Hubby does his fair share, and it certainly doesn't make him less of a man, in fact, when I come home from work and he's got the place spotless and our daughter all cleaned up, it's kind of a turn on that he's so thoughtful.
I was raised in northern California where it was soda or coke, but up here in Washington, it's "pop" to pretty much everyone.
Well, my University of Washington Huskies are expecting to win at least 9 games, and possibly challenge USC for the Pac 12 title. God, that sounded so funny, no, we'll try to win the big games, miss out on the good stuff and lord it over WSU in the Apple Cup...
My parents and I had some obvious disagreements, and my father could be quite cruel at times. When I was getting ready to go off to my freshman year in college, my mom asked if I had everything ready and I told her I wanted to buy a few new bras. Dad smirked and said "Do you actually need one yet?" because I wasn't exactly busty. Jeez, thanks, Dad...you asshole.
Hubby's roughly ten years older than me, and I have no problem with it at all. I'll take him anywhere and show him off.
I do love my dessert wines, but a recent power outage led to an impromptu block party at a neighbor's house where vodka and cran was done with the whipped cream vodka? delicious!!! We now keep a bottle chilling in our fridge.
Powerpop!!! jangling guitars, tambourines, 3 or 4 part harmonies and great hooks? I loooove it.
I also listen to:
Classical
Classic rock (oh yeah, Mick's still got it)
Some punk, but mostly the poppier side of it like Green Day.
As a teenager, my brother and I laughed our butts off over the fact that his insurance cost more than mine, but I was waaay more likely to get tickets! I, however, could talk (cry) my way out of tickets well into my 20's. "My father will KILL me if I get a ticket!" I'm still a speed demon today, but only when my daughter's not in the car. Damn it all, I've actually grown up.
Regarding women drivers, the so-called bad women drivers are really just being too cautious. Don't let the car control you, you control the car, girls! Racing women, I like Ashley Force and Muldowney because they EARNED their rides. Danica got her for being "cute" and being willing to pose half naked. Plus, I don't like her snotty attitude, you've had the world handed to you, girl, show a little appreciation. I often wonder if my father had let me race if I'd have done well at it, in various practices, I was always very fast.
Let's see, as a powerpop fan, I've met:
Fountains Of Wayne, here in Seattle, all nice guys.
Matthew Sweet, back in my California days, god I would have soooo done him if he'd been interested.
Bowling For Soup (although I think they were confused by the 40-ish mother who is not typical of their fans)
Squeeze (kinda standoffish, but they all signed autographs)
Teenage Fanclub (some of the nicest guys, ever)
and virtually every member of OK-Go is pleasant, kind and sweet. I saw them starting out and they were very nice, and I saw them after the big hits and they were even nicer. Put Damien Kulash on my celebrity cheat list.
I met Chuck Berry once as he popped into my work and asked directions.
Several Sharks and Canucks players after games, but I envy any girl who got to meet Ray Bourque!
At a film festival, I got to meet Eva Marie Sainte, Tippi Hedren and Janet Leigh and they were all very polite.
Great dorm prank that I pulled quite successfully in school. We had 6 rooms, two girls each on each floor, with a bathroom that had 2 showers and ONE water heater! So if you were one of the last girls in, the odds were you had almost no hot water left. However, we all got along and staggered our times enough that it wasn't too bad. Second semester, new girl shows up and she's in there for 45 minutes to an hour every damned time, and simply killing the hot water, either making us take a colder shower or wait for the heater to warm up more water. I asked a friend who worked at the campus pharmacy for some gelatin capsules, and I filled them carefully with industrial duty yellow food coloring and assembled them. Then another girl and I took the shower heads apart, and put several of them in each shower head, and reassembled the shower heads. Sure enough, little miss snotty britches dives into the shower and prepares to hog it for an hour or so, but gee, in only a few minutes the hot water dissolved the capsules and left her thinking that there was a horrible problem with the plumbing. Her screams echoed throughout the building and we all laughed ourselves silly. By the way, the heavy duty food color tends to stick on your skin for a day or three.
My second favorite prank costs about 25.00 or more, but it's one of the best. When I got my first job in my field, I was making better money than I'd ever had in the past, and I spent the first few paychecks on some nicer clothes, etc. and a few other luxuries, but what I really wanted to do was move into a nicer place. I found a wonderful apartment I could afford, with a very nice landlord who took great care of us. Then, I wanted to throw a housewarming party and go all out, best of food, the best wines and drinks, etc. I checked ahead of time and my landlord said "No problem, just keep the noise to a minimum.". Well, my brother had come up from California to visit and attend the party, and he helped me concoct one of the most evil pranks ever. We took a twenty dollar bill, and glued it into the bottom of my toilet that he had disconnected and dried out carefully. It would just show a bit from the top. Then he put about fifty coats of clear varnish or lacquer over the top of it. He put the toilet back together and got the water flowing again. The night of party, he went to a 99 cent store, and bought about 20 of those blue toilet bowl cleaners and put them in the tank. The water was a lovely navy blue color as a result, but you could see the 20 dollar bill easily enough. We laughed harder and harder with each person that came out of my bathroom with a blue arm and an embarrassed look on their face! When I had a minor plumbing issue about a year later, I apologized to my landlord for the glued in money, but when I explained about the prank, he was laughing too hard to be mad. He said when I moved he'd recommend the prank to whomever moved in after me. When hubby and I bought our house, the guest bathroom was equally set up, and once again, I laughed all night long at our housewarming party.
