Comments Anyone?

I was trying to figure out how to set this up to track what searches and such led to my blog, if any. SO I was going through my setups and came across the comment section, and what did I find out?

Some how, some way, the settings for comments was for only those who are registered!

Ironically, I never set a reader registration up, therefore NO ONE could post any comments, that is assuming (we ALL know what ASS/U/ME ing does) any one wanted to comment to any of my posts in the first place.

I am not whoring for comments, just informing you that if you wanted to post a comment, you shoudl be able to now, as I have set commenting up for "ANYONE."

So rip away if you want, or just post your thoughts.

Jay

Can Viagra Cause Blindness?

Q: Can Viagra Cause Blindness?

A: Only if you jerk off with prolonged erections lasting four hours on a daily basis... well maybe, but do you get hairy palms too?

Fox News has a story titled: Can Viagra Cause Blindness?

You just gotta love the FDA and concerned Doctors and Citizens!

Lions, Green Lights and A Suburban Desert Oasis

I am going to date myself, although I do not recall, my mother tells me she was quite excited about Sesame Street when it first came out. I was about one year old when SS was first aired. I know I liked watching it, and there were a couple of things I particularly enjoyed. One of those was the part where they do “Which One of These Things Is Not Like the Other,” song. I recall I would get totally into the whole thing picking out the thing that did not belong.

I live in a nice little neighborhood and it is the epitome of suburban America. Our floor plan is one of about five different plans in the neighborhood, so without too much elaboration, all the houses look alike. If one of my neighbors were totally lit, I could not get pissed (well I could and probably would, but this is an analogy) if they walked in on Mimi and I getting it on in the living room one night because one house looks almost like the other. So you, who live in suburban America, know what I am talking about. You also know, that most builders only provide you a few designs because that makes it cheaper to build. And… most neighborhoods like mine have covenants that prevent people from building a house that does not look the same. This is a good thing because we do not want someone to build a $700k next to your modest $150k house. I have learned there are several neighborhoods in the area that just must not have such covenant clauses.

Thankfully, Mimi had simmered down from an issue we had this morning. Normally I wouldn’t mention this, but she has mad a blog entry bitching about this issue. In general, I will only say, there are two sides and I am not getting into a pissing contest with my wife, especially lobbing shit across blogs. So the point is, by having some time and by writing down her frustrations, she was my happy glowing wife again upon waking from my crappy daytime slumber. And being in a good mood we talked about a number of things while she finished preparing dinner.

The one thing she did touch on was how our son went to a friend’s house for an end of the school year party. She took our son over and the house was just awful she told me. It was plain ugly. The house stucco as well, but that is another issue. So how ugly could this house be? Well, she was going on about the gaudiness of the house in general, and she kept on about the lions when you drove into the driveway. Now me being a guy, I am thinking, so these people may be a bit ostentatious, but how ugly could this house be? Our son has another friend who lives in the same neighborhood and he lives in a house that is also just a bit ostentatious. The thing about that house is as you look around the neighborhood, one can see it does not belong. It too, is a stucco house that is built in an art deco manner, and truly should have been built in Miami. More so, what I found I did not like about the house is that it is built in a very cheap manner. Meaning where your columns should have been built with concrete or thick wood and filled with concrete, they are made of flimsy wood. Tapping the columns they sound cheap and hollow. But hey… who am I to talk, I have a much less expansive house than this particular house.

Since Mimi took our son to the party, I went to pick him up. She explained it was down the street from Sean’s house, and I went straight to the mark. Mimi did not bullshit me on this one! From down the street (bear in mind it is quite dark) I saw these green lights hovering in the darkness, as I got closer I saw these lights were mounted on pillars on either side of this wide driveway. As I got up on top of the driveway, in the glow of green lights what did I see? LIONS!. I am like holy shit, WTF is this all about, I peer down across the string lighted fountain in the middle of the circular driveway and perched at the steps of this place were two more lions and at the door guarding either side of the door were two more lions. I found myself in disbelief. Sesame Street came back to me, how could this shit happen? I mean I drove in and saw all these nice brick traditional houses and here I am driving up on this monster house made of PINK stucco with green lights in the driveway, string light circling this pond and LIONS! I am thinking I would have something done to these people by the association or I would have created some group to do annoying things to these people to make them leave or something, this house is just not right AND IT DOES NOT BELONG!

So from the outside, this pink monstrosity is huge. It is three stories, and has I swear looking from the outside a 90 foot ceiling in the foyer. Please understand if I were in some neighborhood in Florida surrounded by million dollar pastel homes, I don’t think I would have thought twice about this house, but a 90 ceiling foyer in a neighborhood that is mainly comprised of five or six bedroom brick houses is just freakishly wrong. Instead of going to the door, I heard the kids in back, and proceeded around the house and down a slope where I found the kids in a swimming pool and what I swear is a re-creation of a backyard owned by a wealthy Arab in Saudi Arabia.

It is hard to describe this unless you have seen something like this in person or in pictures, but they had desert palms planted around this pool with an attached spa, a waterfall, and a spillover for the pool water which is designed like a waterfall as well. There was an elaborate outdoor sitting area with fans and a huge outdoor kitchen and grill all covered and painted white. The tiling and design and decoration, yes more fucking lions, gave this feeling as if one could have been in the effing desert, even though there are pine trees all around.

My son got his stuff together and we left after thanking his host and hostess. Driving home, my son says to me, “Dad, do you think that house was ugly? Mom said it was…?” I had a hard time with this because yeah this house is fugly, but do I tell my son, hey your buddy’s house is fugly? I told him, “yeah… your mom thinks so, and I would agree because I just don’t think it belongs.”

Cross your fingers for a long and boring and uneventful night tonight!

Ok… Fuck it! I was going to write another tirade interlaced with my whiny bitch personality. It has been a long night. I am dealing with uncompromising machines, software and people fucking shit up. So I have been on the phone all night, and have not been able to work on my post.

Well that is not entirely true. I went on a tirade about my freaking 6000+ emails in my in-box and how much email this idiotic place creates. Hell I could go through the Amazon jungle if I printed the email this place produces! And I wrote about some more dick measuring, and I started on Mr. & Mrs. Crazy, because as Mimi knows, I just cannot let them go. I think I may throw a glass at someone now!

OK, so I deleted everything. I kept getting interrupted. My work life keeps intruding upon my blog life. It pisses me off, I don’t really want to work. I digress… so I deleted everything I was writing because I lost steam.

Therefore… This is my entry today. Not exciting (well I guess I ramble anyway), not spiffy or even humorous, but this is what I have today.

Let us hope my night tonight will be long and boring and uneventful.

Of Quiet Time and Adulthood....

If only I could be in elementary school. I remember coming back from lunch and having “Quiet Time” where we could read or put our heads on our desks and not so much sleep, but at least close our eyes for a few moments. At the time I thought that was really stupid. Hell I could have been using that time on the play ground.

At this very moment, I long for those days. I swear if I knew then what I know now, I would cherish every minute of every day of childhood. I would have the best fucking time a kid could have. I would even be a really, really good kid as a matter of fact. No lighting matches in the guys boat down the street. We used the boat to hide in, catching it on fire was simply a by-product of our fucking up, I swear! I still would have shouted out loud “Vagina Avenue” as my game piece hit that wonderful piece of property and I still would have gotten kicked out my buddy’s house (his mom did not appreciate my off color humor) for the day, BUT I would not have been pissed about it! I would have busted up even more bikes and built bigger ramps, and played football harder.

Right now, I need to have a “Quiet Time” I need to be somewhere else. I love my son to death, and I try so very hard to tell him to enjoy his childhood. I think he does for the most part, as much as any child. I just wish he could enjoy it to all its potential. I think it is a cruel joke played upon us that we live in such angst as children just to grow up to deal with the bullshit adulthood throws at you.

Unless you are one of those chosen who has not sold their souls to the devil (I believe in someway most actor, celebrities, etc… have compromised their person, their faith or some part of their self respect to get where they are) and have done well for themselves without compromising their “self” then adulthood pretty much sucks. I mean, the moments that are great, when you marry that truly special woman or man, or each time you become a parent, or when your children hit those special marks in life, or when you and your family catch one of those breaks or windfalls, I think those make the rest of the out and out suckiness worth while. And I also think those are the moments that you remember through out your life that blanket out the rest of the suckiness. Its just that you have to slog through all of the sucky bullshit to tag those great moments. Fuck that, I want the Matrix to be perfect. I could live where everything is good all the time, where there was happiness and piece all the time, where we do not have to slog through the bullshit. I truly resent having to live like we all do!

