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Okay, I have officially started today! Joined the gym yeaterday, had fajitas last night. I am going to blast this sixty pounds even if it means going back to my burlesque diet. Wish me luck!
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shareMy what a mess I am. Was Doing great yesterday, then discovered DH had run over something in our only vehicle. Bent two rims and we need two new tires. When I tried to change the worse of the two with our spare, realized Chevy made it impossible to get the spare off. We don't have the cash for this! Bring on the gummi bears...
It drives me batty when strippers say they are Burlesque dancers. Nothing against strippers, but I spent years in dance classes, thousand$ on costumes, and worked hard to be respected as an actual artist. I have never shown more skin than what a bikini covers, and if someone tried to tip me during a performance I would have ignored them. If you are an exotic dancer, own it. don't try to to mask what your doing by calling it something else. Your still pretty awesome!
The POWM site has me so paranoid. I can't just run in after I workout or throw some sweats on if we need something in the middle of the night. Too many of the pictures come from TX and a few of the people have looked like people we know.
DH and I were married @ JOP, but we are having a ceremony and reception for our third anniversary (he is an only child and he and MIL really wanted to do it up.). The only real parent I had was my grandmother, and she past away nearly ten years ago. So I am planning to wear a ring she gave me (her brother that died in WW2 gave it to her) on my right hand, and I am putting a big bright yellow rose (her favorite) in the middle of my otherwise purple boquet. That way, I will always feel like my grandma walked me down the aisle.
I know it sounds stupid, but I really wish I could Help Catelynn from Teen Mom. I would let her move in with me and get her into college. Everytime I see her home situation, I hurt for her.
I have plans with my MIL this Sunday. I forgot to ask DH to switch his schedule around so he could be home with DS. I called MIL to ask if I should call the sitter, or if she would like DS to come with us, and she told me "Don't sweat it, I am bringing a baby sitter.". FIL decided to come down because he misses DS! They are going to the splashpark and ice cream shop while MIL and I do our outing. DS adores his granpop, and the feeling is mutual. So happy I lucked out with great IL's!
My childish confession: When my son brings home a scholastic books order form from PDO, I always buy him at least two books, because I remember how sad I was when I was the only kid in class that didn't get something on delivery day. I still remember the asshole that sat behind me saying "Your parents don't buy you stuff because they don't love you." Living Vicariously through my son, one 'How Do Dinosaurs..' book at a time.
My idea of heaven would be a warm bubble bath, a never empty Chai creme frappacino, and an unlimited supply of books. Oh yeah.
I had to rehome my beautiful Snowshoe kitty today. She has always been a nervous little thing, and now that my son is a loud two year old, she was a miserable mess. all she did was hide and bite herself. I found her the perfect family with a sweet little 10 year old girl, but I am so sad I wasn't able to keep my home calm enough for her. I will miss you little hot dog. : (
My husband has really bad night terrors because of PTSD. Even on meds he thrashes around and I bear the brunt of most of it. I don't care about the bumps or bruises, but GOOD GOD I need some sleep. I am seriously thinking about getting a seperate bed, and after seeing the lump on my forehead from last night, DH is agreeing. That sucks.
My husband likes to tease me about my Dublin Dr. Pepper addiction (one a day, while DS naps). I got a real kick out of his reaction when I brought him home a case of Mexican Coca Cola. He squeeled, giggled, jumped in place while clapping his hands. Hi pot, This is kettle, you are black! LOL love that silly man!
Yesterday, while little one was napping, DH came in all pouty. I asked him what was wrong and he said he wanted to masturbate, but he was so tense nothing was happening. Joking, I said show me. No wonder nothing was happening, his technique sucked. I had him lay down on the bed and close his eyes, and I knocked him out in five minutes. How the hell does a man get to be 30 and not know how to jack off? On the bright side, he rubbed my back later, so massage for a massage...
Some of the things you women post about your husbands reminds me how incredibly lucky to have my husband. Sure, he drives me nuts most of the times, but he is truly the greatest man I have ever met. I need to thank his parents for raising such a wonderful human being the next time I see them.
I made a deal with DH when we were married. I will never turn him down for sex. However, the level of enthusiasm will mirror the way he is treating me. So if tells me I am beautiful for no reason, and folds the socks, There will wild times. But if he treats me inconsideratly, I will give nothing more than the minimal amount of energy I have to give to honor his requests and get the job done. We have a great relationship, and very rarely have I given just the minimum. Not for everyone, but it works for us. thanks for that tip gramma!
