Bang Your Head!!!

Bang your head, metal health will drive you mad! Or something like that. Quiet Riot, oh I miss the 80's.

Well, not sure how much time I will get on a computer over the next week. The home computer is slower then mud in January in Wisconsin plus I have alot more typos on that keyboard. So if I don't pop in on your blog or you pop in here to check in, Happy Holidays or Not if you don't do that kind of stuff. Just wishing you Peace, Joy and Love, lots of Love if you live in the freaking artic like I do. ;)

The Bangathon begins next week and will I be with my husband, no. I will in the northwoods Tuesday, Wednesday and coming home Thursday. Ovulation day is scheduled per FF for Friday but fertile days are Tuesday to Friday. Just my freaking luck. So I will be jumping him Thursday night and Friday night and hopefully Saturday night too if we can sneak away from that goofy party.

Well that is about all I have for you. I am sure Dopey and the Bimbo will do something to piss me off. So wait for updates on that fun stuff.

Happy Whatever, Vacation if you are taking it, I sure the heck am. WOOO HOOOO!!!!!

I get my boy for Christmas!!!!

Yeah!!!! Had to talk via conference call with Dopey and the Court Commissioner for a minor mediation to set up the Christmas visit. Well Dopey tried to make it like I was at fault, too late asswipe, I already told the guy the day before what an ass you are.

So anyway, Dopey gets on the phone sounding all pathetic and tells only parts of how the phone call went on Sunday night. Then I get my chance and inform the CC that I was willing to do either later on Christmas Eve day or else Christmas Day.

So then Dopey is like, "Oh Christmas Day would work." Like he even tried to talk to me about an alternative to his original proposal.
So I say, "How about 11:00 Christmas Day?"
Dopey, "I have to check", lots of background noise while he gets the Bimbo to wipe his ass for him and make the decision.
Dopey, "11:00 doesn't work how about 2:00?"
Me, "That is fine with me."

So then I also state that I will be passing through his town on Thursday and would be willing to stop and pick up Alex there to save him a drive. Oh he is all bubbles and sugar plums on the phone with the CC there. Not the normal asshole that I get stuck talking to. I suppose somehow in either Dopey or the Bimbo's twisted how can we fuck up Shanna's life, brains they think that they somehow are screwing up my life with this. Little do they know how stupid Dopey sounded on the phone because I am sure he had a hissy fit to the CC yesterday about me and then when I am offering up the kid for just later that same day and then don't want to take him until the next day.

Oh and Dopey has to put in that "I was supposed to have Alex for Thanksgiving but that didn't happen and it wasn't my fault", yeah not showing up on time or calling is not your fault, apparently I am supposed to sit and wait for hours for him to decide when it is important enough to put down the beer or get out of bed and see his first born child. I was just waiting for him to start freaking crying he was acting so pathetic. As if he gives a rats ass about Alex.

So I get my boy for Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. I win, woo hooo!!!!!!

So yeah, we will have a Merry Christmas even though mom and dad won't be here.

Ok, you have to check out this website that I tripped over yesterday. I was laughing so freaking hard at the little videos that they have for the songs. www.rathergood.com

They are awesome, at least I think so and the videos are a hoot. Found this to smile about yesterday and now have even more to smile about!!! Yeah!

Merry Dopey Christmas

Yea, once again, Dopey and the Bimbo strike. Ok, recap for those who don't know my life story. Dopey aka Alex's Dad, Bimbo, aka Dopey's wife.

Well, we knew it was coming, we just didn't know when. He called last night about actually seeing his son over Christmas break. On Friday I had received a letter from the Child Support Agency informing me that once again, Dopey was terminated from his job. So when he called last night he says that the Bimbo was going to have to meet me to pick up Alex. I, knowing full well he is unemployed, asked him why.

Dopey, "I have to work"
Me, "Um, ok"

So I ask when did he want to meet to pick up Alex.