Because really, unless you made some good moves in your early 20’s (and didn’t serve in the military and then go to college, putting oneself four or more years behind your peers), and you had some financial success (like not getting a divorce early on and selling all the stock in the world, or losing it outright, or not listening to your dad and not buying a house in one’s twenties), or any of the other bullshit that happens to “normal” middleclass America, then your life revolves around paying the bills, keeping them up to date, and eking out some sort of savings. Now you could be like those others who have a double income, and send their kids to daycare, see them for about 3 hours at night, unless you have to split up and take one to soccer and the other to baseball or football or some such sport, then all get home at 8PM, eat a take out pizza, and everyone goes to bed, hoping the kids finished homework at daycare, because if not, the kids are going to be up till 10 finishing homework and waking up exhausted the next day just to go through the mill once again. If that is how you live, I do not know which is worse, slugging out in the trenches to buy groceries each week, or collecting shit material things and never really spending time as a family.

Such a bleak view on life I have right now… You know why? I want some quiet time. I want to lay my head down for a while, I want to have no responsibility. I want to be Peter Gibbons (post hypnosis). I want to get off the world for a few moments, fuck… I want to be in Jamaica, lying on a chase lounge with my naked Mimi lying next to me (notice I am not naked – I think that would not be allowed anywhere, I simply enjoy watching her tan like that), drinking fruity drinks with umbrellas and not having to worry about a fucking thing. It pisses me off, I saw my daughter for 15 minutes today and have not seen my son since Tuesday evening, and won’t see him till tomorrow morning (school is now out, but if school were in, it would not be till tomorrow night I would see him), actually it is this morning since we have broken ground on a new day. I saw Mimi for as much and maybe less time than my daughter. WTF is this shit. This happens every week when I transition from a diurnal schedule to a vampiric nocturnal schedule.

Never the less I want a fucking break. Yes I know I sound like some whiny bitch. I just think being an adult sucks. I want to tell my son that, but then again, I do not want him to be scared of the world and have him camping out in my house at 34, playing Halo 15 working at the video store, and no hopes for a woman because he is too scared to become an adult. Of course I would have kicked his ass out many years before because I still wanna get the funk on with momma, and I know that it would be difficult doing that with your adult son living at home.

So to sum up this horribly depressing entry… I think it is just that I am tired at the moment and a bit cranky. I got used to sleeping with my wife and waking up in the morning, coming home to my family in the evening and spending time with them all. I know, a lot to fucking ask for in life! (Shut the fuck up you whiny ass bitch!)So now I am in a period of readjustment both physically and psychologically. Damn these night shifts. Well, as the coming weeks roll on, my hope is there may be change on the horizon. Not great change, but change none the less, that might improve things to some extent. So I guess I shall see soon enough.

Maybe later I will talk about my friends across the street. The Crazies. That is it! I have stumbled upon their Blog name! Fuckin A! So there is Mr and Mrs. Crazy, who have Motormouth, Badseed, and of course Man-baby. Well they also have Jeremy, but he is generally quiet (you know what they say about those quiet kids, and he is like a pressure cooker waiting to go off, I swear he is) and lives somewhere else most of the time. I seem to have become suddenly motivated, as if I have broken through to the other side!

Catching Up With Jay...

Ok… So, where do I start? It has been almost a week since I last posted and several days before that post since I made a previous post to the last post! Did that make sense? It did to me. So the plain truth of it is, I have been busy. Strait out busy to the point by the time my day ended, the last thing I wanted to do is look at a blinding pixilated screen searing the inner cones of my eye even more that they already after log 11 hour days staring into PC screens.

Yeah, a short entry would have sufficed, but you know, all the fucking comments I get… who gives a shit, right? Ok so for the moment I am her for me. I am back on my regular shift which totally sucks ass, or nuts? I think in this case, nuts, big fucking bear nuts does this suck! I feel like my eyelids are coated with coarse sandpaper and every time I blink, I shave another millimeter away from my pupil.

So if you have been checking in, reading in general or whatever, you will know I was working five day shifts. I clocked some good OT, and got some decent normal diurnal cycle sleep. The other pros to this was that I got to have the pervious Saturday afternoon (although I did take about 4 hrs to sleep upon coming home) through Tuesday off, returning to work on Wednesday morning. I was able to spend time with the family, do some yard work, take the mower in for repairs, and enjoy some decent time off. I even made some job contacts and have a few things in the works. The cons to the whole day shift thing is… we had a shitstorm of activity each day and basically spent time on the phone for all those days trying to clean up shit that really should have been taken care of months ago, but which got high visibility because people are now talking about contracts and money. So the end all, is that I stayed busy form the moment I came in, till the time I left which was at least one hour later than my scheduled time. Not that I am complaining, because I made some pretty decent extra money, but I came home later and had less time at home that I normally would have, and blah, blah blah. The biggest benefit to that was, I Missed Crazy Neighbor T and her Daughter Motormouth, and the man-baby. Trust me, missing those people is a HUGE pro to working days.

So here I am back at work on the night shift getting used to being a vampire once again. As I worked all the way through Sunday, I did have all of Monday off and got some things accomplished and had a decent time. I woke up a little later than normal, getting out of bed by 8AM, showered got myself some breakfast, while Mimi took care of the girls, and went to pick up the lawn mower I had taken to get fixed the week before. Then after spending a few moments with Mimi and the little one, I went to my son’s school, picked him up, we ate lunch, and saw Star Wars.

Side note: This episode is a great movie. It is a defining movie and completes the circle. I think it is the best movie he made, and probably what he wanted the original movie, episode IV to actually be. The whole things starts like a roller coaster and is fast moving all the way through the end. Now I am not one of those folks all into SW or anything, but I know the story, and I think it is something that I feel is a big deal for me and my generation. I never had all the action figures or anything quite like that. I did have some models I built, but I am not a fanatic. This story of movies has been a great undertaking and has spanned the from the time I was my son’s age to the age my father was when he first took me to see Star Wars. However, the Episode III movie had some issues in the middle. I think it ran more like a series of scenes rather than a story and quite frankly if I could tell Lucas one thing, it would have been to split the episode into two parts and make it a five hour movie instead of squashing a bunch of scenes together to shorten it for a single viewing. I will stop there. I generally criticize movies because in the end, movies disappoint me, and many times books do the same because I think I do not want them to end. The resolution is a tremendous let down.

After the movie, my son and I walked around the mall,, because he wants to trade out his Nintendo DS for a PSP, basically because (and I have to agree) the DS sucks ass. We did some research, went to a couple of places, found a store where there are not part time ass-clowns working and I get a demo of the PSP, and my son has me convinced now that getting rid of his DS is a good move in light of the fact the PSP is a powerful piece of equipment. His only issue is how does he come up with the money for the PSP. So my son and I came home from the movie, we mowed and touch up the yard, then Mimi and I kicked back with some wine.

Thankfully I did not have another let down, although the little one was difficult to get to sleep and took much of the first hour, we did watch 24 and I was pleasantly pleased with the ending… you know why? Because it is not ending, there is next season, and Jack is now a fugitive. I won’t comment any further in case you have TIVO-ed and have not seen it. 24 is about the only show that I plan around (actually for the first season and this season, I lost interest in season 2 and 3). The first season was awesome, the second was ok, the third was like “Terrorist 90210” the parts I saw was like watching a soap. This season was outstanding!

So that pretty much brings me up to today in general. What do I have in the hopper to talk about?

Motormouth
Shitty Parenting (I am glad you were the bad guy)
My Son’s new business
More on how “Jay hates his fucking job”
I have a story idea (bear in mind any story bearing a resemblance or directly copying from what I publish is a fraudulent) and if anyone can tell me what to do with it or help me get this published I will certainly share the rewards!
I love the warm/hot weather, and sex with Mimi (ok, some more reminiscing).

So as the week progresses, I shall discuss more about these topics.

Reversal of Fortune and Pissing off Fate...

OK, so yeah… I punked out. I missed a planned entry. Well, as it were, I had a temporary reversal of fortune. A reversal that was threatened already… But I will touch on that in a bit.

