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!

HNT-34

I am sooo sorry. I know you all must be getting really irritated with me and these pictures... I fully intended to use another picture today... but after I saw this.. only one thought entered my head...

MY HOUSE IS TOPLESS!

Please note the section of yellow wall... now you have all been in my bedroom... What a slut I am!





How fast are my builders moving? This was my house this morning:


I promise to be actually topless next week... Unless something even freakier happens at my house next week...

Oh and you might be asking, why is she at that house all the freaking time? Answer? I had to go over this morning because my idiot neighbor (in the white house) called the police on my builders again... Reason this time? A shingle landed on his Daddy's sidewalk. Would you believe those bastards would not jump off the roof and clean it up immediately? Some people!

How to tame a putz

Well.. let's see we are about three weeks into the construction project at my house... you know... the half-nekkid one... and already my next door neighbor's son has called the cops twice and daily harrasses the workers at the job site.

Today's incident was while the guys were taking down the roof...and the putz started screaming at them to them again. Charming. Let's distract the guy 25 ft in the air because his position is the most stable...

PK is trying to figure out how we are supposed to handle him. But the problem is that this schmuck hates us because even though we have a completely screwed up marriage and family situation at the moment, we still ultimately have a life. We have a house. We have kids. PK has a career. The putz probably even thinks that I have a cushy situation being alone 90% of the time but responsible for the care and keeping of everyone and everything within the household 100% of the time. Maybe he even thinks we have regular sex...

Naturally the putz has none of these things. He is 35 years old. Lives with his dad. Works with his dad. Has no visible girlfriend. Spends all of his free time either not wearing his shirt in the backyard drinking beer and playing The Grateful Dead over and over.. (think I am joking... ask my kids to sing 'Trucking" for you...) or....

He sits on his front porch, with or without his shirt, drinking beer and smoking, letting his dog crap in my front yard and run loose (tormenting my pooch) and glaring at us as we come and go in the course of our living our lives...

Now the one thing that everyone agrees on that we have discussed this problem with, is that this goon should go and get laid. I agree. However as I have pointed out for those that who have not seen the lad that is hard for a grungy, bushy, uneducated twit who lives in flannel and appears not to shave, shower or wash his clothes frequently to find a woman who will do him.

God knows that that I am not going to volunteer.

I am hoping that the general contractor just tells the tradesmen coming onto the jobsite to ignoring the rantings of the loser next door.

I got this quiz from my friend Jon...

I have to admit, I was a bit surprised that my car was so exotic and sexy... I guess that I assumed I would be a Chevette... not that they make those anymore, but I think you understand what I mean... good basic transportation.. that gets you where you are going.

I'm a Ferrari 360 Modena!

You've got it all. Power, passion, precision, and style. You're sensuous, exotic, and temperamental. Sure, you're expensive and high-maintenance, but you're worth it.

"Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

One of those days

Have you ever had an overwhelming desire to be filled with a hard, thick cock that pounds at you until you scream, squirt and then pass out covered and filled with sticky hot semen?

Yeah... me too..

HNT-33

I call this one: Half-Naked House.

Now I know what you are thinking...

What is wrong with this woman? Can't she manage to take a picture these days?

(my front door as viewed from my ceilingless basement... I like the irony of the curtain remaining)













Now in all fairness, I would like to point out that these photos were snapped today. And I did like the other-worldly quality of the light. Oh, and watching your home of 15 years being shredded from top to bottom leaves one (i.e., me) feeling vulnerable.

(the view of my daughter's bedroom... I liked how the floor beams from one floor to another are perpendicular)








So I think that this qualifies for HNT status. But you tell me!

(This is the best... I left a picture on the wall and the ceiling fan... IN MY BEDROOM ON THE SECOND FLOOR!)

A Pirate's Life for Me!

In honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day, I present Anne Bonny, pirate, lesbian, slut.

A girl after my own heart for refusing to live life according to the ideals of others.

The daughter of an otherwise married Irish attorney and a housemaid that escaped to South Carolina to own a plantation and raise their child, Bonny, nee Cormac, married a pirate at 16 and moved to Nassau, The Bahamas. Soon leaving her husband, she soon ran off with Calico Jack Rackman and joined his crew. On board his ship, The Revenge, Bonny soon uncovered another female on board, Mary Read. The two soon became lovers.

Sadly, men being men, and pirates being pirates the fun had to end. After coming under attack by the Governor of Bermuda's men, with the men aboard The Revenge drunk, Bonny and Read defended the ship and held off the enemy... for a while anyway.

