Last night was the first night for the perfect viewing of the Perseids.
We sat on the rock, overlooking the city. We had never met up there before. With the city glitter below us, we watched as the stars fell. “How many stars will fall tonight?” “Not nearly as many as in your eyes.” The line was cheesy and stupid, but it made me melt, and melt I did, in his arms.
A warm, summer’s night. The hot surface of the rock below us. The stars falling above us. The twinkling of the city lights in the distance.
I was surprised that no cars traveled through the street. It’s a back road, but the traffic is frequent on most summer nights. Not last night. Last night it was all our own. The world was empty except for us and the falling stars.
Tuesday cannot get here fast enough.
Soulagements Sexuels
I don’t really know why, but I feel good lately. Things are going my way, and physically, I feel better. The calm before the storm, I guess. I thought about why I might feel better this week, and that’s when I realised: I haven’t driven or had sex in about a month. Thursday marks the fourth week that I have not driven and today marked one month since I last had sex. Good sex. Sex that resulted in me having ten org… nevermind. 
Driving and sex usually result in me doing something else: Smoking a pack of cigarettes or drinking copious amounts of liquor (normally after sex and not while driving!). I’m also eating less. Cleaning the house more. I feel a little bit more limber. I stopped taking narcotics, somewhat. Don’t get me wrong, if I can get my hands on some, I’ll probably inhale ‘em, but other than that, I fee as though the stress of what was once my life is now gone. Who knew it was sex and being independent that was keeping me from being healthy?
Of course my husband is a different story. He’s irritable and grumpy most of the time. Poor guy has to drive me to school every afternoon and make sure that I have a way home, a trip to the store, and he’s not getting any sexual relief at his own choice since he can’t seem to gather his courage up to do anything since I was hurt. I want to tell him… That penis?…..you think you can hurt me with that?! But I will be nice. I remember the first time I was going to pleasure him and he made the remark for me ‘not to hurt myself’. Um, it’s a penis, not a nuclear warhead. The world won’t end if it goes off. 
Oh man, now my mind is in the gutter, and I have no sexual relief!
Yep. It snowed last night. And this morning. And this afternoon. And this evening.
Icicles on my wind chimes:
A tree fell in the back yard. The snow on the old clothesline poles is an indication of how deep the snow is.
And the doghouse:
The neighborhood cars and my car:
Wires on the ground:
Icicles:
Lost little male guppy:
Water stained tank:
Reflections:
Dancing male guppy:
Needless to say, I had some other adventures tonight, but I’m putting them off. The power has flickered several times, and I’m kind of sore from sitting here and the 10 orgasms I had last night *smiles* We’re trying to break my 22 orgasms in a row, but not having much luck. Still, I’m up to 24 orgasms this year alone, and only had sex three times so far. *blushes*
Saw VI
We got our advanced copy of Saw VI today in the mail. Lionsgate sent it addressed to me. My husband went off the deep end over that, asking if I slept with the director. Of course. That’s how I get anything in life, have sex for it. See? It pays off to blow actors and directors at premiere parties. ;D
Other than being completely “in need” and my husband absolutely not taking the hint, I’m doing fine. Thanks for asking.
Oh, and I’m downloading and burning movies again for my mom. She asked for them, so I feel that I should start it now, when I can be distracted from the web and other things, and actually study for my final.
I can do this. If only I could get a little between now and then… The guy in my class who has a crush on me seems very appealing right about now.
More Shopping
Chloe’s Christmas presents:
Yup, that’s all she’s getting. She’s just been that bad lately. And Santa only keeps score in December. Unless you do something truly bad, and then Santa never forgets.
In other news, my husband and I had our blood tests, and check ups. I’m hoping there’s nothing wrong with him that caused all that weight gain, and he’s just over-eating once again. At any rate, I did some quick medical notes and he’s gained more than a pound a day since October. That’s not good.
