I injured my right hand last week, so blogging has to take a backseat right now! Here are some quotes for you to enjoy :-)
Our love could change the orbit of the earth. So, if a meteor ever comes hurtling towards earth with the guarantee of destruction, top scientists may call on us to, well, you know, do it like crazy for the sake of humankind. ~Author Unknown
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring. ~S.J. Perelman
Kinky is using a feather. Perverted is using the whole chicken. ~Author Unknown
Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
Whoever called it necking was a poor judge of anatomy. ~Groucho Marx
An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away.~Mae West
Men wake up aroused in the morning. We can't help it. We just wake up and we want you. And the women are thinking, "How can he want me the way I look in the morning?" It's because we can't see you. We have no blood anywhere near our optic nerve. ~Andy Rooney
"There is nothing wrong with making love with the light on. Just make sure the car door is closed." ~George Burns
My husband's German. Every night I get dressed up as Poland and he invades me." ~Bette Midler
No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens. ~Abraham Lincoln
"She said he proposed something on their wedding night that even her own brother wouldn't have suggested." ~James Thurber
"When I'm good I'm very, very good but when I'm bad I'm better." ~Mae West.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Hairpins
During the summer, I've been putting a couple of pins in my hair to keep it out of my face. It's too hot and sticky with it all down. It's funny how a supply of about 80 hairpins at the beginning of the summer can dwindle down to a meager four or five. I often forget to take them out before I fall asleep, and then when I wake up, they're gone. I don't know where they go. They just seem to disappear.
I was sweeping our bedroom floor tonight (a chore that has been done few and far between this summer) and was surprised when I swept under Handsome Man's side of the bed. Out came a million hairpins! At first I was confused: were they really falling out of my hair in my sleep and landing on his side? But reason and a warm tingly feeling of love swept over me at once as I realized that there was a pile of hairpins on his side because my Handsome Man takes them out at night after I fall asleep on his chest.
I've always hated being the last person awake...even back as far as my little elementary sleep over days. It feels like as soon as I realize that I'm the only person awake, that thought keeps me awake. I feel sorry for myself as I look around the room at everyone else sleeping peacefully.
Handsome Man has never laughed at my silly quirk, or acted as if it were an inconvenience at all. He simply cradles my head on his chest, wraps his arm around me, and reads to me until he knows I'm asleep.
Knowing he does that has always made me feel loved, but tonight, after seeing all of the hairpins he has lovingly and carefully taken out of my hair so that I would be more comfortable, I just love him even more.
What a guy ♥
I was sweeping our bedroom floor tonight (a chore that has been done few and far between this summer) and was surprised when I swept under Handsome Man's side of the bed. Out came a million hairpins! At first I was confused: were they really falling out of my hair in my sleep and landing on his side? But reason and a warm tingly feeling of love swept over me at once as I realized that there was a pile of hairpins on his side because my Handsome Man takes them out at night after I fall asleep on his chest.
I've always hated being the last person awake...even back as far as my little elementary sleep over days. It feels like as soon as I realize that I'm the only person awake, that thought keeps me awake. I feel sorry for myself as I look around the room at everyone else sleeping peacefully.
Handsome Man has never laughed at my silly quirk, or acted as if it were an inconvenience at all. He simply cradles my head on his chest, wraps his arm around me, and reads to me until he knows I'm asleep.
Knowing he does that has always made me feel loved, but tonight, after seeing all of the hairpins he has lovingly and carefully taken out of my hair so that I would be more comfortable, I just love him even more.
What a guy ♥
Handsome Man's Heart
My man has a big heart.
I'm not just saying it, it's a scientific fact. His heart is about 17% larger than the average man's his size.
He has the strongest heart beat out of anyone I know. I love it.
When we're curled up together watching a movie, I can feel it beating away. If he sneaks up behind me while I'm washing dishes, I can feel it pounding through my back. And when we're in bed, and I have my head resting on his chest, I can hear it as loudly as a timpani.
My pulse is so gentle that sometimes we laugh that I must be dead. Compared to the way you can feel his pulse rush under your fingers, mine feels nonexistant.
His heart just sums up his personality. Out of all the men I know, he really does have the biggest heart. He will do anything for anyone. It's sexy being married to a man who cares so much about people's well-being. It's also sexy to feel his pulse quicken when he is excited, and to feel it pulsing througout my body. I love that I can do that to him ;-)
What's something unique about your man that you just absolutely love?
I'm not just saying it, it's a scientific fact. His heart is about 17% larger than the average man's his size.
He has the strongest heart beat out of anyone I know. I love it.
When we're curled up together watching a movie, I can feel it beating away. If he sneaks up behind me while I'm washing dishes, I can feel it pounding through my back. And when we're in bed, and I have my head resting on his chest, I can hear it as loudly as a timpani.
