Tuesday, October 27, 2009

TMI Tuesday #210

1) What are three mistakes someone could make on the first date with you that would automatically make you turn down a second date with them?
No second date if I feel pressured in any way. No second date if their ignorance or intolerance shines through. No second date if they can't make me laugh.

2) Pick an animal that best displays your personality. :)
A little attention, lots of love, some belly rubbing, playing fetch, napping in the shade, excitement when Owen comes home from work and Petit Singe steps off the bus... Sounds like a dog to me. Bitch. Whatever. Nothing exotic here.

3) If your so stopped having sex with you, how long would you stay?
It depends on why they stopped having sex with me, of course....

4) Are you more passive or aggressive when the relationship becomes physical?
Passive? Perhaps. Aggressive? Could be.

5) Have you ever been INSIDE a store that sold adult themed toys and videos?
Are you kidding??

Bonus (as in optional): What percentage of women do you think are capable of handling being in a "friends with benefits" relationship? How about men?
I don't know about anyone else, but I believe I would handle it just fine. *snicker

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

TMI Tuesday #193

1. How many speeding tickets have you had? Accidents?
I've never had a speeding ticket. It's amazing to me because I speed every single time I drive. It just really bothers me on the freeway when people pass me. I've only been in one accident when I was driving. I rear ended a girl a long time ago... when I still had only my temporary license. I have been a passenger in numerous collisions though.

2. Boxers, briefs or commando?
Of the three, it would have to be commando, eh?

3. Have you ever had sex in your office or your place of employment?
Not with anyone but myself.

4. Do you or your so own a motorcycle? Do you ever ride one? Do you wear a helmet when you ride?
Neither Owen nor I own a motorcycle. I have had some offers to take me riding, but as yet, I've not had the pleasure. Ever. If I do get the chance (and not just empty promises), you can bet there will be a helmet on this head.

5. Ever been skinny dipping?
No. However, about four weeks ago, I had the perfect opportunity. All the elements were in place... beer, moon, lake, friends, bonfire... It was just too darned cold.

Bonus: Ever been arrested? Turned someone in/had someone arrested?
No. No.

Yeah, yeah. See number two.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Possibly Something About Dreams

My dreams have always been somewhat erratic.

When I was younger, I had the same dream over and over. The upstairs of our house was unfinished and I rarely ventured there. My mother harped her warnings of the Boogey Man into my brain at a very early age. (She also had me convinced that there were gorillas in Secor Park, but that's another story.) In the dream, the Boogey Man would somehow lure me upstairs... and eat me, then my family. I must've wised up in my dreams, because I started begging him not to devour me. So I was spared, but not my family. Of course I wasn't much concerned about my brothers, but it surely bothered me that he dined on my parents. I don't know what sparked my compassion, but it was for naught... because when I finally asked the terrible Boogey Man to spare my entire family, he ate us all. Again.

I continued to have nightmares as I grew older. More than once I dreamt of my middle brother dying, being attacked by Freddy Krueger, forced diet and exercise, and beginning high school with no books and no schedule and no shortage of sweat and apprehension.

I have dreams of Owen's infidelity and my own faithlessness. I must admit to not minding the latter. They're quite delicious, what I remember, but no matter how much I concentrate on making myself have sex dreams, they are uncommon. And I don't remember the details too clearly anyway. My dreams desert me as I pound my snooze button into oblivion every morning.

Recently, I've had the dubious honor of remembering a couple vague scenes from my dreams. In one, I was living in a rundown house alone. To my dismay, outside in a tall tree... was a mattress. No treehouse. No ladder. Um, come to think of it, no sheets on the darned thing either. Anyway.

My latest recollection had the potential to be so much more. I'm very disappointed it was not. It was the first time I'd dreamt of this particular person, though far from the first time I'd fantasized about him. I don't remember what we were doing in the dream. I do recall him looking exactly like the one face shot I've seen. He was even wearing the same shirt. Alas, no sex, no groping, no kisses, no whispered words of lust.

Well, I suppose I've rattled on enough, and again, I've forgotten the point of this post. Oh well

I've been meaning to return a few emails. After lunch maybe. My first one will be to the mysterious (to you) man of my dream. Yeah, the one who didn't thoroughly pound me into oblivion before the alarm woke me. Very unfortunate, that.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

TMI Tuesday #186

1. Which traits from your parents do you see in yourself?
I get my love for reading and learning from my dad. I also have a trace of his absentmindedness. My sense of humor comes from my mom. I'm sure there are other traits I've received from my parents... I've just never had the urge to examine too closely.

2. Which traits from you/your partner do you see in your children (if you don't have kids, which would you like to see)?
In Monkey, I see the same general happiness with life that Owen has. And his fondness for books can only come from me, since Owen won't read a set of instructions, let alone a book! Now, his attitude... I'm not claiming that.

3. How did you get the birds-and-bees talk?
My two older brothers didn't seem to mind their younger sister dogging their heels... one can learn a lot by keeping one's ears open.

4. What was your favorite childhood book?
Bridge to Terabithia was my favorite book from my childhood.

5. What is your favorite piece of erotic literature?
Hmmm, I don't believe I have a favorite.

Yes. Yes, of course I'm commando.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

It's The Thought

... that counts.

Ahhhh, yes. Seven years of married bliss is to be celebrated this coming Sunday.

Grandma Tootie is a stickler for sending greeting cards for every birthday and holiday. She always adds a personal message inside. Today in the mail, we received a cute anniversary card. In addition to her touching note, she enclosed some McDonald's coupons, about eight in all. Unfortunately, we'll probably use them.

I'm just hoping we don't use them Sunday.

*Hey NV, is that apostrophe supposed to be in the title??

Saturday, April 11, 2009


We went out with some friends last night... dinner, drinks, good times. This was heard as I turned out the light before jumping into bed...

"I'm not fucked up fucked up. But I'm pretty fucked up."

That's a very rare situation for either of us to be in. I guess the beers were just flowing a little too freely for Owen. He actually turned into a dancing freak.

Poor guy. I'm sure he had a rough morning. At work.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

TMI Tuesday #179

1. Ever Googled a date, a potential date or an ex?
Yes, all three. And I must confess that I Google myself from time to time. Never anything good there.

2. Do you gossip?
Not really too much. The only people I gossip with and about are family members. Let me tell ya' there are some juicy stories there...

3. How many people do you completely trust?
I completely trust my husband and my brothers. I have a general trust of most other people though.

4. Have you ever had sex in a car?
Well, sure. Isn't that where everyone's first time is??

5. What is your best flirting technique: innuendo, telling a dirty joke, talking about sex life, or physical contact?
I'm a little on the shy side. (Really!!) Hmmm, maybe body language, subtle hints, smiles, eye contact, tone of voice... Nothing too blunt, nothing too forward... unless I know you pretty well... then look out!

Bonus (as in optional): How many times is the most you have ever had sex in a 24 hour period?
I believe that would be six times.

Commando? You know it!