tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2967109119301784942012-02-16T10:05:12.181-08:00chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-54063279047352716782010-02-13T20:50:00.000-08:002010-02-13T20:55:12.719-08:00

I'm still here...really i am.....it's not quite been a year since I checked in and wow a lot has changed...I've got us caught up on finances- whew! The man-child is, well, almost out now.And the greatest news? Are you sitting down with an alcoholic beverage in hand? lol ...I'm getting married tomorrow...Valentine's Day.Where once I felt like a fish slapping in sand...I am now a dolphin roaming

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-90617533984598479722009-04-19T03:21:00.000-07:002009-04-19T03:47:53.158-07:00

Ok, so I need to steam clean my life...get this young man into a place of his own....get our finances caught up from too many dang bills...get things rolling as far as selling my house to buy another... yep, basically light a fire under my ass.... Sooo what's the hold up? Can't seem to get out of my own way the past couple weeks. I have a one track mind and trust me it isn't on 112 dollars to

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-89029105912178573302009-04-11T04:57:00.000-07:002009-04-11T05:20:26.442-07:00

Half awake- but still here. It's just been a really busy couple of weeks. All good - but this spring cleaning is shit...seems like whatever I touch creates more work! And having to get it done around the rain showers is a bitch. But I'd rather have rain than snow sooo as much of a pain in the ass as it is, it's still better than icicles forming off my chin.On the home front, things are good- '

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-48510440484792497322009-04-04T05:30:00.000-07:002009-04-04T05:47:14.821-07:00

No, that title isn't a fancy phrase used to denote my new sexual excursions! rofl...but now that my clock gets dusted frequently, it's time to move on to the mundane...it's Spring- time to pull out the lawn mower, clean up the lawn furniture, get the garden ready to plant, and all other things warm weather related.My son moved home a few months back- "to get on his feet" (translates to "Mommy,

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-49658826623502716382009-04-01T05:53:00.000-07:002009-04-01T06:18:51.048-07:00

I'd always heard after the meeting of our most intimate parts, the euphoria would soon wear off and we'd be left amidst the mundane household chores and whatever else previously occupied our time. Ugh! lol Well, perhaps I'm still in the honeymoon phase...or perhaps I'm dreaming (if that is true- no mf-er better ever wake me up! lol) ...but even the mundane everyday chores are easy now...in fact

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-28784723192593101672009-03-30T03:51:00.000-07:002009-03-30T04:06:49.911-07:00

Ok, the title...I couldn't resist the title...lol...I am in a giddy almost stupidly euphoric mood this morning....So, yesterday I decided to meander into my sweetie's room and awaken her per the norm... no plans to do more than a huge lingering hug....well, toss my salad and call me caesar if she didn't roll over, give me that sheepish little smile of hers and pull me in for a longer wake up call

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-42898659105331865322009-03-29T10:06:00.000-07:002009-03-29T10:09:59.125-07:00

Ok, just stopping in quickly to see what's up out here. Yes you did read the headline correctly- I am officially saying good morning at noontime. It's rainy and dreary in the northeast USA today but in my world it's blazingly sunny. Jude, if you are reading this, you can chalk up another one-- you weren't wrong, but May's gonna be awesome too! ;o) I'll be buzzing back in later today or early

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-40930814321459953152009-03-28T07:32:00.000-07:002009-03-28T07:51:28.048-07:00

So this morning I was innocently doing the "good morning honey" thing when I crept into her room. Had no plans for any roving of the manual digits...I had decided I didn't want her to think I was just seeing her as a sex object- even though she is very well endowed and very beautiful- I figured it would be in my best interest to just hold her and cuddle....When what to my delight happened, she

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-10598969855763393162009-03-25T03:40:00.000-07:002009-03-25T03:56:06.263-07:00

We are heading out to the beach for a four or five day stay in mid-May. I had envisioned mustering up the courage to go from plutonic to a bit of petting and kissing at that time. Obviously by the smirk smeared across my face...that didn't happen. I gave her a beautiful promise ring which she wears so proudly now. That too was supposed to be a surprise on our trip...but I got tremendous news

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-37368941705801185492009-03-24T04:38:00.000-07:002009-03-24T05:15:34.927-07:00

Did you hear that bongo drum beating wildly yesterday morning? I'm sure you did. If it shook you out of your comfortable slumber I must apologize. But I'm truly not sorry for what created the sound! I have replayed this new memory a thousand times and each time seems new to me. Ok, here's what created the stir: Things went a bit further early yesterday morning, and as I unbuttoned each button

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-44676090971273972202009-03-22T06:25:00.000-07:002009-03-22T06:55:36.118-07:00

Another morning of sweet silent cuddling has all but dissipated into the past, and here I sit feeling like a young teeny bopper experiencing her first puppy love. And why not? In reality, it is my first real love... I've never felt as close to anyone before. Looking back at the times I really believed I was 'in' love with someone, I realize that was so far from the truth. The feelings I have

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-10064525561562391132009-03-21T05:22:00.000-07:002009-03-21T06:31:06.731-07:00

So, this morning I crept into your room as you lay sleeping. Softly I placed my arms around you and whispered,"Good morning sweetheart." Ever so slowly that morning smile of yours- the one that makes my heart do somersaults and back flips-began to appear in the corners of your mouth.It's become a morning routine to awaken you in this manner and together we stay for a half hour unfolding gently

chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06508790129691305577noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296710911930178494.post-51747016987889105282009-03-19T05:00:00.000-07:002009-03-20T05:04:01.666-07:00

She's never made love to a woman.Truth be told, she'd never even loved a woman like she loved Brenna. An abusive marriage then a long line of conquests (she'd searched these men out!) and failed relationships (she didn't want them once she had them) had led her to believe love wasn't what it was supposed to be. If it existed at all.Now in her forties, circumstances changed tremendously. A woman

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