Have you ever noticed that you need less sleep when you're happy? Not that I've been unhappy lately, but boredom has definitely raised it's head in my life. Having the boys full time has given me a wonderful sense of stability. I haven't had any crazy life threatening adventures lately and I always wake up completely refreshed on Sunday mornings. I've learned to enjoy the noneventfulness in my life because after all - it's only temporary. However, I'm going to Mommoth tonight. It's the first time I've been snowboarding since last New Years. As I remember (and Megan tells my story much better) it was a very painful event and I had the time of my life. Well, one of the times of my life. We're leaving early this afternoon so when I woke up at 4:30 this morning I figured I might as well get up and get going. So here I am. The only one in the office for the past hour jazzin on some serious coffee. I won't be posting until Monday and only then if I can still type. Have a fantabulous weekend!
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Going on a first date when you are so hard up fantasizing becomes a full sensory experience is a BAD thing. I can only imagine sitting across from someone at dinner and not being able to contain the urge to lick that little drop of sauce off his chin instead of politely signalling that he needs to use his napkin. I'm sorry, you hardly know me but can I taste your tonils? Adventure dates are even better. Men ALWAYS have to change shirts and they NEVER have any qualms about changing in front of others. Why should they? After all, they don't know that the sweet little girl they're with is just going to melt with an instant desire to want to touch, nibble, and lick their very innocent chest. How is the niave dater supposed to know that this girl just doesn't see enough action to know that innocent goodnight kisses exist? Which means he has no clue that he is required to wait a seemingly unreasonable length of time before he can move in for a simple touch. Doing otherwise would cause me to say something extremely painful (for me) like, "That just doesn't coincide with my long term goals" (yeah right) or getting themselves laid in such an extremely short time they'll be wondering if they need to tip. Of course reality sets in and I realize that most men just don't turn me on enough to create this kind of silliness once they open their mouths. And so - I find myself repeating - please be an ass, please be an ass.
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I found myself whining in my meeting today. I wasn't whining about anything. I was just talking in a whiny voice. At first I attributed it to the fact that I've been fighting a cold and that I had to work harder to talk through the flem rattling in my chest. However, after listening to myself I decided - no, I was actually just whining and if I was my son I'd snap at me and say "Stop whining!"
To top it all off lunch gave me some serious gas. Not the stinky kind. The kind that blows up in your stomach and feels like you have a balloon in your lower abdomen. I tried to ease the tension a bit only to have the damn thing "pop" out. Oh lord. I had to sit there for the next two hours knowing that if I shifted wrong in my chair I was going to sound like a machine gun in "The Terminator".
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Recent google searches:
I like to take my bra off while at home
Initiantion + "bra off"
"boobs getting bigger"
"blue cobblestone driveway"
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So I'm not sure where the driveway guy came from but he obviously didn't find what he was looking for. This is obviously a blog about boobs. Boobs, boobies, tits.
Haha! It'll be the only time I ever get a second look when someone is looking for them.
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Big Brother has completely taken over my computer. I held my breath as I logged onto Blogger this morning. I can't check my guestbook. I can't check my e-mail. I can't e-mail hotmail from the company account. I know they're reading this. So they might as well read the whole thing. I worked 5 hours on Sunday. I will work 12 hours today. I don't take lunches or coffee breaks. I spend probably an hour a day with my computer tied up because I'm downloading or uploading data (not internet crap). I check my e-mail but very rarely write a letter or read one for that matter. It's a matter of staying busy. I hyperfocus which means that I am super-productive in relatively short-time spans (it's a positivie side effect from being ADD). One consequence is that I need to take a 2 minute break between cycles. I realize I'm tying up gigs or some kind of limited user resource by being on the internet during work hours. Get over it. The seceratary in our office looks at personal ads for hours at a time every day while I end up printing reports (her job) because she has too much to do. So get off my back. And yes - I'm breaking the rules now. It's because this generally submissive and law-abiding worker bee is acting like a little spoiled brat. You took away my toy! So now instead of checking my e-mail I'm going to start humming tunes on my kazoo and blowing bubbles like when I was in accounting. Don't think I won't do it, ask my neighbor.
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