My pulse is so gentle that sometimes we laugh that I must be dead. Compared to the way you can feel his pulse rush under your fingers, mine feels nonexistant.
His heart just sums up his personality. Out of all the men I know, he really does have the biggest heart. He will do anything for anyone. It's sexy being married to a man who cares so much about people's well-being. It's also sexy to feel his pulse quicken when he is excited, and to feel it pulsing througout my body. I love that I can do that to him ;-)
What's something unique about your man that you just absolutely love?
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sexting
It makes me feel like a high schooler.
No high schoolers should be doing this.
Anyway. I keep my handsome man going on his business trips by sending him sexy little texts, sometimes with a picture, sometimes without.
If you've ever caught me taking a phone pic of my girls while driving up PCH, I'm sorry.
If you've ever opened his phone and seen a pic of my kitty, forgive me, please.
There's something a little daring, a little raunchy, about sending pic texts. I like knowing that he can open his phone any time he misses me.
I do it too.
I have a sext from St. Patrick's Day in which he wrote "ay, lassie, now that you've caught me, would ye rather have me gold, or this?" Along with a pic of his wonderful goods, in all their glory.
Are you gasping in horror that we do such things?
It's not a sin.
(And for the record, I was the only driver on the freeway at that moment!)
We're married. We love each other, and we love reminding each other. There's nothing sexier than knowing that your husband wants you right this second, even though he's thousands of miles away.
We save all of our desires for each other until we're together again. No flying solo for this couple. Sex after a week apart is hungry, amazing, leave-you-shaking love. I can't wait for him to come home!
No high schoolers should be doing this.
Anyway. I keep my handsome man going on his business trips by sending him sexy little texts, sometimes with a picture, sometimes without.
If you've ever caught me taking a phone pic of my girls while driving up PCH, I'm sorry.
If you've ever opened his phone and seen a pic of my kitty, forgive me, please.
There's something a little daring, a little raunchy, about sending pic texts. I like knowing that he can open his phone any time he misses me.
I do it too.
I have a sext from St. Patrick's Day in which he wrote "ay, lassie, now that you've caught me, would ye rather have me gold, or this?" Along with a pic of his wonderful goods, in all their glory.
Are you gasping in horror that we do such things?
It's not a sin.
(And for the record, I was the only driver on the freeway at that moment!)
We're married. We love each other, and we love reminding each other. There's nothing sexier than knowing that your husband wants you right this second, even though he's thousands of miles away.
We save all of our desires for each other until we're together again. No flying solo for this couple. Sex after a week apart is hungry, amazing, leave-you-shaking love. I can't wait for him to come home!
Doesn't it Make You Want to Melt?
The day Handsome Man left for his trip, I came home from work to find our bed nicely made (shock!) and my black nightie along with this note:
On the envelope, it said "Read this while wearing this little number. It flaunts your sexiness. I'll know that you're wearing it for me. I love you."
Inside, he wrote:
Howdy, Sexy,
You are always beautiful, elegant, cute, and SEXY to me. From the
moment I first saw you, you've been the most beautiful of God's creation that
I've ever seen.
Your beauty takes many shapes and is shown in many different ways: your
eyes, your heart, your compassion, your love for the Lord, your body.
I love that your sexiness is something that only I can enjoy, because you
are amazing, and you are mine.
We both know that I enjoy you the most when you are wearing nothing, but I
like anything that makes you feel sexy and attractive, because you should at
least feel close to how gorgeously attractive you are to me.
Though we aren't together, I'll still have visions of my beautiful wife
dancing in my head. You are my life and I adore everything about
you. Sleep well knowing that you are loved and that I'll be holding you
close in our dreams. I love you, Sexy!
Mmmmmmmmmmmm...I love him, too!
On the envelope, it said "Read this while wearing this little number. It flaunts your sexiness. I'll know that you're wearing it for me. I love you."
Inside, he wrote:
Howdy, Sexy,
You are always beautiful, elegant, cute, and SEXY to me. From the
moment I first saw you, you've been the most beautiful of God's creation that
I've ever seen.
Your beauty takes many shapes and is shown in many different ways: your
eyes, your heart, your compassion, your love for the Lord, your body.
I love that your sexiness is something that only I can enjoy, because you
are amazing, and you are mine.
We both know that I enjoy you the most when you are wearing nothing, but I
like anything that makes you feel sexy and attractive, because you should at
least feel close to how gorgeously attractive you are to me.
Though we aren't together, I'll still have visions of my beautiful wife
dancing in my head. You are my life and I adore everything about
you. Sleep well knowing that you are loved and that I'll be holding you
close in our dreams. I love you, Sexy!
