Monday, January 07, 2002

A hodge podge of mixed emotions and other wierd shit

       

Recent Search Hits

- ants dance pants -       - strip lingerie tease -       - smallest thong panties -       - extravagent birthday cakes -       - Liberty strip tease see-through -       - loretta’s panties -       - see through -       - nice sexy dress -       - sex+dress+stockings -       - “he begged me to let him” -       - gorgeous dress sexy skin the sims -       - cream pie sloppy second sex photos -       - tease him cross legs -       - “cross my legs”+tease -       - USE MY PANTIES TO GET OFF

First, let me start off by saying happy anniversary to my husband of seven years.  It’s sad and funny, wonderful and pathetic how well (and often how poorly) we get along.  I truly believe the secret to our magical marriage is that we’re both such fucking slobs, no one else in the world would want either one of us.  *snicker*  No, seriously, I love him.  He mops my floors!  He’s the best daddy in the world.  His freaky weird quirky behavior annoys the living hell out of me sometimes, but it’s those weird quirks that I adore so very much.  I complain about his snoring, but I can’t sleep without it.  His lack of financial knowledge drives me insane, but he’s the one who yanks me head first out of depression when we don’t have money by insisting everything will be okay.

And you know.  It always is.

Hmm… what other cool thoughts have I today?  I had so many before, but they’ve scattered like dandelion seeds on the wind.  Well, I have some mommy bragging to do.  Today Jenica and I take a bath, as we often do, and we sang together.  I’d sing, “Jenica… baby girl… la la la…“ and she’d sing, “Mama, la la la…“ I mean, she KNEW she was singing.  And I’d change notes and she would, too… higher and lower, softer and louder.  It was utterly and completely amazing.  She’s got such an incredible voice, I mean, you know, not Charlotte Church amazing, but my baby amazing.  Oh, and last night, she woke up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, absolutely screaming.  My husband ran to get her but she didn’t want him.  She didn’t want me, either.  No, she wanted her baby doll.  She promptly gave her baby a kiss, cuddled up with her, and when we put her back to bed, she fell right to sleep again.  She’s getting so big.

I can’t resist telling about our games of “Last Look.“  As a child, some of you may have played this game.  It’s the one where you look someone in the eyes and shout, “LAST LOOK!“ and then they try to look at YOU in your eyes to “steal back” the last look.  So, um, yeah, we sort of play this in our own way.  Jenica will literally try to pry my eyes open or force me to turn my head to look at her when I have last look.  And when she has last look, I’ll peer at her out of the corner of my eye and send her into fits of giggling and she’ll squeal and sing and bop around trying to get me to look at her, only so that she can turn her head or cover her face juuuust as I’m about to steal last look from her.  We’re quite the pair, I tell ya.  It’s so strange and exciting that she’s getting old enough to play such complex games.

Oh, yeah, before I forget, I wanted to comment on some of the recent search hits.  The two most disturbing to me were the one mentioning my name, (um,  hello… CREEPY) and the one about Loretta’s panties.  Loretta is my mother-in-law.  EW….  I mean, I hope she wears panties, but I don’t want to know about it!  And incidentally, if you want hits to your journal or weblog, I’m telling you the #1 way is to write about sex.  Sex sells, there is no denying it.  The “extravagent” birthday cakes only bothers me because it’s further proof I can’t spell for shit.  Upairruntly, I’m not the only one.  *snicker*

Sadly, no one will find the smallest thong on me, around me, or anywhere near me.  Thongs are tools of the devil.  If you want one, great.  If you’ve got one, fabulous.  If you wear one, power to ya, babe.  But me?  No.  No thanks.  I’ll stick to my granny panties.  (Well, ok, I DO have a few pairs that are sexy, but not thongs!)  I also may wish he would beg to let him, but um, no, not really.  Not often.  Usually, I do the begging.  (Let’s take bets that that one shows up on a search hit.  “I do the begging.“  *laugh* Too funny.

That’s about it for me for today, I think.  Many thanks to my friends who have left comments on yesterday’s entry.  I love you guys.  *sniffle*

In Other Years:

Anniversary Letter (2007) (2007)

TDO,

Anniversaries are complicated, aren’t they?

So much expectation, so much intent, and it feels like if you slip up…[Read More]

A Cookbook for Sebastian (2004)

I thought “Sebastian”:http://colorfully-see-through-head.com/onceuponatime/001141.html might enjoy this cookbook.

Oh, and I figured I haven’t…[Read More]

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