So I cannot stand my job. But why? Well, I sort of re-evaluated a lot today. Mind you I may change my mind by Sunday., but at this moment I have changed my mind about my job. That is the function I perform on a day to day basis. The job in general, when you lump in the general bullshit, the shitty pay, and the constant flux circling around me, still sucks!

So, I know… what the fuck happened? Well, on Monday I got a call from the office. Initially, my thoughts were that someone wanted to “follow-up” (code lingo for, we want to waste your time and get some information and additional minutia of detail that we need to burn someone). Later that evening I got another call. This time I answered it, because I knew if I did not I would get hounded all night more than likely. As it turned out, there was a problem to which someone had to attend. Therefore, schedules needed to be changed.

Now, my reversal of fortune, I am working the day shift for the next five days. Now how fucking sick is this? I am working over the weekend. Something I would never consider doing on general principal unless it was for something I was directly responsible. However, I have had such the seven month proverbial fucking, that this is the best fucking break I could get. I mean I got almost four days off, and I get to see my kids in the evening and sleep with my wife for well over a week without interruption and I score some over time.

Why did I reevaluate my job? Working the day shift is easier. I have all sorts of resources at my fingertips and I have management across the way from where we are located. Most folks who want to work nights do so to be away form management, and the bullshit of the day. Me, I thrive on that shit. And I work my best during the day. So a colleague of mine hits me up for some info on my position. She has been offered one of our new spots, which may allow me to move into days, but at any rate, she asked me if she should move from her current position into one of our spots. After she asked me, it occurred to me, what I really dislike is that I work nights, I don’t get differential pay and that I rarely get OT. Outside of that, if I worked days during the week I would be fine with it.

Now that cruel bitch Fate was fucking with me. As fortune took me under his wings for a few days, Fate said…” Oh no you don’t! I told you, you are MY bitch!” So today on the way home what happens… My car starts overheating. I cannot believe this shit. I could not be further in the sticks unless I were in Chatooga County and someone were yelling at me, “squeal like a pig!” So I pull over, there is a line of cars (I am pulled over on a two lane road with my car parked on a short gravel road next to an old wooden rusted barn that is about to fall over. On the other side of my car is one those wooden fences, fencing off a pasture.

So there I am, it’s hot, my car is steaming I have a pair of nicely shined Bostonians in the middle of this gravel road in the sticks and people are passing (this is how cool folks are in the south), asking if they can help. One lady tossed me a bottle of water. Keeping my cool, knowing my car, and having faith in it and Fortune, after a couple of stops for water and gently nursing my car, I made it home, defying that bitch Fate. She wants me, but not for anything good, at least, not yet. So what the fuck do I have to do for her?

Well, regardless, Fortune is with me this week. At least I hope he is… and hope he stays with me.

The weekend was pretty decent, I got a lot done. Mowed the lawn, took another mower to get fixed, took my son to one of his sporting events, watched my daughter and her little friend while Mimi went for a walk and took a shower. I cleaned our hot tub

BTW… If you know ANYTHING about Leisure Bay Spas, specifically one’s with the XTREME-TECH control pad, I need some HELP, so leave a comment or email me. I have somehow managed to lock the system and cannot set the temp, turn on the jets, etc… So is Fate fucking with me at home too? WTF is that all about, geez!

I got the car washed, made dinner a couple of times, and had fun with my family. Oh and Mimi, found she likes fucking in our converted garage with the doors open. I never realized how open it really was. My initial thought was that, it’s the garage, who will see us? As things unfolded, some gentle spanking on her ass, stripping her little plaid shirt and her short (very short) white blouse off her and me going down on her, I realized ummmm, that we were not far off the street. In reality it was very dicey. I think both of us realized it, and that made it even hotter.

Well, I need to close for the moment, and yeah I know I that description was little more than a tease, but I will expand upon our activities in the next day or so if she has not already.

Fate's Bitch...

I paid last night. Paid big time! So prior to last night, although my job in general sucks ass, I had a relatively decent week. Long, boring, uneventful evenings, that is how I like it. Remember, this is just a job to me and I am marking time till I get something I want to do. So, last night I paid in spades for the Friday night fucking I got.

Fate, such a lovely lady, she has a sense of humor up there with God. Probably because they work hand in hand. Fate came to fuck me last night and she had a massive wooden, splintery strap-on that she used on me. I didn’t even get lube. I was Fate’s Bitch, sort of like Michael Jackson in San Quentin. I was MJ and she was this 500lb burly bald dude who was going to fuck me because he can. She bent me over and rammed that strap-on right up my ass. She was probably laughing the whole time. She was my Zed and there was no Butch to come save me. By the end of the night I was feeling violated and completely exhausted. To make matters worse, I was tired going into last night, so my fatigue just made things even more unbearable. I cringed each time the phone rang or I was paged. At one point I threw my headset and said, “fuck this shit, I need to just pick up my toys and go home.” Had I done that, I would be unemployed right now, so thankfully I had the sense not to give into my Id and bound out of that place like Flash on Red Bull.

So my evening started as soon as I walked in the door and I was slapped in the face with an issue that just could not wait until Monday or even the morning. This issue started several months prior. SO there was that to deal with, and all the people trying to solve the problem were going at it like a monkey trying to fuck a football. I mean no one could grasp the idea of what to do next or follow some course of action. So why did I have to get on and deal with the shit? Because the guy who was in charge of this whole issue, who decided to up the ante and involve my group went to sleep at 11PM, approximately 45 minutes after he decided he needed all these new players on-board (granted, the guy had been up since 4AM, but WTF; why at 10:15 do we deiced to make a big deal only to bolt). In addition, my management says this has to absolutely be taken care of by Monday because executives from our company and this other company are going to be talking and so since this has been going on for more than three months, we just now decided to stop drinking and smoking out, and decide to pull the cram session before Monday fucking morning so we pass the test we should have been studying for all along! What a crock of shit. So even now as I type, I am sure there are more players being added and this issue continues to drone on in our group almost 24 hours after the bets were upped.

So, this could have ended and I would have been satisfied. But nope… Fate is still paying me back.She is ramming me hard going “hammana, hammana, oh Ralphie!” Because you cannot have a completely quiet week. So now she is going to come get you. The rest of the night I got pages, and the phone was going crazy and the IMs were flying and problems abounded. Now there are a number of reasons I hate my job, for example this whole 3rd shift things completely blows Technicolor chunks. But if it were something low pressure, then I guess I could deal with it. But nope, the pressure is on all the time. My management manages by what I call the You Fuck-up and You Get a Week Vacation – UNPAID management style. That’s right… a week suspension for fucking up. I wouldn’t mind what I did if I were a fucking robot. But my problem is I like to think and my job requires little thinking. My job requires following lists that do not work for every situation, but they want the list followed in every situation. You fuck-up in a way that costs the company money… “Well See ya cowboy!”

So there are things going on all night, and checklists to be followed and issues overlapping other issues and people being woken up all night long. Our entire group should have just come in for work last night. I started to run out of people to call on for assistance because so much was happening.

Now I have to tell you, I have had two calls from recruiters in the last couple of days, for jobs in distant cites from where I am/or willing to relocate. I told them thanks but no thanks. I am not that desperate yet. But, if I have another night from the 13th round of hell like I did last night, I might start considering moving to Asshat Minnesota or Butt-fuck Montana. You never know, there could be some hidden thriving metropolis that no one knows about, where the weather conditions are artificially controlled and it’s a great big secret to the rest of the world because of all the sandy beaches they have created in what I consider the cold wastelands of the US are available only to those with the “In.” No offense if you live up north or in the Midwest or whatever… I am a southern boy and just prefer my neck of the woods, just as you folks prefer yours as opposed to the world of rednecks I live in.

I digress once again. I needed to get this post out. I am working on a couple of hours of sleep at the moment, but I felt the need to post something today and once again… I was going to write about something else, but alas, my suck ass job got in the way again.

I'm a Lion!

I think if there were no Mimi (but thankfully there is a Mimi), the Hot Librarian would be high up on my list of women I would want to meet. Her blog isn't a sex blog or anything, but she is just cool. She write's like I think.

So I am cruising her site and I am led to this quiz. I do not normally do these quizzes, but this cracked me up... Mimi, you gotta check this out. I want to know what you are!



