Worries

I don't know how I came to be so blessed with the extra worry genes...but I got more than my fair share of them.  I worry about life, I worry about death, I worry about money, I worry about tragedy, I worry about financial ruin, I worry about being alone.  Worry is my oldest and nearest friend/enemy.  From as far back as I can remember I have always been worried about something.  So, today...nothing has changed.

I am facing a decision to go on a trip within the next week or two.  By nature, I am not a traveler.  I love my home and my home-life and I don't really have that vagabond gene.  Insert worry here.  I don't really want to go, but there are circumstances in my life that are almost forcing my hand.  I hate that feeling.  Regardless, if I do end up traveling, I will have an amazing trip.  There is always a great sense of accomplishment when I travel like I do.  That feeling of the open road...it truly is a road trip of 2300 miles and I make it every 6 weeks, give or take.  But for some reason, I am not looking forward to this next one.  I miss Elvis and Peanut like crazy when I'm gone, and it doesn't feel right to be away for a week with no contact with them. 

Anyways, I wonder if I will end up going or not.  I told Elvis I would like a night to sleep on it.  I was secretly hoping that if I blogged about it, that something would come out of my post that would direct me either way.  So far...nada.  (poop!)

Other than the worry, today was non eventful.  I sold two books and really got happy about that.  It feels like that part of my business is taking off, and it rightly should.  I have put a lot of time and energy into that lately and it's great to see results. 

Elvis and I went to the gym this evening when he got home.  I was excited to go because I started back on my Couch to 5K program again.  I always use this program when I have taken a break from running to help me get my endurance built back up.  So I am on Week One, Day Two.  Just an easy breezy 30 minute workout.  But man!  Could I feel it!  We walked into the gym and I was pissed to see this young buff kid in there pumping his muscles.  I hate to be faced with a situation like this because Elvis is very threatened by younger men.  (did I mention he is 20 years older than me?)  Not that I think of him as an old man, but he definitely has issues with younger men around me.  So I tried my hardest to ignore this kid while he ran around the gym doing his exercises.  So far, Elvis hasn't mentioned him again, but I have a feeling he will at some point.  He did ask me if I was going to love him forever and always be good to him tonight, though.  I figured this was due to the kid at the gym.  The thing is, (and if Elvis would believe me when I tell him this) that little kid couldn't turn my head if he tried.  I always tell Elvis, that if him and I weren't together, that I would still be with an older man.  They are my type.  I was seeing a 35 year old man when I was 17 so that sort of cut my teeth early.  ;)  I have never seen age as a hindrance when dating.  We had a laugh the other day when Elvis was telling me a story about something that happened in the year 1980, and he talked about what he was doing that year and where he was living.  I said something about how I would still have been living in Indiana, and he busted out laughing when he did the math and we realized I would have been 3 years old.  It sounds weird when you say it like that....like he was 20 years old when I was born.  But after 25...age is irrelevant in my opinion.  So anyways, back to the gym...I hope he relaxes in my love and realizes that no amount of 20 year olds could turn my head.  I love him with all of my heart and don't ever plan to change that.  He just needs to believe me.

I need to go and call my Mom 2 so have a good evening.  Ta ta.  :)

Fishing - Revealed

I know I post about fishing a lot.  A.  Lot.  But its one of my favorite things to do ever. Of all time.  So we go every week.  Just about.  Sometimes twice.  So I wanted to share some pictures of where we go, what we do, and how we do it.

This is my interpretation of our fishing excursions...in photo.  :)

Our Private Retreat

This is the rest of it.

Worms :)

Sneaky visitor.

Curious

Thirsty visitors.

Elvis doing what he does best.

Tomboy.

Success.

Pretty.

Keeping score:   Priscilla-11, Elvis-7

Yeah, yeah.

So I didn't post yesterday, and it feels weird.  I was...shall I say, emotionally disrupted last evening.  After a shit storm of an argument, I was exhausted.  I'm not going to get into it here, as there is a slight risk that I might come away affected by the rehash, so lets just say Elvis and I worked through it (Marriage is HARD WORK, ya'll!!) and came out on the other side just fine. 

