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better than an alarm clock

Published Sunday, February 11, 2007 in relationship/sex. 5 Comments

word to the wise:

if you happen to mention to your significant other that you might take him out to a favorite mexican restaurant for brunch the next day, expect that he WILL NOT allow you the luxury of a super extended sleep in. And when you try to fend him off by saying “I’m not fully awake yet, give me some more time,” he will then attempt to hurry along the “fully awake” part in a way only he can. no sleeping in for you.

expect to arrive at the restaurant an hour later, slightly dishevled and with a goofy grin.

However, the carnitas will be EXCELLENT, as usual.

the art of BS and goodnews/badnews

Published Monday, February 5, 2007 in relationship/sex, misc, ask ESC and friends. 14 Comments

The art of science writing: taking something very simple and writing very complicated sounding things about it.

I think this is why I am sucking at writing. At my base, I am a very plainspoken writer

no, really? go ON, ESC? you? plainspoken? blunt? honest? tactless?

shut up.

I am not so good at the flowerly language. And similarly, I am not so good at the BS science writing. You can just come out and SAY “Next, we did X to proove Y, see figure Z”. You have to figure out how to say that one thing in three statements, using 4 figures, and using language that makes the whole process so much more complicated that it really was.

Can you tell I’m spending a lot of time banging my head on my laptop? I have dents in my forehead.

bad news: one of our wedding gift wine glasses committed suicide from the wine glass rack yesterday

good news: I sold a set of stitch markers. the profits of which will be spent replacing the wine glass

bad news: it’s not really profit, as I spent $50 on beading supplies in a “this will cheer me up” crafty shopping spree at Michael’s on Saturday

good news: I had no real stake in the super bowl on Sunday, so I cheered for both teams. Consequently, my team won! Go us!

bad news: my friend Elizabeth’s son has just been diagnosed with some neurological issues that are affecting his development

good news: it’s not life threatening, and especially since they caught it so early, it’s completely overcomable

bad news: I am cold all. the. time

good news: i am surrounded by things that are warm - Sadie at my feet, hot coffee in my mug, and a down blanket on my lap.

good news: I am apparently a relationship genius. you all should consult me before making any relationship decisions. this is incredibly ironic considering how long I was single and relationshipless before meeting Kev. And considering the lack of drama in our relationship. Anyway, write to me with your relationship problems! And I will SOLVE THEM FREE OF CHARGE!!

happy monday. hope your good news outweighs the bad news this week!

yarny FO’s and a naughty bit at the end

Published Sunday, January 28, 2007 in craftiness, relationship/sex and photos. 5 Comments

the endless scarf is done!

very long scarf

it is hugely long and I love it. I did end up having a little yarn leftover, so…

nosewarmer

NO! it’s NOT a cock muzzle! ya dirty bird!

it’s a nose warmer!

nosewarmer

my nose gets cold. what of it? pattern from knitty. you will note I didn’t add the tassel at the tip, because geez, THAT would be just silly!

and finally, the naughty bit…

along with yarn shopping on friday, we stopped at my favorite little novelty store. Mollie made a good purchase, but she’ll have to share that story. I already have an order on the way from JT’s (story coming soon), so I was just there to browse. Until I saw one of these, and HAD to pick it up for a couple of bucks:

nipple nibbler!!!!

what is it? like flavored chapstick for your nips, and meant to be…mmmmm…tasty. like Kev NEEDS any further encouragement, but hey, it’s all in fun!

review: very strong raspberry scent, but flavor is more of a kind of minty eukalyptis, which is what causes it to be also very TINGLY. Oooo…tingly nips!

overall: kind of overpriced, but still fun. 1 thumb up.

thanks :)

Published Friday, January 12, 2007 in relationship/sex and conversations. 8 Comments

…for all the kind words and advice on my previous post. Everyone’s comments were very helpful. Except for Derek’s. I know things will work out, and that things aren’t as dire as they seem right now. It’s just very new and scary - I haven’t had to actively look for a job since the summer after my junior year of college (I worked as a cashier at Eckerd - really, my resume didn’t need any padding for that job).

But I can’t end a friday with that depressing post. Please feel free to add any words of wisdom, kindness or ridicule me for being such a baby and to shut up and join the REAL world, you softy student used to continued financial support from your parents as well as several government loans!

Or you can click below and read about a typical bedtime in the Evil household.

Continue reading ‘thanks :)’

girl crush

Published Sunday, January 7, 2007 in relationship/sex, food and geeking out. 11 Comments

I have a girl crush. Bad. Worse than for Selma Hayak. Worse than for Liv Tyler. I would go total lesbian for this woman IN A HEARTBEAT!

Continue reading ‘girl crush’

ooooeeeeeeeee!!!!

Published Wednesday, December 13, 2006 in relationship/sex and conversations. 9 Comments

scene: in bed. I am knitting, and Kev is flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch.

Kev: *looks at me and grins*

ESC: what? *looks at tv* oh godDAMMIT, why is this ALWAYS ON when we’re in here?

it’s Deliverance. Back when we were first “a courtin’”, Kev used to tease me that this was his favorite movie. He’d quote it all the time: “squeeeeel like a pig!” Can you believe I still married him?

Kev: hehehehe…hey baby…will you be my Ned Beatty?

ESC:…that is the LEAST ROMANTIC THING EVER SAID IN THE HISTORY OF EVERYTHING!

Kev: HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAAA!!!

ESC: seriously, that is the WORST thing you have EVER SAID TO ME!

Kev: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That got a much better response from you than I thought it would.

ESC: and I’m BLOGGING IT!

and his berthen is light

Published Sunday, December 10, 2006 in daily, relationship/sex and photos. 12 Comments

Messiah was a success. Whew! Glad that’s over.

Our director hired musicians to accompany us - couple of violins, viola, cello, bass. Good group. One of the violin players, though…

OK, he LOOKED normal - kind of puffy looking 40ish, mustache, glasses, lame…BUT

He greased up his hair and spiked it into kind of a faux mohawk, and dyed it PURPLE.

what’s weirder - apparently, he didn’t show up to the church like that. His hair was NORMAL when he came in the morning. He spiked it RIGHT BEFORE THE SERVICE.

Freak.

Tonight was our choir christmas party - w00t! Lots of food and booze. And I dressed EXTRA christmasy:

new red socks

Remember those socks I was debating? I ordered them. Two pair. The other pair is pale pink.
Kev really likes them. I mean REALLY REALLY likes them. Like, I put them on, and then somehow, 5 minutes later I found my self nekkid in bed. Feeling very very VERY good.

Best 10 bucks I ever spent

married life

Published Saturday, December 2, 2006 in relationship/sex and conversations. 11 Comments

***guess who is who***

Did you like that?

Yeahhh…that was good baby. You ready for some now?

No, I’m OK.

Are you sure?

Yeahhhh…

Awwww….please? Please let me?

*exaggerated sigh* OK, I guess you can make me cum.

OK! First let me put a load of towels in the washer.

good and bad

Published Wednesday, October 25, 2006 in relationship/sex, misc and photos. 9 Comments

the good:

Yesterday I put our new sheets, blanket, and quilt on the bed, and replaced the bright red curtains in a calming neutral shade to match (OK, they are twin sheets used as curtains. but they still look good). They are beautiful. A marked contrast from the previous set - all bright yellows and oranges and reds. When I first moved to atlanta, and when I bought my condo after living for a year in an apartment of all whites, I wanted COLOR! BRIGHT BEAUTIFUL BOLD COLORS! Excitement! Passion!

But now I want soothing, calming colors. Rich and luxuriant. Chocolately warm colors with a hint of pale pink femininity. I was obsessed with brown and pink in the registry. I think I did pretty good - I couldn’t find a set that met all my (er…our) needs, so I mixed and matched to get what I (umm…we) wanted!

Our bed is gorgeous. And the high thread count sheets are amazing. Kev and I both loved the softness, and he especially loved that the quilt, in contrast to the previous bulky comforter, was warm without being suffocating. We very much enjoyed…hehe…breaking in the new bedding last night.

the bad:

our bed is now so damned comfortable that I absolutely could not get out of bed this morning. I am supposed to be writing, dammit! Not snuggled deep in my bed, blanket pulled up to my chin, watching HGTV until noon!

(noon? did I say noon? of course not! I meant…errr…10:00. yeah. sweetie, I was totally out of bed right after you left)

old bed: (actually, this pic is really old - pre-Kev. look how less cluttered it is. *sigh*)
old bed style

new bed:

new bed style

back to reality

Published Saturday, October 21, 2006 in relationship/sex and wedding. 5 Comments

We’re back home to chilly Atlanta and a better internet connection. Nightly storms seemed to mess with the wi/fi at the rental house, which is why there hasn’t been much posty goodness.

I will post some pictures later - tonight or tomorrow*. Truthfully, I hadn’t taken all that many more - there’s only so many pictures you can take of a sandy beach and us fishing. And blue crabs. Lots and lots of blue crabs.

I’m going to go stare longingly at the photographic print we bought from the art gallery on our way off the island, showing the beach, sea oats blowing in the wind, and storm clouds blowing in…

(and if you’re a trucker who was driving north on 316 today, I was the girl in pink giving her husband** a hand job in the red camry. w00t! hope you enjoyed the show.)

*pics are now up at the flickr site

**HUSBAND! TEE HEE!

florida bound

Published Saturday, October 14, 2006 in daily and relationship/sex. 4 Comments

by the time this gets posted, we should be well on our way. we packed most of our stuff last night - you would not believe how much stuff we can cram into the trunk of a camry. And in the back seat. It’s just as well Sadie isn’t coming with us - we would have had to strap her to the roof!

the weather forecast is looking warm…but…possibly stormy. *sigh* doesn’t matter. I’m getting my beach on if I have to sit through a HURRICANE to do it!

so all this week, while you’re at work, or washing dishes, or waiting in a long line at Target…

think of Kev and me….

here.

dinner and conversation

Published Sunday, August 27, 2006 in relationship/sex, food and conversations. 1 Comment

Kev and I have talked about the name thing a couple of times, especially recently (with the blog post)

Dinner: grilled cheese sammiches made with extra sharp vermont cheddar, thin sliced granny smith apple, and bacon. And tuscan white bean soup. From…a mix. I can’t be gourmet all the time. Darned good, though!

Conversation:

ESC: you still OK with whatever I choose for my name?

Kev: yesss…of course! Just…two rules.

ESC: yeah?

Kev: my name has to be in there, and we don’t do that hyphenated thing with the kids you wrote about in your comments. We can hyphenate their names, but it has to be consistant.
ESC: Oh yeah, I wouldn’t hyphenate the kids* names.

