Well it is official

At least according to Dr. Gail Saltz and Dr. Drew Pinsky...

They have designated my marriage as sexless...

Luckily I am in really good company as according to them, up to 20% of marriages are like mine. The good news is that there is a solution. It is called communication.

Oops. There is the problem. When I communicate my feelings, I am accused of dumping on him. So I stopped. And I wait. But nothing improves.

Lost Again

The stress level here may have dropped but it is not gone.

Yes, I managed to get construction loan fixed so that the contractors could be paid...

I then got to spend the next day making sure that the constractors WERE paid.

Then, just for fun, I got to go to school to help carve pumpkins, then attended parent teacher conferences, ran kids to parties and sleep overs all over the northern part of Chicago and dealt with stressed and over-served husband who at the 11th hour decided that he needed my help... He ddoesn't want me. Just my feet to help him get off. Not an act of love. Not even an act of mutual lust.

I am alone.

There is no one to touch me. No one to offer me comfort and love. No one desiring me for my unique gifts.

What am I to say? I need a life outside my family because they bring me no joy? I need a lover to rediscover the woman I used to be?

HNT-38

Oh ok.. most of the crises are over and I finally got some time to relax... for one whole hour before I had to pick up the kids from school... so I took advantage of it!

STOOOOPPPP!!!!

screwing with me that is.

I am tired. I have been running like a madwoman for the last couple of weeks.... We have travelled east twice this month. I have yelled at basketball coaches. I have corrected an out of balance loan. I have attended birthday parties and weddings. I provided the bride with an usher, altar server and the services of a personal undresser (hey, getting out of a wedding dress is a bitch) Found that my older daughter is failing not one, but two classes... wait until I find what else awaits on conference day... I have been to mass everyday this week.. creepy I know.. my other daughter has been an altar server all this week at 7:30am... Surprisingly, lightning has not struck nor have I acheived any enlightenment.

I give up. You will find me cowering in the corner...

HNT-37

This is a post similar to what I posted for Boobie-thon.com... why? Well, I did it for a couple of good reasons..

No, not those... although truth be told protecting my own breasts is a good reason too.... instead I was thinking about my family that I posted about previously.

So even though Boobie-thon is over, remember that the fight is not!

Because sex is all in the brain.

Using your mind Your sexual hidden talent is your ability to use your mind. Sex is mostly in your mind and to your partners delight you have mastered the arts of seduction and atmosphere. Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com

Does this make sense to other men?

Let's say you are feeling sick. You have a cold (that you will subsequently pass on to your wife, thanks for nothing!). Does a handjob really make you feel better in any real way.. other than the obvious one, of course.

An anniversary of sorts...

It was on this evening twenty-two years ago that I lost my virginity.

I suppose it is unusual to be able to say this in this day and age, but it was to the man that is now my husband. The man now know as the Porn King. He was so hot for me then... How times have changed. I don't think that he even remembers.

You can decide for yourself if that is sweet or pathetic. I have heard opinions each way.

HNT - 36... On Reading

What is the last book you read? Not the book that you told Barbara Walters or Vanity Fair that you read... The real book.

The last couple of days have been frustrating to me because of this very subject. It started with this:

The Greater Washington Initiative created an ad campaign to advertise that their local workforce are highly educated. How did they do it? Juxtaposing the image of two commuters. One is reading a romance novel, the other Plato's Republic.

This set off a flurry of commentary at one of my favorite websites Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Novels . They believe, rightly so that one's reading choices are no indication or their intelligence or even their educational level. Of course, this has opened them (us, as I consider myself among their numbers) to further ridicule in the Washington Post and the New York Times.

Now don't get me wrong. I have read Plato. The Republic, The Symposium, The Protagoras (now THAT is a tough read). I have read Homer, Herodotus, Thucydides, Aristophanes, Cicero, Virgil, Pliny, Tacitus, Thomas Aquinas, Justin Martyr, Gelasius, Augustine, Jerome, The Venerable Bede, Abelard and Heloise, Machiavelli, Petrarch, Montaigne, Galileo, Newton, Knox, Calvin, Luther, Pascal, Cromwell, More, Diderot, Robespierre, Murat, Mazarin, Bentham, DeToqueville, John Stuart Mill, Franklin, Paine, Hegel, Thoreau, Alcott, Emerson, Marx, Engels, Neitzsche, Weber, Bismarck, Herzl, Chamberlain, Petain, Freud, Keynes, Hitler, Churchill, Lenin, Sartre, and Chomsky. I am highly educated. If I do say so, myself, there are not many people more educated than I.

