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
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
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
I crake myself up sometimes......
M
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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
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
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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
M
Part 2: You got to be kidding me cont...
Alrighty, Where did I leave off... Feeling giddy, anticipating my husbands surprise. Sure that he will love every minute and impressed of the lengths I've taken. He calls on his way to me. He asks, Do you want me to pick up something for lunch? I was like.... What the hell are you talking about? Room Service... Duh! Get your ass over here and shut up. Can't you just show up? Mistake #1.
Shortly after the call he shows up at the door. I go to get the door ready to give him a lap dance with music in cue. But.... He make a line for the bathroom because he has to pee. Apologizing alone the way and laughing. Nothing like spoiling the moment. Couldn't he pee in the lobby??????? Mistake #2
Okay, I start over the music and sit him in a chair to dance for him. All he can do is laugh and say, have you been practicing? lol Like I can't dance. Now a little self conscience. Mistake #3.
I get the dance over with shortly after that and the sex begins. Mind you he got there @ 12:10 PM. We have until 4:00 PM to relax and enjoy. We finish up around 1:00 PM and I'm starving since I've haven't eaten yet. We start on the champagne and strawberries. I want to order room service. He looks at me with the scared look and begins to say, I'm so sorry! I can't stay. He has a meeting he cannot miss @ 2:00 PM. I was like, WHAT? Mistake #4.
You have to understand. This man golfs four times a week and is hardly in the office at all. Comes and goes as he pleases. Although, today, his birthday he plans a 2:00 meeting he cannot miss. UGH! Right! I beg him to get out of his meeting. He thinks a brief moment. He doesn't even try to call the office.
Husband looks remorseful. I feel bad for making him feel guilty. YUP guilt gets me every time. He suggests to go and get a fast lunch before his meeting. Okay where? He wants to go to "Jack in the Box" down the street because it close and fast. You heard that correct.... We got dressed and rushed to Jack for lunch. Mistake #5.
It's 1:40 PM and he's off to his meeting leaving me in the Jack parking lot. Apologizing and says, He will see me at home. I said, We have the room until tomorrow. Why don't we come back tonight after dinner? He said, sure and is gone. I go back to the hotel feeling so sad. I drown myself in the champagne, listening to sad music and cry.
What was the point of all this trouble? I question myself? Why didn't I call his secretary and make sure his calendar was clear? I'll make sure I don't make this mistake again. Then I thought. There will never be a next time. Never again!
Two hours later I return home. After dinner with the family at husband's favorite restaurant. We return home all to tired to even think about going back to the hotel.
The next day. I return to check out and gather my things. Done. Pretend this didn't happen. I feel like a fool and very embarrassed to even talk about it to my girlfriend.
So there you have it. Memorable!
M
Shortly after the call he shows up at the door. I go to get the door ready to give him a lap dance with music in cue. But.... He make a line for the bathroom because he has to pee. Apologizing alone the way and laughing. Nothing like spoiling the moment. Couldn't he pee in the lobby??????? Mistake #2
Okay, I start over the music and sit him in a chair to dance for him. All he can do is laugh and say, have you been practicing? lol Like I can't dance. Now a little self conscience. Mistake #3.
I get the dance over with shortly after that and the sex begins. Mind you he got there @ 12:10 PM. We have until 4:00 PM to relax and enjoy. We finish up around 1:00 PM and I'm starving since I've haven't eaten yet. We start on the champagne and strawberries. I want to order room service. He looks at me with the scared look and begins to say, I'm so sorry! I can't stay. He has a meeting he cannot miss @ 2:00 PM. I was like, WHAT? Mistake #4.
You have to understand. This man golfs four times a week and is hardly in the office at all. Comes and goes as he pleases. Although, today, his birthday he plans a 2:00 meeting he cannot miss. UGH! Right! I beg him to get out of his meeting. He thinks a brief moment. He doesn't even try to call the office.
