, and I tell him he can't, because she is his mother, after all. *sigh* I guess I'm just waiting for her to give me a good enough reason, once and for all.

Go ahead. I challenge you. Top THAT!

Countdown to Insanity

Christmas break has officially begun. The kids are home for two weeks. DH will have a four day weekend and two three day weekends. My grandmother is in town. My MIL will be coming next month. And? I have 21 days left to live (or, until I turn 30). Oh! And, my mother has gone to a psychologist (which I greatly appreciate) and it turns out that part of her problem is me. Not only have both her parents died within two years of eachother, and not only has my brother's wife left him resulting in him moving back home with my parents, and not only does she have to make huge financial decisions regarding whether to buy her parents property, but apparently, *I* have decided to "change" right as all this was going on in her life. So now, I get to feel guilty, and somewhat responsible for her probably imminent breakdown. To make matters worse, she turned down any medicinal help they offered. So I listen to her telling me, "I need help, Tab" or "tell me if I start to act like my mother" and "I'm trusting you to tell me when to get help". Well, I told her, she went, and now nothing. Maybe an appointment next month, she said. *sigh*

I was actually going to blog about the pervertedness that is my mother-in-law, but I'll save that one. And you'll probably wish I didn't share that one at all. She is *that* bad.

So wish me luck...kids, DH, mother, grandmother, dying and MIL, all within the next 30 days.

Hotel etiquette

I will be visiting a hotel soon, (on my birthday) and it made me wonder about the way other people feel about hotels. First of all, (lets get the smut out of the way) do you think you are more likely to have sex in a hotel, regardless of why you are there? I mean, if you're on vacation with a SO, of course you probably will, but isn't it more tempting to go for it, even when you are somewhere for other reasons? Like visiting relatives, or something like that? I think it is, but I have no idea why. Like you don't want to waste the money and the bed, or something.

Anyhow, DH and I always have an argument (sorta) because I am anal about keeping it clean. Even though I know the maids (is that PC anymore?) are coming to clean it, I still clean it myself. Wiping off counters, throwing away trash, making beds, hiding the porn, etc. When we check out, I am even more concerned about it, not wanting to leave any trash in the room at all, making sure everything is easy for them to clean and pick up. I tend to do this in restaurants, too. After a meal, I gather the dishes up, stack them, put trash together, move the glasses over to one spot, to make it easier for the busboy. Am I weird? (don't answer that, unless you say no)

Edited to add~ Have a great weekend! This is it unless something really exciting happens (not likely). See you Monday!

Finally! Some smut for you!

So I tried to go "normal" and not blog about smut, but you people hound me like sex starved maniacs! Fine. I give up. Here is your smut you filthy horndogs...some questions;

1. Do sheets matter? Is satin better for sex, or is plain ol' cotton okay? Flannel? Doesn't seem sexy to me, but I would use them if DH let me.

2. How often do you think you end up going for quickies as opposed to "lovemaking"? When you have kids, and a job, quickies becomes normal, I think. Anyone else?

3. Do you wear shoes during sex, if they go with the outfit, or if they just look really sexy? Have you been hurt by a shoe during sex? Have you ever hurt anyone else?

4. Are these questions too smutty? Anyone uncomfortable yet?

5. Porn. Watch it? Hate it? Squid porn? Soft or hard core? Buy it, rent it?

Okay, that's all I got. I'm completely smutted out right now. I need a shower.

Sex and smut!

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This is to tide you all over until I can think of something better. Be back in a bit with something a little more thoughtful...

Edited to add~ "thoughtful" will have to wait. Maybe tomorrow...

Weekend update update

Instead of answering all the comments in the comment box, I figured I'd just do it here.

Kitten dilemma solved. Thank you, Lights! We have changed her...er...his name to Mistery. DD wants it to be Mr. E, and therefore said we need to have a formal name starting with an E. Whatever, the point is, the cat has a new name! Yay!

As for the cruise, well, to be honest, I'll probably get my way. DH emailed this morning and apologized for overreacting (really, you should have seen him). I had told him yesterday that I would do whatever he wanted about it, and I think that made him feel more generous. For those who suggested getting to know others on the cruise, my DH would never have gone for that. If it would have been just the two of us, it really would be just the two of us. No sitting with others and socializing. Not his style at all. I'll make sure (if we do end up going with relatives) that we do get a lot of alone time. Thanks for all your input, especially those that agreed with me. *grin* Oh, and no, Bob, kids will not be going on this cruise.

