That is what I am - tired. The adrenalin rush that was this weekend is gone and I feel wiped out. I am gonna give up on writing any more in this thing as my eyes are crossing from exhaustion. I just want to crawl into bed and have someone massage me sleep; rub my back and my head, rub my feet and everything else till I drift off to Sleepyland. Anyone have a pair of hands they are willing to loan me for this?

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: The hum of my hard drive

What a day! I hit the ground running. Had to get 2 cats ready to be dropped off at a friend's house at the crack of dawn. Tried to go back to sleep but the world was conspiring against me so I gave up on sleep and got back up.

Got showered and ready, packed the 16 flower arrangements I made last night into the car along with the other decorations. Hubby was kind enough to accompany me to help unload and carry everything. Got to the hotel and Holy shit! Not only were the linens on the tables but everything was set and ready to go! I was told by the banquet captain that there would be no guarantee his staff would have even linens on the tables that early, so it was a very pleasant surprise. I could kiss him and his staff for getting it all done early, they all saved me a ton of time. Set out all the decorations and they looked lovely. Hope they go over well.

Turned around and drove home and ate a quick lunch as we had to get ready and changed for a wedding. I was starting to get a bit stressed about time (I HATE being late, more than anything. I just freak out) and hubby says he wants to lick my pussy before we get dressed. WTF? Now?? Yeah I love have my pussy licked, but not when I am trying to do my make-up and get dressed and get him ready, too. I was so not in the frame of mind for it, but I said fine. Lay on the bed and spread my legs. He had some licks and realised I wasn't in the mood to play (Ya think?) and threw in the towel. Playtime is for later, not when I am needing to focus on other stuff, sorry babe. We get dressed and ready to head out.

We had to take 2 cars, as I was only able to stay for the ceremony as I had to go home and change into another outfit and go to a big awards dinner. The wedding was at a huge rose garden, the location was just so pretty with all of the flowers in bloom. I kept going from plant to plant and smelling the various roses. There was a salmon colored rose and one that looked similar to a carnation that smelled just amazing. I curse my "Black Thumb" and total ineptness with plants as I would kill for some of those roses. Sadly they would die. I just can't do plants; they hate me.

The ceremony was short and sweet and hubby took a lot of pictures with his fancy new camera and then it was time for him to go on his way to the reception and time for me to run home and change for my function. Off to home and off with the cute sundress and on with the little black coctail dress. No panties. No bra. Sadly it will be a titillation-free evening as I will be spending it with a bunch of frumpy crazy cat ladies and men who prefer other men, so my fun won't really happen till I get home later on. Time for me to go and shmooze. Bye folks.

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: The Afghan Whigs "Debonair"

I say it is Floral Friday simply because it looks like a florist's shop exploded all over my house. I have 192 crimson roses in the basement and boxes of vases and bags of decorative crappola all over my living room. I need to create 16 table centerpieces for a big banquet tomorrow, plus other decorations for the stage and podium. Fun & games. Normally I am happily in my element doing this sort of thing; I am one of those annoying Martha Stewart types, but I am not happy with the theme I was given to work with (it is utterly lame and boring) nor at all happy with the staff at the hotel the function is being held at. It has been a battle with these people from day one, and it will go down to the wire as such. I hope I never have to deal with them again. Anyhow, happy Friday folks I gotta go de-thorn those roses now.

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: Seether "Broken"

Yesterday was 'Hump Day' in more ways then one lol.

I was feeling the need for some anal yesterday and when hubby got home from work early, I suggested we go play. I was sucking and fondling his cock while he fingered my pussy. He got his finger all lubed up from fingering me and started to tease my asshole. That was enough for me, I sat up and straddled him, riding him while he stroked my back and fondled my tits. It felt so good having him so deep inside of me as he grabbed my ass with one hand and my hip with the other. He asked me if I wanted a little DP and I said hell yes! He grabbed one of my toys and slid it into my pussy while he worked his cock into my ass. It was so hot! I felt so incredibly FULL, being fucked in both holes at the same time. I was just lost in my own little world and so wrapped up in what I was feeling, eventually hubby let out a groan and rammed deep into my ass and came. I was right behind him about 2 minutes later; a big rolling orgasm that came in waves, over and over. I pretty much collapsed - we both did. I felt utterly spent and just wanted to go to sleep, it was such a powerful orgasm. I wonder if it would be as powerful or even more so if it were 2 cocks instead of one and a toy? I hope to compare notes on that some day...

Puurrs to all,

Currently Listening to: the Damned "Alone Again Or"

What a bummer. The long weekend is all gone. It was so nice I really didn't want it to end. The only thing that could have made it better is having our son with us instead of him being so far away, having his vacation. In a way I suppose we are having a kind of vacation since he has been away. No more sneaking about for stolen quickies or waiting till bedtime for some fun after the kiddo goes to sleep.

