HNT-22

Good grief what a day...

My computer got flooded this morning. Stupid cat tipped over a glass of water onto my laptop. Grrrr... would you believe that it took all day long to dry the machine out.

Naked Day

Kids are at camp. I was able to sleep well without worrying if my pre-teen is trying to escape from the house. Oh and the PK and I did the wild thing. (assuming you consider wildness to include a charley house for merely mounting your sexual object... and I will leave it to you to figure out who was effected by cramping) I was shocked to be treated as a sexual object this morning as no one is hung over and it is not Sunday morning... But surprised in a good way. I think PK knows when other men are expressing any interest in me and it spurs him to action (so to speak).

As a result, I am feeling actually relaxed. For a change.

So what am I doing?

I am enjoying a naked day.

Ahhh... now if it would only be sunny for longer than 20 minutes at a time maybe I could sneak outside and the sunshine on my naked skin.

But alas, this appears to be wishful thinking.

HNT-21

Late as always.. Someday soon I have to remember what day of the week it is.... I took this picture this afternoon as I continue to pack up this house for the rehab... Love the boxes, eh? Sadly, I am dressed, yet again.

I thought this was interesting because one of my breasts is looking much bigger than the other... I think it is time to go buying standard old utility bras again... Or as Bette Midler would call them, "Over the shoulder boulder holders".

My vote

I saw this entry at Figleaf this morning, but then also at Broadsheet at Salon.

My initial thoughts? Blowjobs? Hell yeah! I love 'em! To hold a man in your hand and mouth and to know that you have such control over him? And the moment before he is going to cum? He couldn't want or need you more than he needs oxygen at that moment.

Things I can live without? A hand on my head. I know what I am doing. And I am exceptionally good at it. Leave me the fuck alone. You want to control this, go ahead and try, but when I yack on your cock you will probably change your mind. I have an itchy gag reflex... and I know it better than you... You have been warned.

Now the real reason for my commentary...

Why the hell are we fighting about this crap? If you want to perform fellatio.. do it. If you don't.. don't.. this is the point of feminism and choice. We can make any one we want. I don't feel submissive to any man that I am blowing. If you do feel somehow diminished, I can't say that I completely understand it, but I certainly respect it and say go with God, the Goddess , the Spirit or whatever it is that you do or don't believe in and behave accordingly...

Instead? I suggest that we all concentrate on the things we can agree on...

I will throw this out there as an introduction... you may add your own choices, but I offer up this thought:

Ann Coulter is an insane cunt...

Discuss amongst yourselves....


but when push comes to shove, I think you all generally agree...

Let's not forget the issues that bind us together and let go of those that separate us...

all right.. I am done ranting for the moment.

"Would You Say That Your Decision To Storm Out In The Middle Of An Interview Reflects A General Dickishness Amongst Republicans"...

I am guessing that this is a rhetorical question?

A card for every occassion?

I think not, or I would be able to find the one that I am looking for...

The anniversary card that says, "I am not sure I would do it again".

After years of trying to read his mind and figure out what thing I failed to do for him that he expected even though he didn't mention it I am pretty much at my wits end.

The oldest daughter, who is sensitive to moods going on around here is suffering from this crap trying to "manage" her father's tempers. I am on anti-anxiety meds as a result of them. The younger one seems fairly happy go lucky . May be she will remain uneffected. Maybe she will be the most fucked up of all of us.

But here I am on the cusp of 17 years of wedded "bliss" and I find we know each less than we did before. Well that is not entirely true. I know him. He either doesn't care to know me or doesn't like it and is pretending that he doesn't notice what is going.

I know that my anniversary festivities will include:

dinner out at a fancy restaurant
a ride in a limo downtown (so he can drink without fearing legal reprisals)
No sex that night, but will wait until Sunday morning which is the day and time he has set aside for that duty. It will be the first time in 3 weeks he will express any interest and the time prior to that was the day that I got my period last (which means he got a blowjob but nothing for me since he finds my period icky)
Flowers
Breakfast in bed (which will not be in bed but I will probably have to help cook... it is Father's Day after all)
I will slide on my engagement, wedding and anniversary rings for the occassion. I don't really wear these anymore. I don't feel connected to them. He doesn't notice or at least rarely comments on it. I suppose that is a sign of how bad things are...

Over all I am unspeakable depressed and really not looking forward to anything

HNT- 20

An old one for those who remember my naughty crafts... I think I need more of these!

I just got the goodbye look

I woke sad this morning with a song in my head.

I thought this was weird, since usually I associate music with happiness and pleasure.