DH took DD to get her cast this morning. What was I thinking? Honestly though, I'm sure I would have let her choose her own colors too. No, momma, I wish it were bright pink. She came home with a bright orange and dark purple striped cast! Um, yeah. Thank goodness it's only for a month. This of course means I will be helping her shower. Not going to be fun. But she is happy, and no, she will NOT be breaking anything next year. We told her she'd be grounded if she does.

Arkie, the zit was on my forehead, compliments of my big girl week. He said he couldn't see it, but during sex I kept making a big scene out of covering it with my hair. LOL. Why? What were you thinking? Sicko. Clarification~ the zit came a couple days before my period. That is all.

Hope you had a good night Rose. *grin*

Weekend Update

Is it still an update if I never really said anything about it in the first place? Hmm. Anyways, I have two dilemmas, one pet peeve, and one bummer story. (and a tiny bit of smut since it's been a while and I don't want to upset the smut lovers (you know who you are!).

Dilemma #1~ Remember my cute kitty? The adorable little girl we named Missy? Umm. She's a HE. Oops. I guess we still need a name. *sigh*

Dilemma #2~ My 10 year anniversary is coming up in May. We are planning on a cruise, (in June) since we agreed long ago that that's what we would do. In September, when we went on the last one, we decided to go to Alaska, and my parents, brother and Canadian relatives all said they wanted to go on one too (to Alaska, in June). I was happy. I thought hey, the more the merrier. I figured we'd have our own rooms and do our own sight seeing, thus not having to spend a lot of time with them. I thought maybe we would all sit together for dinner, as that would be fun, but that was it. Well, DH is totally throwing a fit. He wants it to be "just us". I understand his feelings, I do. But I also think we would get bored with just us for 7-10 days, knowing nobody else. How wrong am I here? He thinks I will choose to hang out with my family instead of him, but I am not that insensitive and really don't think that would be a problem.

Pet peeve~ Was it just me or was Jeff Probst wearing an denim blue shirt and black denim jeans, at the reunion show? That really bugs me.

Bummer story~ *sigh* There is something wrong with my children. If they fall, it seems inevitable that they will break something. My son broke his right arm in kindergarten when he fell from the monkey bars. Then, almost exactly one year later (at school again) he fell off the jungle gym and broke his left arm.
Yesterday, DD (who clearly lacks coordination) tripped over her own feet and fell and broke her right arm/wrist. She is actually happy about it since being twins means everything should be equal, and now she will get to have a cast too. *rolls eyes*

Smut~ Apparently having a zit does not make someone exempt from having to put out. I tried it. I failed. And? He thinks if I have a headache it means I need sex. He really truly believes that. Something about endorphins. Is this possible? Please say no.

PUFFY!

Yay! We have another one!

Hope you don't mind but I wasn't sure if everyone would see your comment so I am announcing it. Welcome to blogland! Can I link you?

http://www.blogger.com/profile/16054309

Surveysez update

Puffy relayed this info to me about Surveysez. I know many were wondering how she was doing so we thought it would be a good idea to give the update here...

Many already know she was diagnosed with cancer. She underwent the chemotherapy but it ended up damaging her heart. She was hospitalized for a month while they were trying to repair the damage. Her spirits seem to be up, and she is waiting for test results on the 14th, which will tell her if the cancer is gone.

Much love and get well wishes to Surveysez and her family!

Thank you, Puffy, for the continued updates.

Edited to add~ if anyone would like to email Surveysez, please PM Puffy at RTVW and she will give you her email address.

Second impressions

Okay, let me start by saying that some of you may be let down to find out that my first impressions didn't necessarily change a whole lot. I will go down the whole list anyways;

Carey~ My impressions of Carey were pretty accurate, I think. Only now I know how much more friendly she is. (and when I say friendly...*wink*) She also gave me permission to comment in her blog, which started me commenting in all the blogs. I owe her one. Seems to be the glue that keeps us together here.

Glow~ When I found out she was older than me I was so surprised, but it just made her even cooler to me. I've since learned she is more human than I thought, in that she has insecurities, but to me, she shouldn't. I think she is just awesome.

Seana~ Coolest newbie ever. So glad I have gotten to know her. She has a great sense of humor and is very giving.

Rose~ Now I understand why everyone loved Rose and welcomed her back so eagerly. She is incredibly warm and kind. Also much younger than I originally thought she was, not sure why I thought she was older though.

Zombie~ Well I was right about "unique"! LOL. Zombs is a nut, she doesn't mind being silly and she makes everyone laugh. Not much different than I originally thought she'd be. (plus we share a love for all things 'Bigfoot')

MTW~ He is who he comes across as being. Warm, friendly, considerate, *very* funny, and smart. I thought I would like him and I was right.

Arkie~ So much more to her than I knew in the beginning (I guess that's what happens when you get to know somebody, huh?) She is even lovelier once you get to know her.