Take the What
animal best portrays your sexual appetite?? Quiz

Supplemental Post… I Need Help!

OK, so here is the deal, I am not an HTML kinda guy. I do most of my web work using Dreamweaver (DW MX these days). I can fumble with HTML, and using common sense figure some things out, but I do not know the code.

So Mimi, is using Dan Bowman’s “Thisaway Rose” as her template on her blog site. For some odd reason her sidebar as shifted so all her links and such fall to the bottom of the page. Now I understand this is a known issue, but nothing very informative has been published on correcting this. Blogger says there is something which is pushing the margins and thus, shifting the sidebar. Well, that is cool and all, but I cannot find it. I have gone through all her entries and looked for extra characters or spacing, I have removed all her links and tested, I have adjusted the sidebar margins in the wrappers. I have done a lot to try to fix this. Would someone pull the Source, look through it and give me some suggestions. The folks at Blogger are rather reticent to help me. So I hope maybe you folks could help us. Thanks!

To Kill a Molester...

I had planned on writing a bit about Motormouth today, I want to comment on Mimi’s blog entry for today (she says, in a way, these blogs of ours are a conversation between us, and to a degree I agree with her), I had something else I was going to comment on which has now slipped my mind. I am not going onto any of that.

I was driving home this morning listening to my favorite morning show. One of the guys began discussing the murder of the two girls in Zion, Illinois. I saw red. They were discussing it in some depth, and my red became redder and redder.

You scum sucking pieces of feces from a wretchedly large turd that has landed on the bottom of the ocean. I really cannot think of anything lower you fucks. That is right I am talking to you Jerry Hobbs, and all the rest of you fucking maggots who need to die immediately (if I had the choice I would pull trigger myself and smile as each bullet entered your heads) because you like molesting and/or killing children.

I get pissed about a lot of things like idiot Dems (sorry if you are one, but you piss me off. I am not debating this, I am simply making a statement), like out of control gas prices, like corporate America and how they suck the lives out of its workers and fuck them at the same time, and a number of other things. They all piss me off. But they really are little more than an annoyance.

What really cranks me up are those fuckers we call monsters. They are not monsters, they are cowards, they are fucking viruses that have been unleashed upon the public. They are bad seeds. The best part of their genetics dripped down the inner thighs of their mothers. They are abortions that never happened.

The bible says judge not lest you be judged first. The evil cowardly beings do not apply. They should be immediately put to death. They cannot be rehabilitated and should not be given the chance to do so. You fuckers in Florida who killed those two girls recently… You are lucky I did not get to you first. I would have enjoyed the misery I would have inflicted upon you. Jerry Hobbs, once you plead guilty you should be shot on the spot. No trial, no civil rights, nothing, you should die. I would pull the trigger myself.

So you all get the point I absolutely hate these fuckers. I cannot turn a cheek, nor can I resist throwing a stone. They are the lowest form of life on this planet and do not have the human right to live. Never has anything brought out such vehemence in me than the infliction of abuse and murder on a child. The first time I experienced this was when my son was about two years old. I watched the movie Ransom. That is one of the most difficult movies I have ever watched next to Hamburger Hill.

What Mel Gibson’s character does is just brilliance. By now you should all have seen this movie, so this should not be a spoiler. Mel’s character, a multi-millionaire takes the ransom asked for his son, turns it around and on TV puts the ransom up as a bounty. Then later he doubles it. The point is, the bad guys would NEVER see a cent of the money. I won’t get into the details, but there is another part between he and his wife where she asks if the money is worth their son. He says, its not about the money, it’s the fact, the bad guys are bad guys, and their intent is collecting the money and more than likely asking for more or killing their child. These people are scum. He would rather see them dead. I would do the same. I would ask for them alive. I would ask for them to be delivered to me. I would take care of them myself.

Watching that movie, my heart kept up a fast beat. I felt rage and hatred towards Gary Sinise’s character. I could feel the adrenaline pumping. I saw red and black. While watching that movie, I could not imagine the shit I would want to rain down upon the fucker who did that to my son. Now every time I read about these pathetic excuses for life and how they have molested and or killed a child I get the same way. I might not feel so badly, but they are not kept in general population anymore at their jailing facilities. These sexual offenders are kept in a different area most of the time. The child molesters are especially kept away from gen pop, because their days will be numbered. Remember Damer? That fucker was killed the first time he was released into gen pop. What was the excuse that he was put in there? It was a mistake. I think not. He was put in there because someone didn’t mind him dying violently, not so differently than his victims died.

I believe in vigilante justice when it comes to those fuckers. I believe we have a responsibility to clean house and get them out of OUR general population so our children remain safe and free from the like of those who want to molest and kill our children. I know this is a dark and uncharacteristically vehement post. However, when listening to how Jerry Hobbs killed his own daughter and her friend, the rage surged and I need a release. I want you to think about the, “what if…” what if that was your daughter or son he slaughtered? So defenseless those girls were, he stabbed those children many, many, times. He was just released form prison and he snaps, killing his daughter. The parole board did not recognize this guy was a menace?

Too late now… SO it is up to us. We need to do something about these people. Now in all honesty, I am not truly advocating the village mob with a lynching and the torturing of these scummy fuckers, but we need to pull together and go to our local, state and federal government and demand them to do something. I mean not just make “tougher laws” but I mean make the justice swift and final. They do not deserve any rights what so ever. If they are directly linked, especially with DNA, to the death, there should be no appeal, no 10 years before their death. Most of these pieces of shit, confess anyway. They play the, oh I am so sick, and I cannot help myself card. I say fine treat them like a virus and eradicate them.

SO to those of you who have labored through this post, I apologize for such vehemence. In general I am not normally like this, but this issue just sent me over yet, again.

Sleeping with Voyeuristic Tendencies…

I think I have already mentioned how much I dislike my job. I am feeling better physically, which I believe I might have mentioned yesterday. What I dislike about the whole situation aside from simply not being home with my family at night and sleeping with Mimi, is in general, this whole sleeping during the day thing really sucks.

I just got a new guy on my shift. He was working days and then as is apparent by my statement, put on my shift. I had thought I was just being a big pussy or something because it seems like every couple of weeks I catch a cold (I do try to keep myself healthy doing things like using vitamins, washing my hands all the time, using hand sanitizers, drinking lots of water, etc…), and I generally feel like a zombie. I don’t get that time with my family I would normally have working a normal schedule. Sure, sometimes I would get calls in the middle of the night, sure, I had to work weekends from time to time, and sure, I had to work late hours. But that was not on a consistent basis. Now I walk around like a zombie much of the time, I sleep when my family is up and am awake while my family sleeps.

So this new guy and I are talking. And you know what, I am not a big pussy, well unless of course we both are, which in that case there are now two big pussies on night shift. Point being, that no one I know on my shift has even similar family dynamics like that of mine. With the exception of this new guy, mind you his are not exactly the same, his kids are a bit older than mine, but suffice it to say, his wife walks on egg shells during the day, the kids do too when they get home from school, and he hears every noise. His wife also is pissed she never sees him anymore, and he has been feeling ill as I have recently in the past and on a pretty consistent basis.
Not to one-up this the new guy, but even his situation is not so bad. Today, I came home after working an extra two hours (woohoo OT, yeah baby!), ate some lunch/breakfast (whatever my meals are called these days), saw Mimi, gave her a kiss, saw my little girl and gave her a kiss, and went up to bed. I popped an Ambien, read some of a book I am reading (it is pure fluff, I am so embarrassed I am reading this schlock I am not even going to mention it, but suffice it to say, it is an easy read), then reached over to the drawer to get my egg (oh that would be my wife – Hahaha, she loves to masturbate, and I love to watch her) and promptly began to fall asleep. I probably crashed about 1230 or so.

Side note: So when I was a kid, I would go over to my buddy’s house and spend the night. We would do all sort of stupid shit. He was deep into star trek and sci-fi, and he had all these books with blu prints of different ships from Star Trek and Star Wars (I bet if he kept that stuff it would be worth a fortune on eBay!), and we would create blueprints of brand new ships and the such. We would play monopoly with two boards and double the money, or play “pong” (yeah this was even before Atari), and just goof around. Now you are probably thinking that shit would keep you up all night. Well our normal plan would be to stay up as late as we could. I believe we once made it till 4AM before we crashed. My buddy said he learned if you do not look at the clock, you would not get tired and you would forget about time which innately told your body through a Pavlovian response, that it really was time to go to sleep. OK, so at 8 years old we didn’t know about Pavlov and psychological responses like this. But we did get the basic concept that you do not look at the clock, and you keep busy, and time will fly by.

