Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Birthday Of Monkey

The birthday of Petit Singe is Saturday. He'll be turning the big six. We're having a party for him. (What can I say? He's our only monkey. Besides, we have one every year.)

Yeah, I know it's only September. I know it's too soon to carve pumpkins. I know it's a bit early, but, what the hell? Why not?

Petit Singe originally wanted a Batman party. Okay. Fine. I took him to Party City for some plates and cups and some other little things. He was so excited. Until we passed the Army stuff. Then it was put-everything-away-Batman-load-up-on-camouflage. Fine. Whatever. I like green, and I think we have some green plastic table covers anyway.

Not so fast.

On the way to the counter, we passed, you guessed it...Halloween decorations. Next thing I know, he's putting back all the plates and cups and filling the basket with...

Candy.

(Yes, just what my energetic little monkey needs. Not to mention all the other little energetic monkeys that will be coming. *Sigh* )

Petit Singe wants a Haunted House. Gimme a break. I hung some 1980's Halloween decorations that my Mom had. They're pretty scary...pretty scary that my Mom still has them. She never gets rid of anything, but that's another story.

Wish me luck in preparing a monster cake. Here's to hoping you can tell what it is when it's done.

Hope everyone has a nice weekend. 4:30 pm today starts the weekend for me. See you next week.


**In case anyone wants to wish me a happy anniversary, feel free to do so. Tomorrow is eleven years with Owen.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

88 Days To Go

I'll give a quick update about my lovely (read: dreaded, no-good, worthless, hard, time consuming) 100 days of exercise.

Okay, it's not really that bad. I've been trying to get some kind of activity in every day. Whether it's walking or doing a workout video or playing frisbee with Petit Singe. Like, I said, I've been trying. I have exercised more days than not. And I can tell you that's a lot more than I used to do!

Last weekend, I bought a DVD by The Biggest Loser trainer Jillian. It's called 30 Day Shred. I'm not sure what it is supposed to shred, but I think it shredded my legs. They turned to jelly. I'm hoping to go for a walk tonight if my muscles hold out.

As for pounds lost, I don't know. My scale is not very reliable. I doubt there's been a change in the numbers. Who knows? I'm eating slightly better, although I indulged this past weekend and I plan to do it again this coming weekend. I suppose I should stop that...? Well, after next weekend, I'll get right back on track. Uh-huh.

My biggest problem with exercise is not having time. I know I'm supposed to make time, but it doesn't come easily. Owen works a lot. I can't take Monkey on a long walk, I'd only end up carrying him. These are just excuses aren't they? I thought so too. I have more where they came from.

I've found another hindrance as well. All the shows are coming back. Maybe I'll use them as my reward for working out. Yeah. Let's see how that goes.

Well, here's to another week of trying.


Quote for today: Never eat more than you can lift. -Miss Piggy

Monday, September 22, 2008

Love Is In The Air

I fell in love this weekend.

Owen and I went out with my brothers Friday night. My oldest brother, we'll call him Carlos, had his girlfriend in town from New York. This would be our first time meeting her. When Owen and I went to New York in June, we weren't able to connect with her.

Carlos is four years older than me. When I was starting high school, he was moving off to college. When I was starting college, he was shipping off to Germany. He hasn't lived back in my hometown since I was 14. That's half my life. Although we're close, I don't know him as well as I once did.

Anyway, over the years I've met quite a few of his girlfriends. There are a couple who stand out in my mind when I think back.

When Carlos was stationed in Savannah, he was dating a girl named Nicole. She was a really nice girl. Cute accent. Very pretty. She was also very high maintenance. It is funny in so many ways. If you knew Carlos, or anyone else in my family, you'd see how ridiculous this was. As for Nicole, she decided after dating him for a long time that she wasn't content to wait for him while he went to Iraq for a year. That was her decision, and it was right for her. And Carlos.

The next woman who stands out is Melissa. They met in New York City. He brought her back here to meet all of us. She, too, was very nice. She was mature, nice, ambitious, also very attractive. When we met her (at my Dad's bar) she was all dressed up (with nowhere to go). (This bar is not fancy. The beer is cheap, the food is good, and they play old and new country music mixed with a little rock for the younger generation that's finally coming in. The regulars know everyone and have since we 'were this tall'. (Picture hand out, below waist level.) Bottom line is that this is the furthest thing you could possibly find from a New York club.)