Dopey, "OH, I have to ask the Bimbo"(he does not call her that by the way)

So a bunch of background noise, mostly her yelling at the 2 kids they have between them. Then he gets back on the phone.

Dopey, "10:00 on Saturday" (Christmas Eve Day)

I say, "that really doesn't work for us. So we don't get Alex at all over Christmas because you didn't show up to pick him up on Thanksgiving Day?

Dopey,"Well you couldn't wait another 15 fucking minutes?"

Me, "We waited 45 minutes, how much longer was I supposed to sit in the 20 mile an hour wind and 5 degree weather waiting for you?"

Dopey, "I am sick of this shit with you, That is it, I am going to do something about this."

Me, "Bring it on" Click, hung up on the bastard.

So then the fear and guilt that maybe this time he will actually follow through on his threats and what is he going to use against me to take my son away from me? He is one of those people that never does what he is supposed to, hence not paying child support unless he feels like it, has never once helped with any of the medical, dental or school costs associated with his son. Never got arrested in the 3, yes 3 fucking years that the Child Support Agency had a warrant out for his arrest for not paying his child support. So my hope of if we actually went to court that he would get away with everything, I would be short one child, oh if we count those babies I lost, 4 children then.
How would he take that information regarding that court case against that creepo and use it against me?

Why do people like that never get what they deserve but people like me, have a job, have supported, cared, loved, spoiled my son for 12 years get screwed by the system? I am so terrified right now that he will end up with my baby and the last time they did see him, 2 years ago now, they treated him like crap and he ended up calling my mom to come get him.

So I made some calls myself this morning.
I called the attorney who married me and Steve. He is a local attorney, up north. Waiting for his call back.
Called the Child Support Agent who had sent me the note about Dopey getting fired. Called the Court Commissioner about setting up a mediation. He will be sending Dopey a letter asking him to meet to have a FREE mediation session to establish, in a court document, some set times and dates for Dopey to have Alex and I am also going to be requesting that the pick up and drop off locations be set in stone as well. None of this bullshit that I have to drive the 6 hours up there to accomadate that asshole anymore.

So the guilt that Dopey and the Bimbo have some dirt on me from possibly my wilder days living in Park Falls. Alex was never left home alone, like they have done to him. Never went hungry, never neglected, never abused. So really, do I have something to worry about? I am so scared and this is not what I needed this week. I was supposed to get shit done at work and now I have to deal with this crap.

I...HATE...HIM!

What are the thoughts on Christmas cookies with ExLax? I know, I am just dreaming I had the balls to do something more drastic. I do know a guy though........

I guess we wait and see if the Dopinator calls back tonight or if he replies to the Court Commissioner guy. Otherwise I am going to ignore the bastard and make him call from his actual phone and have it show on my caller id and not answering any calling card calls.

If anyone in Blogland can help me in this matter, advice, experience with your own shit situation, any ideas of what I should do from here I would be most appreciative. I know that unless there is a judge who Dopey holds something over or is incredibly drunk that there is no way in the hottest hubs of hell Dopey and the Bimbo would get my baby away from me, but do you all understand that nagging thought at the back of your mind that says, they know something about me that I don't even remember myself that they will use to get my baby away from me.

TERROR, GUILT, SELF DOUBT IN MY PARENTING ABILITY

Ok, Scared shitless. Yes. I don't want my baby to be taken away. He is the best kid in the world and is funny, sweet, intelligent, caring, loving. None of these things his father knows. The last time they saw him he was 10, he is now 12.

Is 2005 over yet?

When will this horrible year end? I was so hoping that this month would be the month. Let's review what the signs pointing towards a good outcome were, shall we?
1. Per FF ovulation day was to be the 12/2/05.
Importance of this date?
Anyone?
Yes? You in the back row?
The one year anniversary of the birth/death of my first baby.
Very astute. You get an extra point for attention to detail.

2. It was out third official month of trying.
Significance?
Yes, back row again.
It only took 3 months to get pregnant the last time.
Very good.