So since I have been on this bullshit schedule, I do the same thing in reverse. My alarm clock has not been set in months now. It never shows the correct time. As a matter of fact, it flashes, so I never know what time it is from that clock. My wife’s clock is turned so I cannot see it, so the only clock in the room I have to tell time is the cable box. So I never look at these clocks until I am sure I want to get up, therefore I really never know what time it is when I am sleeping (this plays a part in the rest of my story). Side Note: Over.

I am dreaming, it’s a deep sleep. I am blissfully in another world, not even realizing there is a real world out there. I don’t want to come back to the real word for Christ’s Sake. I want to be blissfully ignorant. Hell I would take the Matrix at this point so long as I was rich and didn’t remember this shit. Well that is not actually true, I love my family, so they would have to come as well. But everyone else could pretty much fuck-off. I digress once again. So this hand reaches down and swiftly yanks me out of my blissful drug induced sleep like a baby being yanked from the womb. A shrill shrieking cry of the banshee emanates from all around me it is a horrible sound. Like an evil that takes your breath away… No, that is my daughter and her friend playing. In their own blissful unknowing manner, they have cried the death cry of the Sirens, I mean all of them! I swear it lasted for many minutes. I woke, and I kept myself from; a)looking at the clock since I did not want to freak out and start worrying about how little time I had left to sleep; b) looking at the clock and realizing how little time I was asleep and how I had to work hard to get back to sleep; and c) getting up and losing my shit on my wife who could not control these wailing children and the two little toddler girls who could fuck up a MJ free throw like a air horn during the NBA finals in his last game while being down by 3 points with 2 seconds on the clock (bear in mind this was a metaphor, and I have no fucking clue about the last NBA game MJ played during the finals).

I just kept my eyes closed, and went back to sleep. Thankfully. Mimi, my dearest wife, even let me sleep till 7:30, even after the horrific day she had partially due to incessant crying and wailing of these little girls. I have to admit, they woke me upseveral times, but thanks to my little friend Ambien, I managed to stay asleep today. Speaking of my wife’s bad day. I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and looked down to the main floor to see my wife cleaning up. I could tell just by watching her for a short moment, she was ticked off. It is funny how instantly you can tell your spouses mood and not even have to speak with them. You may be thinking, these two little girls could probably piss anyone off if they cried all day long. But Mimi’s troubles do not end with the girls. They were only a fraction of my wife’s woes. There is Motormouth to contend with on a daily basis. I think I will talk about Motormouth later.

On another note, I did not get to do anything of extreme sexual consequence with Mimi this weekend as I had anticipated (we did have some other really hot sex, you can read about it in her blog). The idea was to have sex in our converted garage, late at night with the doors wide open. I have further decided when this does happen, I will tie her up by binding her hands above her head and fastening the rope overhead. She likes the ides, but also wants to wear a school girl outfit she has, and have me spank her with my belt. I really need a new battery for my camcorder! Maybe this weekend. My other thought was Mimi enjoyed the couple of times she has had to surrender her clothes and be naked with no way to easily get them (here is one instance) in a semi public place. Sunday afternoon, I may do that to her again, and see what happens. And if you have not extrapolated the fetish, yes I do have a thing about Mimi outdoors and in public. For this sort of amusement, check out voyeurweb. I highly recommend the site!

Maybe someone could comment and tell me what they think.

* Mimi Overexposed…

I need to get off my ass and post a pic of my wife. She is so sexy, I think about her quite often. As a matter of fact, I took a pic of her several months ago, cropped it dropped it to a spare memory card, took it to Walmart (no comments from you anti-Walmart folks), ran it through the Kodak machine, bought a frame and wallah! I brought it into work. I am so shallow too, because I know my wife is really very beautiful. She looked like a princess on our wedding day (reminding me I should bring in a wedding picture too). So I brought the picture to work because I do like to look over at her when I start down the path of loathing this pit of hell that I have been thrown into while I live out the punishment for past transgressions waiting for my parole back to a normal earthly career position among professionals.

However, besides the fact I do like having my better half at work, and the fact she is quite pretty, I recall walking the floor one evening looking at other cubes and in other offices and noticing some not so attractive women. I recall saying to myself, that I have a beautiful wife and well I am going to put up a pic of her just to show her off. BTW, she is a 9.1 on Hot or Not. I am vain about my wife. I still wonder how I could have hooked such a woman as my wife with her intelligence and beauty. She is the consummate southern belle. At any rate, I do like to show my wife off in many ways.

On Sunday, we had a lot to do. As you all know, it was Mother’s day. I made breakfast for her and let her sleep in. Unfortunately she got to experience the how peaceful our house is when our daughter is up and roaming about. She is very much like her mother and has a strong will. Along with this will is the fact our daughter will with not pretense, voice herself when she is not getting her way in the only way an almost two year old can voice herself… With blood curdling squeals and screams. On top of that, we have a parrot who has an extensive vocabulary and library of noises. These noises and one way conversations start at the first rays of light. Sunday whilst I was dealing with my daughter, trying to convince my son to watch his sister, while I made breakfast, the bird decided he would compete with the baby, my son’s half-hearted attempts to tell his sister to, “come here,” and the TV.

During all this, I managed to get Mimi’s Mother’s Day presents together, breakfast cooked, and just as I was about to get my son to wake his mother up from her blissful sleep, she wonders downstairs, and I told her I would have come up and woken her up. She looks over at me from the great room and says, I don’t know how you sleep though all of that every day!”

So her mother was coming over later that afternoon and needed to do some things before her parents came over. So I let Mimi go get cleaned up, and I watch the little one. A little while later Mimi comes down wearing a dress. She has these little summer dresses, that are all made of this very thin material. The ones I especially like have the spaghetti straps and are accessible from both top and bottom. At any rate, this in itself excited me, as I always enjoy feeling her up while we are out and about.

So she feeds the little one some lunch and off to bed for her. I get a shower, and our son sets in to listen out for his sister while we go run an hour worth of errands. The first stop we had to make was the ATM to deposit a check. She had never done this before and wanted to know how, so we parked the car, went to the ATM and with me looking over her shoulder I guided her in the task of depositing the check. I could not help myself. Seeing my wife’s hour glass shape and feeling her under the dress, I had to lift the dress and run my hands over her ass and her hips down the front and under her panties. I maintain she wore this outfit on purpose. Some months ago we were shopping at the grocery store by ourselves and she was wearing this little skirt of hers. For some reason I got it in my head I wanted her to take her panties off. Most of the time, she does not wear panties, however that day she was, so I asked her to take them off. She was pretty hesitant since we were in the middle of the grocery store. I told her I wanted them off and reached up under the skirt pulling the skirt up some and tugging at the panties. Meeting little resistance, I started slowly pulling her panties off in the store. Finally, to the floor they fell. I bet over picked them up and pulled her skirt up again, and massaged her shaven lips and slight patch of hair. We then went about finishing up the shopping. When we got out to the car she told me how hot that was and as she got in the car spread her legs showing me her very wet pussy so I could see how much that turned her on.

So after that escapade, here we are at the ATM me pulling her dress up massaging her pussy, and behind us a main road teaming with cars passing by was our backdrop. Since Mimi did not stop me and because I could feel the wetness between her legs getting ever so moist, I pulled the dress up all over as I began to remove her panties. They fell to the concrete, and I picked them up. Then she dropped the ATM receipt, and bent over to get it, but as she did so I just had to run my hands over her bare ass and once again, up came her dress. He lips as I ran my hands between her legs had swollen and were even wetter now.

Mimi stood up, and we went back to the car. Knowing we were going to the store, I though I might replay things by having her put her panties back on under the dress. We got back to the car, and since she had wanted to drive she got into the driver seat and I handed her panties back to her and asked her to put them back on, she was a bit confused, but she complied. Well we got caught. As her dress was somewhat hiked, her panties half way on, her pussy exposed to whomever, a car drove into the parking lot and the guy in the car looked right at her. Mimi, seemed to be quite embarrassed at all of this, and in a slight huff, got into the car. I have to admit it was kind of sexy, and I think she thought so on some level, but as she was slightly embarrassed, she did not want to discuss the issue.