Today was fun fun fun!  I found lots of good books at a local Goodwill, and have my work cut out for me for the next few days.  I am so happy to get out and go do stuff.  I mean, who knew shopping was so much work?!  ;)

I wanted to write a little bit more this evening about a different subject, but I'm feeling good about my mood right now, and I don't want to alter that in any way b writing something heavy.  So I am going to end on a happy and upbeat note and wish everyone a Happy Friday tomorrow.  :)

Good night, Moon.

I went to Tulsa today!

Very very unlike my neck of the woods.  But a fun excursion.  :)  I can't tell you how many times my damn Garmin had to tell me "recalculating" because I had missed some exit or another...but hey...that's what she gets paid for.  So yeah...a fun day in the city filled with literary pleasures and general city bustles.  Loved it.

There was a minor moment of drama between Elvis and myself, but it was such a nothing that I won't even mention it here.  It really was a nothing.  One of those trivial spats between couples that never matter in five minutes time.  It was one of those. 

Now on to the important topic of the day:  Casey Anthony is found NOT GUILTY!!!!!!  Should I say that again, because I don't think it was shocking enough the first time...  <<<NOT GUILTY>>>
Really?  Wow.  Hmmm.  I, along with the rest of America, am stunned!  I think she did it.  I'm pretty sure she killed her baby.  Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuttttttttttttttttt....the prosecution did not prove it.  Case closed.  Because if they had proven it...right-o, you know where I'm headed.  I did tear up when they read the not guilty verdict.  There was something so incredibly human and raw in Casey's sharp intake of breath...like she was trying to get air...and the crumbling of her composure as she tried to maintain the court's rules and not cry out.  It was moving.  And I love Jose Baez.  He is a true gentleman, and was incredibly gracious in the after comments to the press.  He gave accolades to the prosecution team (even though Linda Drane-Burdick wouldn't even shake his hand after the court was recessed...I saw that, Linda, and you lost a lot of my respect for that racial snub), and the few words that he spoke in Spanish to his mother were incredibly touching.  I have always said that I felt that he was the more gracious attorney versus Jeff Ashton the arrogant prick.  And in case I seem over informed on the case...I AM!  I have lived, eaten, dreamed, breathed this case for 6 weeks now.  I have mixed feelings on the outcome, but I do believe in our justice system.  Lord knows, if I were innocent and being tried by a jury of my peers, I would seek the same outcome.  Let freedom ring.

Happy Independance Day**

**Alternate Title:  No-firework-ordinance-towns suck eggs.  Not as catchy but equally applicable.  :)

This is a definite first for me.  I am used to spending my Fourths of July having BBQ's, swimming, spending time with family and friends...etc.  And at the end of the day, we pile into pickups with plenty of blankets and bag chairs and head to the designated spot for the city's fireworks display.  That is NOT how it is done here.  In this town of population 2500.  Here, they allow you to put on your OWN fireworks display.  From the sounds of the sirens that screamed up and down the streets this evening, they have no problem with rampant brush fires and children on fire.  So lots of neighbors are the pyro-technicians this evening.  Elvis and I grabbed our lawn chairs and sat out in the yard to watch.  I have to admit it was awesome to be so up close and personal.  Until the dud from next door whizzed inches over our heads.  That was scary fun.  I thought that the festivities would dry up around 10 or so.  Naw...still going strong.  I don't really have a problem with these party people, but my small 10 pound dog has a HUGE problem with it.  She has been shaking/trembling/convulsing/ for the last 3 hours.  Poor baby.  That and its a school night so we all have to work tomorrow.  (I think I just officially turned into my mother!!!)

Speaking of Mom, I ran across a card she sent me today.  I was in the process of organizing my office (a never-ending, ongoing project) and I found this card.  It was a basic encouragement card...something about things could be worse...you could be allergic to shopping...or something equally as cute.  But the note inside KILLED me dead.  She was writing this note from her hospital room.  She was preparing for gazillion-eth round of chemo....and she is sending ME encouragement notes.  Oh, how I miss this woman.  Her eternal sunshine and the love she had for her children.  I am blessed to be one of hers.  I read parts of it to Elvis (all the while alternating bawling and laughing...he must think I'm nuts) but he reminded me again of what a great person she was...IS...and how proud she must have been of me.  (she was so proud)  I don't have moments like that much anymore, but I still choke up when I try to talk about her.  I love my Mom and miss her every day.