When brought to trial, both Bonny and Read were spared the ultimately penalty due to them being pregnant. Mary Read died either during childbirth or shortly thereafter.

Anne Bonny was pardonned for her crimes and quickly disappeared, never to be heard of again. There is a legend that she escaped with the assistance of a doctor and moved west with a group of pioneers to continue a life of adventure, albeit, anonymous.

So, here is to Anne, a tits-out (at least according to this picture) kind of gal!

May we all be so bold in our life choices!

Well someone out there seems to like me...

I spent a weekend dealing with sneering preteens who expected to be carted hither and yon, handed cash and the butt of their jokes. Oh, and did I mention that they are exploring new, exciting and inappropriate insults.

So I was really happy to see that my blog received a favorable rating from Jane's Guide.com. I have admired their reviews for years and was excited and proud to read that I wasn't the hack that I sometimes think I am in my head. I will wear my icon with pride!

Oh... and will someone please explain to my daughter that a whore charges for their sexual services... By definition, I am just a slut.

HNT-32

Nude gardening, eh?

Generally speaking this would get me to run outside naked to my 9 square feet of back yard and go to town...

But sadly, I am not at my house. And if I was, I would be standing in a giant pile of dirt and mud due to the construction. The rental here has a large yard, but it is surrounded by a chain link fence. Not good for privacy...

So I am turning to indoor gardening... where I am raising a fine crop of boobies! I have quite the green thumb!

A new low

I am the one in the middle... at least I will win the race to skin cancer.

Yes...

My daughter was given a pamphlet today from her pediatrician.. who has taken care of her since she was an infink... (sorry to Popeye). The pamphlet was on monthly breast self exam.

She is so stacked that even he elderly pediatrician realizes that she is hot.

This is just adding to dilemna of how to deal with her hotness while still feeling like a vital woman.

Is this just a transitory feeling? Or do I have to adjust my world to except that I am on a lesser plain of womanhood. I would like to think that I used to be hot, but I doubt it.. I think had a certain level of cuteness though...

Before and After

Before

We groped in the dark.
Anxious and excited.
Before an audience that despised the show.
Wanting more.
Remembering.
Desiring.

After

The sun glinting over us.
Anxious and excited.
Alone and for ourselves.
Wanting much more
Exploring.
Desiring.

HNT-31

I have no idea what this picture is... I think my hair... but i was also taken by my 1o year old.. quite impressive for her age, I believe...

My Commute - A HNT Special Report

Oh Okay, it is part of my day, as I am a twit who couldn't remember to work on the camera stuff in the mornings... just as well, as it was blindingly bright this morning. Here is where I clued in this morning... I always enjoy the anti-Bush diatribe on the exit ramp... and the Bushie's answer to it...
















Looking at the mess the pooch made when I was running this morning (bad doggie!)















Off to school (tough luck doggie!):
















Lunch lady duty at school:

















Checking on the progress at the homesite (Don't you love the Porta-potty in my backyard?):






























Heading back home:











































Staying away from the flies and bees:

That seems normal, right?

To have wild sex in the living room with the Jerry Lewis Telethon on in the background? Ok, I admit it.. it is a little weird.

HNT-30

While I am unpacking the rental place I submit to you, the HNT public a photo taken by my youngest... I think she has some potential as a photographer....

Will wonders never cease?

It is amazing how quickly things can change...

One day you are in the middle of a hideous funk, overwhelmed by life and your responsibilities... the next day, the phone rings and someone from your past wants to reconnect.

That happened to me last week. And since that time, PK has become....hmmm, agitated is definitely not the right word, but I think aroused is...

Interesting...

HNT-29

Now that I am back home and finishing the moving to the new place (alone, I might add), I have nothing left but memories of naked pool time...

First Full Day Back

And Mama has no time to play...

I dream of you holding my hand while you lead me to the dark and dusty place where we planned our tryst. In the time that it took you to shut the door I removed my shirt and bra and reached for your hard cock that have tented your shorts. With shaking hands I set it free and take you into my mouth. In the darkness I hear you groan and taste your sweetness. This is like a dream, but I know that I am awake. The blood is singing in my veins. I feel fully awake and alive.

Your hands are pulling at my shoulders.. trying to pull me up. But I am enjoying you filling my mouth, my throat. Your scrotum, large and heavy in my hands. You have plans too, though. Wants to be fulfilled and you want them filled now. You pull my hair insistently until I release your stiff rod and stand back up. You push my shoulder down until my nipples press against warm metal... a car I think. "Do you like that?" you growl as you strip my pants from me.