Husband looks remorseful. I feel bad for making him feel guilty. YUP guilt gets me every time. He suggests to go and get a fast lunch before his meeting. Okay where? He wants to go to "Jack in the Box" down the street because it close and fast. You heard that correct.... We got dressed and rushed to Jack for lunch. Mistake #5.
It's 1:40 PM and he's off to his meeting leaving me in the Jack parking lot. Apologizing and says, He will see me at home. I said, We have the room until tomorrow. Why don't we come back tonight after dinner? He said, sure and is gone. I go back to the hotel feeling so sad. I drown myself in the champagne, listening to sad music and cry.
What was the point of all this trouble? I question myself? Why didn't I call his secretary and make sure his calendar was clear? I'll make sure I don't make this mistake again. Then I thought. There will never be a next time. Never again!
Two hours later I return home. After dinner with the family at husband's favorite restaurant. We return home all to tired to even think about going back to the hotel.
The next day. I return to check out and gather my things. Done. Pretend this didn't happen. I feel like a fool and very embarrassed to even talk about it to my girlfriend.
So there you have it. Memorable!
M
Monday, September 15, 2008
You've got to be kidding me!!!!
Oh boy oh boy! Do I have a story to share... It's my husband's birthday. What do you get a man that has everything and wants nothing. Hmmmmmmmm I know! I'm gonna give him me... We had a shaky summer, an emotional one for me. So, I decide to do something I've never done in 17 years of marriage. Something to spice up our relationship.
A week of preparation... Shopped for the sexiest lingerie my body can handle. Bought some beautiful hooker heals from the "highest heal collections" at the Gentle Men's Club after my lap dance (that's another story). Stopped at the local sex shop to get some oils and things. Heeheehee Reserved a suite at the Embassy Suite's. Picked out some sexy music on Itunes, "Prince's Erotic City and Nikki". Made arrangements for the kids after school pick up. Good to go...
The morning of my husband's birthday, I asked him if I may take him for a birthday lunch. He said, yes and would call me after his morning meeting. Kids are all off to school, husband off to work and I was off to put the finishing touches on my memorable event. Packed my suitcase with all my finding, champagne, champagne glass, diet Pepsi, and water. Jumped in the truck and drove to the Godiva store. Picked up 4large Godiva chocolate covered strawberries (frappen $26.00) and then was on my way to the hotel. Checked in and the fun began...
I wanted everything to be perfect. I set the room up with my computer to play music. Put the champagne and diet Pepsi in the ice bucket on the sitting room table with the strawberries. Laid out the oil and things on the bed. Carefully dressed in my lingerie and hooker heals, I took a photo of my body from the shoulders to my thighs and sent it via email to my husband's phone. With the subject box saying, Happy Birthday Baby. Upon opening the email it read, Embassy Suite's Rm 310, Jessica (Husband's favorite name). Fun Right!!!!!!!! I was so excited when he responded, "Be right there". I could hardly wait for him to get there.
It doesn't get any better than that. You would think... Yep, it goes down hill from then on in... UGH~!
To be continued..... I need to go to bed. I'm falling asleep... I don't want to mess up on any details. You'll have to wait till tomorrow. Night Night!
M
A week of preparation... Shopped for the sexiest lingerie my body can handle. Bought some beautiful hooker heals from the "highest heal collections" at the Gentle Men's Club after my lap dance (that's another story). Stopped at the local sex shop to get some oils and things. Heeheehee Reserved a suite at the Embassy Suite's. Picked out some sexy music on Itunes, "Prince's Erotic City and Nikki". Made arrangements for the kids after school pick up. Good to go...
The morning of my husband's birthday, I asked him if I may take him for a birthday lunch. He said, yes and would call me after his morning meeting. Kids are all off to school, husband off to work and I was off to put the finishing touches on my memorable event. Packed my suitcase with all my finding, champagne, champagne glass, diet Pepsi, and water. Jumped in the truck and drove to the Godiva store. Picked up 4large Godiva chocolate covered strawberries (frappen $26.00) and then was on my way to the hotel. Checked in and the fun began...