We got up sooooo freakin early this morning.  Went fishing (do you notice a theme here?  Yeah...we fish A. LOT.) and Elvis caught the hugest bass I have ever seen.  Even bigger than the last one I wrote about!  Serious.  So that was fun, but with my monthly visitor looming, I was less than good company.  No arguments...just a little less cheery than usual. 

Came back home and lounged around the house...not really doing much at all, until this afternoon, in which we had the most stellar sex!  Knock the pics off the walls, sex.  I love our chemistry.

We are now in bed trying to console our peanut and remind her that Independence Day will soon be over and the dreaded fireworks will not reappear for one year.  Poor baby.

Happy Fourth of July!!!

Euphoria

Do you ever stop...right in the middle of your life...and think to yourself "MAN...I have got it MADE!"  I did that tonight.  I was talking to my second Mom on the phone, and it occurred to me that somewhere in the future (distant or not) that I wouldn't be able to talk to her every night before I go to bed.  That I won't be sitting in this house...this home that I have created for me and my love...that this moment will not always be as it is now.  I just had a huge wave of thankfulness pour over me, for I am blessed.  Very blessed. 

I really want to focus on the good in my life.  I don't know why that is so hard to do.  I have a great life.  But I have so many trust issues that rob me of my happiness.  But back to my mantra:  Don't worry...be happy. :)  So that's what I am going to try to do.  I am about to be visited by my monthly guest, so we'll see if this attitude can hold up through the PMS fog.  I really hope it does, because I'm tired of being sad.  I am so over that. 

So lets see.  Today was a weird day.  Because of the heat (ten straight days with no rain and over 100 degrees daily) we decided to grill out in the morning.  So at 8:3o this morning, Elvis was out there with his grill mitts on, grilling up a feast worthy of the gods!!!  This mad is a genius with the grill.  And not the pansy-ass propane grill either.  The first time I told him that this was the way I grilled...he laughed me out the door. 

"Seriously babe...only wimps grill with propane" (he said it like it was a curse word)

Well...excuse me.  But he showed me.  Briquettes and fire, apparently, are what the ancients used to grill their ambrosia.  Seriously.  So he was out there grilling while I ran around with the hose and prepared my beautiful flowers for another harsh day of brutal sun.  And brutal it was, but we didn't care as we were holed up inside with BBQ to eat and the Casey Anthony trial to watch.  (which is a whole other chapter, that we won't get into here)

We didn't go anywhere except down to the gas station for some smokes, and that was fine by me.  I love my home and love spending time in it.  I think I must get that from my Mom.  She was a homebody also, and didn't like to travel too far.

And laundry.  I did laundry all day. I hate laundry because its never done.  Ever.  I do this crazy thing where I will try to get completely caught up.  I'll strip down naked, and make Elvis do the same so that I can wash our current dirties, and even that doesn't work because then we are working on dirtying the next batch.  Its almost to the point where I'm washing the towels before we even use them.  I'm silly.  And laundry. Can. Seriously. Bite. Me.

Other than that, this day was calm and uneventful.  I didn't finish organizing the office, but maybe I'll do that tomorrow.  (says the girl with the serious procrastination issues, lol)

Whatever.  So that was today.  :)  And tomorrow...I will catch fish.  Wait on the pictures.  I'm serious.

Long Overdue.

I just wanted to post some pictures of the HUGE birthday celebration that we had for my lover.  This is my way of marking it as history(my history) so I am going to try to update on a regular basis.

Don't you love the John Wayne picture??  I do.  In love with it.  It was in this random furniture store a couple of towns over, and it is a hand-drawn pencil sketch of the Duke.  Amazing.

