my head is swimming ( Read more... )

-Buy a book on the Tao and Sobriety for Ryan:  CHECK!
-Buy convertible car seat for Wendy:  CHECK!
-Buy bed bumpers for Wendy: CHECK!
-Get car ready to ship buy Sunday...
-Clean....
-Grocery Shopping....
-Laundry....
-Play video games....what, that's not on the list? 

That feeling inside of me is swelling and swelling.  Still indescribable.  I feel like I'm approaching a spiritual orgasm.  That same "....ok right there...now harder...oh not so hard...wait you moved....goddamnit I just want to cum NOWWWW!" feeling.  Probably the best way to describe it, vulgar as it may be ( Read more... )

Busy busy busy weekend.  I had a decent birthday.  Didn't suck, but not great ( Read more... )

My new best friend ( Read more... )

I fail at LJ.  So effing busy.  
Baby is healthy now, plus 1 tooth and immune to Roseola, but clingy as all hell.  Getting into everything.  But she's learning to fear me when I say no so YAY.  Started potty training.  Her own choice!  Hooray for baby sign language.  Hooray for less poopy diapers to change.  My baby kicks ass.  
Going to Denver on ( Read more... )

I want to stab myself in the face lately.  Could ya tell?  I'm sick of even thinking about it, yet I keep thinking that if I try to write I'll feel better.  It's just plain stupid!  I just have one of those feelings inside me...the feeling I get when my life is about to change.  It's never wrong.  I always find myself reaching out in a million ( Read more... )

Feel like a lunatic.  It's been so so long since I've been without Ryan.  And our relationship was so so different then.  This is a whole different ball game and I am so not doing it well.  We definetely have a symbiotic relationship.  Without his energy I'm only half here.  It throws everything about me off and I keep finding myself trying to fill ( Read more... )

I am so fucking lonely.  I miss my man.  I need to get laid.  By my husband.  2 more weeks.
I have a lot to talk about but I need to be asleep.  Fucking heart palpitations.  You can stop now.
My husband went tittie bar hopping tonight and showed pictures of Wendy to strippers.  I'm sure he did some less cute things, but he also called me a billion ( Read more... )

Shit has been insane.  Teething, feverish, cranky, sometimes clingy as hell, sometimes suddenly independent, fussy baby for about a week.  Hardly any sleep.  Husband just got back from field ex.  Tightness in chest almost constantly.  Make it stop!  No free time.  Must cook dinner.