Kev: OK then. Whatever you decide is fine.

ESC: *grins* love you!

Kev: love YOU!

*KIDS??? No. Kid. One. ONE ONLLLLYYYYYYY!!!!!

A very important opinion poll

Published Friday, August 25, 2006 in relationship/sex, favorites, science! and ask blogland. 40 Comments

Mostly for the ladies, but I’d like some male input as well.

Why do I do these interactive posts on friday, just before the weekend when everyone stops reading blogs and commenting? Maybe I’ll leave this up for a while.

OK, I am getting married in 6 WEEKS OH MY GOD!!! One MAJOR decision I have to make at some point is…my last name.

On the one hand…I’ve had my last name for a long time. I’ll be thirty in December, so almost thirty years of the same last name. My relationship with that name has been rocky, it’s often mispronounced, and it’s easy to make fun of. Though growing up, most people made fun of my first name, and it was my brothers who bore the brunt of the taunting for the last name (those of you privy to my last name can probably figure out why).

But…I’m proud of that name. It’s my family. And though there are some members of my extended family that I’d rather not have to deal with…dammit…I love my family! And there have been long years of emotional and financial support, putting me through college and grad school, that it would almost be a slap in the face to say “OK! Now I’m Dr. [Kev’s last name]!

On the OTHER hand, getting married means becoming part of a new family. And I have been so lucky in that Kev’s family has welcomed me as a member of the family, almost since the first time I met them. Though we come from very different backgrounds, they have embraced me as one of their own. I want to be able to honor that, and symbolize that I have indeed become a member of their family by taking their name.

The OBVIOUS answer here, and the one I’m sure everyone is thinking, is “gee, why don’t you just hyphenate?” Which is definately a possibility. While both of our names are unique, they don’t sound all that terrible together. It’s not like we’re both Polish and have 12 sylable names containing many W’s and Z’s.

However, at least one person in my lab who has a hyphenated last name has warned me off of it, saying that having a hyphen in your name is a major PAIN IN THE PATOOTY, as credit card companies and the like have a difficult time recognizing the hyphen. Which to me just seems silly, because I know ALOT of people who have hyphenated names, and it seems like these companies need to get with the times.

One of our post docs kept her maiden name. However, privately she is known by her maiden name, as she lives in the conservative, family oriented suburbs (much to her chagrin at times - it’s the county that used to have the warning lable on science books in the schools “WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS INFORMATION ON EVOLUTION, WHICH IS A THEORY, AND THEREFORE IS BLASPHEMOUS AND OFFENSIVE TO JESUS!” or some shit like that) call her by her married name, because that is her husband and children’s last name, and by gosh that ~~must~~ will be her name too! I suppose it’s easier to accept it than to keep correcting them.
I’ve already emailed my advisor. She hyphenated, but I think in her private life just goes by her married name.

Of course, my data pool could be biased. Alot of women in science seem to hyphenate or keep their maiden name. The reason for this, I’ve been told, is that it becomes difficult for people to search for all your papers if you’ve published under two different names. Hyphenating solves much of that problem. So it could be that hyphenating is extremely rare and weird in the “real” world.

So I’m throwing this out to blogland. Women! Married women! Did you keep your husband’s name? Keep your maiden name? Hyphenate? Create some weird hybrid of the two? Why? And have you had any problems with this decision? - ie, credit cards, SS cards, taxes, PTA meetings. If you had to do it all over again, would you make the same decision?

I’d also like the input of the single girls, if this is something you’ve thought about already.

AND, I’d like the opinion of men. What did your wife decide, and were you supportive? Or hurt? Was there any familial backlash if she decided to keep her name or hyphenate?

I must gather data before making my decision!!!!

Happy Birthday, My Love

Published Thursday, August 17, 2006 in daily, relationship/sex and photos. 9 Comments

Today is my sweetie’s birthday. Send him some love, won’t you? I know I will be

A morning of ups and downs.

Published Sunday, July 30, 2006 in daily, relationship/sex and weekend warriors. 9 Comments

MOSTLY ups.
In order to increase the chances of my going to hell, I decided to play hooky from church and the choir* this morning so I could sleep in and have lazy weekend morning sex with Kev.

*shit like this always backfires on me. later I will find out that there were NO altos there, so the choir really struggled, but then somehow the sermon was totally awesome, best ever given, half the congregation in tears, and then afterwards there were cookies.

Just as we were about to enjoy an appropriate post-lazy weekend morning sex breakfast of fried eggs, toast and bacon, I heard “OH SHIT!” and saw Kev sprint to the laundry room faster than I have EVER seen that boy move before. The load of laundry he had started only minutes before had somehow OVERFLOWED the washer, and water was pouring out everywhere…beginning to flood our laundry room, and coming DANGEROUSLY close to soaking our NEW FUCKING FLOOR in the hallway.

crap.

we got it cleaned up, but we are now out of clean towels. Oh, and no washing machine.

It’s probably OK, just a freak accident, but we are mistrustful. Fortunately, we do have a washer/dryer set of Kev’s in storage, that we were planning on keeping with us after the move…BUT…

It’s a nice set, but cheap. We can move them in here, sell them with the condo, and then buy a NEW set when we move. With wedding money. That I wanted to use to buy a new couch.

Oh well.

Oh, did I mention Sadie tried to eat Kev’s abandoned eggs? Because for her, food left on plate and on the floor, is fair game. I managed to snatch it away before she fully dug in…and it is a testament to how far Kev has come that he decided to eat them anyway. there are worse things.

And we’ve been on boil water restrictions all weekend because of a water line break north of here. THE FUN NEVER ENDS!!!!

ANWAY…with that wonderful start to the day…I decided to make some good things happen.

WE HAVE A HONEYMOON!!!!

A week after the wedding (just worked out better for us timing wise, though I will probably regret not sprinting out of the reception straight to the beach), we will be laying on a white sandy beach riiiight…here.

We rented a house just 100 steps away from the beach. (Those right ON the beach were a little out of our price range, unless anyone out there has a few thousand dollars they’d like to lend us. No? Ok then).

We can do our own thing: swim, fish, rent a boat, rent bikes, grill, and fuck each others brains out without worry that someone on the other side of the wall will get all bitchy about it.

It’s going to be WONDERFUL!!! Ahhhh…I can’t FUCKING WAIT!!!!

OK. back to scrape drywall. Don’t ask.

oooo…and like, maybe he’s a PIRATE…yeahhhh….

Published Sunday, June 18, 2006 in relationship/sex, conversations and TMI. 9 Comments

Voting and opinions continue below. I installed a plugin to make it a “sticky” post, and it worked…except that it displayed every single one of my posts on the front page and made my sidebar disappear. BUH BYE, PLUGIN!

Conversations around the Evil house:

Kev: so we should go to bed early so we can get up early and start working on the floor.

ESC: OK, early. So we should probably get up at, say…the crack of 10 and work?

Kev: hehehehe…I like you

*next morning, actual time, around 11*

Kev: OK, we really need to get up and start on the flooring

ESC: *groan* can’t you just bring the wood in HERE?

Kev: hehehehehehe…why YES I CAN!

ESC: NOT what I MEANT!

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ESC: …I heard it on the radio a while back that in the top 5 women’s fantasy list, the rape fantasy is something like #2.

Kev: really?

ESC: not that women WANT to be REALLY raped, EVER…but there’s a little bit of fantasy about it.

Kev: well, yeah, right? Like, not raped by stranger, but “raped” by your boyfriend in a romantic sense?

ESC: yeah, I suppose. or, you know, a handsome stranger…where you pretend it’s against your will and you “struggle” a bit.

Kev: uh…huh.

ESC: or like a tall muscular rough character kind of guy…

Kev: *annoyed* uh HUH! dammit!

ESC: …with a gigantic *mfffmfmffff*

Kev: *covering my mouth with his hand* DAMMIT!!!!!

a day off…

Published Friday, June 2, 2006 in daily, dog and relationship/sex. 5 Comments

from flooring. the nightmare goes on, and we still only have half a floor. Instead of dealing with it tonight, something that probably would have ended with us flinging wood laminate at the walls, screaming obsenities and cursing the god of lumber, we decided a night OUT was appropriate.

First…an oh-so-neccessary, stress relieving quickie

Then, a dinner out, with real food, not fast food. The storm knocked the power out at our favorite noodle place, but our second favorite place was unaffected.

A trip to target (a new purse - clearance! - a cute and appropriate bridal shower outfit for me - $37! a computer game for Kev - $10! - we are super frugal AND fun!).

And finally, we split some ice cream from Brusters, and since it was raining, we got two scoops of strawberry cheesecake in a waffle bowl for the price of one scoop. An excellent way to end a friday evening.

Tomorrow…back to the flooring.

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we need to finish the flooring soon. For sadie’s sake. She is, I swear to god, depressed. She just lays in her bed all day. Her crate is still in pieces, and she just doesn’t know what to do with herself. She just lays around and stares up at me so sadly. I keep telling her what a good girl she is - it’s not her fault the floor is a mess and we’re all stressed out.
Kev gave her an empty peanut butter jar to lick clean - maybe that will cheer her up.

together too long

Published Friday, May 19, 2006 in relationship/sex and conversations. 14 Comments

in the shower together.

ESC: damn

Kev: what?

ESC: I can’t remember if I shaved my pits or not yet.

*assumes akward pose to check*

ESC: I can’t see. Can you tell?

*offers armpit up for investigation*

Kev: hmmm…I think so. looks pretty smooth to me.

ESC: ok, thanks

Kev: hehehehehehe

ESC: what?

Kev: wuvvv…TWOOOO wuvvv…

ESC: we’ve been together too long already, haven’t we?

Taped to our door today

Published Monday, April 10, 2006 in relationship/sex and conversations. 7 Comments

Dear Neighbor,

As you read this note, please keep in mind that the walls are thins. Night after night, we are forced to participate in your lovemaking through the walls. Unfortunately, we are often woken-up out of our sleep. I know that you may not be aware of this matter, but we can hear everything, literally.

We do not want to be privy to such an intimate act between two people/lovers. So with all due respect, could you please find a way to reduce the banging of the bed against the walls. Thank you for being considerate in the matter.

Sincerely,

Your neighbor

….

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!