Today was pretty great.  We did get up early to go fishing.  I did not catch a single fish. but I also wasn't in the mood to apply myself either.  I laid down in the boat while Elvis caught all the fish.  I was so freaking tired for some reason.  We came home...showered...and right back to bed we went.  I love doing that. :)

Elvis put together my lateral filing cabinet today too (God, I love him) so I spent the evening organizing and filing.  I love doing that kind of thing...I really do get a kick out of it.  I have more to do tomorrow, as far as getting my office whipped into shape.  Hell, I might even post pictures of it when I'm done.  (don't hold your breath)

I am bone tired and am looking forward to my dreams so I will sign off.  Night.

Compassion

So I am going to place (or attempt to, anyway) a video on this page for your viewing pleasure.  It occurred to me the other day that this blog is 100% for ME and as such, I want to make myself little reminders of things I liked in 2011 and songs that inspired me.  I was watching TV the other day and a commercial came on for Korean Air...the song they were playing was divine!  I had to know who sang it and also hear the rest of the song.  Well, after a 2 second Google search, I found that it is sung by the group "Luna Seeds" and the common name for the song is "Compassion."  It is also called "Breathe to This".  Awesome song.  It strikes such a chord with me (a very mellow, relaxing chord...you'll understand what I mean when you listen to it) especially the part that goes:

"Be gentle with yourself...when you're falling down."

I could only dream of having that much self love.  Most days I hate myself and don't blame others for doing the same.  I guess its love/hate, as with anything else.  Can you imagine the relief of just being able to take care of yourself.  Gently.  Even if you're in the middle of fucking up every single thing you touch?  Ahhhhhhh.

So I can find  inspiration anywhere...even in a commercial.  :)  (don't get me started on one of my favorite songs of all time which I heard on an automobile advert.  I'll post the video for it too, just to annoy Elvis who about DIED when he saw that I had downloaded it to my iPod and listened to it regularly.)

Enjoy!

Yes...this song by "Black Sheep" is currently under my Fave list on the iPod.  That wasn't a joke.  :D

So we went fishing this evening.  Elvis caught the biggest Bass I have ever seen up that close!  For real, ya'll!!  I was so shit-tickled that I was literally shaking trying to take a picture.  He was so damn proud of himself, and I was too, dammit!  We have fished this spot for about 3 weeks now, and neither of us has seen such a big fish.  He threw him back...mostly because he didn't want to come home and clean him. ("clean" is a nice way of saying MURDER AND GUT HIM)

I am still trying to come to grips with that part of fishing.  I've gotten fairly good at baiting my own hook with a live worm, but sometimes I still secretly thank them for sacrificing themselves so I can catch a nice fish.  I really don't like to think about if they can feel pain or panic or any of that.  If I think on that long enough, I'd end up fishing with those fake worms for the rest of my life! (which is no fun as the fish seem to be on to that game and don't bite)

I am going to shut this post down but in the footnotes, let me sneak in that I had amazing sex, not once...but TWO times in two day!  Jealous much?!   :)

Nighty-night.

Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!

I'm so pisssed off I don't even want to blog.  It was supposed to be an awesome post about birthday boy's birthday and all of the special things I did for him today (complete with pictures) but apparently we can't go two fucking days around here without an argument.  So.  There you have it.



I need a vacation.

Birthday Boy

Sooooooo...Elvis has a birthday tomorrow!!!  Birthdays are a HUGE deal in my house. Actually, any holiday is a huge deal in my house.  I get this from my Mom, she always celebrated everything to the nines.  To the tens, even.  So she has definitely passed this dominant trait on to me.  I have spent the day (to be honest, I've spent the last few months) preparing for the festivities.  Presents are wrapped.  Cake is not baked but bought.  House is decorated.  And. I. Am. So. Egg. Cited!!!!  I can hardly stand it.  I love Elvis's birthday like I love my own.  And not to go all mushy on you, but seriously...I get to celebrate the birth of my soulmate tomorrow.  That is pretty unique and pretty freakin' awesome.  :)

My day...lets see...I got up this morning and went to the gym.  Same ol', same ol'.  Except TODAY.....it raaaaiiiiinnnneeedd (that's rained for you slowpokes...me included)  So how about that, huh?  Rain.  I was ecstatic!  My poor poor plants and flowers are tired of hose water.  They want some ion-infused rain.  And today they got it.  Sorta.  It didn't even register in the rain gauge, but that's okay, we'll take it. 