Mmmmmmmmmmmm...I love him, too!
Something's Always Bound to Happen
My Handsome Man is out of town this week. I miss him like crazy.
Before he left, we decided to do some last minute yardwork. I decided to do something he really enjoys and wear an old pair of jeans and one of his t-shirts...and nothing else.
About halfway through our work day, we realized that we were going to need to go to Home Depot for some more supplies. My Handsome Man asked me to run inside and grab his car keys since he was caked from head to toe in dirt. I needed to put a bra on anyway. While I'm happy giving a nipple show to my husband, those girls are reserved for him and him alone. I wasn't concerned about putting on any panties. I knew he'd get a kick out of knowing I was still going commando.
I went inside, grabbed his car keys from near the bed, locked the doors, and hopped onto the porch. Just as I heard the door click behind me, I looked at My Handsome Man in sudden realization.
"You have the house keys, right?" At his blank look, I blurted out "You only asked me to get your car keys! Do you have the house key?"
Ooops.
My Handsome Man is usually so good with his keys. I'm always amazed when I see him get up in the morning: as soon as his pants are on, his wallet, keys, and cellphone go straight into his pockets. If I didn't keep everything in a Mary Poppins purse, I'd never know where anything was.
Well, there we were. Two dirt-smeared shovel-bearers. Locked out.
Money is tight, so calling a locksmith has to be a last-ditch effort. Why, oh why, is our spare key kept in a kitchen drawer?
I suddenly regretted making such a thorough run-through of the house a few minutes ago. If only I'd left a door or window open!
We walked around the house again to check, and our dirty sneakers danced with joy when we saw that our bedroom window had been closed but not locked. Hallelujah!
Problem #1: our bedroom window is 8 feet off the ground (it's above our bed, and there's a crawl-space under our house, elevating it a few more feet.)
Problem#2: we're relatively new to our neighborhood...what would the neighbors think?!?
Problem#3...didn't manifest until Handsome Man had hoisted me up into the open window and my jeans got caught on the sill.
So there I am, dangling 8 feet in the air, with my husband trying to push my toosh through a window, and my rear end hanging out for all to see. What was that concern about the neighbors? Sigh. And Handsome Man's tears of laughter at my predicament were not exactly the effect I was going for when I left the panties in the drawer today.
Sighhhhhh
Every story has a happy ending, though, and ours came after lots of soap-scrubbing and drip-drying. Man, I love that guy.
Before he left, we decided to do some last minute yardwork. I decided to do something he really enjoys and wear an old pair of jeans and one of his t-shirts...and nothing else.
About halfway through our work day, we realized that we were going to need to go to Home Depot for some more supplies. My Handsome Man asked me to run inside and grab his car keys since he was caked from head to toe in dirt. I needed to put a bra on anyway. While I'm happy giving a nipple show to my husband, those girls are reserved for him and him alone. I wasn't concerned about putting on any panties. I knew he'd get a kick out of knowing I was still going commando.
I went inside, grabbed his car keys from near the bed, locked the doors, and hopped onto the porch. Just as I heard the door click behind me, I looked at My Handsome Man in sudden realization.
"You have the house keys, right?" At his blank look, I blurted out "You only asked me to get your car keys! Do you have the house key?"
Ooops.
My Handsome Man is usually so good with his keys. I'm always amazed when I see him get up in the morning: as soon as his pants are on, his wallet, keys, and cellphone go straight into his pockets. If I didn't keep everything in a Mary Poppins purse, I'd never know where anything was.
Well, there we were. Two dirt-smeared shovel-bearers. Locked out.
Money is tight, so calling a locksmith has to be a last-ditch effort. Why, oh why, is our spare key kept in a kitchen drawer?
I suddenly regretted making such a thorough run-through of the house a few minutes ago. If only I'd left a door or window open!
We walked around the house again to check, and our dirty sneakers danced with joy when we saw that our bedroom window had been closed but not locked. Hallelujah!
Problem #1: our bedroom window is 8 feet off the ground (it's above our bed, and there's a crawl-space under our house, elevating it a few more feet.)
Problem#2: we're relatively new to our neighborhood...what would the neighbors think?!?
Problem#3...didn't manifest until Handsome Man had hoisted me up into the open window and my jeans got caught on the sill.
So there I am, dangling 8 feet in the air, with my husband trying to push my toosh through a window, and my rear end hanging out for all to see. What was that concern about the neighbors? Sigh. And Handsome Man's tears of laughter at my predicament were not exactly the effect I was going for when I left the panties in the drawer today.
Sighhhhhh
Every story has a happy ending, though, and ours came after lots of soap-scrubbing and drip-drying. Man, I love that guy.
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