Musings....
First, the stupid spider bite seems to be finally healing. At least I'm not running a fever anymore and I don't feel like my arm is filleted. It still hurts when there is any pressure (makes typing interesting...) but it is something I can live with. Now I might actually get a picture of my tattoo posted...
Valentines is a day that I'd be happy to skip. I could go into a rant about how pissy the day can be from elementary school on, but would it be worth it Nah. But, ass much as I cannot stand commercialized holidays, I find that I get really bothered by feeling forgotten. Geez, I've been with my Hubby for almost 18 years, and I know how romantic/unromantic he can be, I should be accepting of the fact that he doesn't really think about holidays like this, especially since he was raised Jehovah's Witness. Still, watching the friends around me have a great valentines with their "new" loves, I get a bit jealous. Silly I know, but there it is. I would have been tickled pink with a folded paper flower (he makes neat ones) and a sticky note... But instead he does the whole breeze in after work, grab our daughter for a supposed "errand" and dashes out again. He did bring back a neat card and cool fairy stickers, but it still felt like an afterthought and something he "had to do" rather than what he wanted to do. I got over it though
I fed him some of the dark special chocolate he likes and we played with the silly "love dice" I had found. We ended the day well 
Before that tho....I had never gone to a male strip event. My good friend Gerri got me a ticket to see "The Men from Las Vegas" at one of our local bars. Well.... The music was good, the two drinks I had were enjoyable (till I got told that I was driving after all....Diet coke from then on...but I had fun watching them get silly drunk) the noise was intense and the smoke was horrible.... (I hate cigarettes...sorry, but I can't breathe around them) the guys were nice to look at, but that was it. In fact, during the "lap dance sets" they actually looked rather bored. Maybe I am weird, but I was actually a bit bored myself. I had more fun watching the women in the audience than watching the dancers. My Hubby and several male friends I know could put on a much better show and are as equally nice looking and fun to watch as the dancers last night. I know that my Hubby and at least two others I could name would have a whole lot more fun doing the dancing for the ladies....they would actually enjoy themselves
So, my Valentines was surviveable... I made a great cake for my daughter's birthday (nine Valentines old *grin*)....we had tacos for dinner (her favorite and mine too)...we had good company for dinner (and they were here for most of the day...made me feel less lonely by a bunch).... I had a fun time watching my normally straight laced friend get shit-faced... and then I ended the day making sweet love with my Hubby... All is well...
First, the stupid spider bite seems to be finally healing. At least I'm not running a fever anymore and I don't feel like my arm is filleted. It still hurts when there is any pressure (makes typing interesting...) but it is something I can live with. Now I might actually get a picture of my tattoo posted...
Valentines is a day that I'd be happy to skip. I could go into a rant about how pissy the day can be from elementary school on, but would it be worth it Nah. But, ass much as I cannot stand commercialized holidays, I find that I get really bothered by feeling forgotten. Geez, I've been with my Hubby for almost 18 years, and I know how romantic/unromantic he can be, I should be accepting of the fact that he doesn't really think about holidays like this, especially since he was raised Jehovah's Witness. Still, watching the friends around me have a great valentines with their "new" loves, I get a bit jealous. Silly I know, but there it is. I would have been tickled pink with a folded paper flower (he makes neat ones) and a sticky note... But instead he does the whole breeze in after work, grab our daughter for a supposed "errand" and dashes out again. He did bring back a neat card and cool fairy stickers, but it still felt like an afterthought and something he "had to do" rather than what he wanted to do. I got over it though
I fed him some of the dark special chocolate he likes and we played with the silly "love dice" I had found. We ended the day well
Before that tho....I had never gone to a male strip event. My good friend Gerri got me a ticket to see "The Men from Las Vegas" at one of our local bars. Well.... The music was good, the two drinks I had were enjoyable (till I got told that I was driving after all....Diet coke from then on...but I had fun watching them get silly drunk) the noise was intense and the smoke was horrible.... (I hate cigarettes...sorry, but I can't breathe around them) the guys were nice to look at, but that was it. In fact, during the "lap dance sets" they actually looked rather bored. Maybe I am weird, but I was actually a bit bored myself. I had more fun watching the women in the audience than watching the dancers. My Hubby and several male friends I know could put on a much better show and are as equally nice looking and fun to watch as the dancers last night. I know that my Hubby and at least two others I could name would have a whole lot more fun doing the dancing for the ladies....they would actually enjoy themselves
So, my Valentines was surviveable... I made a great cake for my daughter's birthday (nine Valentines old *grin*)....we had tacos for dinner (her favorite and mine too)...we had good company for dinner (and they were here for most of the day...made me feel less lonely by a bunch).... I had a fun time watching my normally straight laced friend get shit-faced... and then I ended the day making sweet love with my Hubby... All is well...
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Take care and have a great weekend.