I wanted everything to be perfect. I set the room up with my computer to play music. Put the champagne and diet Pepsi in the ice bucket on the sitting room table with the strawberries. Laid out the oil and things on the bed. Carefully dressed in my lingerie and hooker heals, I took a photo of my body from the shoulders to my thighs and sent it via email to my husband's phone. With the subject box saying, Happy Birthday Baby. Upon opening the email it read, Embassy Suite's Rm 310, Jessica (Husband's favorite name). Fun Right!!!!!!!! I was so excited when he responded, "Be right there". I could hardly wait for him to get there.
It doesn't get any better than that. You would think... Yep, it goes down hill from then on in... UGH~!
To be continued..... I need to go to bed. I'm falling asleep... I don't want to mess up on any details. You'll have to wait till tomorrow. Night Night!
M
Dancing
I love to dance... Why do women go out dancing and it is interrupted that we want to screw around? It's unfortunate that there are not many options to go dancing, without subjecting myself to groping men at a club. I must admit I am flattered at the attention. Although, I do not like the perception... Dancing is such an emotional release for me. I offend wonder why I need to dance. What am I trying to express? If anyone has an answer to my dancing emergence? Please share...
A Moment of Bliss
Already, mission accomplish almost... We did not go to the baseball game. With an overheard conversation with my girlfriend and a small argument, my husband canceled our plans to attend. We decide to take our children bowling. A long overdue family outing. Of course we took two cars so my daughter could drive the little ones home, therefor we could meet up with the crowd after the game. Small compromise... Right?
It was an event when we arrived at a dance club. Everyone was two sheets to the wind and we were perfectly sober. Which no one noticed. Amongst the perfect gals that were there... Another crowd of people from our town was there as well, that I would rather not hang with in any situation. These women are the kind of women that look down at you for looking somewhat attractive due to their lack of self confidence and deep down inside wish they could look that good. Jealousy... They are the gossiper of the town making total fools of themselves. Sweet symphony for me... After a few dirty dancing songs and 2 cocktail. The night was over. Everyone was heading out the door due to being over served. Not so bad of a night. Still a little pissed off at husband....
Then my insanity began... The next day. I got an urge to have my tramp stamp enlarged. Yup! You heard that correct. I sat for two hours getting tattooed by my sister's fiancee. He fixed the once so small butterfly on the crack of my ass to this amazing piece of art. As I was in total pain (remembering the pain of childbirth) it was very soothing in an insane kind of way. With every piercing of the tiny needles pricking my skin, the numbness of my feeling deceased. Pain is bliss. I was empowered. Nothing else mattered. My pain was soothing. By the end of the ordeal the pain was barely bearable. Wishing for it to end. I can concord anything! For the brief moment life was real.
M
It was an event when we arrived at a dance club. Everyone was two sheets to the wind and we were perfectly sober. Which no one noticed. Amongst the perfect gals that were there... Another crowd of people from our town was there as well, that I would rather not hang with in any situation. These women are the kind of women that look down at you for looking somewhat attractive due to their lack of self confidence and deep down inside wish they could look that good. Jealousy... They are the gossiper of the town making total fools of themselves. Sweet symphony for me... After a few dirty dancing songs and 2 cocktail. The night was over. Everyone was heading out the door due to being over served. Not so bad of a night. Still a little pissed off at husband....
Then my insanity began... The next day. I got an urge to have my tramp stamp enlarged. Yup! You heard that correct. I sat for two hours getting tattooed by my sister's fiancee. He fixed the once so small butterfly on the crack of my ass to this amazing piece of art. As I was in total pain (remembering the pain of childbirth) it was very soothing in an insane kind of way. With every piercing of the tiny needles pricking my skin, the numbness of my feeling deceased. Pain is bliss. I was empowered. Nothing else mattered. My pain was soothing. By the end of the ordeal the pain was barely bearable. Wishing for it to end. I can concord anything! For the brief moment life was real.
M
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