3. I FUCKING wanted to get pregnant, no doubts at all and even Steve was on board with this.

4. CHRISTMAS? It was all I asked for from Santa and the fat bastard failed me again. Just like all those "retarded" dolls I recieved over the years for Christmas gifts from him.
Yes, let's look back on Christmas 1976, Baby Alive, the doll that you could feed and she then would poop. (I was an only child, on a farm, in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, Northern Wisconsin, I needed a sibling) Well, the doll I received, though at first glance appeared beautiful, the lovely plastic blonde hair, painted on blues eyes ( because all babies are blonde and blue eyed) After breaching the package, and cutting the safety straps holding her safely in her wrapper everything still looked good. So of course the doll that eats and poops comes with her own food and what the hell were they thinking, they have a 10 page instruction book for a damn doll that kids that can barely read are getting for Christmas.

Anyway, my dad read the instruction book as I am holding my new dolly and hopping from one foot to the other with impatience. Finally, ok mix up the mush that they sent with her, put the batteries in her, have to make the jaw go, right, and start shoveling the mush into the doll. Then, part of the instructions stated after each bite be sure to give the doll her bottle of water to flush the mush out of the piping.

Ok, so this works well until the food packages are gone. This occurred well before Christmas break was over too, that doll ate at every meal I ate, sitting in my old high chair next to me at the table. My parents humored me, ALOT! Well, when the food ran out my mother had made the mistake of telling me that the mush mix was "Just cornstarch." Well, we have that in the cupboard, right? So, I decided to make my own mush mix and feed it to her. Plenty of water from bottle too. Well, she got constipated and her stomach actually swelled up. I was going to attempt surgery to relieve the swelling but the doll was removed from my custody and has not been seen since. So yeah, Merry Fucking Christmas. Why would you sell a doll that needs to have this special crap fed to it and then, get this, not sell extra of the special crap? Yeah, that is right. Apparently, Baby Alive, was to be given war rations. So just how long was she expected to stay "Alive" with that? So you couldn't make it so that she could eat say, mashed potatoes? Or something else?

Everyone together now, RIP OFF!

Picture it, Christmas 1977, big craze this year, Baby Thataway. Ok, same angelic face, plastic blonde hair and this time the blue eyes that opened and closed when you picked her up and layed her down. This doll was supposed to crawl. Yeah, right!

Ok, so another big ass instruction book, more batteries. All ready, flip the switch, stillness......then.....the....damn...doll..crawls.FREAKING BACKWARDS!!!!! Her arms are going like she is trying to go backwards. The thing is, there was no reverse on this doll. So it wasn't like we had it switched to go backwards.

So yeah, An only child, in the middle of fucking nowhere, Christmas. Bah Fucking Hum Bug! And now does anyone have any questions as to why I can relate to the damn Grinch?

I didn't think so.

Ok, just got an email from the husband. We are supposed to go to these friends of his for New Years Eve. I really don't want to go but I am supposed to be ovulating that day. So I almost have to go so I can jump my husband in the back seat of the car or somewhere. Apparently his "girlfriend" needs to know if she needs to make other plans.

Now he really doesn't have a girlfriend, as far as I know. However, I start to wonder sometimes when he is just so damn gung ho to attend these stupid lameass get togethers of his friends. These so called friends never once have come to our house though they have been invited repeatedly. Yet if for some reason I have something else to do with say, my family.

Example being: Halloween, my parents are in town for one thing, my dad's sister was dieing, two, it was the last time I was going to see them til May. So it happens to be the same weekend as this stupid Halloween party. Ok, I can say in words just how much I hate Halloween, see only child, middle of fucking nowhere, blizzard every year on October 30 while growing up. So he just has to go to this party. The way he made it sound was that this one couple were leaving the country, they aren't but they may as well be for as frantic as he was to go to this stupid party.