I have also been much lazier without a child to mind these past few days. We both have. We literally did nothing of any magnitude all day yesterday. Half the time we werent even dressed. It was basically a day of: eat, sleep, fuck. Maybe watch a little tv, then fuck, sleep, eat. Mix those things up and repeat multiple times and that was our Monday. I think I may have worn his cock out and drained his balls dry, but I don't recall him complaining too strenuously lol, and by the time we finally fell asleep for the night my pussy was well fucked and filled. It was the best Monday I have had in long time

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: Crowded House "Into Temptation"

It is Memorial Day here in the US, hope everyone is having good weather and enjoying the day off. We will be having some BBQ this evening and are just kicking back and having a quiet day. Now I am gonna try and convince my husband to come take a 'nap' with me

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: The hum of my hard drive

Well it's Sunday now, and I finally have some spare moments to update this thing. I have been going full steam since Thursday and it feels good to just sit on my ass for a little while. I have been purposely filling my days as much as possible; the less time I am home means less time for me to dwell on the fact that my little one is away from home. The less I dwell, the less I tend to break down and get weepy & sad. Yeah I am a big fricking baby, arent I?

Friday I was up at the crack of dawn, had to get my son to my parents house so the taxi could pick them up. Their flight was to leave at 9:30am so they had to be there by 7:40 due to security alerts. Well their flight ended up being delayed and delayed again. I had a knot in my stomach for hours, as I am flat out scared shitless of flying and the thought of my kid in the air was stressing me out. I have always taken pains to hide my feelings about air travel as I didn't want my phobias to become his. Delays just meant a bigger knot in my gut for a longer time. They fnally got to Seattle and I managed to relax a little. We didn't want to sit around at home so hubby suggested we go to dinner and do some shopping. What better way to distract a girl, huh? We did that for a few hours and then stopped to get me a coffee and then went home to mess around. It felt so good to just lie there while he worked my body over with his fingers, lips and tongue and I had such a powerful orgasm that my whole body felt like it was vibrating. It had been 3 days since we had had any sex (just being too tired and going to bed too late) and his cock was fit to burst and as rigid as a crowbar when he slid it into me. I can't tell you how amazing it felt. I ended up on my knees, my arms wrapped around a pillow and him just fucking the hell out of me. I was on the brink of cummimg for the longest time; it was so close, but just out of reach and then all of a sudden it was like bam! And it just hit me. I guess hubby had been ready to blow for a while but had held it back until I came, because the minute he heard me start to cum he just shot off and filled me up. I slept like a baby after that.

Saturday morning we woke up and had a ton of shit to do. We needed to go to Ikea so we got ready and left pretty early to beat the other 50,000 people who had the same idea. We did some shopping and had a quick lunch there. I just love those damn Swedish Meatballs. lord knows what's in them, but they are tasty lol. We had been invited to a BBQ at a friend of hubby's, so we had just enough time to hit the grocery store and pick up stuff for a fancy green salad and to change clothes. We got there a little late as the partying was in full swing. His friend Kerri and her husband are transplanted East Coasters who love to party. It was them, us and another couple (also friends and coworkers of my husband) and everyone had been smoking and drinking well before we arrived. Food was almost ready and Kerri offered me a drink and she had this amazing rum that she had gotten from Puerto Rico. I love rum, my favorite booze, and this stuff was delicious. The food was so good! Kerri's husband really knows his way around a BBQ, everything was perfect. After we ate we all hung out and BS'd for a while until Kerri suggested we play badminton. I hadn't played since I was a teenager and had had a couple drinks by then so I wasn't sure how decently I could play. I didn't have to worry. We were all playing with a handicap as they were not just drinking, but xxxxxx as well. My god what a fricking bunch of idiots we must have looked like but it was so much fun. After a while we had some dessert and coffee and gossiped for a bit and then we took off. It was a great time.

It was almost 8:00pm when we left and we needed to pick up a few things at Target so we headed in that direction. We stopped at Marshall's first and hubby picked up a new pair of shoes and I found this cute little black and white halter dress. I wasn't even looking for anything but it kinda jumped off the rack at me, so I had to get it lol. We headed to Target and grabbed some stuff and went home. I was getting really sleepy from the drinks and being out in the sun all afternoon so we went to bed. I was just lying there all dozy and spooned against hubby's chest and his hand was just lightly rubbing between my legs. He stopped and I asked him why. He said he thought that I was too tired, and I was but I was so turned on by him touching my pussy that I told him to finish what he started. He proceeded to gently finger my pussy and rub my clit until I came. He was hard as a rock and I turned over onto my back and spread my legs and asked him to fuck me. I was too tired to cum again, but I wanted to feel his cock in me and feel him cum inside of me. After he came and I cleaned up we both just drifted off, no talking or anything. I think we were both pretty exhausted.

Now I have to get my lazy ass in gear and go work out. I have those 3 rum & cokes and that big dinner to go sweat off. Have a good Sunday everyone.