Something else that’s not good: I haven’t had sex in over a month. Of course, that’s the whole reason he’s not well. Right?? I need to do something about that.
Before I slink off to relax, because I’m having kidney pains, I got a new head set for my iphone and I need to try it out. I need a victim. Who’s up for being victimised?
Poor Ron. I will traumatise him yet!
Today he came over with some notes for tomorrow’s class. Because we really have to go over this if we want to pass. He kept checking his phone, a BlackBerry, and eventually asked me if I had a charger anywhere that he could borrow. I said sure, in the drawer under my bed there was a cloth bag with an assortment of chargers in it. Just take what he needed and use the outlet there in the bedroom. I then remembered that I store something sensitive in there, and hurried after him. He had the bag out and was poking it. “Something’s moving around in there,” he said and untied the bag. “Ron, wait!” I said.
Right then my husband came home with his father. At the same time, Ron reached into my charger bag and pulled out one of my toys. Not just a good toy, but the Clone-A-Willie; an exact duplicate of my husband’s, well……willie. Ron looked shocked. I grabbed the toy from him. Just then my father-in-law came over to the bedroom doorway. “What’s going on in here?!” he demanded. “Nothing!” I replied and shoved the toy in the desk drawer. “Wut do you got there?! Cigarettes? Did you bring her cigarettes?” he asked Ron, who was in shock and petrified. “No!” I replied.
My husband escorted his father to the kitchen. My father-in-law was making all kinds of suggestions as to what I was hiding: Alcohol, a positive pregnancy test, marijuana. My husband came back to investigate. “What is it?” he asked. I opened the desk drawer and showed him. He grinned. “Yeah dad, she totally smokes that!” he called out to his dad and left the bedroom. I sighed and plugged in Ron’s phone.
“What was that? Do you use that?! You do, don’t you! I can’t believe you do that with that!” Ron said. I rolled my eyes. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m married. Not only do I do that with that, but I also do that with a real one at least three times a week! And I LIKE IT!” I replied. Ron’s eyes widened. “That’s…! You sit next to me!” he protested. “You’ll live,” I replied.
I don’t know what he thought. A married woman with kids, how could she have had penis! I’ve got to stop making friends with virgin men. They’re all … goofy. On the weirder side, Ron didn’t even stay and study. He just couldn’t be in the presence of perverts who touch genitals, and he was in so much of a hurry to get out of here before his own genitals got used, that he left his BlackBerry charging on my dresser. I guess I’ll just have to take it to him in the morning.
I won’t say how far away from 300 comments I am, but I will say this: The person to leave the three-hundredth comment for me by tomorrow morning, 9am Central time, will get 1,500 EC credits. Think about it. That’s over four days worth of dropping on one blog! However, there is a catch. You have to comment before 9am Central. In other words, your comment has to be time-stamped before 9am. I’ll check sometime tomorrow afternoon.
In other news, I was digging through some apps on my phone and I came across the weather app, and guess what? This weekend we’re due for our first snow storm! It’s not even officially winter (yet) and already they’re predicting snow and my Pharm 3 professor said if we even get two flakes worth, he’s going to cancel class. Now that is a teacher I like! Too bad he didn’t cancel class when the weather was too hot or he didn’t give us extra credit for staying awake in class.
I also have some good news. The friend I have from Las Vegas is coming to town this weekend, and he wants me to come and see him. Do I dare go? Of course. *swoons* Best. Times. EVAR. *all smiles*
Jamie aka: The being known as Wonder Girl, 30, mother of four, wife to one, she is a senior biomedicine student who is learning to fit in in the world around her. After nearly three decades on this planet, she still doesn't know where she belongs. Best friend of Matt, sarcastic, spoiled, apathetic, kutie brat, babe. Just your average woman, living in a not-so-average world, surviving by her incredible super power of being able to see right through you while
accomplishing more tasks than you ever thought imaginable. She is the being known as Wonder Girl and she is speaking, I believe. More? Aren't you brave!
