napa

so, i’m planning a birthday weekend with my dear cousin in napa over our birthdays this coming march.  i’m turning 30 and she’s turning 25.

i’m booking us a 2 bedroom fireplace suite on a golf course resort and i’m thrilled.  i want to do something fun, but not spend a lot of money, and i LOVE napa. 

i found tickets for $118 round trip there and asked vegas to come with me.  he asked when it was and i replied march 11-15 and he said “i can’t plan that far ahead.”

and i said “ok.”

then he said “do you hate me?”

and i said “why would you ask that?” and he said “because i can’t commit to making the trip.”

i then replied “don’t be ridiculous, i don’t want to make you feel like you have to go.”

when what i wanted to say was “as long as that what you mean, not that you don’t think we should make plans that far in advance, bc you’re not sure if we’ll be together.”

which is how that made me feel.

it’s been kinda a hard few weeks for us.  i hurt my back and my sis has been out a lot, so i’ve had the primary responsibility of watching the dogs and have been limited in what i can and can’t do.

he’s been a bit testy and irritable, and i guess i don’t feel really great about where we are.

we’re going to visit his family this weekend.  i’m guessing we’ll have a lot of time to get close or get annoyed with one another. 

i’ll let you know how it goes.

ouch!

i was making chicken alfredo sunday night and i accidently grabbed the wrong end of the pan (the one without the handle) with my left thumb and index finger.  it really hurt.  i actually think i have the pan’s insignia blazed into my thumb, it is not so good.

anyway, i grabbed a waterbottle out of the freezer that was about a third of the way filled with ice.  the burn hurt so much if i took my thumb off the ice for more than 15 seconds, the pain was intolerable.

i went to sleep holding the bottle.  i also went to sleep with vegas, who helped me undress bc i couldn’t undo the fastener on my bra or the zipper on my jeans.  thankfully he has ample experience doing both.

normally when we take ice to bed, it plays a very different role.

more than empire strikes back

this weekend vegas told me he loves me more than empire strikes back, which is his favorite starwars movie.

i told him i love him more than indiana jones which is an equal exchange of our nerdy affection.

i woke up

this morning on his side of the bed.  sleeping on his pillow.

i hate sleeping without him.

weekend vacation

so i feel like i want to take a nice relaxing vacation.  like a real one.  not one with a gazillion kids in the car or where i’m doing more running around than enjoying myself.

i’m thinking three/four days.  maybe a cruise, or a trip to cabo.  maybe vegas, i haven’t been there in ages.  anyway i’m telling this to vegas, obviously suggesting it for both of us…and he keeps diverting back to the singular.  wtf? 

“where are you gonna go?” 

“you’ll have a really great time.”

“where would you stay?”

boo.  it hurt my feelings.

everything is ok

thank you for your concern. 

my lapse in postings isn’t because of anything in particular.  i’ve been busy and tired.  and things have been pretty ordinary, so i haven’t been inspired to write much.

i didn’t get to see vegas from monday to saturday night last week.  that is a pretty long time for us.  i would say we spend about 4 or 5 nights out of 7 together.  any way, everything is still great.  except….

i’m sore.  my hips and back and abs.  it wasn’t anything different, it was just the volume of sex.

it is funny what i think would be inappropriate to post.  i think posting the exact number would be lewd, but i have no problem suggesting the frequency.  ha. 

it was a lot.

starry undies

so, this is funny.  and a little embarrassing.

i texted vegas yesterday “i just bought 4th of july underwear.”

and he writes back “yes!”

and then he writes “are you at target?”

and i write “um, no.  victoria  secret online.”

i can’t figure out which one of us is the asshole.

5 for $25 ladies, get em!

my monthly

normally, i’m not a high maintenance chick.  i don’t cling.  i don’t whine.  i say it like i mean it and avoid passive aggressiveness and drama.

i always know when i’m about to start my monthly bc i start to get girly.  not that it is a bad thing.  but i can do without crying at “family guy” and the rain making me feel like the world is going to end.  i’ve almost broken up with vegas 4 times this week and i know my monthly is to blame.  not only do i not get to have sex, but i’m moody, and irritated, and crampy. 

and no sex.  ugh.  well, at least i’m not pregnant.

the hickey

vegas gave me a hickey on saturday afternoon.  wtf.  we were in the middle of it and i stopped and said “did you just give me a hickey?”  and he said “eh, maybe, sorry.”  and he did.  it wasn’t very dark, it looked like a scrape on my neck.  

i didn’t really give it any more thought when we went out later until our friend will brought it up.  he actually pointed it out and then told another of our friends.  ugh.

i definitely covered it up for work on monday, but by today, it had faded enough to not worry.

29 and still getting hickies. 

yikes!

i told vegas it was gone and he said “time for another one.” 

haha.  no.

gchat

i have pretty much the best job ever.  it keeps me very busy, i love the people, i’m good at what i do and i’m recognized for that effort.  my bosses also understand that we all have lives outside of the office and have no problem with us checking our facebook pages and gchatting if we aren’t in the middle of a project.

well, the bosses are away, and have been away for 2 weeks and it has been slow.  i have a few scattered projects, but i’ve been doing a lot of reading and catching up on my news while i’ve been chatting with my friends on gchat.

i don’t chat as much as i used to since violetta’s work blocked it and platonic pat blocked me.  but i usually have it open, and chat here and there.

vegas joined gchat yesterday, his new job allows it too and at first i was nervous.  what if gchat ruins our relationship?  what if it reveals that we aren’t as compatible as we think we are?  what if i’m not as witty and clever on chat as i am in person, and he loses interest?  what if he isn’t?

well, crisis averted, he logged in at 145pm and we chatted straight to 458pm when we both got to leave.  we chatted about anything and everything.  we decided we are going to go on a double date with his brother and girlfriend.  picked the menu for an upcoming party i might be throwing.

long story short, gchat isn’t bad for my relationship, but it might be bad when we are busier at work. 

ha.