Lean Cuisine Swedish Meatballs. Small price to pay for teppenyaki the other night.
Mainly second trimester, but ohhhhhh yes.
As I was El Geekoid in my youth, I didn't care, as long as a guy actually paid some attention to me I was happy. (Pathetic, yes) In college I dated both a Hispanic guy and an Asian guy and my folks went insane over it. Both of them treated me nicely, both of them made me happy (at the time) so I just didn't see any big deal. Still don't see it myself. As long as the guy's nice, and frankly, there's assholes of all races, creeds and colors. I will confess to digging Asians as far as girls go, but then, that's just a fantasy (Asians AND Sandra Bullock).
Racism, however, SUCKS. You can't say that "all blacks" or "all whites", because that is just incredibly stupid. I did have some ask me if I was prejudiced towards anyone, and I replied, "Yes, bigoted assholes."
Some of them are pretty enough eye candy, but then I think of how inexperienced they are (no sweetie, just because you got laid a lot doesn't mean you're experienced) and how little we would actually have to say to each other, then I realize how much better the older guys are....
The whole face fucking/gagging thing just....pisses me off. I love pleasing him with my mouth, but the whole ramming it in there until I'm gagging thing shows me a profound lack of respect for me as a partner. I'm sucking it because I truly enjoy pleasing him that way, but he's not controlling or forcing me in any way, which makes it all the more of a turn on for ME! Besides guys, if you're ramming it into her throat, you never know what a gag reflex can do to a girl's mouth, like, say, cause it to clamp shut suddenly?
Ever think of that while you're enjoying your porn of some poor girl getting throat reamed?
Hey now, ALL of my avatar pics have been colorized by ME!
When hubby proposed to me, we had a talk a few days later that lasted for about five hours. We discussed many things, including the fact that he's quite a bit older than me. We made a very solemn vow that we would encourage each other in keeping in the best shape possible for the rest of our lives. Not that we're workout freaks or anything, but we both walk regularly, he does a series of situps and pushups every day and I do a basic aerobics routine every day. We also try to eat as healthy as we can, with the understanding that we're never going to be perfect. Do we slip from time to time? Hell, yes, we do! The trick is the support and love of your partner for me. After the baby, I felt horrible, and looked worse. While we had a few sexual issues, he NEVER once let on that I was less than the hottest, most desirable woman alive. When I cried as I looked at my belly and gigantic ass in the mirror, he was there to tell me he loved me unconditionally. He did, and still would if I hadn't gotten myself back in the shape, but the support gave me the attitude of "If he still loves me when I look like THIS, he's gonna be even MORE turned on when I get back to my best!" With that kind of encouragement, it wasn't that hard to motivate myself.
I think it's a part of a great relationship, that your partner makes you want to be at your best. I also think that some of these relationships where things have soured were never all that strong in the first place, and letting themselves go is just one of many problems, chief among them being a lack of communication.
Teppenyaki!!! We have the most mazing place here in Seattle for it. My little girl just loves watching the cook flip things in the air, but I can imagine her trying it herself with toy food. As long as it's with toy knives and forks....lol
Hubby finds stock illustrations and I color them!
I don't understand it myself, but I agree with the thought that you have to love yourself first to be truly happy. I'd gotten my career in order, gotten my self esteem in order, and my health in order, and I was plenty happy by myself. Some of my friends had gotten married, and a few wondered why I wasn't pushing the issue. I told them that my life was just that, MY life, and it was fine the way it was. Of course, when you're not looking for it, you get hit hard and fast. I was NOT looking when the guy apologized for taking the last of the soy milk at my favorite coffee place, and the sparks fired right up! However, had he never shown up, I'd still be happy with what I've done in my life. However, had I not married, I would have eventually wanted a child, because I feel so...complete as a mother.
I'm all for being nice, but it's really irritating when the first question a guy posts is about how big I like cocks to be. How about searching, and how about not being an obvious ass?
I've gone long periods of not posting in the forums, and not submitting, but it's really a question of time. A small child, a house and a husband (the husband needing the most attention...) and my career keep me pretty damn busy at times. I got a ton of writing in while I was pregnant and a fair amount in while dealing with the first few weeks afterwards, but it's still an iffy thing to find time. Right now we're snowed in, and Hubby's watching a Battlestar Galactica marathon, so I've got time to post.
Snowed in, and Domino's delivers! Yes!!!!
"But all dead soldiers look the same..."
From the Kink's "Some Mother's Son", because no matter what the cause, in war, you are killing someone's child.
This site got me the approval and support I needed to take the other ideas seriously and work on them. Currently, taking Kristi and I Begin to it's final chapters of an actual novel. I've also got half a dozen others rolling along. And a few good n' dirty little bits percolating in my brain.
I'm working on a new story, and it's pretty good, but the setup takes a bit before we get to the sex. How long do you go before the sex in most of your stories?