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: The Stranglers "Always The Sun"

Wish I had something witty or meaningful to say but I am too damn tired and the words aren't coming out right, so eff it.

Puurrs to all,


Currently listening to: The hum of my hard drive

I have been pretty busy and preoccupied the past few days, not much time for fun & games. Our son who is 8 years old will be leaving Friday morning to go on a week-long cruise with my parents. We have only been apart for a week once before and that was when he was very very little, when my husband and I went on a cruise ourselves.

I am already feeling bereft when I know I shouldn't. I have been telling him how much fun he will have etc, eventhough he will be away. He didn't want to leave us behind at first but I managed to change his mind. Then came the paperwork. So much paperwork for a child to travel without their parents. Had to get special forms notarized, signed by both my hubby and I giving my folks permission to take him out of the US. Then the medical stuff and the passport all ready to go, so it is now a matter of sorting thru his stuff and packing his suitcase and carry-on. He is excited and worried at the same time. Last night we were watching tv, he and I, and I look up to see him crying. I asked him what was wrong and he said he would be sad being away from us and that 7 days was a long time. He is such a stoic child most of the time, seeing him look so sad made me want to start crying myself. He crawled into my lap and just wept while I rocked him and told him all of the wonderful things he would see and do, and that Daddy and I were only a cell phone call away if he needed to talk to us. I just rocked him and stroked his hair - my little guy who at 8 is almost as tall as me, and who at age 10 will probably be taller than me (I am pretty damn short). After I calmed him down and put him to bed I thought about him being gone for the week and what I was going to do to occupy the time. My day revolves around being a mom and my son's schedule, so it will be very strange to be able to make my own schedule. I have a banquet and show coming up that I need to work on so that will probably consume most of my time. That and the usual daily routine of care of the cattery should keep me busy and not dwelling so much on my little one's absence.

My husband says we have to learn to let go sometime, that he is getting older and is starting to want some measure of independance, but is mommy ready for it? I would be lying if I said I was. I guess the one positive thing about being kid-less for a week is being able to fuck whenever and wherever you please lol. I know there will come a day in the not so distant future that my kid will be mortified to be seen in public with 'mom' so I guess I just want to grab and hold onto as much as I can before that day comes. They just grow up so damn fast....

Puurrs to all,


Currently listening to: System Of A Down "Lost In Hollywood"

I am having a case of the "Uglies." A lot of my fellow NN ladies may understand this feeling, the guys - maybe not so much.

I woke up with that bummed out blah feeling and it has just snowballed. I am feeling very down on myself right now, I am very unhappy with my body and the way it looks. Whenever I look in a mirror I start to pick myself apart. My long suffering husband tells me all the time how he thinks I am hot, how great I look, calls me his Trophy Wife, yadda yadda. The whole time he is saying that there is a little voice in my head saying "dude are you fricking blind?!?" I know from where that little voice came from and I have spent years trying to defeat it but it is way too strong.
My ex was a real bastard, very verbally and emotionally abusive. I was with him from when I was 16 till I was 24. He was older than me, and I was young and naive. There wasn't a day that went by when we were together that he didn't call me ugly or stupid. The more he treated me poorly the harder I tried to please him. It was a sick relationship and I don't know why I put up with him for so many years, except that he planted the seeds of self-doubt and self-loathing way down deep in my head that made me fear that no one else would want me, so I stayed with him. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I left. Therapy and finding and marrying a good man have not eradicated those evil little seeds. Why won't they go away? Why can't I look in a mirror and see something decent instead of hearing his voice cutting me down and my own voice telling me that I am just not measuring up, that it isn't good enough? It's like the person I see in the mirror is not the person my husband and others see. Why can't I see what they see? Am I that broken inside? Part of the reason I came to NN was for self validation. My husband was and is very encouraging, his thought was that if I thought he was just telling me what he thinks I wanted to hear, then maybe I would listen to what complete strangers would say. In a way he was right. Complete strangers have no reason to blow smoke up your ass, they have nothing vested. I was terrified that my first pics would be ill-received and that I would get my bruised self esteem even more lowered, but I was surprised that a lot of people seemed to like my body. It still pleasantly surprises me when I put up something new and get a nice comment or a good rating, and even a PM here and there. It has become an odd feeling for me in that I feel comfortable and at home with the folks of NN, my little extended family of pervs who for the most part are welcoming and always supportive (there are a few shitty people but what family doesn't have an asshat jerk in it, right?) I know this is just a phase, these feelings I am having; it happens every now and again. I will be in hater-mode towards my clothes (this pair of pants makes my ass look HUGE I hate them!) and pissed off at my hair and the dimples on my butt and my chubby thighs, hating the pics in my gallery - I pulled down a bunch last night, but it will die down and go dormant again till next I am feeling crappy about myself. Maybe one of these years I will learn to love myself, chubby thighs and all but to be honest I have forgotten how.

Puurrs to all,

Currently listening to: the hum of my hard drive