Given the spelling and punctuation errors, I think I know who this is. The sisters who live below us - english is not their first language. Most likely the one who’s bedroom is under ours. And my first impression is to say SUCK IT, BITCH. because she likes to smoke on her porch at night, and if our windows are open, the whole place smells like an ashtray. Alternatively, it could be our neighbors next to us, to which again I say SUCK IT. Your dog barks too much.
Second of all, tmakes it sound like we do the horizontal mamba every night. HA! Good lord woman, it’s two or three times a week MAX. And that’s mostly on the weekends…and in the afternoon. Admitedly, last night was an exception, as we were both up late and needed some stress relief. So for the 2am quickie, I apologize.

We’ll move the bed further away from the wall. But we’re not going to limit our sex life for you. Sorry. If you wanted complete quiet, you should have bought a house. Believe me, I’ve heard MUCH worse from the various upstairs neighbors I’ve had. You have it EASY.

“night after night”

SNORT!

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Conversation that did not lead to noisy, bed banging “intimacy”

ESC: can you get me some tea?

Kev: sure

brings back tea with ice

ESC: ohhh…mine had lemon in it before

Kev: *glare* *walks away*

ESC: that’s OK. You don’t have to love me that much.

Kev: godDAMMIT!

a no rant friday night

Published Friday, April 7, 2006 in relationship/sex and food. 6 Comments

I HAD a ranty evil post all in my head for tonight. Oooo…it’s a good one. One that might get me Dooced. But OHHH, i wanted to VENT earlier!

But now I’m home and comfortable. And it’s a friday night. Not a ranty time. I’ll save the Dooceable rant for another time.

Right now I’ll tell you how to guarentee NO sex for an evening, but in a happy way.

Wait for a somewhat special occasion. Kev passed one of his Windows tests this week (he’s getting a bunch of certificates in addition to the BS he already has, to try to give him an edge in a glutted IT job market). Plus he joined the Y a few weeks ago and has been working out like a FIEND. And it SHOWS. Ohhh…my….yes. It shows.

Mmmmmmmmmuscles….

Where was I? Oh yeah, this is like a casual special occasion.

So make yourself a big batch of homemade chicken parmesean and pasta. Homemade sauce, too. The quickie kind, not the “simmer all day” kind. And pour a nice chianti (no fava beans, please).

Eat yourself silly, then lay around on the couch like a couple of beached. Whales, too full to do anything but change the channel. AND tell the cook what a wonderful fiance’ she is, and how she’s the best cook ever. And smooch a bit.
I think I orgasmed on all that ALONE! Nice….

An enjoyable not ranty friday night.

is this thing on?

Published Wednesday, March 22, 2006 in relationship/sex. 0 Comments

was it just me, or was blogger being a total beeotch for most of today?

geez loiuse! It’s making me think more and more about jumping ship to another platform, like some other people have done or are considering. but because I am a control freak, I’d probably have to pay for hosting, just to be able to customize my blog.

is it worth it? hmmmmm….

anway, last night was so much fun! for me! and a little for Kev, I guess.

Because we went to Macy’s and started our registry!

Oh my god, is it a weird feeling. To basically say “this shall be our china pattern from now on, for eternity. SO SHALL IT BE!”

We didn’t pick much out - we were pretty hungry. But we do have our china pattern (gah! so grown up!) and some nice stainless tableware. The silver is a little pricey - vera wang’s silverware goes up to SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS PER PLACE SETTING! Holy crap! Kev liked having imput on what we did register for, so I guess I’ll keep him in the loop. His main concern is STURDY SILVERWARE! Nothing crappy that bends when you dig into some ice cream. So the stainless set we registered for is VERY STURDY! but pretty!

There’s a bunch of stuff I want to add, but I can do it online as soon as they get the registry on the website. We’ll probably also hit Target, because really, who DOESN’T register at Target?

I’ll probably have the registries linked at my wedding blog soon - which some of you have access to, so if you’re dying to see what I’ve picked out, just wait a few days. If you are indignant that you are unaware of my wedding blog, email me. If I know you, I’ll give you the link. My family and “real life” friends have access to that blog, so there will be a lot more detailed information on it than I’d like my normal, everyday blog stalker to know.

Anyway, after THAT fun, we ate dinner at the Buckhead Diner. Which is not really a diner. It’s a really expensive restaurant that has some diner overtones, but in a tasteful and classy way. Neither of us had been there before, and we had a $25 gift card that some friends had given us a LOOOOONG time ago that we had never used and had kind of forgotten about (oops! sorry V and E!)

Anyway, we totally pigged out. Diet was long forgotten. By the time we got a table, it was almost 8:30 and we were STARVING! Appetizer pleeze! Homemade potato chips with bleu cheese sauce. For my dinner, I had a beef tenderloin BLT and some veggies…and a side of chips! The waiter forgot to mention that part…

Kev had some yummy roasted chicken and mashed taters. we were already full, but splurged on dessert. We got my ice cream for free, because it was their ANNIVERSARY DESSERT! FREE! And THAT is why you ALWAYS tell the restaurant what you are celebrating. You may possibly have to endure an embarrassing birthday serenade from the waitstaff, but the free dessert makes it all worth it. BD’s ice cream is homemade…it was WONDERFUL! and no embarassing song, though they did stick a candle in it.

We waddled back to the car and made it home. And…sorry dear readers…no freaky stories of sordid funky monkey sex. We were exhausted and full to bursting. Lots of cuddling and kissies and “love you!” and cutesy stuff that people who have been together longer than 6 months don’t do anymore, but we are JUST THAT CUTE!

Monkey sex shall resume tonight.

ps: I put this in the previous note’s comments, but the story of how Kev and I met can be found here. It’s not ALL the details, but it gives you the general story.

3 years

Published Tuesday, March 21, 2006 in relationship/sex. 0 Comments

How can 3 years go by so quickly, yet feel like they’ve lasted a lifetime? I can’t even remember what life was like before without you. I can’t imagine the future without you.

I love you so much, sweetie.

*************update*****************

what a great anniversary! we had a fantastic evening. details…well…SOME details later

theevils

A post with no mention of poop of any color

Published Wednesday, February 22, 2006 in relationship/sex and conversations. 0 Comments

Conversations with Julie, or why you all deseperaly want to IM chat with us ALL THE TIME!

Julie: Lori and I went to a sex shop last night, and now they have a mini-butterfly! for use “while having sex”

ESC: oooooo

Julie: yeah.

ESC: did you get it???

Julie: damn thing was $50, so I didn’t get it, but I did drop a hint to Rick.

Julie: Who will probably not pick up on said hint.

ESC: hehehehehehe…nice

ESC: I have the bigger one

ESC: it’s not a butterfly though…

ESC: I think it’s a hummingbird?

Julie: “the bigger one” sounds so dirty.

ESC: *evil laugh*

Julie: do the antennae vibrate?

ESC: it’s supposed to strap on, but I’ve never figured out the straps

Julie: wait, hummingbirds don’t have antennae.

ESC: beak

Julie: ahhhh.

Julie: the girl showing it to us was like “Here, feel it’s antennae! They’re the best part!”

ESC: I think it’s more designed for women who are built a little more….external than I am

ESC: antennae are probably nicer than a beak!

Julie: peck peck peck.

ESC : youch

Julie: obviously, you need a rabbit.

ESC: I HAVE a rabbit - did you not see my post?

Julie: that was the other thing she showed us. “Everyone comes in for the Rabbit or the Butterfly”

Julie: but it didn’t look like the one she showed me last night.

ESC: it’s a vibrator with a little clit buzzer thingie

ESC : right?

Julie: yeah, but the one she showed us last night had more pearls inside.

Julie: can yours switch directions?

ESC: yup

Julie: niiiice

ESC: the rabbit ears are too pointy, though

Julie: how scary looking is this:

Julie: and just what we all need, a LIGHT UP DILDO:

ESC: yikes!

ESC: this is what has been recommended to me

ESC: but yikes, it’s expensive

Julie: that thing scares me.

Julie: it looks too hard.

Julie: and “golden spoon” attachment is just gnasty

ESC: there are different attachments

ESC: padded ones are supposed to be more gentle

ESC: I don’t think this is they kind of toy you want to go butter churning with

Julie : EXACTLY.

Julie: this is not a toy for thrusting, boys and girls.

ESC: no, it’s for gentle stimulation until you hover up to the ceiling and then go shooting across the room

Julie: dude, check this one out:

ESC: looks like it has an electric toothbrush attachment

Julie: which stretches up to a foot away.

Julie: in case you don’t want full contact sex.

ESC: yes, I need my PERSONAL SPACE, PLEASE!

Julie: “okay, it’s mutual masturbation time, but you stay OVER THERE.”

ESC: and this is multitasking gone TOO FAR!

Julie: “also fills in nicely as a spanking toy” Uh huh.

Julie: guess you can get it through airport security no questions asked, tho.

ESC: some of these are just too weird

Julie: lol. Rick is always saying that he hopes my cell is on vibrate when he calls

ESC: beam me up, scotty….harder….HARDER! HAAARRRDERRRR!!!!

ESC: I like the name of this one: here’s to you, Mrs Robinson INDEED!

Julie: what the hell is an N size battery?

ESC: I have NO idea

Julie: crazy. special batteries for sex toys.

ESC: walk into wal-mart and ask for THAT!

ESC: here are some toys that look like fallopian tubes

Julie: because *that’s* sexy

ESC: it’s sexucational!

Spunk Bubbler

Published Tuesday, February 14, 2006 in relationship/sex and food. 0 Comments

There. Now I’LL get crazy google hits, too.

I was doing SO WELL today! My half cup of oatmeal and two pieces of canadian bacon (ok…it’s HAM people…very thin, small, slices of HAM! stupid canadians), my lunch of turkey and swiss sandwich and also choked down some very tart raspberries. Afternoon snack of strawberries and cottage cheese.

mmmmm…

of course…the lab was full of chocolate. EVERYONE brought chocolate. Including some Harry and David’s heart shaped truffles….

OK, I cheated and ate one.

Ok…two.

But that was it!

Then after working out, I ran to Kroger to pick up a few things. We were having baked salmon and broccoli for dinner - Curves diet! But…just because it was valentine’s day…I picked up some shrimp sushi and a bottle of chardonnay.

I get home. On the table are a card with money and directions to get myself a pedicure and manicure, a pot of bright red gerber daisies, a small bag of truffles…and a bottle of wine.

Then Kev says as a treat, when he was out getting the wine, he bought some sushi…

great minds think alike! After a few truffles, sushi, a glass of wine…and THEN my recommended curves dinner….

OK, tonight was off the diet. But it was VALENTINE’S DAY!

Hope everyone had a great V-Day! And even if you aren’t spending it with someone you love, hope you’ve got a good DVD rented, a package of oreos, and a big glass of chocolate milk to wash them down with to keep you company.