As the warm, close air touched the rest of my body I could feel you probing the dampness between my legs and plunge into me. My body electrifies at your invasion...You are stretching me wide and I can hear your growl. I know you love my tightness. I love it too. As you pump your body in and out of mine, my nipples rub against the hood. As I reach down to touch my clit and before I can begin to rub it, I feel your strong hands on my waist as you flip me over.

I can barely see you as you propel your full weight into me. My legs wrap around your hips as you ride me hard. Your hand reaches out and touches my center and you begin to caress my most sensitive pith, you whisper hoarsely, "Cum for me". As if on command my body crests and free-fall from the precipice of euphoria. I scream and cling to you as my body comes to earth. As awareness returns to me, I hear your final bark of gratification and feel your hard, sweaty body collapse on mine.

But there is so much to do... and no time to to savor these dreams... Or, is there? What are your daydreams and do you want to play?

Home...

Kids to school...

Rehab to start next week

Finishing the move... alone comme toujours....

Trying to remember what it was like to have a sexual impulse


Sorry about the picture... I am not entirely sure how I managed to make myself look pregnant but I liked the curves....

HNT-28

The outfit from last night....

Explanation please....

Can someone explain to me....

Why after I put on the same outfit that drew heads in London to go out with my beloved PK this evening...

Before we step into the restaurant..

He waits until I have primped, and pressed and walked passed him, the kids, his parents...

got into the car drove 6 miles

AND THEN he tells me that my blouse needs to be re-adjusted and I am hanging out of it?

For some reason, this crap never fails to upset me.

I felt confident. Sexy even.

All to be destroyed in an instant.

Thank you Robmcj!

I can post pix again without needing to pull all the hair out of my head... I don't know why it never occurred to me to check my internet security... probably because I have been on so many different networks lately... but when I started to check why my Firefox was not working properly.. I backed up and found the problem!

YEAH Rob!

Now I can post pix like this again! (clearly I need to work on my timer skills.. hey, its a new camera... I am getting there!)

Fun Out East! HNT-27

Finally this photo has uploaded! GRRRRR Blogger!

Well, after last weeks running around, I have finally found some time to relax as you can see!

I do love a pool....

Oh...

and I forgot to add that when going through security at the airport it was not necessary for me to remove my shoes, open my laptop or get patted down.

Although I did have them search my purse and open my "change purse" where I keep a stash of condoms that I keep for wishful thinking/feeling defiant purposes...

I'll take that any day of the year...

I love London

And do you know why?

I can walk around without feeling like that I have been transplanted from another planet...

And this is not because we speak a similar language... (and I say similar because you have to find a plaster at the chemist to cover your blister... or is it a boil? I don't know...)

It is because I can go out to dinner... and have men leer at me like I am an actual woman.

In NYC, or even Chicago, I am invisible or at least a freak...

But London, sweet London is full of men who don't mind women that actually look like women!

WHEE! Can I move there?

On my own...

For the afternoon anyway...

That is right, I will be wandering the streets of London alone today.... PKs business partner arrived today and now there is a new meeting for them to attend...

That is fine, since a walk of a mile and half winded him...

I just find it funny that PK is more solicitous of the partner (it is his first trip across the pond) than I got when I was in labor... sigh. Typical.

I will have to search for a prop for an appropriate Anglophile HNT picture... Maybe a bobby hate? Ahhh yes, a bobby for my booby... sounds about right!

Ohhh and one more thing

Would you believe that the bed in our hotel room is two twins pushed together... and not on a single box springs.... Weird...

Can English bloggers explain this to me?

Or do the people at the hotel just KNOW I have no hope of having sex on this trip?

Why hormones are bad

and why I should not be allowed to watch movies while they are swinging...

I was on a plane yesterday/today/what is the fucking day of the week?

I watched two movies and cried at both...

The Family Stone

and

Walk The Line

Why did I cry? Feelings of loss, worry about a friend who is having some medical tests done, exhaustion, missing the kids, missing feeling loved.... who the hell knows.

I will figure it out later. I need a brief nap.

HNT-26-B

As promised... here is the uploaded picture (finally)... The question is? What is it?

HNT-26

Yes, I am still moving...

I move two loads a day... So far, I have managed to keep myself from craving the sweet release of an early death and just prolonging my misery...