Coco~ Exactly what I thought except not intimidating. She is friendly (despite having superior grammar) and a good teacher. (still referring to your PM)

Momma~ Not sure what this place would be like without momma. She is one of those people who is always there for you (except lately, where the heck has she been?). Such a genuinely good person.

Nutzy~ Great taste in men (with the exception of the BJ obsession) ;-). Nice enough to always be willing to share with me. Would love to meet her. She is one of everyone's favorites, including mine.

Monsty~ My impression of Monsty has not changed. She is a beautiful mother and still one of the funniest people I've known.

Bob~ Bob is nicer than I originally thought she was. I guess when someone is super smart I assume they will be stuck up, but not Bob. Bob is a dork at heart, underneath all that intelligence. (no offense) *afraid she will blow me up, now*

Boo~ Completely wrong about her. Thought she was happy with her circle of friends and wouldn't want to include others. She has been very welcoming and I am so glad I got to know her. She is *not* a loer!!!

Silverstar~ I am envious of her wit. I like her style. I think she is the kind of girl everyone should have as a friend. I was right about her, but have grown even more fond of the little bitch. :P

Augie~ Has an aura of specialness that makes people want to be in her presence. There's just something about her that I like.

Nookie~ I don't think anyone could not *heart* nookie. It's true, she did kick me once, but because she is so exceptional in every other way, I've forgiven her. She is everything I thought originally, but better.

HD~ Turns out he was a young hottie! Can't imagine OT without his contributions. Truly unique.

PhoenixMons~ One of the most well rounded peeps I know. She really does know a little bit about everything, it seems. Glad I've gotten to know her better, and thankful for her presence here and at the other place. Would still love to *be* her. Plus she has an adorable DD!

Buggy~ One of the very first to welcome me and correspond via PM. She is just as she has always been. Very wise, very loving and still the heart of OT.

Syren~ LOL. Syren was not the 40 year old I thought she was. Instead, she is one of the strongest, most loyal and generous peeps I've known. She is mature and yet fun, smart, yet able to let her hair down and play. She has been a wonderful friend to me.

CSTL~ Humble. Genuine. Very generous with his time and heart. *sigh* I am just so glad to know him.

Volsfan~ Quirky. Always there with something cute or clever to say. Was right about him. I really like him.

jkokoj~ We need a koko. She has a beautiful heart and shares happiness wherever she goes. Happy to have gotten to know her better.

Woe~ A very good friend. Strong through rough times. A survivor. Special lady.

Tishy~ A wonderful person who still makes everyone laugh at the other place. Even when going through her own trials, she is there, being ladyT.

Iggy~ Too damn humble for her own good. I should really not like her, since she is exactly what I thought she was, but I can't help it. I like her alot.

EmilyRugburn~ Still getting to know her and still thinking she is a hot smarty!

Lightsy~ Even funnier and nicer than I thought. Like Em, still getting to know her, but enjoying it immensely.

AnotherKim~ Someone we would want on our side. She sticks up for what she believes in and for people she cares about.

Starryluna~ Again, still getting to know her, but have learned that she is a neat person and very caring.

Puffy~ Adding Puffy here even though she is not currently a blogger. I just wanted to say that she is one of those peeps who can always be counted on for a smile or a laugh or a kind word.

RedDobie~ Didn't have a first impression, but have loved getting to know her better. I remembered that I also assumed she was a he, based on the name I guess. I don't know why, I know it doesn't make sense. Anyhow, I am very happy she has joined the blogging community.

MRC~ Had to add him because I find him to be *swoonworthy* Very smart. Sometimes second impressions beat first impressions. *grin*

First impressions (ridiculously long post)

I have no idea why I was thinking about this, but I was. As I was making my very grown up trip on my own (look! I made it back in one piece!) I was thinking back to my first days and even months at OT. I think it's funny how drastically blogging here has changed my impression of certain peeps. I can't list everyone, but I am going to list some, and explain what I mean. These are in no particular order and they are by no means everyone I wanted to add. edited to add~ I think I will save my follow up on how my impressions changed, for next time, since this is already so freakin' long.

If you don't want to read my stuff, then share some of yours. And even better if it's about the non-bloggers, we can really dish about them!! kidding! (unless you really will)


First impressions:

Carey~ I thought Carey was the life of the party. She was everywhere, in every thread, cracking people up. Seemed to be very lvoed.

Glow~ Hmm. I can't remember where it started but Glow was someone I looked up to. She seemed so comfortable and witty with everyone. I thought she was younger than me and it bugged me that she seemed so confident and sure of herself. I was jealous of Glow.