Every party, except one that was at D&A's house, has been completely lame. These friends of his are BORING!!!! Plus all the one woman talks about is how she used to date every single one of the guys in the group at one point in time or the other. It irritates me simply because it is rude to be saying that infront of all these men's wives and she is just an irritating little bitch who has no self esteem so she has to make rude comments to everyone to try and make them feel shittier then she does about herself. Ok, and she is loud so you can't just fucking ignore the bitch.

Ok, enough. I hate the holidays. Don't want to put up with anyone. Thankfully, I still have my own friends that I will go visit over the holidays and spoil their kids. Plus I am going to run over to see the dog and cats at my parents house. I guess I better call Crystal and let her know I will be in town that week.

Happy Holidays to those who still have the Spirit. Sorry mine has been sucked right the hell out of me. Thanks for stopping by and leaving nice comments. Watch, maybe I will get a troll for Christmas. I guess, I should have asked for that. At least then I would have gotten a bit fired up about something.

Maybe I will post again next week but if not I will have 2 weeks worth of bitterness to share for the new year. I know you just can't wait! I really intended to post about something completely different but that thought flew out of the brain a while ago. Sorry. If it comes back to me I will try and capture it for you enjoyment. ;) Take care all and be safe if you are traveling.

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Your Christmas is Most Like: A Very Brady Christmas

For you, it's all about sharing times with family.Even if you all get a bit cheesy at times.

What Movie Is Your Christmas Most Like?

Ok, this things says a Very Brady Christmas. Uh, not even! Considering, I am an only child, my parents live in the middle of a forest in Northern Wisconsin. No maid, no neighborhood butcher, we did have a dog though, many over the years. How sad that apparently I was supposed to have a posse of brothers and sisters and all I got was cats, dogs and pigs. I guess I shouldn't complain too much, should I? Considering some of the potential in-laws I could have had as well as the one set I do have, eegads!

Greetings

I know, you are wondering where I found that original title, Christmas Card!?!

Well, yesterday I had to go home early because I had Canada sitting on my head being held in place with those dang ten penny spikes through each temple and at any time my stomach was going to turn itself inside out. Oh yeah, let's not forget the dizziness factor too. Boy was that a fun drive home. Didn't know which was going to happen first, my head explode, stomach empty itself on my lap or pass out. Thankfully none of the above happened. I get home put on my sweats got under a blanket, then a blanket of cats and slept for 3 hours.

Well, I have been asked why at my unseemly old age of 38 that I have not gone to see a specialist for my lovely inability to remain in the pregnant state. Let's discuss.

First and foremost, my insurance company sucks pignuts. Plain and simple, does not cover any testing or treatment that can remotely be linked to the words fertility or infertility. Gotta love it.
However, they will cover as many D&C's as my poor uterus can take until they have completed the hysterectomy from the inside out. Yep, no issues at all with that. But to ask for a blood test that, oh my god, may cost as much as $1000(estimating high because I am sure that the D&C was more then that) DENIED!

Even though I am a member now of the Habitual Aborters club that only gives me access to a referal to go to an "out of plan" hospital for the genetic testing that they will do if or when I do get some fetal tissue to make happy in my quickly declining uterus. So the joy of learning I was admitted into the HA club has since diminished due to the false promises that were given at the time of application to join. "3 miscarriages and you are in the club. This will also provide you access to additional testing to determine just what the fuck is wrong with you in not being able to pass the 12 week mark with a baby any longer" False advertising, I want my babies back damn it.

Also, the insurance company will pay for testing on the tissue that is forcibly ripped from my dessicated uterus at the time of fetal demise, and D&C, but still no fucking blood work on me to find out if I should even get my hopes up that it is possible to ever carry another child to term and get happy results.