The rest of the trip was uneventful since we looked at the time and realized how little time we had to do the rest of things we needed to accomplish before her parents arrived. I did get to spank her some that night, but I may leave her to discuss that or maybe I shall talk about it later this week.

The Crazy People Across the Street & Crazy Ex's...

I came in tonight wondering if I was going to:

A: Write an entry tonight
B: If I was going to write about something, what would I write about…

So its not that I didn’t want to write anything, I just did not have anything interesting to write about. I am feeling better today, my cold is subsiding as is my cough. But like that is really big news or even interesting to read about. I still loathe my job, and have not been offered a job. So I have not stumbled onto anything interesting yet!

I come in to work tonight, get settled in and thankfully it is a wonderfully blissful, slow and boring evening. I pray for these nights. After all is calm, and tasks have been assigned, and I have done all those things I am supposed to do, I check out a blog I read most everyday. And holy shit, this guy has done all the work for me. He has given me a clear cut topic to talk about. Crazy fucking spouses and Ex’s.

I think this is an issue of epidemic proportions in our country and we need to do something about it! This guy I am talking about has an ex that is a total bitch. His ex just fucked up royally, and instead of dealing with her shit, she wants to not only make her ex miserable but drag their child through the pile of shit she has created.

Well, as dramatic and interesting (I mean interesting like a freaking train wreck) his crazy ex is, I am personally witnessing a meltdown of two people that were driven into chaos by two conniving crazy ex’s. Mimi and I had become pretty unhappy since November because of my job and the financial strain we find ourselves in, but when the worlds of our neighbors not just collided but drove itself like a train from hell right into our world as if it were some blob of shit that could no longer fit in their house, but had to find another place to inhabit too, we realized how thankful we were for what we have and each other!

So we have these neighbors across the street, I will call then E (husband) and T (wife). Each of them have their own stories which are pretty insane, but the two of them together could make an effing Lifetime Channel movie. So E is this mild mannered guy. He works from the house, and has an immaculate house and lawn. He is set too, his house is paid, he has almost no debt, a steady job and career, and is in his Mid 30s. A generally nice guy, pretty much what any mid 30’s woman would be looking for in a man. T (this is based on only knowing her a short time before things began disintegrating) is an attractive woman (I say this from a general perspective, she is not my type though), she seemed nice, a little chatty, but generally a pretty cool woman. She had three kids, her oldest a girl and two younger boys, one my son’s age. We didn’t know too much about her to begin with, but she was likable.

So I am at work one day, and I get this call from Mimi on my cell phone. I was on a conference call, but since it was Mimi calling my mobile I knew it was something at least fairly urgent. I answer, and she begins to tell me how the police were across the street and continues to give me a blow by blow description as the door gets broken in, and cops go in, and then all sort of stuff starts getting taken out of the house to include his computer. At first we thought E might be laying dead in the house until all the stuff started being confiscated.

As we spoke, we realize we have not seen E for several days. Towards the end of the week we learn he had been in jail the whole week, and was arrested at work two days after getting married to T. The end story was that his crazy ex called the police and told them he had been molesting their daughter. E’s ex live in the next state over and is an alcoholic and a drug addict. She got custody of their daughter by taking her to the state they live in, filing divorce from her mother’s domicile and entering rehab, thus allowing her to get custody.

Meanwhile, as all this is happening, T’s ex starts filing for all kinds of crazy shit among filing for custody of the kids. All of these kids have been with her since the divorce, and her ex is a deadbeat with a minimum wage job living at home with his parents. In the court’s infinite wisdom, they split custody so T gets her daughter and youngest child, who by the way is the spawn of Satan himself, I am convinced. Her ex got the middle child. So then there is a question of child support. Not sure how this shook out except that child support ended up being a wash, which I still think is bullshit.

So now E and T are married, and the world suddenly comes down on them. E gets out of jail, and is restricted from being around ANY children ANY time without another adult present. As things turn out, Mimi and I find out that the two ex’s somehow found out about one another, didn’t like the idea of E and T getting hitched and so they conspired to put a double whammy on the newly wed couple.

I have to tell you, there is a lot of shit that has gone on with these two and the story is like a freakin book. Should I get requests I will revisit the subject and tell more about their soap operatic life. However, to bring you up to the present, T got pregnant, and the child is about my daughter’s age, they are now in debt up to their asses in legal fees defending themselves, E’s mom has been thrown in jail because of T’s ex so the in-laws hate the other spouse, and now these two are crumbling. All the while the threat of real jail time is looming over E because of his ex’s fucking ex’s charge of molestation.

Like I said before, I could write forever about these two. Mimi might even write some about them at some point. The reason I mention them is to tell anyone with crazy ex’s that things could be worse. These two got married hoping to make a better life, and yet, their crazy ex’s have been determined to make E & T’s marriage a living hell. So much that they are on the verge of a divorce.

All I know is there is a bunch of lawyers making a bunch of money by sucking the life out of all these people who want to make each other miserable. So if you ever consider whether a lawyer really gives a shit about you or your situation, the answer is; only till the money runs out, and their interest was only the money and winning in the first place. You are just another mark for them. It is a shame we have to debase ourselves, and are forced to use lawyers to dissolve a marriage that was put in an irreparable way because one or the other of the couple ultimately decided to say fuck this marriage. Because in the end that is what they said, fuck this marriage.

My disclaimer… If you are a lawyer and are reading this, until I am proven incorrect, I know only one lawyer (he is one of my best buds) that is worth a shit. The rest are blood sucking leeches on our society.

A joke I heard last night:

Why does New Jersey have all the chemical manufacturing industry and pollution and New York have all the lawyers?

A. New Jersey had the choice.

Coughing, Panties and Gestures of Endearment...

I am still sick. I swear, if this continues I am going to literally cough one of my lungs up. I think I would feel better if a lung flew out of my mouth during one of these fits. I have not smoked in almost four years now. I recall one time I had a pretty bad cold whilst I smoked and I had to stop smoking for the duration of the sickness. I could not breath; it literally was a labor to take a breath. Then the cough kicked in, and I hacked and hacked until one day I pulled a muscle in my side. After that, every time I coughed not only would my chest burn as if I had just run a marathon at twenty miles per hour in Denver, but I had this agonizing pain that doubled me over each time I coughed as if Lucifer himself popped up from hell and with all his might stabbed me in the side creating this searing all over pain.. To tell you the truth, I am not that bad yet. I just hope I am not on my way to experience that again. I can tell you that I did experience that cough where you hack until there is no oxygen left in your body and you get that light headed feeling with a drug-like induced wave of high-ness and momentary paralysis and tingle of the body. I recovered quickly hoping for it to occur again. Any time feeling euphoria at the moment is welcome. If it didn’t cost so much to go to the emergency room, I would start wishing for a kidney stone so I could score some righteous haze inducing drugs.

But enough of my hacking cough, my sheer exhaustion, and shitty job! Well I had not hit the last two subjects, but I am going to skip them all together. I want to talk about my wife, Mimi. So I remember the first time I saw her. She had much shorter hair than she does now (she grew it so I could pull upon it while slapping her ass, and taking her from behind – well actually not, she grew it because I asked and then she discovered she has really beautiful spiral curl hair), tan legs, this short off-white dress, and heels. She also was wearing panties. I add this in because I had dared her not to wear any when we met for dinner, so to check if she was wearing panties, I did a quick panty check. How did I do this? I am giving away a guy secret here… I did a quick hip check while opening the door for her to the restaurant. With one hand I opened the door and the other I moved to her waist and let it ride down to her hip feeling for the familiar panty line against the dress fabric. She had it and was wearing panties, she lost the dare. Did I get them off of her, you ask? Maybe I will discuss that another time. But I digress.

I pretty much fell for her that night. Anytime I think of how much I love my wife I think back to that time. I did so tonight. Now, where I am going with this is, for any of you ladies who happen to read my blog, assuming ANYONE does, I hope you all do this for your boyfriend or husbands. I know we rarely if ever reciprocate and we should, and I know after a while us guys lose that whole romantic thing, and it annoys and frustrates the hell out of you. I still say you should do what I am about to discuss regardless of what a romantic slacker your significant other is, because even though we do not overtly show our appreciation, we truly do enjoy it and makes us remember what fabulous ladies you are. No, I am not talking about blow jobs and swallowing, I also may touch on that some other time.