But I also read crap. I read mysteries, thrillers and chick lit... Hell, once I even tried to read Ann Coulter (I don't recommend it.. she doesn't make alot of sense and is exceptionally shrill)!

I also read romance novels. THERE! I said it! I read my first when I was in 7th grade... so I guess that would make me 12 or so. Lady Vixen.... by Shirlee Busbee. I still remember it. My friends and I passed it around... we devoured it. It went from Debby to Donna, to Emily to Carol to me eventually... I was a year younger so they made me go last. Oh what book. It ruined me for other romance novels, really... Since then I need a much higher quality... better plots, better writing and hotter, much hotter sex.

Should I be ridiculed for my choice of reading materials? I don't think so.

Do my reading materials indicate any lack of intellect on my part? Definitely not. I am currently reading a book about evolutionary biology (Sex, Time and Power by Leonard Shlain) and a romance novel (Again the Magic by Lisa Kleypas)

Oh, and any guy reading Plato on the train is an insufferable show-off. No one can truly read for deep understanding in that environment. Trust me. So maybe a guy like this is turning the pages, but he isn't understanding it...

That puts it in perspective

I had lunch with my senior year prom date recently. It was nice to be able to sit down with someone that you haven't seen in 20 or so years and feel comfortable, but that is where we were. This is not to imply that I am meeting men for lunch all the time. I don't. But He and I were friends for a really long time. We saw the King and I at Kleinhan's Music Hall back in the early 80s. (apparently the broadway debut of this round of the King and I occurred in January 1985.... we must have seen him in '84)

We also went to see Camelot, with Sir Richard Burton (the actor, not the explorer.... yes, I am dork enough to know about the explorer and am currently reading a translation of his version of the Arabian Nights...) During that expedition to the O'Keefe Centre in Toronto, we broke into the upper balcony for dress rehearsal and heard them go over the number, "Fie on Goodness". Burton showed up in his jeans... we were enthralled.

He was in town to see "Wicked". Did I mention that he is gay? And as I learned, so was everyone else that I dated or wanted to date in highschool... (note if your initials are PA or KK, I have no idea either way.. but you are the only ones... )was gay. In fact, as I learned of yet another guy that I found cute being gay, I explaimed (or exclaimed for those of you not drinking vodka... Hey my house is under construction and my daughter calls me a whore regularly, what would you drink under the circumstances?), "Did I like anyone in highschool who was straight?" Our waiter, at Ann Sather's in Boystown in Chicago, laughed, looked at me and said, "NO!" Much to my consternation...

Oh well... I eventually found men interested in my charms...

Although we never did discuss the whole prom night issue... hmmmm wonder that was about? A discussion for another trip, I guess

Boobie-Thon 2006!

Ok.. I just got back from visiting family in the aul sod. While I was there I got to see and visit with assorted family members...

And to think about those who weren't there...

I can visit my Father's sister. She is a three year survivor of breast cancer..

I can and did visit my cousin. She is 4 years older than I am. She is currently undergoing radiation treatment.

I can visit another cousin, who lives in NYC. She is still in a pre-cancerous state for breast cancer. She is being watched very closely and Memorial Sloan-Kettering.

But I can't visit my mom's sister. She fought her breast cancer for a decade, but lost her fight when I was a freshman in college -- 20 or so years ago. I still miss her. As do her children. That yearning will never go away.

So I am doing my small part by participating in Boobie-thon 2006. I would like to say that I am bold enough to do full nudity... but I can't say that! Since you need to find me on your own...but let me know if you find me! Ok yes, I am teasing you, but you know that I am not that much of a tease.. you can see my boobies... for a price.. but it is for a good cause...Well you will have to prove that I have stepped over that line.. describe my pix to me.. then you get to claim what a slut I am!

HNT-35 Now with real boobies!

As promised.... here they are!

Renewal

Do you know what sucks the life out of me?

Travelling 500 miles with PK, kids and parents to attend grandmother's 99th birthday. This entails, yelling griping kids, criticizing parents, irritated husbands, fighting cousins, grasping, greedy aunts, and assortment of 1st, 2nd and 3rd cousins removed and unremoved.

Do you know what gives it back to me?

Being taken to bed by a lover whose only interest our mutual total satisfaction... A man who sinks into my soft body and sighs his delight, sucking on my nipples while pounding my hot wet pussy until I scream... and I hardly ever orgasm from intercourse, so you know that it will have to be incredible... Oh and we would take our time to explore each other's bodies... He would bury his long, hard cock deep in my tight ass and whisper his secret desires in my ear... I would explore his ass, sucking his cullions, while I explore his fundament with my fingers. I love the sound of his groan as he guides me into his body and spends his passion for me...

Yup, that would do it!