I haven't blogged in a while... Things have been okay. Being extremely busy is a blessing. Apathy is all I feel lately. We leave for Vegas in two days and I don't want to go. Things aren't good with the kids and I stress leaving them. Way to much to do to even think about going on a trip. Although, I know H can't wait to get away. I wish he was going without me. I'm way to exhausted to even think about packing and getting away. I hate getting everything ready for my mother-in law to come and stay here at my house. Way overwhelming! Maybe I'll feel differently in a couple of days. My emotions are constantly on a roll coaster who knows... I may want to get away by then. I just wish it was by myself.

Killjoy

What a weekend.... I'm still pissed off about it. It started out to be a great Saturday night. Hubby and I bought tickets to this cover band "The Molly Ringwaller". We decided to get dinner before we met our friends at the club. Finishing early and being an absolutely beautiful night, fresh crisp air with a hint of fall. We decided to take a walk to see the street band not far from where we were. Talking, laughing and people watching. Reminiscing about the past as we watched little children dancing in the street. It was so nice just to relax and enjoy each others company.

We got to the club early and quickly realized many of our acquaintances are in the VIP section. We socialize for a while waiting on our other friends. Of course we were invited to stay in the VIP section and received passes. However our other friends did not have them. So, we decided to float between the two areas. Being early in the night, around 9:00 PM. It was not crowned yet. Part of our group arrived. They are husband's golf pros from his golf club. After all the introductions. Husband starts to impress with buying cocktails and talking shop. As our other friends arrive about 20 minutes later, the fun begins.

I was totally and utterly insulted by my husband 5 minutes later. As you may have read... My other friends have perfect bodies and great fake breasts. My husband is obsessed with one of them. While he is introducing them to his golf pro buddies. He is whispering at the same time (I'm sure he said, this is the girl I was telling you about). Such class....

Of course my friends are dressed to the nines with low cut blouses, no bra, perfect, nipples straight ahead breasts.

I'm just standing there laughing and saying hello when out of the blue... My husband reaches over and grabs my breast with both hands and lifts them up in front of everyone. I was like... What the fuck! He just laughs and says, "What... Their my breast". I said, no their not and walked away. I grabbed my girlfriend in the VIP section to have a smoke with me. UGH!

I'm so pissed... They next day. Husband was like. What is wrong? When I told him he was like... Well, we spent $12,000 to fix them. They should look better. He was sorry and didn't mean anything by it. HA! Obviously he did... What does he think??????? I need to be his pretend trophy wife. Shoot! He better get himself one. I refuse to be that for him. I'm sure I could find my own trophy man... lol

Men are stupid!!!

M

Sassy Girl

Yesterday I was feeling oh so sassy. lol I got dressed in my favorite pair of jeans, a cute hot pink spaghetti strap tank and went to lunch with my girlfriends. Weather was perfect for patio dinning. Two martini's later, I was even sassier...Oh the small things that make me happy. What would have made it even more perfect... Would have been some eye candy to flirt with. hahahahahahaha. Yup! That's how sassy I was... :)

I crake myself up sometimes......

M

The Fountain of Youth

I am 100% supportive of any cosmetic help there is out there. Having had 3 breast augmentations, lipo, laser for spider veins, laser hair removal (full monty), and botox. These procedures are somewhat painful. Although, worth every bit of pain. You know me... I feel pain is bliss. I love the results and am somewhat addicted. I'd would love a tummy tuck and another breast lift. lol

When will enough be enough? Will I ever feel content? It's so hard to compete these days. I hate getting older. I will try to defy it all the way there. Especially having a husband that loves to verbally express his roaming eyes about my younger friends. How they have nice bodies and great fake breast. Always wanting me to wear cloths that are not appropriate. To look sexy. I know he wishes I had a better body. He would go in dept to give me any surgery I wanted. He is always commenting on what a bad job the doctor did on my breast. Wants me to go in for a 4th time using a different doctor. UGH!

I know I make my husband seem like a monster. He's not! He loves me to death. It's just the comments he makes. He's been this way from the moment we met. You cannot teach an old dog new tricks. I shouldn't crucify him for that. I'm just plain tired of hearing it.

M

Disturbia

I think Rihanna was thinking of me when she made this song. lol If you haven't listen to the words or better yet watch the video. It's a must do... If I can figure it out. I'll post the video to this. I'll have to ask my teenage daughter how to. HA

M