Then there is the issue of, we have no money to pay a specialist to do the necessary testing to determine what the hell is wrong with me. The loss last year in December, actually one year, one week from today. Happy Anniversary. Yes December 2, 2004 was the last day I saw my baby's heartbeating before being told to just go home and let nature take it's course. Another perk of lovely insurance company, was at an out of plan hospital with a doctor that actually appeared to give a rats ass about how I was feeling and the fact that the baby was STILL ALIVE!!!!! She wanted to keep us for observation and then if necessary surgery, but no was sent home to deliver my poor beautiful perfect baby in a FUCKING TOILET. Oh yeah, also told that I should "Call with any complications" Sorry, isn't the fact that I have a baby with a heartbeat still inside of me and no amniotic fluid around it only massive blood clots, a complication?
Apparently not. Well, they also did not tell me that bleeding through 10, yes 10 super fucking maxipads in an hour, was a complication. We didn't know, I just kept sending Steve back to Walmart for more pads til I had no more blood left to release.

Oh yeah, the baby we lost in August came back with chromosomal issues, Trisomy 9. Yes, the insurance company paid for that testing no questions asked. Fuckers.

So due to one known problems with one of the babies, we have been told that to do testing would only give us a 60% chanceto get an answer as to why I can't stay pregnant. My personal thoughts are that there was something wrong with me which is why we lost the first baby. That baby was moving, kicking and heart just a beating but I was bleeding like a stuck pig. Hence, the doctor report should have stated "Mother Fucked up, can we fix her? Yes we can." I should contact Bob the Builder and see if he can help me. Probably get more answers then I have now.

Ok, off topic but since I couldn't write about this last Friday, I am now. Steve didn't even realize that last Friday was one year since the death of our baby. Did he forget or does he just not want to remember the pain? Sorry honey, I can't forget the baby I held in my hands.

So that is why I have not seen a specialist. I would be more then willing to drive an hour or two or more, but I would also like very much for the insurance company to get their fat heads out of their fat asses and start covering at a minimum testing so people know if they should even bother trying again. If I had an answer that told me there is no way in hell you will carry a baby to term again. Fine, I will stop. But this little dangling carrot of pignut sucking hope is out there, just out of reach and I am too freaking stubborn to stop trying to grasp it.

I don't want Alex to be an only child. I am one and look what happened to me. We don't need a repeat of that. The world can't take it. I want to feel a baby grow in my body. Feel the first time it moves, the first time it kicks my bladder and I pee myself. The first time Alex and Steve can put their hands on my tummy and feel the baby move. I know, I can adopt and there are plenty of children out there that need a home.

Why don't they make it easier to adopt? As much as I would love to go through what I mentioned above, if there was a baby that needed a home and I could call up and say hey, pick me, I am a good mom. I would probably do that. But no, they have to make adoption more complicated then going through infertility treatments. Why?

Ok, now another thought, I know what is happening to a baby that is growing within my body. I, yes this will be hard to believe, am a non trusting soul. How do I know that a baby growing in someone else's body is being taken care of properly? I apparently am too much of a control freak in that I would be even more worried about taking in a child from someone that I don't know, regardless of the medical forms and all that crap they supposedly fill out. People lie. All the time and if they are getting paid for a baby, why would they tell the truth that they were drinking and doing drugs, few people would want a crack addict or fetal alcohol sydrome baby. Yes, I admit and will probably get reamed for admitting to my weakness here, would not want a sick baby. If I am going to have a sick baby then let the old eggs roll and see what happens right here in my uterus wasteland.

Obviously, I am in some sort of emotional rollercoaster, fucked in the head mood today. Did any of this post make any sense? I guess, right now I don't care. It is my blog and until I decide to start putting the book together, which my editor will address the incoherent ramblings then, I will babble away.
Thanks all who have made the journey to the end.

Oh, and ever since last year, I hate Christmas. I think I am going to boycot it next year if I don't get what I want for Christmas this year. BFP. That is all I want. Steve would kill me if he saw this post.

Tea is good

Well, my Herb Guy gave me this Kava tea to help me to be able to relax. It is great! I love it!

It has a good smell and a I think it tastes great. Plus it makes me not give a rat's patooty about what is going on around me. So great to be drinking it at work. Really makes the day go by alot better. Of course I am not the most productive employee, never really was apparently.