Forward to this past Friday. We were finally to meet Carlos' latest love. Her name is A. Based on the previous girls I've met, I thought I knew what to expect. I let my prior experiences color the girl before I ever met her. Shame on me.

Carlos and A were at the bar before Owen and I. We walked in and they greeted us. Let me tell you, like the others, she's very beautiful. Long brown hair and blue eyes. She's funny and seems to mesh well with Carlos and our family. I was struck with how at ease she felt among all us strangers. Her dancing feet were put to the test by my stepbrother. He has Down's Syndrome, and she never once turned him down to dance or sit with. He fell in love that night too.

Oh, and the moment I fell in love? For me, it wasn't the above wonderful qualities. It happened when I looked down and saw she was wearing All Stars. I want her to be my new (and first) sister-in-law.



**Disclaimer
There is absolutely nothing wrong with dressing up. Nothing wrong with taking care of, and caring what you look like. It's more a question of how well they fit in with our family and friends.
**Another Disclaimer
I am neither high maintenance, nor a slob. (I probably would be high maintenance, but I don't have time...)
**Third Disclaimer
I really did like all the other girls. I like everybody.
**P. S. (AKA Disclaimer #4)
I got my pig roast. Frankly, I ate like a, well, like a pig. Not Good, GCI. Not Good.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Prickle Free

Wellllll, guess what.

We finally got our well fixed. They came out Wednesday. 'Bout damn time! It was sure taking its toll on my being able to shave my legs as often as I'd like. Owen had class that night and told me to run the water in the bath to clear the sediment and dirt from the pipe before using anything. Then he called me and told me not to use the hot water because the dirty water would fill up the tank. Okay, whatever. No problem.

Needless to say, as long as I was running the tub (and it was a long time), the water was never clear enough for me. I ran it a little longer, watched a movie and fell asleep on the couch.

When Owen got home from school, he looked around and looked at me and didn't say a word.

Ya know what? Zip it. You told me not to use the hot water. Petit singe didn't get a bath, I didn't do the dishes, and the laundry was piled up the same as when he left. He took a shower (with hot water), did the dishes (with hot water), and started a load of laundry. (LOL)

Hmm, I wonder how to keep him doing that? Surely I can't break the well pump every day and I can't just take a nap every night when he's gone. I'll have to think on this some more. There must be a way for him to do his share of stuff. I guess I could just ask him...

On a side note, we haven't gotten the bill for the pump yet. I'm not too excited about it. I tell ya, this owning a house thing is for the birds. Way overrated.

And on another side note, guess who's going to a pig roast on Sunday... That's right! Me. Well, and Owen, and monkey. I have to bring a dish to share, any suggestions?

Have a good weekend.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

No Missed Calls...

Found out that my two brothers, my stepbrother, and my Dad all went to a Tigers game last week and no one thought to call me. Hmm...

Monday, September 15, 2008

Classical Or Wicked?

I just can't figure him out! In one sense Owen is pretty traditional, on the other hand, sometimes he's outrageous. In this situation, does being traditional translate to being a stick in the mud? And I'm not that daring either, but I am open to some things that Owen is not.

Now, I don't want to change him. I love him just the way he is. He's a good guy, a great father, a wonderful husband. I think he's sexy as hell. The changes I'm suggesting are superficial. It wouldn't fundamentally change who he is. But any suggestions I make are met with heavy disapproval.

I suggested a nipple piercing.
Owen: No way! Someone at work would rip it out when they give me a titty twister!
Me: Well, maybe you and your coworkers should GROW UP!

I suggested shaving or waxing down there.
Owen: (Whining) What if I cut myself? I don't wanna be all itchy, either.
Me: *Sigh* It will be okay. And I deal with it just fine.
(On a side note, I did convince him to trim it, but there's still a lot of hair.) (And he does complain that its still itchy anyway.)

I suggested he get another tattoo or finish coloring in the one he has.
Owen: I don't need a tattoo, and this one looks fine with no color.
Me: Okay, don't get another tattoo, get your nipple pierced. (And then we're back to square one.)