I am talking about cards and notes. I am feeling shitty, I am tired and hate this hell hole I go to each night. I would rather be at home sleeping with my wife feeling her warm bare ass against me in the middle of the night than dealing with the bullshit I have to endure on a nightly basis. However, I find tonight more bearable, as do I, on all those nights I receive her surprises, which give me that little extra push to get through the night. I open my lunchbox and find a card from my wife, which contains a nice little love note. Nothing long and overly gushing, just a note with something that says how much she loves me and such things. This is a great surprise. Now you guys who are reading this, if you think this is somewhat gay, I tell you I am quite comfortable with my heterosexuality, and I promise you, if your wife or girlfriend doesn’t do this, then drop her a hint, tell her to read my blog, or just simply tell her to drop you a card telling you how much you are appreciated. The first time you get one, you will realize how cool it is to get such a note.

I keep her notes and cards too. I have a number of them. Now back a year or more ago, when I liked my position, and I was happy regardless of the money I was making, I would get cards that were even better. So lately I have been receiving motivational cards and notes from Mimi, to keep me going, which is what I need from time to time. I used to get very naughty cards. As you may have already read, if you have checked her blog out, she is a nympho MILF. By reading these cards that would show up in my lunch box or my laptop bag, I would have sworn she went and finished herself off after writing the contents of the card or note. Sometimes I was paranoid that I would not catch it (seeing there was a note in my lunch box) and one of my buddies would see it sitting in my lunchbox and want to read it to the whole table. Normally she leaves a nice red kiss on the note, so it is pretty obvious there is some sort of interesting contents just waiting to be read. On some levels it would have been pretty hilarious seeing one of my buddies snatching the note or card and seeing their face as they started reading about how Mimi wanted to ride me and/or have me slap her ass or give me head, but of course at the same time on many other levels it would be quite awkward for everyone. Still funny, but awkward none the less.

Regardless (remember irregardless is a non-word and is a double negative and is probably not a word, although I am not sure since I have never tried to look up a double negative word which is meaningless in any event), leave your significant others a note or card from time to time. They are great, whether you want to just tell him you love him, want to fuck him, or tell him to hang in there. They are all appreciated. Once again, I know we do a lousy job reciprocating but I maintain, we will reciprocate in other ways and he will truly appreciate it whether it is overtly or deep down.

“…I Like Having a Detachable Penis”

OK, so it is 4:38 in the morning, and I am completely burnt. It was pretty busy in the beginning and things have trickled to nothing. Something I like, I prefer, I pray for… Boredom and no work.

In my previous life I had to pace myself, and make sure I left work on time to take my son to whatever sports practice he may be involved with, or not to be late to dinner during off seasons. I was energetic, and full of life, completely animated. I made a difference and I commanded a large shop. There was meaning and purpose.

Today, I am like WTF? I am a cog in a giant machine that will operate with or without me. I can be replaced anytime, and what I do really makes no difference. On top of that I let myself be duped into doing this bullshit job (not even a career). I cannot seem to balance the bullshit. I mean who do I take care of, myself or the team. If I fuck the team, then in the long run, I get fucked. If I bend deep and take it for the team, I still get fucked. So the question becomes which fucking do I prefer? In this case, I took it for the team for a pay off down the road. Been doing this for almost six months…. NO PAY-OFF!

Now, before my non-existent readers pass judgment like, WTF are you doing about your miserable pathetic existence instead of bitching about it? I am doing quite a bit. I just prefer not to write about it, something sort of superstitious about tallying up what interviews you have had and how many calls etc… especially when you just get shot down, time after time. I have gotten so close so many times, that I could hear that phone ring and the offer being made. Yet sadly, nada each time. I swear I had palpitations for an entire two days waiting on edge just knowing these guys were going to call, make me an offer and ask me when I could start, and I could just see myself walking into my managers office, telling him, to eff off, I am outta here. But no such luck. I have even started not to tell people I know and trust about these calls and interviews. When the big one comes, then I will make a big deal about it.

I also do not think I want to talk about it because I try to be a humble kind of guy. I am not a person who “dick measures.” Oh, not heard that term? I can’t recall where I picked it up but it is very true, us guys like to measure our dicks! So I have this buddy of mine. He is one (I know probably 5 incredibly intelligent people) of the smartest people I have ever met. This is probably his downfall. The guy cannot be satisfied. I mean for Christ sake, Mimi and I think at one time he was looking to fuck her, not even satisfied with is own wife. Hahaha! Okay, so I still recall the first time I meat L, and we started talking about what we did, he would try to one up me and many times succeeded in one-upping me. No matter what I said, he countered. That is just how L is. He is financially successful, has no college education and was prior military. In the past year where I have been unemployed and stuck at this hell hole I use to bring home a paycheck, he has literally had seven different jobs, and still is looking regardless where he lands, AND he makes a point at telling me about all his fortunes every chance he gets. That, my friends, is Dick Measuring. He has to pull his pud out and put it up against mine, just to make sure his is still bigger and fatter than mine.

I do not begrudge a friend his fortunes, as a matter of fact, I generally enjoy hearing about the fortunes of my friends and family. But there is a point that humility must speak to one and they should just shut the fuck up and stop measuring their dick with yours! Sadly this is not lost on their son B. I shit you not, only a few days ago I was having dinner with my family and my son starts going on about B and how he always give my son hell for not being able to play basketball well (on the contrary, it has turned out that my son is a pretty decent player after his first season playing ball), and when B is not making fun of of my son’s lack of playing playing prowess, B is bragging about his prowess on the court (unfortunately, even B’s Mom has admitted B really is not that good). And so my son goes on and makes me understand that it is not just basketball B rags on him about, but pretty much everything these days, especially when the little hottie these guys gravitate around is present. B has been interested in girls for a while, being about a year older than my son. My son is just starting to get the girl fever and does not understand the peacock dance that we males do around girls. Well as I learned from my son, my L’s son has started measuring dicks too, at the tender age of 12.

I grant you, that I bitch a lot, but that is one of the reasons I went ahead and started this blog. My wife needed a serious mental break form me bitching at her. I have become a virtual hermit since my professional life has scheduled itself opposite of all my buddies. I have no one I can relate this to, therefore Mimi gets the brunt of my woe and frustration. Something I am convinced leads to her end of the week blues. So tonight I am typing this all out whilst sick with my bi-weekly cold, hoping I can beat it down and possibly help give my wife a great Mother’s Day.

One more things about Mimi, she is really hot. I hope you read her latest post, cause even in my weekend sickly state, it made me horny. I sort of knew she did this already from prior conversations, but reading about it is pretty erotic.

As I finish this post and decide what the title will be so as not to give away the whole Dick Measuring thing, I heard a song that is apropos to this post and obscure, part of that whole 80’s/90’s transitional period of music. I was an alternative music junkie in the 80s so its pretty cool when you hear something after 20 years or so (BTW, if you check out my links and go to Day Glo Radio, they have some great obscure 80s music)The song is by King Missile and the name of it is Detachable Penis (use Limewire and look it up). Basically about a guy who lost his penis partying one night. Wonder if L would like to have one of those to better measure himself up against others. Wow, that was mean!

How Long Do I Have to Climb The Side Of My Mountain

This will be week number two of making blog entries to this weblog. So before I establish a true pattern of updates, I will do another week. However, it is starting to shape up I will make updates on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday mornings.

So outside the fact, I cannot stand this job, I am up in the middle of the night instead of sleeping with my wife where I ought to be, things are fair. The weekend was no different from any other weekend in suburbia, things to do, shopping to do, yard-work to do, etc… That is why I thought long and hard about starting a blog, WTF could I write about, since our lives right now are just infamously boring at the moment.

I did read my wife’s blog this evening which will allow for several segues between the two blogs. One was truly depressing, the other quite intriguing.

Driving into work today, I heard a tune from Coldplay, not sure exactly what the song is, and actually I could probably look it up since it did debut on the Billboard Top 100 at number eight, which is the highest debut of an English band since the Beatles. Now I know little to nothing about Coldplay besides that tidbit of information.