Oh well. Just sitting and waiting to see if all our hard work last week and weekend paid off. I suppose we could have tried a couple more times considering my chart program states that I am still in potentially fertile mode. Oh well, I guess we just see what happens. Kind of have hope this time. Today, which would be 5 days post ovulation if the chart is right, I have somewhat sore boobs, yes have poked them several times today. Have been getting up at least once during the night to pee and have had these bubble like feelings in the appropriate area. TMI coming, I smell "funny" down there. I had that with both of the actual pregnancies that we saw on the ultrasounds, which makes me think that it worked this time. Just hope that if an egg did get fertilized it doesn't decide to make a home for itself in a tube and gets it's little 8 or 16 celled butt down to the Uterus Condo Complex. So I guess we will have another week of waiting and then see what happens.

In other news, we have 3 new mommies to be over on LAM. Our fearless leader announced yesterday that she got 'er done this month. Keeping fingers crossed for all of them and me too that it works this time.

I was reading up on my lovely teas and they say not to drink them if you are pregnant. Hmm, that is really going to suck if I actually do get pregnant. How am I supposed to stay calm for 10 months if I don't have help? I guess I cross that bridge when I come to it.

Still have to finish up Christmas shopping. Need to mail another package of mail to mom and dad in Mexico. They finally have a phone now so I can call and bug them when I need to. Now how am I going to keep a pregnancy a secret if I can actually contact them? Another bridge?

So far they are still doing alright. Mom didn't give the countdown so perhaps she is having a good time. SHIT! That is not how it was supposed to work. They were supposed to hate it and sell that house and stay home for the winters. Oh well.

Not much happening. Kind of quiet here at the office. Apparently the Turkeese get to work at home some days so are not here all the time, YEAH!!!!

Well hope all is well with my friends in Blogland that have made the torturous journey here and then through the Blog of Shanna. Thanks for reading. Have you noticed that this tea must be curbing the swearing too. That sucks, I was getting pretty good at it. Oh wait, Christmas is coming and that means, oh yeah, the stupid brother and sister in law will be coming up, previously said they were not. SHIT! Plus Alex is supposed to go to Dopey and the Bimbo's for a few days over Christmas.
Let's take bets on whether or not they show up this time, shall we? My bet is they do show up to get him this time but then fuck, oops, up the plans for picking him up and that will tick me off royally because we have Bucks tickets for December 30 that Alex won for his good grades. Of course his grades mean nothing to Dopey and the Bimbo who, neither of them actually graduated from High School. What was I thinking when I picked that sperm donor? Anyone? Oh yeah, mass quantities of alcohol were involved. Yeah that's right. No wonder I don't drink like that anymore. WHEW!
I will talk to you all later. Take care and stay warm. Oh yeah, this morning in Southeastern Wisconsin it was -6 degrees. Freaking, witch's tit in a brass bra in December, cold!