My kitchen looks bare, although I still have to empty the food and plates out of the cabinets. Oh and my heaviest appliances that I dare not move on my own...My microwave oven... and my beautiful but extremely heavy Italian gelato maker. Just to give you an idea, my also fabulous KitchenAid Mixer seems like a feather compared to this ice cream maker... Why? because it requires no pre-freezing or ice or salt of any variety...And that is heavy, man..

So I will await the assistance of the PK for this item. I have no abdominal give left.. its for the best.

Luckily for all of you, I will not be including a picture of my abdomen today... I took this picture yesterday as the sweat was pouring off my dusty, sweaty body. Yum!

Haha! Not really... that is the apartment with one of my daughters lounging in the living room...Charming space, eh?

The sad fact is that I have failed to up load the picture to date and am too tired to search for the cord to upload it properly... I will tomorrow... I promise...

HNT-25 Moving

What have I been doing? Can you guess from the picture?

Maybe it isn't obvious... that is the bra that peeled off after moving crap back and forth to the new apartment all day.. I would have taken a picture of myself... but I looked worse than this bra.. and it looks pretty wiped out... Would you believe I have a couple of more days of this crap to go... and already I am exhausted... I think I need a pick me up.

Does anyone have any suggestions?

Hope you get a good nights sleep

Ever have a conversation with someone and have them fall asleep?

I would like to say no, but sadly it happens alot.

Last night I had the urge (which I supressed) to smother the sleeper/ignorer with a pillow...

Is that wrong?

It has begun...

The move that is...

We moved chairs... well patio ones anyway... set up the bathroom... I took a shower... it was like heaven...

How long will the rest of the move take?

Well since I suspect that I will move the majority of the items in the house myself, I think the answer can be summed up in three little words:

WAY TOO LONG!

HNT-24 and a rant

Well here I am, at 9:30 on a Wednesday evening and I am still waiting for PK to arrive home. He needed to finish up some stuff and then was going to meet a co-worker (male) for a drink... he would be home at 8:30. Two ignored phone calls and 6 text messages later I finally hear that he is on his way... That was almost 40 minutes ago... Another dinner ruined and promises broken. Oh but it is ok.. he told me that he appreciated all my efforts this morning and ordered me flowers which will allegedly be delivered Friday. All in all, it sounds like he was planning to be late all along.

Sorry for the rant.

As promised, here is a picture of my bosom... hopefully someone out there will enjoy.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone! Not sure what it is? Go see Os!







Oh... and at 9:45 I got a call from his friend apologizing for keeping him out so late... I think I am in some surreal Junior High scenario

Defiance...

Silly me...

I made the mistake of mentioning to the Porn King that I was considering getting a tattoo. Naturally, he forbade it. In the same manner in which he would forbid one of the girls from doing something... Oh wait, that isn't exactly true... When the girls want something... he buys it for them. It is just me that is forbidden things.

It doesn't matter that I was thinking about it for a while... Just a NO.

Never mind.... It has been a plan of a girlfriend and I to get tattoos together... I think at the combined age of 81 we are deemed capable of making a rational decision. The trick for me has been the design...

Which I believe I have now solved. She knew what she wanted already so it has been me holding up the works...

Here it is: (it is a combination of symbols that represent the names of my daughters... I kind of dig it... presumably someone more artistic will draw it out for me...)

Oh lucky me

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Red, White and Blue HNT

My younger daughter brought me box of old photos that she found in our basement. They were pictures from when I was a girl...

In the pile, I found one that made me laugh out loud. No one that knew me when I took that picture in 1982, while on a band trip (Where I spent alot of time in the back row) would have guessed that I would grow from being the quintessential "good girl" and become secret sex goddess... Well, maybe this picture might have been a clue. But I thought it was perfect for Half-Nekkid Thursday. What do you think?

Yes, I took a picture up Lady Liberty's skirt.





Hopefully, Os will approve! Go check him out!

Typical

Why is it that the when I wake up after a truly hot dream I find that I am in a position that 90% of the men in the world would not want to touch me? Blech. Sucky suck suck

Sex and the Pre-teen Daughter

or,

How to feel like a vital woman while standing next to your gorgeous, nubile and very young daughter.

I have been trying to find a way to handle it without feeling old and colorless and drab. But, alas that is exactly how I am feeling. I suppose it doesn't hurt that at her stage of puberty she is required to reject every aspect of me. And take emotional pot shots. Apparently, I am funny (not in a ha ha kind of way... more like weird), stupid, embarassing and over all useless. Oh, and I forgot... a lazy, disappointing slob.

I thought life with the PK was sucking me dry emotionally. This is now draining my soul.

Is this my fate? To become a non-entity?