Seana~ A newbie. Unsure of what to make of her friendliness. Envious of how quickly she fit in.

Rose~ How can I admit that I was pretty sure I wasn't going to like her? She popped into the bar one night after being gone from OT for a while and everyone was so happy to see her. I thought "hmmph! she can't waltz back in here and have everyone love her! Not fair". I also didn't know her before she came into the bar, so I wasn't sure how long she'd been gone. **this admission has confirmed that I truly am a bitch**. (in case anyone wondered)

Zombie~ One of the old timers who everyone knew and loved. Had a distinct personality and unique contributions.

MTW~ Funny, sweet, flirtatious. Candy lover. Happy when I found out we lived near eachother, since he was one of the good/smart guys on the board.

Arkie~ One of the old timers (sorry, this applies to many) who seemed to fit in with everyone. Always something sweet or funny to say.

Coco~ Old timer. Intimidating (because I know my punctuation sucks). Clever.

Momma~ I was envious of how quickly momma integrated herself. So not like myself. Very cute. Liked her on BB forums first.

Nutzy~ A lot like momma. Very likeable, very easy going. Liked to move in on my men. *glares at nutzy* She also seemed very happy, energetic.

Monsty~ One of a kind. Actually made me *snort* and "LOL".

Bob~ Okay, I was jealous of Bob, too. (see a pattern here?) Bob came in and was instantly loved, and well, she was Bob.

Boo~ Didn't see her as much on OT for some reason, but saw her in other forums. She seemed like she had a circle of friends and I was intimidated by that. Even after we started blogging, I wasn't sure if she would want me to comment on hers.

Silverstar~ Again, very, very funny. Also very sweet and snarky. Wonderful mixture.

Augie~ Old timer. Smart and funny. One of the many who intimidated me.

Nookie~ Liked her immediately. Thought she was the type who would never swear, never smoke, and would certainly *never* kick somebody. (please don't deny this or I will have to go look in the archives for proof)

HD~ Where do I even start? He was a 60 year old professor, who came out on the BB forum. Then he was a 60 year old gay professor.

PhoenixMons~ Tried to avoid her. She was way smart and knew something about everything. The kind of person I wanted to be. (can we say "intimidated" again?)

Buggy~ Buggy was it. Buggy was the one who seemed to be the heart of OT. She contributed to the deep end thresds but she made sure we had the shallow end, too.

Syren~ S-m-a-r-t. Way smart. Had to be at least 40. Very kind and generous.

CSTL~ Funny...flirty. Old timer as well. Also very nice to newbies.

Volsfan~ Liked him right off the bat. Seemed very friendly.

jkokoj~ Always the jokes, very loved, part of the family.

Woeisme1~ Also always sharing jokes. Very friendly to everyone.

Tishy~ Old timer, to be revered. I knew her more from the archives as she wasn't posting as much when I was new.

Iggy~ *sigh* Another person to be jealous of. She offered something unique, she was young and cute and so damn likeable.

EmilyRugburn~ Awesome sig. Assume she's hot, therefore was jealous of her too. Plus she was comfortable there without having to post everyday. Also smart.

Lightsy~ Another old timer who had a group of her own friends, but was nice to all.

AnotherKim~ Very intimidating. Very sure of herself and smart. Also well loved and looked up to. Wicked funny and snarky. Oh, and just a tad self-centered. *smile*

Starryluna~ Feminine, sweet. Adored her name.

If you are not on this list, it's because it's now 1:30 in the morning and I just got back from being gone all weekend and I'm super tired. If I missed you, cuss me out in the comments and I'll tell you my first impression.

I'm a big girl dammit!

My family is so screwy. I have parents who still think they need to give me clearance before I do anything. Last month, when I was going to see my friend who lives an hour away, my dad straight up told me no. I shouldn't be driving that far by myself. Now, this weekend I am going to drive to the mountains (3 hours away) to visit family. My older brother was the first to tell me I couldn't do it alone, then tonight my dad tells me the same thing. I laughed and said, "dad, I am freaking going to be 30 years old, I can drive by myself!" *sigh* Is it just me or is this what all parents do? I am leaving DH home this weekend because a) he wanted to, and b) because I want him to owe me a weekend alone. My parents have already told me that my desire to be left alone for a night or two is really wrong. Hello! I've NEVER slept in a house by myself, in my LIFE! Ugh! Overprotective maybe? No wonder I feel like a 12 year old.

At any rate, wish me luck. I've been to my relatives home over a hundred times throughout my life and I still used Mapquest to get directions. (no wonder they're so damn worried).

You all have a good and safe weekend. I will be thinking of those who are going to at Glow's reception and I will be very gellus! See you all Monday.