After the gym, my day just sort of slipped away.  Minute by minute.  I watched some trial coverage today.  I imported this blog to my other email.  I piddled around and didn't do much.  Elvis came home for lunch and we talked and laughed.  There was a distinct moment when he said something as he was hugging me.  I can't even remember what it was, but I remember it brought up my evil green-headed jealousy monster.  I just looked up at the ceiling and thought "Naw...not today".  And that was that.  No fighting.  No huge ordeal.  Just thought in...thought right back out.  That really felt good too.  I hate arguing and especially with Elvis.  It is so emotionally draining when you love someone so much to have tension and fighting.  I hate it.  Anyways...no arguing so Yay!
I spent the afternoon doing laundry and other mundane household chores, and really didn't feel like doing anything or going anywhere.  Sort of in preparation for tomorrow in which I will be running around like a chicken with her head cut off trying to get ready for the Birthday Boy! 

Cheers to birthdays and cheers again for celebrating life and love.  :)

Edit to yesterday's post:

I got laid last night.  :)  Yep.  Two times in two days and it was AWESOME! 

On to today...It was a 6-7 on a scale of 1-10.  Elvis asked me to rate my day and that was what I told him.  I had a fantastic morning...went to the gym, worked out for over an hour, got my sit-ups in and my arms.  Whew I was pooped by the time i finished at 9:30.  This woman whom I have seen at the gym before came over and introduced herself today.  Then she invited me to church.  I think it was a sign.  I have been trying to talk Elvis into going to church with me, but so far no duece.  Whatev...but I would like to go...I think it would help with my iss-see-yous.  And they are MANY, my friend.

Elvis came home for lunch and thats when chaos ensued.  I asked if that bee-otch had communicated with him today.  He assured me she hadn't but, get this:  I didn't believe him.  Something about the way he said it, and then the way he tore into his food right after.  But see?  That is a classic example of how I assume my Dad's position in the interrogation process.  (I told you my relationship with my Dad was complicated...you have no idea)  So after this conversation with Elvis, I was just sitting there thinking to myself "ABORT...ABORT...ABORT..."  But I couldn't.  I was in that stinkin poison mindset again and couldn't shake it loose.  Elvis got up to "leave the building" haha (I've been dying to use that one) and go back to work, and I surprised myself by being angry with him.  Angry for so many reasons.  For making me think these crazy jealous thoughts.  For leaving me for 8 long hours every day to just occupy myself.  For not being trustworthy.  And the thing is, most of these reasons are MY problems...not his.  I need to learn how to trust him again.  And lets face it...i am not going to be able to control every situation 100% of the time in our future (but lets not dwell on that as its causing me to shoot full force into a panic attack) so this is a good exercise for me in letting go.  And the thing is...if I didn't think I would be able to trust him again, I shouldn't have let him back into my life.  I made that conscious decision and I have to make myself move forward.  I just know that there is empowerment out there waiting on me.  My self-esteem has taken a huge blow, but I remember what it feels like to love myself.  Not in the conceited arrogant way either.  The healthy way when you don't cringe to see your reflection in the mirror and you actually feel sexy.  That kind.  I'm willing to bet if I let some of this old baggage go...let go of these trust issues...I would feel more like my old self.  The one that couldn't give a shit if you rolled me over in a tractor, cuz I knew I'd be getting up right after and moving on.  I miss that girl.  I want her back.