At least…that’s how I used to spend MY valentine’s day.

As for the rest of tonight…after I give Sadie a bath (god, she STINKS!), I plan on taking a nice hot bath myself…and then maybe slipping into something red and silky I bought for just this occasion

digging for information and a poll

Published Sunday, January 22, 2006 in daily and relationship/sex. 0 Comments

So one of the (few) tasks given to Kevin during the whole “weddin’ plannin’ thing” is the honeymoon.

Anyone who’s met Kev knows that the man likes a bargain. No…strike that…IS WHOLELY OBSESSED with finding a bargain. He wants to get a good deal on this honeymoon.

I want to have fun and relaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax. Preferably on a beach. With maybe some deep sea fishin’ thrown in for fun (on a boat serving wine, of course).

We’ve looked a little into the Sandals resorts. We both likey the “all inclusiveness” of it - drinky drinks, food, and some activities included in the total price. But we do have some concerns. Will we be bored out of our skulls after one day? And Sandals does seem kind of cliche for a honeymoon…maybe we should try someplace unexpected and weird! Like Thailand!

So I decided to throw it out to blogland friends and complete strangers. Because that’s what the internets is for! That…and porn!

mmmm…delicious porn.

So! My questions for my dear readers (and that includes YOU LURKERS, TOO!) are…

1. if you ever been to a Sandals resort, how was it? Can you spend a week there without getting totally bored and attempting escape?

2. what are some places bloglanders have been on their honeymoons/romantic getaways, and would you recommend these locations?

3. OK, you’ve never been to Sandals, had a honeymoon, or been anywhere romatic (I am sooo sorry)…if you had your fantasy, where would YOU go?

Englighten me, blogland! Remember, the better the honeymoon, the BETTER the pictures will be when I post them. I’m only thinking of YOU, THE READER! So if you wanna see pictures of a drunk ESC, half nekkid and lying out on the beach with 3 midgets and a zebra…TELL ME WHERE WE CAN DO THAT!

oh sweet sweet heaven

Published Thursday, January 19, 2006 in relationship/sex and food. 1 Comment

Have you ever eaten anything SO GOOD, that when you finished it, you were sad, because it was all gone? And part of you wanted to throw it up, JUST so you could eat it ALL OVER AGAIN???

I just did. I mean, I didn’t throw up anything. But I had a meal THAT GOOD.

We ate at a potential reception place today. It’s a french/german restaurant that’s not so close to the church as I’d like.

BUT

The food…was…soooo….damn…good.

I had beef wellington. an INDIVIDUAL beef wellington. It was ADORABLE! Wrapped in its own little puff pastry! And the tenderloin inside was like…buttah.

Kev had veal marsala. Also very tasty. And our waiter was a hoot. I think he might have been italian or spanish.

“You take your time…you read the menu, yes? you ask me ANYTHING! You ask the waiter! Anything! Ask me what is good, I TELL you what is good! But you take your time, right? But if you need me, you just call over ‘Oscar!’ and I come! OK? You look at menu. Ask me ANYTHING.”

and on like that. When I asked about the beef wellington, I thought he was going to orgasm RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF US!

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHH..the BEEF WELLINGTON! Everything! the beef wellington! I would not trade the beef wellington for ANYTHING! Yes! The beef wellington!”

So you see I had to get it.

So yeah, we have a front runner in the search for a reception locale. Just thought I’d keep THIS group updated, as I seem to be spending a lot of time over at the wedding blog. Sorry about that. But really, not a whole lot has been going on that is NOT wedding related in my life. I’m hoping once the really big decisions are out of the way, I can return to normal life.

And that will be in….November. After the wedding. That sounds about right.

MOTHER!

Published Sunday, January 15, 2006 in rants, relationship/sex and family. 0 Comments

IF YOU DECIDE TO NOT GIVE ME A BUDGET TO WORK WITH BEFORE SENDING ME OUT INTO THE WILDERNESS BY MYSELF TO FIND A RECEPTION SITE DO NOT GET ALL BITCHY AND SURPRISED AT ME WHEN THE NUMBER I COME BACK WITH DOES NOT FIT INTO YOUR MAGICAL “SECRET” BUDGET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but now I have a budget. and it’s back to the drawing board.

*sigh*

OK, I lied

Published Friday, January 13, 2006 in rants, relationship/sex, misc, blogging and science!. 0 Comments

I lied in my comments in the last post. I did have some time to tweak around my template. of course, I SHOULD have used that time to knit. Or clean. But something like that just eats at me. TEMPLATE PROBLEMS! POOR, DEPRIVED READERS WHO CAN’T VIEW MY BLOG PROPERLY!

I am nothing but a fan whore.

So I tweaked. New people and regulars who had trouble before - please let me know how it looks. The banner at the top looks weird in IE, but I’m not sure what to do about it. And if you have 800 x 600 screen resolution….well…good luck.

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and boy howdy, if I thought the place I looked at yesterday was expensive…today’s was even more. Yikes! It’s a beautiful venue for a reception…but I think it’s too pricey. Plus no attached hotel for drunken friends.

And no comped hotel room for the bride and groom….I mean….COME ON!

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Enough of that.

Miserable week in science.

There is construction work going on in our hallway - they’re renovating the lab space adjacent to ours. They’re also doing something funky to the ventilation, and on tuesday, we had some kind of weird wind tunnel effect when our front door was open. The pressure would actually prevent the door from closing, and we had a strong breeze blowing through the lab.

Carrying construction dust.

Over the media plates I was using for my experiment.

Of the 300 plates I used in my experiment…I would say that 270 of them were complete covered in…NOT beautiful and perfectly round and happy yeast colonies…but A SOLID LAWN OF WHITE FUZZ.

contaminated. I would suspect it was the water, but there were a few plates unscathed. Must have been the air flow bringing in dirty air from next door. GODDAMIT!!! A waste of a week. Nothing was usable. Even the few left clean don’t help me.

Also a bad week in science in general. EVERYONE is talking about the scandal in Korea. We have a Korean post-doc in the lab, and she’s REALLY taking it hard. Not that we’re disappointed that there aren’t any cloned stem cells…but the fact that they LIED! and SO MUCH other unethical stuff - coercing female techs in the lab into giving up their eggs…ugh. And right now…SCIENCE DOESN’T NEED THIS! Science is already in the limelight for the whole evolution thing. We’re gaining ground there. But this puts EVERYONE’S credibility in question.

not that we aren’t perfectly aware that there are certain labs (which shall be unnamed here, don’t wanna get Dooced) that have stretched their data a little thin. Made sweeping conclusions on flimsy results, and only got published because they’re in the national academy, or know someone on the editorial board.

But something THIS huge hurts us all. I can’t even believe they thought they would get away with it! CLONED HUMAN STEM CELLS?? SURELY NO ONE WILL DOUBLE CHECK THAT!

And then there is the tool from University of Pittsburgh who, once the scandal broke, requested that his name be removed from the paper.

What a jackass. If your NAME is on a paper, you’d better be DAMNED sure that you were actively involved in confirming results, you’ve gone over the date critically, and are sure that the conclusions are solid. That’s why your name is on the paper, even if you didn’t personally do the work. You were consulted. You gave opinion.

If you FAILED to do any of this, and just decided that it would REALLY inflate your ego and boost your career to have your name on a GROUNDBREAKING paper, and you didn’t do your homework…

tough shit. You dug your own grave there. and it’s POOR FORM to all of a sudden say “oohhhh…I don’t want my name associated with this scandal.” You go down with the ship, asswipe.

But that’s just my opinion.

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And ummm…for those that came over here from Erosblog looking for more sex posts…

ummm….

boobies?

sorry. my blog isn’t consistantly naughty. it isn’t consitantly anything.

Not sure how it happened…

Published Thursday, January 12, 2006 in relationship/sex and food. 0 Comments

I can’t believe it. I was always so…uncaring about the whole thing. Yeah, whatever. I want a simple affair. really, I just want a small party. Hang out with friends. Casual. Relaxed. No stressful planning.

but I have become…

Psycho wedding planner.

Seriously, it’s all I can think about. I can’t eat at a restaurant without thinking “I wonder if this would do for a rehearsal dinner?” I can’t hear a band without thinking “Wonder if they do weddings?” I can’t even TALK to anyone without mentioning the wedding at LEAST once.

I do not want to be this person.

I do not want to be Psycho Bride. Bridezilla. Bride of Frankenstein (hehehehe…that makes Kev frankenstein. what would that look like?)

Once I get the reception place worked out, things will calm down. For two weeks. Then my mother comes to visit, and we have to fit a ton of crap into a week: dress shopping, invitation design (we’re making our own), maybe some rehearsal dinner investigation.

I did meet with one potential reception place today. I’m not going into all the details here, but let me just say: wow. weddings are expensive.

OK, I’m not going to bring up the wedding again.

Tonight I went out with some girls from the lab. We ate a very nice dinner at Eurasia. Mmmm…lamb chops, japanese veggies, and rice. Then to a little coffee shop called Java Monkey for some live music. The quartet that performed KICKED ASS. Beautiful harmonies. Gospel, a little doo wap. A little folk. Awesome.

Wonder if they do weddings?

*SMACK!*

Anyway, I put myself on their mailing list. I’d LOVE to hear them again.

Also, apparently there is free live music every week at Java Monkey. Why was I too lazy to know this??? I’m definately going back. And dragging Kev with me.

And they’re too small for the reception.

*SMACK!*

yet another conversation at our house

Published Tuesday, January 10, 2006 in relationship/sex and conversations. 0 Comments

*rattling noises coming from the kitchen*

Me: *accusing* HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE!!!!

Kev: putting together YOUR LUNCH for tomorrow.

Me: oh. ohhhhh sweetie, I love you soooo much!!! and you penis is soooo big!!! you are sooo wonderful!!!

Kev: UH HUH! THAT’S RIGHT!

toy review

Published Monday, January 9, 2006 in relationship/sex and photos. 0 Comments

OK, this again is one of those posts that maybe my “real life” friends might want to skip over, to avoid that “searing image in the back of the brain” thing we talked about. Also this post contains pictures that are NSFW…so read at your own risk.

are you gone? good.

So last friday, Kev and I decided to go out for dinner. Alas, a pre-christmas eating-out splurge depleted us of our savy shopper coupons. YES WE USE COUPONS! Luckily, Kev remembered a place we had been to a few months ago that had a STACK of extra savy shoppers laying around. That place happened to be an adult store catering to women. You know, where we bought the riding crop

But we couldn’t just WALK IN and grap the coupon book without BUYING anything, right? The main part of the store is clothing based - sexy lingerie, lots of leather and feathers, funky super-heeled shoes, etc. But there is a small back room that has the fun toys. You know, the “for novelty use only” stuff. Riiiiiight.