Again, I know its his body. I'm not giving him an ultimatum or anything. I just think these ideas could be pleasurable for us (read: me). There's no way I could even suggest a piercing I saw on a certain sexy lady's knight. Ah well, I guess I'll have to keep that thought for myself.

Then, on the other hand, Owen is outrageous, like I stated above. He does want to see me with another guy. We were at a friend's house Saturday night, and I'm blushing even now to remember the words flying back and forth.

He wants me to go bra-less out in public. Fine. It happens occasionally, because he likes it. And I don't mind either. But we both know that it is mainly for him.

We'll be having sex at night and he comes out with, "Who's fuckin' you? Who are you thinking about?" Well, gee, I was thinking about you, Owen, but instead, why don't you tell me who's fucking me?

Well, I guess that's just Owen. And I'm only complaining a little. I just wish he'd be a little more adventurous, as he would like me to be. At the rate we're going, he'll get his way, but I'll still be the one nagging him about his hairy balls.

Am I always gonna be the one giving in?


**Disclaimer**
I love Owen.
I'm very happy with him.
He doesn't get angry at me, he just tells me no.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

100 Days

While browsing some other blogs, I came across the idea of 100 Days Of Exercise. I think I may give it a try. I'll keep track here, if anyone is curious. I'm not gonna post my actual weight (there is, after all, a reason for this 100 day fitness kick), but I'll update pounds lost, if there are any. The key, as I understand it, is activity for 30 minutes.

I think this will be hard for me. I'm already very busy with life. I love to cook and I love to eat. Let me clarify, I love to cook when I have the time, and I love to eat, everything. Another hurdle is living in the boonies. There are no parks close, no sidewalks, no street lights. However, it's easy for me to walk 'a country mile'.

On the plus side, I don't watch much television in the evenings. I'm not on the computer all night long. Guess we'll see. I'm not a very motivated person, but this may be exciting, if I can stick to it. I'm kinda lazy too. (Some people have bumper stickers that say 'I'd rather be fishing.' Well, I'd rather be reading, or sleeping.)

I have a lot of exercise videos, that I don't watch. I have a gym membership, that I don't use. I have a punching bag, that is not hung. I do have a frisbee. I do have an energetic first grader. I do have a jump rope. I do have two feet. I have the burning want. Do I have the willpower? What if I quit? If I make it to 100 days, will I be able to keep it going? If I skip a day, will I get discouraged? *Sigh*

Here's my motivational quote for today: One small step at a time.

And in case anyone is wondering, I'm starting tomorrow. I'm real busy today:)

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

To Your Health

This morning on the way to work, I was listening to 89X. That, in itself, is not unusual. I listen every day and try to catch the news if I'm early enough. They talk about all kinds of stuff. Very funny show, and often very informative.

As I was saying, this morning I was tuned in while Dave, Chuck and Lisa were discussing women who believe their partner is cheating on them when they masturbate.

What?!?

Am I one of the women who believe masturbation is cheating? No way!

But as they were discussing it further, other scenarios came out. It's not just sitting at home, watching a porno and whacking off. They debated about cyber sex and paying for porn, which, I agree is different from 'regular' masturbation. In fact, I would be a bit upset about that myself. (You can find tons of free porn online, why pay?)

Now, I'm no stranger to self-pleasure. My husband is no stranger to self-pleasure either. There are probably about four days per month that we do not have sex or masturbate. Mutual masturbation? Even better.

There's no problem if Owen pops a porno in the player. Come on, that's what they're there for. And he's got plenty to choose from. Go do your thing, dude.

I suppose there are just some things that are off limits in a relationship. I don't think masturbation should be one of them. Nor do I know anyone who thinks it should. Masturbation is not evil. It's not shameful. It's normal. It's healthy. It's a stress reliever. And best of all . . . it feels good.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Ready For The Weekend

I'm tired today. It's been a long (four day) week. I'm ready for the weekend to officially begin. I was browsing through some other blogs and came across this meme. I've seen it before, but never answered the questions. I thought there were some rules posted when I saw it before, but from where I stole this, there were none. Here goes...