So in conclusion, today was a rough day.  Not totally shit, but rough.  I am really working on getting control of my thoughts and not letting them control me. 
There is a whole almost chapter dedicated to this in my book I am still reading "Eat, Pray, Love" and I will insert a quote of my favorite part:
"On first glance this seems a nearly impossible task.  Control your thoughts?  Instead of the other way around? But imagine if you could? This is not about repression or denial.  Repression and denial set up elaborate games to pretend that negative thoughts and feelings are not occurring. What Richard is talking about (I love Richard) is instead admitting to the existence of negative thoughts, understanding where they came from, and why they arrived, and then--with great forgiveness and fortitude--dismissing them......So I've started being vigilant about watching my thoughts all day, and monitoring them. I repeat this vow about 700 times a day (sounds like me): "I will not harbor unhealthy thoughts anymore."
This woman is brilliant.  And she must have spent a large amount of time inside my head to have nailed it so well.  So there you have it.  My work is definitely cut out for me.
Did I mention how good the sex was last night?  :)

Lazy Sunday

So today was AWESOME!  In every single sense of the word (except I didn't get laid today, but I did yesterday so its all good).  I had a better peaceful feeling and I actively worked on pushing away negative thoughts.  I have been reading that book "Eat, Pray, Love" and there are some amazing lessons to be learned in those pages.  I don't buy into all of the chanting/yoga/meditation stuff in the "Pray" part of the book, but there were words of wisdom for me as far as dispelling bad thoughts and negative broodings.  Such as:

"Stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be."  (that is classic and something I should have tattooed on my forehead.   Also:

"You should never give yourself the chance to fall apart, because when you do...it becomes a tendency and it happens over and over again.  Practice staying strong instead. " 

Ugh!  That last one kills me.  So I tried it today.  Elvis and I were laying in bad today having a little nap, and we started talking about my dad.  I had a dream last night that my Dad was dead, and I woke up with my heart pounding and I was surprisingly alarmed by this.  I love my Dad, but man...is our relationship complicated.  Like I told Elvis, I never expected my Dad's passing to impact me the way my Mom's has.  When my Mom died, I went crazy.  Literally.  I smoked, drank, hung out with people who didn't help these tendencies.  Oh...and I finally got out of the horrible marriage I was daily dying in.  But I always assumed when my Dad dies, it will be noted.  Perhaps be a little sad.  But not life changing like my Mom's death.  After I had that dream, I wasn't so sure.  As I laid in bed thinking about this dream and trying to calm myself down, I began to feel guilty for not sending my Dad a Father's Day card.  Elvis asked me if I was going to, and I just said "Nah".  I got that impression that Elvis would have liked it better if I had.  And now I wish I had also.  Is it too late for that?  Maybe I could find a Father's Day card on the clearance rack at Walmart, huh?  I'm totally joking.  But I do regret not sending one now.  I love my Dad.  I wish we were closer.  But it goes back to that saying about your replacing your wishbone with your backbone.  Duly noted.  I haven't formed a concrete plan as to what to do about my relationship with Dad, but I definitely want to work on it.  And I promise to actively do just that.  Not just sit back and procrastinate as usual.  I promise.

The rest of my day was blissfully uneventful.  We planted the moon flowers today.  They are gorgeous!  I will post pictures later of what they look like in the ground.  All of my flowers are so healthy, and its a testament to my husbands green thumbs and my yellow-ish ones. Lol. 
After we did that, I came inside and showered, and we made a little lunch, and then I passed OUT!  We took a little nap for roughly 2.5 hours (weekends are amazing for catching up on sleep!) and then we got up and made our trek to Wally World for BBQ fixins.  My amazing husband, Elvis, then commenced to laying out for me the best, most tasty, most perfectly roasted BBQ feast you have ever seen, or eaten.  Awesome.  My guts are still tore up from the food fest.  And Elvis is adored.
After I cleaned up the kitchen, we have just sat around this evening, watching TV and just sharing companionship and affection.  I love our weekends.  They sustain me through my lonely weeks without him. 

I definitely have misgivings with sending him off to work tomorrow, but I want to just not even go there in my head (aka, crazytown).  So I won't even blog about it right now.  I love him and I have to trust that he loves me and will never do me wrong.  The end.

I love the cathartic feelings I get from this blog.  It feels great to dispel all of the poison from my mind onto these pages and then hit "publish" ,get up, and walk away from it all.  I only wish it were that easy to walk away from my thoughts.