That’s where I spotted this:

a new toy!

a jackrabbit style vibrator! I’ve never had one, and it always seems to be THE MUST HAVE TOY for all women. So I had some money I got for christmas (thanks, grandma!) and a coupon for 15% off (the savy shopper again. YES! COUPONS FOR SEX TOYS!), so I plunked down the $40 and off we went with our new toy!amusing aside: the woman who rung up the toy informed me that this was a very good jackrabbit toy for “beginners.” Apparently, only EXPERIENCED jackrabbit users should utilize the purple colored ones with the plasta-chromed bottom that cost $10 more. Remember that, folks. Stick to sex toys APPROPRIATE for your skill level.

First we went to our favorite noodle place for thai food. Mmmmmm…spicey!

When we got home, it was time to play! First, let’s read the warning label.

warning label

So noted! No skin eruptions here! I skipped the part about consulting a physician. Somehow I think Dr. M could go without the knowledge. He’d probably approve anyway. And I didn’t need a prescription to buy it, right? Notice again the warning in all caps” SOLD AS A NOVELTY ONLY. Yep, a novelty. I’ll just set it right here on my coffee table and use it as a conversation starter….

right.

Now that we’re properly aware of the risks of using the “top-tough” (hehehehehe), let’s see what it looks like.

in all it's glory

It’s cordless, with the somewhat confusing controls on the bottom there. There’s a button to start the little rabbit vibrating, there’s a button for “low” and “high” vibration, there’s a button to turn on the pearled section rotation, and there’s a button that controls the DIRECTION of rotation.This might be too much to figure out blindly, using it by yourself. I recommend getting a partner. Fortunately, I have one handy, who was MORE than willing to assist me. Eager, even, despite his moaning: “I have been replaaaaaced!”

After a liberal application of lube, we began the experimentation. SHIT lube is cold right out of the tube! Someone should make a little lube-warmer device. Like a crock pot for astro-glide.

Anyway, initially, it seemed everything was hitting the right spots. The rabbit was RIGHT THERE, vibrating away, and the rotating pearls were rotating their little hearts out. But after a while, I noticed that the pointy ears of the rabbit were really kind of digging in my skin. I had Kev shift it down a bit…but then the motor controlling the rotation really started making an awful grinding noise. Eventually, I had to move my finger underneath the ears to keep them from digging into me.

The rotation motor doesn’t seem all that powerful, either. Any kind of muscle contraction down there really bogs it down. Is it weird to demand more horsepower in a sex toy? I suppose the more expensive models (you know, the ones for MORE EXPERIENCED users) might have more power in them.

The problem with the rabbit’s ears should be easily fixed by snipping off the tips. Overall, though, I was a little disappointed in the faux-jackrabbit’s performance. The way people talk these things up, I was expecting an orgasm to hit me THE SECOND I REMOVED IT FROM THE BOX…but alas, it was not so. It really took some manuevering to find a comfortable position, and the motor just doesn’t seem equipped to handle much resistance.

Overall, I’d give it a B-. Maybe after a few times using it, I’ll become more comfortable with it and more relaxed, in which case I might up its grade a bit. And it’s entirely possible that this particular model isn’t all that a jackrabbit can be. Maybe one day I can aspire to the MORE EXPERIENCED model.

I’m interested to know if any of you have used a similar toy, and what your experience was with it. Please let me know in comments - you can be anonymous if you’re embarassed

congratulations!

Published Sunday, January 8, 2006 in relationship/sex. 0 Comments

I think the reason that women enjoy being engaged so much is the never ending stream of compliments and congratulations you get.

“you’re engaged! congratulations!”

THANK YOU! I have done NOTHING worthy of congratulations, but I will TAKE IT!

Until today, randomly, the guy bagging my groceries at Publix asked me out of the blue “so you’re getting married soon?”

huh? wha? how did he….?

oh.

God I’m such a dork. I had just come from the Georgia Bridal Show, and was still wearing my “Bride To Be” pink heart shaped sticker. Which I had on THE WHOLE TIME I WAS AT PUBLIX!

Dork.

DORK DORK DORK!

But yeah. Thanks, kind bag boy! Then, of course, comes the next dreaded question. From the friendly cashier lady of Indian descent.

“when is the date?”

“umm…october”

“ohh…why are you waiting so long?”

WHAT? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HAVE TO DO, LADY! I let her go with that, assuming it was cultural, and that maybe Indian weddings only take a few days to plan.

Maybe I should have hired her to do my wedding.

OK, and I should make a confession here. I am going to do my best to NOT blab on and on about wedding plans on this site, because I KNOW you didn’t come here for that. You came for my NEXT post, which will be a sex toy review. (true!) If, however, you are ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATED by the news that you will not be able to read about my ABSOLUTELY FABULOUS (read: “crazed and panicked”) wedding plans…I have good news.

I started a wedding blog.

It is under a completely different blogger account, with no reference whatsoever to this one. Because my MOTHER knows about it. I have set haloscan comments to not show website addresses of commenters, and I HOPE TO GOD I remember to reset the haloscan cookie and comment under my real name and real-life email address, before my mother asks who this ESC person is.

If you want to read this fascinating account, you can email me and I’ll send you the address. However, if I don’t really “know” you, please don’t get upset if I say no. the wedding site site will have more personal details than this site, and I don’t neccessarily need every stalker out there knowing exactly where my reception is, etc.

But for those of you that could give two kitty shits, then rest assured, you can still come to “…but mostly rants” for your daily dose of mostly boring ramblings with the occasional naughty bits I throw in to make sure you’re not dozing off. Because that’s the kind of quality you’ve come to expect from “…but mostly rants!”

DORK!

captain hornypants

Published Wednesday, January 4, 2006 in relationship/sex and family. 0 Comments

(good band name)

announcement: the “sleep in separate beds” rule has been lifted at ESC’s childhood home. My mother made it sound like this WHOLE TIME we could have been sleeping together, just not the first time he came up with me. And as long as I felt comfortable with it, they were OK with it.

uh huh.

Of coure, we couldn’t both sleep in the twin bed in my old room, so we did the full sized bed in the “guest” room (formerly my brother’s room). Which was still cramped, and had an uncomfortable mattress.

So pretty much no lovin’, except for one night on the living room floor after my parents had gone to bed.

So what happens after a week of repression and exhaustion from sleeping together in an uncomfortable bed and the endless parade of family and friend based activities that are thrust upon us over the holidays???

I’m still exhausted. But in a good way. Good lord, we need to visit my family more often, if THIS is the result.

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannd…any desire I had tonight was just KILLED by a commerical for this.

temporary lack of blogging time

Published Tuesday, December 20, 2005 in relationship/sex, misc and blogging. 0 Comments

Really, I am too busy to blog. WAY to busy.

yep.

shouldn’t be blogging.

at all.

nope.

also, while I have a few ideas rattling around up there (”conversations with Jeeeeesus about the war on christmas,” “our post-docs bizzare party experience,” “more damn pictures of stuff I’m knitting and baking,” etc, etc), none of them want to come out of my fingers, on to the keyboard, to make a coherent post. But then again, when have my posts ever been coherent? Never stops you people!

blowjobs!

buttsecks!

see? you people will read anything.

anyway, I really am swamped. I’m struggling to finish two scarves and do some last minute baking. and I have mentioned the christmas cards? NOT A ONE FINISHED! Nothing is mailed yet. I am such a slacker. And instead of attending to those things…I am blogging. Well, I do have white chocolate cherry cookie bars in the oven…so I am doing SOMETHING useful.

Last night I intended to be useful, but instead Kev decided that a MUCH better use of my time was to get a thoroughly intense session of hot monkey sex.

on the couch.

So think of THAT if any of you visit me and sit on my couch.

And the person I bought the couch from occasionally reads this blog. And has sat on it since I took ownership of it. heheheheheheheeee!

I got off topic.

What was my topic? Oh yeah, how I am too busy to blog.

Yep.

christmas party RULES!

Published Saturday, December 17, 2005 in daily, relationship/sex and food. 0 Comments

Yeah it was fun!

Way too much food. And some “holiday cheer” in a bottle…brought by me. I made some cranberry vodka, most of which I’m taking home for celebrating with my family, but I brought a sample big enough for everyone to share.

mmm…dangerously good…

the gifts were HYSTERICAL! and of COURSE I have pictures.

it's a major award!
this is one of the gifts we brought. CLASSY!!! pig bank!
I ended up with this plastic green piggy bank. AWESOME! I’m going to keep it at work and put quarters for my coffee in it.

Kev ended up with a horrible monstrosity of a tree ornament (we think). As best anyone could figure, it’s SUPPOSED to be an eggplant/baby hybrid. But it is unbelievably awful and scary looking.Amazingly, I don’t have a picture. maybe later.

And…that’s about it! Everyone had fun, especially the kids. There were no tears, even when the “stealing” part of the white elephant exchange took place. The veggie dish I brought was a huge hit - might be because it had a generous amount of melty bleu cheese smothering the once healthy veggies.

Fun!

OH! yeah…and one more thing…
clicky!

and because Serra demanded…

cranberry vodka

1 lb fresh cranberries
1 c sugar

cook together in pot until cranberries pop and a lot of liquid forms. remove from heat and add

2tsp vanilla, or 1 split vanilla bean, if you have that kind of money to throw around.

pour into large glass jar, or two mason jars, or whatever - just make sure it has a tight lid, and then add

1 bottle decent vodka - not the cheapo crap you bought for $10 a gallon and mixed with a garbage can of grape kool-aid in college.

cover with lid and let sit on your kitchen counter for a week. admire the pretty color.

then serve with tonic and a twist of lime….mmmmmm….good!

rrrrrrrinnnnggggg!!!!

Published Wednesday, December 7, 2005 in rants and relationship/sex. 0 Comments

So the ring has been selected and ordered! It will arrive by the 17th.

Yes, Kev described it to me.

No, I’m not sharing those details with you. You will just have to wait for pictures. Why? ’cause I’m mean like that, that’s why.