So I am driving in and this song comes on, it’s the second time I have heard it, which means the song is in rotation hyper-drive. I say this because I generally listen to talk radio or CDs in the car and will occasionally listen to music on the radio. The point is, I caught this one line of the lyrics, “How long do I have to climb the side of my mountain,” the context of which was perfectly fitting for my situation at the moment.

I read one of my wife’s blog entries tonight regarding our financial position. Not to get into gruesome detail or even to sound as if I am whining, yes bitching, but not whining, I feel as though I am free climbing the north side of Mount Everest. So last year, just about a year ago I am doing what I normally do, working my ass off trying to juggle multiple projects and make a better place in the company for which I worked over the previous six years.

My main objective was trying to get a new position pushed through via Six Sigma. The position should have been signed and requisitioned on March 1st. This is a position a number of my team and our management had been working on for two years. When I discovered no new positions were being approved including the one I had worked on getting approved, I should have seen the handwriting on the wall. But I did not. As a matter of fact, the Monday after I came back from a week of training and my badge did not work (since I was partially in charge of security, I did know that my card was reading, but the servo on my office door had blown) and I made a flippant comment to a co-worker producing an unusual look and body language, I should have known. I probably should have known what was in store for me when that same co-worker with a look of shock stammered and asked why I would ever suggest that I might have been out of a job. The comment I made to her was something like, “yeah, I was worried whether I had a job cause I came in with someone else and my card would not swipe on my office. I was quite relieved to find that I could get into the tech room and my office key still worked. You never know what could happen in a week, especially when one is out.”

I made the comment in complete jest but in hind-sight something very similar happened to one of our techs when all of his IDs were cut exactly a month before his actual termination date. Someone made a typo. So the tech calls in and asks WTF, the first level helpdesk tells him that he may want to talk to his supervisor because the records show he had been terminated.

So I look back and see just major fuck-ups on how big organizations do things including laying people off. To cap off this comedy of errors and Office Space like episode in my life, I decided to look for a new job when I found out my position was not approved and there was no real hope that it would be approved and thus no promotion coming to me. On the last day of March, March 31st, 2004, I get a call from a buddy of mine and a peer, who asks me, how I am doing. Not an unusual question, I just start out on how we are behind on a project so I am taking up the slack for one of my guys to help him and that I am planning an email upgrade roll-out, and how things are generally effed up. So my buddy, is a bit confused, and says… uh, you know I just got laid-off. I laughed my ass off, and told him he wished they would do that. He tells me no its true, I tell him to get the fuck outta here, and we go back and forth until he truly convinces me he got laid-off.

It took a lot of convincing because why would ANYONE throw out a resource like this guy. He had been around for many more years than I had, and he was one of the initial builders of the networks we managed at the time. So then he says, so they didn’t tell you yet? I told him no, if they in fact had laid him off, it would take a while to trickle down. So I am acting pretty dim at the moment. Why would I ever begin to think that the next thing from his mouth would ever happen. I was a principal architect and manager of the infrastructure at this company as well as a primary consultant for our clients. My buddy tells me, no not about me, about you, they are coming after you next. I was like, what? There is no way. They couldn’t, I was way too insulated and had the keys to way too many things for them to chuck me out like that.

A year later I am working third shift and making less now than I did before after paying for my own benefits, and many résumé’s later, a half dozen interviews later, my fingers are beginning to tire, my arms are aching and I feel as if any minute I am going to fall. I have to continue climbing up the side of the mountain. I know there is a summit, and I know it is above me, and I know I may not hit it anytime soon, but even a nicer base camp would help so I could regroup and get my shit back together. I need a breather as does my family.

So I continue climbing the side of my mountain in hopes I come to summit if to the grand peak.

* Of Desks and Coffee Tables…

So I come into work tonight and get prepped as I do every night and when things settle down I decide to see if Mimi has updated her blog. Sure enough she did, and as my wife does much of the time, she surprised me. She said something that meant a lot in one entry and then went on to things a bit steamier, like getting fucked in an office setting.

This is a feat we have wanted to accomplish for many years together and continues to be a fantasy of hers. We almost did once after, or maybe I should say, during a Christmas party on year. The Christmas party being at a different location than the office, we attended, and I had to pick up something from the office since we were near the office and a trip would be saved over the weekend. Bear in mind it is 10PM, and everyone should either be at the party or somewhere else, like home or partying. Mimi is wearing this little black Velvet dress, black high heels, and I think bra, but no panties.

We get to the building, enter, and go to my office. She excuses herself for a moment and by the time she comes back I am ready to go (meaning I had initially intended upon leaving not what was about to occur). She closes the door and we turn out the lights. I have to tell you, we have done some crazy things, but let’s say for argument sake, that someone came in and I got caught… Suffice it to say, I would have had employment issues long before March. But then again why would anyone come in… so she goes down on me. My office is not completely dark when the lights are out so as I was leaning up against the desk, Mimi squatted, letting her dress ride up her hips. For added comfort and enjoyment she pulled the dress on up to her waist so her pussy was openly available to see, as was her bare ass. With one hand she unzipped my cock and freed it from my boxers and pants, the other hand was slowly moving against her clit.

Things are moving along swimmingly and then all of a sudden, Lights! Someone has come back to the office and all the lights in the office came on. As my office is one of the side offices (most people have cubes), and I have windows looking out onto the main floor, we were now in quite the compromising position to say the least should someone walk by. Quickly, I took control of the situation, acted as if I should be there, went out on the floor to find out who was there, made quick conversation asking that he ensure he turns alarms back on and we left. It is a shame that we did not get to finish, but as you can see by Mimi’s latest entry, I must accommodate this request. I must have a new job with an office once again, well not necessarily an office, but at least a place where I can be sure folks don’t wander in, during the middle of the night unless of course they are going to fuck.

A picture of my wife is probably something you might all enjoy… She is a bit of an exhibitionist, as I have mentioned before. So if I get some requests, I shall post some pictures for you all. I wish, however I had a picture of her today. The time was nearing where I had to drug myself to get a few hours of what I had hoped would be uninterrupted sleep. At any rate, sitting on the couch in our living room, I decided I wanted to see my wife naked and have some fun. She had on some super low-rise jeans (God Bless the person who helped these become en-vogue) and cotton thong which was just really sexy. After massaging her breasts for a few moments, and unbuttoning her jeans, a bit of light massaging of her shaven pussy through the cotton of her thong, Mimi stood up, pulled her jeans and shirt off. Next she straddled me, and I unsnapped her bra and began kissing and sucking on her nipples. I then started kissing her lips, then back to her nipples, biting and kissing and licking. She then moved down between my legs, and we removed my shorts. Like a porn star she began sucking my cock (I should let her describe how she gives head, she is quite good at it I promise you). What I have not mentioned up to now, is that our living room’s main feature is a giant bay window, looking out onto our neighborhood, and as I have noticed of late, is clearly visible from the street and all surrounding houses. As a matter of fact, it is only lately that I noticed how visible since another tryst a couple of weeks ago in the same place where we were concerned a neighbor who we expected within the hour could potentially arrive at any time due to her lack of predictability.

Mimi was sucking, slurping, licking my cock and massaging my balls, which tends to make her quite wet. I could not help but think if someone walked up to our door, what they might think much less see as my mostly naked wife gave me head while fingering herself. She wanted my inside her, so she moved the soft cotton aside, straddled me, and began riding me. After a few moments of this position I knew where I wanted her. We got up and moved to a high back chair that sits caddy cornered to the window and adjacent wall. With her hand on the window, a leg on the floor and her bent over the arm of the chair, I entered her wet pussy. I reached forward, grabbed her hair with one hand and started tweaking a nipple with the other. The picture from outside would have been quite interesting as she rubbed her pussy and was naked to the world should someone have been driving by, looking from another house, or simply walking their dog.

I was very turned on about all of this, and it took great control to hold myself back as Mimi, rubbed her clit. She began to moan louder, this is a tell tale sign she was close, then she began to shudder. Taking the queue from her, I began to move my cock in and out of her faster now, but needing a better position as my legs were tiring I motioned her to the coffee table, and on all fours facing the window I entered he and with a need to cum in her, I started moving faster, finally reaching climax as Mimi massaged my balls, which felt quite good at the time.

With both of us spent, we sat on the sofa for a moment, then Mimi went to clean herself up, and I proceeded to take a nap. I think soon one evening, maybe this weekend, I shall take her to the garage, open the doors and take things even further. Hopefully I get a new office soon!