1. What was I doing 10 years ago?

Ten years ago, I was enjoying my freedom after having graduated from high school in June. I was under the impression that I would take one year off school before attending college. The year was supposed to be a time to relax, but mostly to save up money for school. What a crock! One year turned into seven years, and I'm still not quite there yet. I was already dating my now husband and basically just doing a whole lotta nothin'. I was working though, but not saving money.

2. What are 5 things on my to-do list for today?

-Stay awake through work. This is most important.

-A friend of ours has been storing his snowmobile in our garage, and tonight (finally), he is ready to get it. Owen and I need to load it up into a trailer and deliver it to his house.

-Laundry. Of course. Always laundry. My mother-in-law is coming to pick up petit singe tomorrow to take him to the lake, and I don't want her to have to leap over piles of laundry in the mudroom.

-Call Eldest Brother and find out what time he'll be in town tomorrow, and what time we'll get together at my Dad's bar to catch up and drink beer.

-Lastly, I need to get some freakin' sleep tonight. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day.

3. Snacks I enjoy:

I like chips and yogurt. (Not together.) I like nachos and bananas. (Not together.) I like candy and apples. (Together and not together.)


4. Things I would do if I were a billionaire:

Travel. Have more kids. Build my dream house. (Nothing too extravagant. Wait, it probably would be. I forgot, I'm a billionaire.) I would help my entire family. I'd give money to my friends. Donate to charity. Yeah, can't forget the hot personal trainer I would have, either.


5. Places I have lived:

Well, I lived at home with my Mom and Dad. Then I lived with just my Mom after their divorce. I lived with my Dad and stepmom after my Mom caught me having sex and kicked me out. I lived again with my Mom after that. After high school, I stayed at Owen's house with his family. Then we went back to my Mom's. She kicked me out again after finding something she didn't like. (Sheesh, it was just a bowl.) Owen and I moved into a tiny one bedroom apartment. Then we rented a house. I became enceinte and we moved back in with my Mom. Just after I had the baby, we moved into another apartment, two bedroom, this time. We stayed there almost five years and finally last year we bought a house and moved to the country! That's a lot of moving around in a short time. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

6. Jobs I have had:

I worked at a fast food joint. I worked at a video store. I worked as a package handler. I worked at a home improvement warehouse. I worked some construction jobs. Most of those were part time gigs. The job I have now, at the end of the month, I will have been here ten years. It's in an office ;)

That's it. I hope you all (when I say that, I really mean 'You three who read this...') have a nice weekend!

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The Pig Roast That Was(n't)

For three weeks, my husband and I have been looking forward to a pig roast that was to happen this last weekend. Saturday, we had a wedding to attend. Attending the wedding meant missing two pig roasts that we were invited to on the same day.

That's okay. Bring on the pig scheduled for Sunday!

My friend Kim has a grandson who'll turn three in a couple days. Mon petit singe and the birthday boy are friends. Kim planned to have a party for her grandson earlier in the day and a pig roast later. Perfect. The fact that she was having a pig on Sunday was the only thing that kept me from going to the wedding solo.

Imagine our surprise when we arrived to hot dogs and hamburgers. Now, I love food. All kinds of food. (That may be a small problem for me...) So, of course, I like hamburgers and hot dogs. Who doesn't? They're great birthday party food. But I was really, really looking forward to something else. Oh well, the food was good anyway. The beer and spirits flowed freely. The music was lively. The guests were very entertaining. (What would you expect with all the alcohol?) Overall, we had a wonderful time.

The best part? Personally, my favorite part is always when we get home after a night of socializing and drinking (wink, wink). Aside from that, it's fun to reminisce about a pig roast over six years ago, in the backyard of another bride's father, under starry skies, where a boy and girl declared their love in front of family and friends who toasted to their continued health and fertility.

(Okay, okay, the boy and girl were married at the courthouse several months before the informal reception; the bride was pregnant, big as a house, that night; the groom was shit-faced, wasted keeping up with his new father-in-law and brothers-in-law; but, oh, the food was wonderful.)

And I wouldn't change a thing about that magical, albeit redneck, night.

Yee-Haw, baby!