I am also super emotional. Good lord, the past couple days I will cry at anything. Yesterday morning, I was driving to work and listening to the 24 hours of all christmas music channel (shut up, I’m festive, dammit!) and this song came on that just made be bawl. It was a child singing acapella what sounded like a mexicanish folk melody, about a orphan girl named maria, who found an injured bird and used her last peso to buy a cage for it. It was all she had in the world, so when it came time to offer gifts to the baby jesus in the manger at church, she waited until late at night, after everyone else left lavish gifts of gold and diamonds, and then offered up the injured little bird. And then God (presumably) spoke to her and told her to open the cage, and the bird was healed….and…flew to the top of the church…and…*sob* sang a pretty song…and *sniffle* that was the very first…night…night…*choke* NIGHTING GALE SONG….and…

OH MY GOD, WHY AM I CRYING AGAIN?????

If I hear that damned emotionally manipulative Christmas Shoes song, I’m just going to change the station.

update: Lyrics to the little bird song here.

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Speaking of christmas music…

Last week, I decided to download some christmas songs for my cell phone, since the most christmassy ring tone it came with was the Nutcracker . and since I have SO MUCH MONEY TO BURN, I decided I needed some funky christmas ring tones.

I scrolled through the options, I needed to decide if I wanted a real voice, radio -like song, or a ring toney song.

What were the options of the former???

Christina aguilera singing “oh holy night”

Mariah Carey singing “away in the manger”

Ruben Studdard singing “silent night”

Oh holy SHIT, people! Christina Aguilera??? OH HELL NO! I’m pretty sure that it is a sign of the apocalypse. I’m surprised Jesus hasn’t returned to earth to kick some ass JUST BECAUSE Mariah Carey is STILL SINGING ANY SONG. I know I would.

C’mon, people, it’s CHRISTMAS, for God’s sake!!!! If you’re going to have people singing christmas songs, especially religious christmas songs, AT LEAST have them be people you’d like to meet and not worry about getting some disease from! Who haven’t waved their vaginas at you on MTV (uh, Christina? You might want to get that green spot check out…I think you’re rotting) or whored themselves out to Simon whathisface for fame and fortune.

I WANT A SKANKY WHORE FREE CHRISTMAS!

So “just say no” to skanky whores this holiday season.

And what did I end up with for my phone? the ring-toney like songs.

when Kev calls: little drummer boy
when the parents call: I’m dreaming of a white chrismtas (I wanted “i’ll be home for christmas,” but NO ONE had it! can you believe it???)
when anyone else calls: we wish you a merry christmas.

this message brought to you by Bloggers for a Skanky Whore Free Christmas

mmmm…wiiiiiiine….

Published Monday, December 5, 2005 in daily, relationship/sex and photos. 0 Comments

I worked later today that I wanted. My brother called me - he remembered my birthday! So that kind of threw me off schedule. I berated him for not checking his email - I sent him ideas for my tattoo MONTHS ago. I re-sent them, and he said he’d work on it.

Oh, and my lab gave me a birthday cake! DECADENT! It was a chocolate brownie cake topped with white chocolate mousse and crisscrossed with chocolate and caramel sauces. *drooool*

Got home, changed into my new fancy sparkly outfit. Kev gave me two choices for dinner. A french restaurant, and a restaurant called Oakhurst Grill, which was more american eclectic kind of food. I’d eaten at the french place before - it’s where I finally made the connection that I was allergic to bivalves, when, two hours after sharing a basket of mussels with my lab, I threw up everything I’d eaten the past week.

I picked the Oakhurst Grill. Also, they had a special on Monday’s called “the bottomless glass of wine.” I am intrigued.

The restaurant was lovely - a little warehousey on the decor, but the food was yummy. They were out of the tuna - BOOOO, but the braised lamb shank I had instead was very good. Our appetizer was a fried green tomato napoleon - fried green tomatoes layered with goat cheese and topped with a sweet and hot chili glaze and bean sprouts. MMMMMM…I’m hungry again just thinking about it. And oh yeah, I had the bottomless glass of wine. I chose the merlot/shiraz blend. When the waiter poured my second glass, he just finished off the bottle, filling the glass almost to the top. Eep! Needless to say, I was D-R-U-N-K by the end of the meal.

I was treated to a birthday dessert of a piece of their homemade yule log cake - yellow cake rolled around chocolate mousse and frosted with a buttery chocolate frosting that was rich but not sickly sweet. They make them there, and you can buy a whole one for $45. We’re considering getting one and taking it to pittsburgh - if we can figure out a way for it survive the 12 hour drive.

Then…OH MY GOD…more shopping.

A quick stop off at Borders so Kev could buy more computery books to study for his certifications, then to Best Buy - I upgraded the iPod speakers to the next level up, which is supposed to have better bass sound AND, most importantly, a remote control. Best Buy price matched the sale price at Staples.

and….the Carpenter’s Christmas album.

SHUT UP! It’s good.

we stop at a few more places. I’m tipsy tipsy tipsy…tipsy….tired…tired…….tiiiiiired…..

Whoa, red wine really knocks me out when the drunk wears off.

We got home around 11. I changed into my comfy PJs….and here I am, blogging!

a very nice birthday all around

Well, there is ONE more thing…

clicky!

we’re gonna party like it’s your…

Published Monday, December 5, 2005 in daily and relationship/sex. 0 Comments

oh yeah, it IS my birthday. and don’t call me Shortie.

Sooo…this is the first day of that last year of my 20s. Not that my 20s were anything to get all woohoo about - I’ve spent most..I mean ALL of them in school. Thank you, grad school, for sucking away the best party years of my life.

Yesterday after shopping palooza, I finally got my ass in gear and cleaned. I hate cleaning, but I feel SOOO GOOD when it’s done. Plus I get to chase Sadie around with the vacuum cleaner. HERE DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY! BWAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!

And then after a dinner of chicken and steak quesadillas (made from the meat formerly known as mystery) I put up christmas decorations. As I put up the tree, Sadie sat by the couch and stared at me with a mixture of curiosity, awe, and a little “what the FUCK is she doing now?” Kev helped by taking ornaments out of the box. Oh, and trying to grab my ass as I wrapped lights around the tree.

Got most of the decorations up. I have one box left, but I think it’s mostly full of christmas card boxes. Yet ANOTHER christmas task I need to tackle! Oh yeah, I want addresses. If you got a card last year and HAVEN’T moved, then I have your address. But if you didn’t get a card and want one, OR you’ve moved, email me your address.

So…yeah. Got the decorations up. And then by that time it was TECHNICALLY my birthday, so Kev and I had a little celebration of our own.

Good christ, I love that glass dildo. It’s ability to give me orgasm after orgasm has never been riveled. Eventually I had to BEG Kev to stop because I couldn’t handle it anymore. He relented, and I lay there gasping for a few seconds, before breaking down into convulsing sobs.

Oh yeah, it was good. Happy birthday TO ME!

Nog

Published Monday, November 28, 2005 in daily, relationship/sex and photos. 0 Comments

ahhh….nog.

mmmmmm….with vanilla.

and

rummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

oh yeah.

nog.

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I am a fucking badass

bad to the bone

Did I mention that Kev taught me how to shoot over the weekend? We did some target practice behind his sister’s place.

Did I mention that I TOTALLY KICKED ASS even though it’s the first time I held anything more deadly than a bb gun?

clicky to find out which ones are mine

paper target

There were fun metal targets to knock over, too. I liked shooting them down in a line
*ping!*
*ping!*
*ping!*
*pft!* grrrr…
*pft!* dammit!
*PING!*
THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!the rest of my thanksgiving adventure can be found here.fun fact: in the pic above of me and the gun, I’m wearing a mickey mouse fleece pullover. If I had my other hand on the bible and a soundtrack playing “america the beautiful” in the background, a thousand republicans would have creamed their pants just now.

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embarassing story from thanksgiving #8

about an hour into the drive to Alabama last wednesday, I had 3 horrifying revelations in a row:

1. I forgot to pack pajamas

2. I forgot to pack socks

3. I forgot to pack UNDERWEAR!

seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me? That’s never happened to me before! I think I was trying to do too much stuff at once the night before.

So the first of the 5 trips to wal-mart happened on the drive over, where I purchased most everything I needed. I will wear cheap underwear, but I REFUSE to wear cheap bras. So yeah, I wore the same bra all weekend. EWWW!

So I know I shopped at an evil capitalist regime…but…

LOOK HOW CUTE THE FLANNEL PJ BOTTOMS ARE! PINKY STRIPEY SPARKLY!

pink stripey pjs!

note unpacked stuff in background

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side benefitsWe didn’t get a chance to sneak away by ourselves, so things have been very *ahem* hot since we got back. Lots of kissing and “i love you!” and all that mushy stuff.Nothing like looking but not touching (mostly) for four days to make the heart grow hornier! And I’m sure my neighbors were VERY aware that we had returned on Sunday.

nice.

Kev’s being very affectionate lately. And dropping interesting little hints here and there. Hmmm…my birthday is next week…

interesting, no?

getting the run-around

Published Sunday, November 20, 2005 in daily and relationship/sex. 0 Comments

silk mohair blend scarf
baby alpaca/silk blend from knit picks, slowly being made into a moss stitch scarf for my brother.

This morning I got up and worked out. Ugh. Because I was lazy and also because of a Stitch and Bitch I (finally!) attended on thursday, I worked out Friday, too. I hate working out two days in a row. My legs hurt.Came home, ate, showered, and headed north of the city with Kev for a day out. What did we do?
- put air in Kev’s tires (literally. that’s not a weirdo euphamism for sex, or anything)

- look at engagement rings at Shane company

- stopped quickly at CostCo, but didn’t buy anything. dammit, doesn’t anyone sell good quality chocolate in bulk? I have christmas candy to make!

- walked around discover mills - an outlet mall. again, no shopping, because we didn’t have a lot of time before…

- Harry Potter. Good. Abridged, but good. I always say the same thing about the Harry Potter movies: they are better when you’ve read the book. Then the gaps and leaps they make in the film are already filled in by your brain. And to all the people that bitch about the changes, the 4th book contained over two movies worth of stuff. So quit yer bitchin’, they did good. I actually teared up when Cedric died. Shut up! I did! I’m not ashamed!

- ate Thai food at a new place for us. mmmm…guess what I got? NOODLES! Thick rice noodles with chicken, broccoli, and thai basil in a spicy sauce, served on bed of lettuce and tomatoes. Sooooo good. and Coconut soup. Orgasm in a bowl.