But this song always makes me a bit wistful, reminding me of the people that have come and gone through my life. Those that I have known in person and virtually. You see, for the past several years, I have been an online chatter. This started when I was first home with the kids full time. PK was travelling all the time and I was home with pre-schoolers. In the evenings, after the kiddies were in bed, I often could be found in chat rooms talking with grownups about grownup subjects. It kept me from feeling incredibly lonely and focused on something other than Pokemon and Sailor Moon.

PK didn't mind, it allowed him to travel without having to worry about having to have any kind of meaningful conversation with me after a long hard day. Oh hell, even when he WAS in town he was looking to avoid THAT.

The majority of my online friends were male, virtually all of them were trying to seduce me. But was so nice to get male attention that I kept at it... After a while, I had a set group of friends that I would chat with. It was reassuring to have regular friends who I could talk about almost anything with.

The problem?

Time.

Things in my friends lives changed cancer, unemployment, divorce and the fear of it all take their toll. My life has changed too. I went from little girls who blissfully ignored Mommy while they were playing and went to bed at a regular hour to my big girls who try to read over my shoulder and need to be actively supervised until MY bedtime.

Little by little, I have lost my friends and my life is measurably sadder for it. Waking up this morning with this song in my head has just reminded me of it even more.

THE GOODBYE LOOK
DONALD FAGEN

The surf was easy on the day I came to stay
On this quiet island in the bay
I remember a line of women all in white
The laughter and the steel bands at night

Now the Americans are gone exept for two
The embassy's been hard to reach
There's been talk and lately a bit of action after dark
Behind the big casino on the beach

The rules are changed
It's not the same
It's all new players in a whole new ball game

Last night I dreamed of an old lover dressed in gray
I've had this fever now since yesterday
Wake up darling they're knocking the Colonel's standing in the sun
With his stupid face the glasses and the gun

I know what happens
I read the book
I believe I just got the goodbye look

Won't you pour me a Cuban breeze Gretchen

I know a fellow with a motor launch for hire
A skinny man with two-one shoes
Cause tonight they're arranging a small reception just for me
Behind the big casino by the sea

I know what happens
I read the book
I believe I just got the goodbye look

I wish I knew what to do... wait it out and hope things right themselves or move on and find new friends or ways of making them....

For tonight at least, I think I will look up a recipe for Cuban Breezes and drink to better days... here is the recipe I found...

Cuban Breeze #1 Recipe

Ingredients:
1 oz. Vodka
1 oz. Amaretto
Fill with Pineapple Juice

Mixing Instruction:
Fill a hurricane glass with ice and add the ingredients (you can also blend the ingredients with ice until slushy). Garnish with a pineapple wedge and a cherry.

HNT-19?

It is summer vacation for the children here at Chez Me and I have been looking for things to do with my chicklettes... Today's activity was special... manicures and pedicures... Sadly my hands are the stumpy looking ones... the cute ones belong to mes enfants....

She is one crazy bitch...

Ann Coulter that is... She creeps the hell out of me. Not because she is a fascist... because she is nuts... fucking nuts.

I discovered this after trying to read her book Treason... it was a charming little piece about how Joseph McCarthy was really correct that the government was crawling with Communists in the 1950's... Fascinating but there is one little problem... It isn't illegal to be a Communist in the U.S. Except for a really brief moment in the 1920s it always HAS been perfectly legal... so even assuming that her supposition was correct the answer is WHO CARES?! oh... and there might be a, "Why was it acceptable to persecute people for their perfectly legal beliefs?" Or at least that is what I said, page after flipping page of her poorly researched, crappily written psycho rant.

Then of course, there was her rant against 9/11 widows from yesterday. Her chief concern seems to be that these women were in a position where she, Ann Coulter, felt that she could not criticize them without being questioned. What a bitch! A woman who views herself as morally superior to her critics is actually pissed that she has encountered opponents who really ARE morally superior to her. Because that is the problem... for all her talk, Annie is now talking about people who HAVE suffered at the hands of terrorists, who HAVE looked at the response of their government and found it wanting... in every regard. Oh... and since they are LIVING with the aftermath and have suffered loss, who is the likes of Ann Coulter to complain or question...

That is their real crime... They out Coultered her!

So when I found this today... I laughed my ass off...

Here is to all of you out there that just want Ann Coulter to shut the FUCK UP!

Soggy HNT

Sorry for a less than personal HNT shot today... I took this picture yesterday from the rose bush that I planted in my back yard... of course that was BF Before the Flood.

Yes, my house has turned on me... it knows that we are getting ready to rehab and gut it.. so it is getting the last laugh... apparently the upstairs bathroom quietly sprang a leak that worked its way through the floor and flooded my kitchen and dining room...

Perhaps a little later, when and if I regain a sense of humor I will post a picture of all my towels laid out on my dining room floor... Then again.. maybe not.