Friday, Sweet Sweet Friday

Well,
Not really too much news happened this week. This was the week for us to really give it a try on getting knocked up.
Monday, Got him to put out and without too much effort on my part.
Tuesday, day of rest
Wednesday, Tried to get hime to put out but he was worrying about the snow that was going to be on the roads in the morning and that he had to get up earlier then normal to catch the van. I was all kissing on him and being goofy for some reason, not even taking my herbs regularly so I don't know what my problem is. But he and his buddies refer to their Twig and Berries as the TOOL, dunt, da, da, da! So I started referring to his fat gut as the SHED, ba, dump, dump.
Well, in my goofiness I was like, "Get that tool out of the shed, time to do some plowing"
He, did not find the same amount of humor in that as I did since I giggled until I couldn't breathe. Of course that did not help increase the firmness of the TOOL. So then, Ok I guess I should have stated that this is going to get to be Too Much Information for some people, stop now as you have been warned and I don't want to hear about it if you decide to read further.
So then I start talking to it. Instead of calling it the TOOL, as it is apparently supposed to be referenced as, remember I am being goofy.
"Well, Mr. Groundhog, come out of your hole beneath the shed", said I.
Mr. Groundhog proceeded to crawl further beneath the shed and was quite soft to the touch.
"Please Mr. Groundhog, come out and see your shadow", I pleaded.
(at this point Steve is looking at me like I had a third eye in the middle of my forhead)
"Mr. Groundhog, I know it isn't February, but you can still see your shadow in November, so come out and tell us how many months we have left before Spring."
Still no response from the groundhog. Now Steve however is laughing quite heartily which in turn shakes the shed and the groundhog.
"Oh, Mr. Groundhog, you must come out from under the shed so it does not collapse upon you with the earthquake that is occurring. "
More laughing from my husband. No response from the groundhog. I get pissed off and just roll over and said "Fuck it"
No action Wednesday night. Even though temps were rising and ovulation was predicted per FF to occur on Thursday.
Thursday, I employ my vast amounts of wonderful contacts over on LAM to assist me in my endeavor to get my husband to provide an adequate amount of sperm to create life.
Well, my girls came through for me with flying colors! Thanks girls.
I was advised to try various flavored lubes, a penis cover called P***y Lips, dress skanky, do a striptease, blowjob, handjob, and in general much support from my girls of cyberspace.
So, I went to aerobics, did not get out of purgatory in time to shop before hand so was a bit worried about just what my dressers and closets could do to help me out, I am a bit of a prude when it comes to my wardrobe so was not hopeful about what I would find. Well, on the way home from aerobics I called home to see if he had gotten some soda for his cocktails and he hadn't, yeah! So I told him I would run to Wallyworld and get some. Ah, sweet clearance racks here I come. And for once they came through for me.

So I purchased the following items:
A pink, red and brown, microscopic, plaid, pleated skirt, barely covered my big ole butt.
A red pair of panties with lace
A tan silk cami with red lace trim

Surprises of all surprises my closet revealed:
Black come fuck me boots
White tights
A white, shorty type sweater(the kind they sell to us adults but are the size for 12 year olds.)

So after eating dinner and of course watching CSI, I went to take a shower. I shaved my legs and put on some yummy smelling lotions and got my outfit on. Alex was in bed and Steve was playing his Tiger Woods golf game in the living room.
So after I get all dolled up and have my glasses on to complete the naughty school girl ensamble, I proceed to stroll down the hallway to the living room. When I came within site, his jaw dropped, his eyes lit up and the game was forgotten. Then he started to laugh. Then giggle.
I asked him if I had done the school girl fantasy right. He just nodded and giggled, so I guess that means I did.
Then I asked Mr. A. if he thought I was a naughty girl and needed to be punished, he still is giggling like a little boy on Christmas.
Then finally, words come to him "It isn't even out anniversary", then of course I say, "No, it is ovulation day". Apparently the outfit was pretty good as that did not impact the strength of Mr. Groundhogs attention span. He was standing to attention, yep!

So, we return to the bedroom. I had not been able to find at Wallyworld, flavored lube and probably would have been too embarassed to buy it anyhow, so I had gotten whipped cream in the spray can. Ok, never had tried that before but it always looks fun in the movies. I suggest to not do it unless you enjoy, salty, sour milk taste and being very sticky.

So I have him get nakey and lay on the bed and I attempt to do a striptease but we have no music in the bedroom. It worked! So anyway, we had sex. Yep and it was GOOOOD!

So now try again probably tonight and probably Saturday night. Then we get to just do it for fun whenever.

Friday:
Got up, took a shower, got dressed, went to work, husband came to pick me up for lunch after he went to the sentencing hearing for Creepo Guy(12 years prison, 10 years supervised release, and then has to go to a treatment facility and complete a treatment program before officially being set free), now I am just trying to get through the rest of the day and then go home and have a couple cocktails and take advantage of my husband.

There, that is what has happened this week. Hope all of my faithful followers had a good week and an even better weekend. Be good and if you can be good, be good at being bad.