- ran to wal-mart. I KNOW, I KNOW! I am too damn poor to indulge my self-righteous indignation. and we needed cereal and kitchen spray. I also picked up some funky furry yarn, because my mother asked me if I could make a scarf for my brother’s girlfriend. Whom I’ve met once. Something purple. Oooookay. I’ll make it on big needles and it should go quickly.

so that’s it. not so exciting.

what?

what? go back a bit? ummm…the Harry Potter movie? I said I liked it, I don’t know what else I can say…

earlier than that, huh? Hmmmm…the bit about bulk chocolate? I make truffles…oh. no?

earlier…working out? after that. huh.

ohhhhhh…the RING shopping? well why didn’t you say so???

Yeah, that was fun. I found one I liked.

Welllll….I’m not going into TOO much detail, because WHO KNOWS if that’s the one I’ll actually end up with.

3 stone - two blue saffires and a diamond. oval cut. not big, not tiny. just right.

white gold.

very pretty.

we’ll see.

*fingers crossed*

know the facts about SRI

Published Friday, November 18, 2005 in relationship/sex. 0 Comments

So I just read something over at Ed and Sue’s site about a Sex Related Injury - hehehee…friction blister. nice going Ed!

And Sloth shared with us that she recently sprained an ankle during sex, though she refuses to go in to any detail, freeing us to wildly speculate. I’m thinking it involved a riding saddle, a leaf blower, and 3 lbs of melted chocolate. Awesome.

I can’t say that we’ve ever had any SRI so exciting that it required medical attention.

Not that Kev and I are immune to those oh so fun little injuries at oh so inopportune moments.

Kev probably gets the lionshare of injuries…I tend to be a little clumsy and unconcerned where my elbows, knees flail…or where my fingernails scratch during sex. Adding that to the fact that Kev likes to surprise me with a tickle or hickie…

Yeah, he gets a surprise elbow in the head sometimes. Serves him right for nibbling my side - I’m very ticklish!

And I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s ever done this, and I SWEAR it was an accident…

but blow jobs can be dangerous! there are teeth in there! Teeth! Put in close proximity a sensitive area!

yeah. nipped the head a bit once. but it only bled a little! and it healed quickly! only a few days!

killed the mood fairly quickly.

Did you hear that? The collective shrinking of a hundred balls? That’s all the guys reading my blog right now. sorry about that. let me assure you that that incident has not dampened Kev’s enthusiam for receiving blow jobs ONE BIT!

I am not immune to SRIs.

Kev is a biter. I’ve had lots of bruises and bite marks, though he’s never drawn blood. I’ve whacked my head against the headboard more times than I can count.

A few months ago, though, Kev was kindly finishing me off with a couple of helping fingers…vigorously. And at one point…he…missed. he went up…a little. There’s some kind of bone there…and very thin, senstive skin. and his nail…

Ouch. Yeah, there was blood, a surprising amount. And pain. And what had been gloriously building up inside me died very quickly. I’m still nervous about fingers now…eesh!

SO! I shared a few, now I’m thowing it out there. Share your fun SRI stories here! I KNOW you have them!

definition of “inappropriate”

Published Wednesday, September 28, 2005 in relationship/sex and conversations. 0 Comments

We’re lying on the bed, Kev facing forward, towards the TV, I’m facing Kev. He’s got my favorite toy and using it QUITE effectively on me.

On the TV, $40 a day with Rachel Ray.

Things are just about to get REALLY good…when…

Kev: ohhh, I think I figured it out. She [Rachel Ray] looks JUST like my first girlfriend.

Me: …. …. ….?

Kev: What?

Me: could you FIND more INAPPROPRIATE TIME TO BLURT THAT OUT?

Kev: Ummm…

Me: hehehe…hahahahahaaaa….

Kev: hehe…hehe….

Me: hahahahaHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!

Kev: [still working the toy] HAHAHAHAHAAA!

Me: HAHAHHAAAAAAA ohh…wait…HAHAHAHAAAAAAA…stop! HAHAHAAAAAAAA

Kev: [not stopping] what?

Me: HAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAASTOPPPPPPPPPPPHAHAAAAA!

Kev: [stopping] I was just messing with you, you know.

Me: riiiiight. I’m so blogging this.

Kev: it was a JOKE! you can’t blog this! everyone will think I’m a jerk!

Me: oh yeah, I’m blogging it. Now get back to work.

Earrings of mass destruction

Published Saturday, September 24, 2005 in relationship/sex and photos. 0 Comments

goofy Kev

Last night despite being sore and exhausted from helping out at my church all day,

aside: Kev has some unexpected…um…let’s call it “temporary free time.” So this week he’s been helping my church get ready for a NO evacuee family to live in some of our spare rooms - evening out the floors and laying down carpet tiles and being just generally handy. Isn’t he great???

Kev was feeling pretty goood. And by good I mean “frisky.” It seems the more tired he is, the more horny he is. So while I was laying half passed out in bed - still sore from my little accident last Tuesday, he was busy trying his best to wake me up. Nibbles on my back, my neck, rubbing down my side. His nibbles got more insistent, to downright gnawing as he moved from my neck to around my ears, when…

Kev: OWWWW!!!!

Me: what?

Kev: your earring! it bit me!

seems that during the aggressive nibble, my earlobe flipped over and the back of my earring scratched down his nose. Oh poor baby…except…

Kev: I think I’m bleeding!

Me: huh? lemme see….HAHAHAHAHAAAA! Looks like a cat got ya!

There’s a big nasty gash down the side of his nose. It took a while to get the bleeding stopped.

Didn’t stop the mood for long, though, so don’t feel TOO badly for him. It does seem that every time he gets a little aggressive with the foreplay, HE’S the one who ends up getting injured!

ps: blogger’s spellcheck wanted to replace “earlobe” with “harelip.” HAHAHAHHAAAA…no.

all 4 in one post…

Published Monday, August 29, 2005 in craftiness, relationship/sex, misc, science! and food. 0 Comments

knitting

I’ve had to learn continental style knitting for my latest project. I HATED IT…at first.

But now…NOW I…KNIT LIKE THE WIND!!!!

progress

I kick ass. Almost halfway done with the body of the tote bag…in only one weekend.

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science

the other 50% of my 2D gel blot didn’t pan out. DAMMIT! THAT WAS THE 50% I NEEDED! So I spend a good part of this weekend, when I wasn’t knitting, back in the lab, starting another 1st dimension.

We’re also planning to go to Alabama this weekend, which means I won’t be in the lab AND I’m taking labor day off.

I’m going to get “the look” from my advisor again.

*sigh*

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food

I feel a cooking slump coming on. Seriously, I’m just TIRED! I got Kev to take me out on friday (mmmmmm…thai noodle bowls…). Yesterday Kev made a rotisserie chicken, I made some side dishes (mashed taters and sauteed veggies).

Tonight….ugh. I picked up some hot dogs…now…they were QUALITY hot dogs, and we dressed them up with saurkraut and stuff. And HUGE slabs of juicey sweet watermelon. Mmmm…

Then Kev made pudding. mmmm…puddin’.

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sex

We’ve sort of forgotten about the sex toys lately. I don’t know why…we just haven’t used them as much as we used to.

Welll….Saturday night I discovered…via the help of a fun toy and a very enthusiastic Kev…that I could, if I wanted, sing soprano in the church choir instead of alto.

Though the conditions neccessary to repeat the circumstances would probably not be condusive to a prayerful church atmosphere. Technically, though..I was SORT of praying…

Speaking of church, I wore a skirt to church today. Nothing sexy, just a stretchy khaki knee-length thing. I wear a choir robe at church, so it’s almost ridiculous to dress up…YET I STILL DO! CAN I BE ANY MORE PRESBYETERIAN????

Anyway, something about me in a skirt sets Kev off. Seriously. I can be sitting on the couch in nothing but a nightie, and while he’d be appreciative, if he’s preoccupied, I get NOTHING. But me in a skirt (Ok, well, it does show off my newly totally ripped calves nicely. seriously, my legs look FABULOUS!)…and he can’t keep his hands off me.

I’m not even allowed to get undressed! Maybe that’s the thrill for him, the skirt is easy access without the time consuming “removal of clothing” first.

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summary

well, there you are - all 4 of my most common subject in one fun filled post! hope it wasn’t too jarring. unless you LIKE that kind of thing…in which case…come closer….

shocker!

Published Friday, August 26, 2005 in relationship/sex. 0 Comments

I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised…

I'm a set of Anal Beads! Which sex toy are you?
Take the The Sex Toys Quiz!

hooray for buoyancy!

Published Sunday, August 21, 2005 in relationship/sex. 0 Comments

We’re back!

Friday:

Get home later from work than expected, but still early, after explaining to my advisor why I didn’t have everything done that I had HOPED to get done, but softened the blow with HEY I HAVE ONE OF MY STRAINS DONE! (3 more to go…bleah).

Run around like crazy getting the rest of the food together in the cooler. Load up my car with all our stuff. It’s 96 degrees and high humidity, I am soaked with sweat. Sadie, who has figured out that something is going on, is running around like a psychopath -

Sadie: “ARE WE GOING SOMEWHERE? WILL THERE BE FOOOOOD????”

Me: “LAAAAAYYYYYY DOOOOWWWWNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Sadie: *lays down for 2.3 seconds, then streaks around the living room again*

had hoped to leave by 2, but was closer to 2:30. Called Kev to say I’m on my way, then realize that I left wet clothes in the washing machine. Frantically hang up clothes to dry.

Drive to pick up Kev, surprisingly little traffic. Realize I left cheese for burgers home. Damn.

Hand Kev google directions to cabin, which should be “quicker” than provided directions, as we’re leaving from a different part of town.

Stop at wal-mart - Kev purchases sunglasses and fishing license, I purchase cheese and margarita mix, and run frantically back to car like a crazy woman before my dog overheats.

Get lost. Turn around.

Get lost…stop at roadside produce stand. Get different directions. Realize we haven’t actually followed any part of stupid google directions. purchase a watermelon and fresh tomaters from helpful local man.

Air conditioning in my car goes out. DAMN!

Arrive in Elijay, lost again. get directions from helpful local antiques dealer.

Find rental office, pick up key, and follow long windy gravel roads to cabin (interesting note: this place was wired for cable, yet the roads were not paved. huh. priorities, I guess)

Cabin next door has a curious chocolate lab who comes to investigate. I am prepared for a fight, but Sadie, after jumping out of the car and pooping in the bushes, actually makes friends.

Cabin is cute and very cabin-y. We quickly unload and get ready for dinner because we are STARVING! After dinner Kev falls asleep on the couch, I watch TV and knit. We are both tired and very drained from the trip. Sadie tires of her boyfriend and returns, wet and dirty.