Anyways...piss off if you don't like what you read.  I didn't want you here in the first place.  Don't you know a diary is private?!  :)

Fuck off!

So this day was crap.  Not all crap because I did get laid, but that was shortlived as we argued immediately after.  I wish I knew what was wrong with me...why I feel so jealous and possessive all of the time.  Anyways so here goes:
We got up this morning and had a great time loading up the car and getting ready to go fishing.  We stopped at the gas station to get a bag of ice and morning coffee...yay for coffee.
We made it to the pond at about 7:00 and the fishing was ON!  We were fishing for about an hour when I started to feel like I was aggravating him.  From there the mood took a serious down turn.  I clammed up and quit talking, and I even went so far as to quit fishing! (wtf?!  I know)  I just felt so despondent at the fact that here we were in another "spat" with no better reason than hurt feelings.  That pretty much screwed the fishing trip...which sucked, because we both love fishing so much.
After that, we came home and just really lazed around the house for a couple of hours.  We finally had a major discussion (no arguing, for once and just talking) and with much reassurance and plenty of make up kisses, we moved on with our day productively. 
We ended up STARVING (as neither of us had eaten yet, we both go on hunger strikes when we have issues) so we drove to Chandler to get chinese.  We pulled into the only chinese restaurant in town (called "The China Restaurant"...how hilarious is that?) and placed our order.  Our eyes were totally bigger than our stomachs because we ordered waaaaay too much food.  Anyways, on our way back home, we stopped off at Sonic so Elvis (thats my husband and that is NOT his real name, but it is what he would like for you to call him) anyways so Elvis wanted to stop off at Sonic and get his favorite Sprite-with-Watermelon-flavor.  I got a double-stuffed oreo blast.  Side note...do you know how many calories is in one of those bitches???!!!  1060!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Ridiculous.  That shouldn't even be legal.  And yet it is.  Had I known that, I would have fasted these four days. 
ANYWAYS...so after we ate, we came back to bed to cuddle for a few minutes while Elvis enjoyed his weekend nap.  Turns out, I could use a nap as well, so we napped for a couple of hours.  We both woke up hungry (go figure, that's Chinese for ya) so we dug into our leftovers again.  After that we went back outside and watered all of our many many many many many many flowers.  (we have many of them)  They looked pretty freakin' puny after not being watered since Thursday.  What a load of work these flowers have turned out to be.  After that, we came back inside and I called my Mom (who isn't my real Mom, but she most certainly has mothered me since mine own sweet mom has died...NO ONE could replace that woman, but I do enjoy the Mother-Daughter relationship I share with this awesome lady)  Yeah, so made my daily call to her and whilst I was engaged in conversation with her, my ever so attentive husband, plopped down on the outside step beside me and I commenced to rubbing his leg...which lead to rubbing his cock...which led to ending the phone conversation to my mom...which led to venery in the bedroom, shortly thereafter.  Yay for fucking.
The shitty thing was, almost as soon as the afterglow started, I opened my HUGE mouth and started in again with my issues.  (REALLY??  As if this household hasn't heard enough of these same issues in the past 3 months to last a LIFETIME!!)  Yeah.  I did.  So we ended up "almost fighting" again.  A-freakin-gain.  Ahhhhhhh!!!!  But we got past it and are now laying quite peacefully in the bed side by side with nary an issue in sight.  Phew.  I am so ready to put my crazy head to rest.
Is that enough for one day?  Was that TMI?  If so, fuck off...no one invited you here.  Also, Elvis said the funniest thing tonight:  I seriously laugh my ass off at this guy just about daily and the shit he says- but today, he was unpacking the chinese food feast, he didn't see my hot n sour soup.  He goes, lmao, "I'm gonna tell that chinese lady she better get her pagoda bike and meet me at the big curve in Davenport with my baby's soup."  My god, I thought I was gonna die laughing.  It doesn't help that I did my crunches at the gym yesterday, so every time he cracks me up, I am in utter agony with the laughing.  But that's okay, I would much rather ache and be happy.  :)

Ta-ta.