Saturday:

We sleep in. Sadie makes more of a fuss than usual, crying by the door. Maybe she REALLY has to go? No. When I open the door, her new boyfriend is on the porch. “can sadie come out and play?” Knock yourselves out. I head back to bed. There is good lovin’ to be had. I have to tell Kev several times to GO EASY MY NECK AND BACK ARE STILL BRUISED AND SORE!!! Later, as we catch our breath,

Kev: I’m huuuuuunnngry.

Me: awwww…you want some bacon and eggs?

Kev: *perks up* Really? did you bring bacon and eggs?

Me: no.

Kev: bitch. you’re mean.

After breakfast (cereal!), I follow Kev downt to the lake/pond. It is small but pretty. There is a boat! with paddles! We will have to try that out later. Kev somehow anticipated my curiosity for fishing (I have been once, when I was 13). After a quick refresher, we are both casting from the shore. Kev catches a large mouth bass - about 8 inches, which we keep in the hopes that we’ll catch more. Nope. I successfully feed worms to the fish without actually catching them. We get in the boat and row out to the middle of the pond, where we had seen fish flopping around earlier. The fish are smart, and disappear. We head back for lunch and naps.

A little while later, I shake Kev awake…MORE FISHING! He has created a monster. We head back to lake. I catch a smaller large mouth bass - maybe 6 inches. Poor little guy, I let him go. I catch 3 or 4 little sunfish. Kev is still charged from his earlier catch, but even when we get back on the boat, no luck. It’s peaceful on the lake, though, and very pretty. The bull frogs croak along the shore, probably warning the fish…stupid frogs.

Later, dinner of steaks…mmm….steaks. And then we decide to check out the hot tub. It’s on the lower deck of the back porch. We get the heat and jets going…mmm…lovely! We then discover that the angles of the seats of the hot tub make things very comfy for certain activities. And that the water provides very interesting buoyancy. Hooray! Now I can check “sex in a hottub” of my list. HOT TUB SEX! RECOMMENDED BY 1 OUT OF 1 EVILSCIENCECHICKS! GO TRY IT TODAY! We splashed quite a bit of water out…wonder what the maintanance people will think…? Wonder what our cabin NEIGHBORS thought? We weren’t exactly quiet…

Sunday:

This morning I gave Sadie a MUCH needed bath - she was muddy and stinky. Guess her boyfriend liked her that way We did the last few loads of laundry - sadie’s dirty towel and bedding, etc. Nice to have washer and dryer - thanks to Kev my bag has nothing but clean clothes.

We got home around 3 and I PASSED OUT! I don’t think I slept well in the cabin’s bed - too soft. Later, as I catch up on blogs, Kev appears from the spare room… obviously *ahem* “ready” for some action. Yay! Lots of lovin’ for me this weekend.

I took some pics (no nekkid hottub pics, perves! pbbbth!) which I will get up sooner or later. Now I should get back to my knitting…and maybe Kev has recovered from earlier…

an evening of photos

Published Wednesday, August 17, 2005 in relationship/sex, food and photos. 0 Comments

I’m sure you’re all DYING to know how we celebrated Kev’s birthday. Well, let’s go over some highlights.

It was a quiet affair. Dinner at home. I made Kev’s all time favorite meal, chicken parmesan, with a side of pasta.

the chicken:
parmesan chicken

the pasta:
big bowl of pasta
see what a mess my stove is? this is why I don’t make it very often, I dirty ALOT of dishes, and it makes a HUGE MESS!

Kev likes a BIIIIIG plate.
a delicious meal

afterwards, we decided to let the food digest a bit. Kev played his game, and passed out on the couch. I HAD had a few glasses of pinot noir, which might have had something to do with that…

After our dinner had settled a bit, and I managed to drag my ass off the couch, it was time for the birthday cake!

well, birthday CHEESEcake.
cheeeeesecake!

and after THAT well….there was a little of this…
red lace

which led to ALOT of this…
hickey!

you should see my back! no tank tops for me for a few days. BAD KEVIN! VERY BAD!!!

awwww…I can’t be mad…look how CUTE HE IS!
My sweetie

Happy birthday, sweetie!

Published Wednesday, August 17, 2005 in relationship/sex. 0 Comments

Today is Kev’s birthday. He’s 32 years old. HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD MAN!!!

the grillmeister

Tonight I’m making him chicken parmesan, his favorite. For dessert I made him a key lime cheesecake..mmmm…and AFTER dessert…welll…hehehe…that’s up to HIM, huh? Birthday boy’s choice! (but I get to deal out the birthday spanks. *THWACK!*)

whatcha reading?

For his birthday, I’m treating him to a weekend away, just the two of us. Something we’ve NEVER done before. Amazing! Two and a half years together, and every time we take a trip together it’s with family. I rented a cabin in the north georgia mountains. There is a lake right next to the cabin, so he can fish to his heart’s content.

There is also a hot tub. hooray!

Kev - I love you so much, sweetie! I’m so glad you’re in my life. Happy birthday!

kevin and sadie....

KA-BOOOM!

Published Friday, August 5, 2005 in dog and relationship/sex. 0 Comments

This time, it’s personal

There was another waspy hornet thing guarding the steps again yesterday. I can only assume it was the previous one’s brother, back for revenge.

bzzzz…you keeelled my brother! preeeepare to dieeeeee!!!…bzzzz!!!

whatever, waspy. eat my deadly kill spray.

*psshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhtttt*

dead. LIKE YOUR BROTHER!!! BWAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!

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unexpected evening

Last night Kev annouced he was going to bed a little early, since he wanted to get up earlier.

*pout*

OK, I’m just gonna hop in the shower. So I showered while he shaved and brushed his teeth. I came out of the shower and the room was dark - I carefully made my way over to the nightstand where my body lotion was. Hope I could put it on without…wait…he’s not in bed!

Wandered into the living room. He was sitting on the couch, hunched over the laptop.

Everything OK? Whatcha doing?

Ohhh…just waiting for you to get out of the shower.

He leans back, and I can see what he’d been…*ahem*…working on.

heehee…you baaaaad boy.

I can also see he’s got his favorite website up - VERY bad boy!

So…YAY! Unexpected quickie!

Afterwards, we said goodnight. I wanted to stay up a bit longer, and I had to make more rice and ground beef for Sadie’s bland diet.

(RETURN OF THE POOP AVENGER! BIG mess waiting for me when I got home last night…AND she had PUSHED ASIDE THE PAPERS I had laying out, so the mess was ALL OVER THE CARPET! GAAAAAH!!!)

As I stood in the living room, there was a flash.

*huh…what was that? is it stupposed to st*

KRACK!

KA-BOOOOOOMMMM!!!!

Holy shit! that was close!

I hurried up to take Sadie out to pee, but the rain was already pelting down. The thunder and lighting was coming fast and furious, and just as I got back inside, the power went out. Flashed back on few times…then went out. The storm was REALLY raging. Sheets of rain, and constant cracks of thunder. Sadie was a little freaked out. Hell, I was freaked out!

Kev was now wide awake at this point, so I lit a candle and he got his flashlight, and we sat on the couch. Too bad we’d already had our fun So since I couldn’t get online, I played freecell. And tried to comfort Sadie, who was glued to my leg.

Oh, did I mention that even though it was pouring rain, it was still hot as hell outside? the condo got hot and stuffy FAST. It was going to be a miserable night.

Eventually, Kev went to bed and I finished Sadie’s ground beef and rice (yay gas stove!). and JUST as I climbed into bed….

*WHOOOOSH!*

air conditioning! fans! lights! hooray! That was the longest power outage we’d had in a long time - over an hour. Which really isn’t so bad. But it was a bad electrical storm. The worst of the storm eventually passed, but I could still see flashed through the curtains and hear the distant angry rumbles of thunder in the distance as I fell asleep.

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…and I don’t eat meat cause I’m a vet-trinarian!

This morning I took Sadie to the vet. She was due for her shots anyway, so I might as well get everything done in one visit.

I saw a different vet from last time. I used to LOVE our usual vet. He was very friendly and answered all my questions thoroughly, He also genuinely loved animals, and was really great with Sadie, even giving her shnoz a kiss after shots. But he left the clinic for another one in Dahlonega. The vet that replaced him was OK…but not very personable. Also didn’t really like explaining things to me. It was just “give her these pills, bring her back if she’s not better”

I had been considering taking her somewhere else. But my appointment was with another new vet there…3 vets now! The place was expanding!

Dr Kim reminded me of the vet who left. She was very nice, talked to me and explained what she was doing as she examined Sadie. We talked about possible reasons for the diarrhea. Could be the rawhide, could be something else. She would give me pills - antibiotics and anti-diarrheals.

Then she left to check the parasite test.

Funniest thing in the exam room: there were plastic squeeze bottles lined up on the counter with big labels on them. Alcohol. Hydrogen Peroxide. Lube.

lube?

Sadie was anxious to get out, and whined by the door. we could see another exam room across the hall. All of a sudden…

rrreeeeeeeooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwweee
eeooorrrrrrrrrgggggeeeeaakkkkkkkkkkkksssss!!!!

THAT got Sadie interested.

Much commotion, as 3 vet techs tried to wrestle the savage beast. The cat tried to make a run for it, which would have made Sadie’s DAY, but they got the door closed in time.

They were not having an easy time of it, because the howls of kitty rage continued for the next 5 minutes. And swearing. Lots of swearing.

But Sadie was parasite free, so with two kinds of pills and $150 later, we were on our way. I decided (since I was already going to be late for work) to take her to Petsmart. I wanted to check out a different kind of lead for her, and maybe get some treats.

I ended up buying a Halti. This should prevent the constant aggrevation of her yanking on the leash. The choke chain doesn’t seem to phase her anymore. This thing is supposed to pull her head to the side every time she pulls. And wouldn’t you know…it works! Even for the few minutes I had it on her, Sadie was a much politer dog.

I also found a replacement for one of the casualties of her recent afliction - a red football shaped rubber toy that had a hole for treats that was the perfect size for her dental biscuits (band name!). She had gotten her mess all over it, and since it was a few years old, and had little cracks and puncture chew marks on it, I couldn’t really be sure I could get it clean again. So into the trash. The new on is PURPLE! ooooooo!

So a traumatic morning for Sadie has a happy ending (somewhat, she’s not too thrilled with the Halti). And I finally got to work.

And started blogging. Hehehehe…yay friday!

in need of some technical assistance

Published Saturday, July 30, 2005 in daily and relationship/sex. 0 Comments

I have an annoying computer problem and I can’t seem to find a solution on my own via google, so I’m throwing this out to blogland to see if anyone has any ideas.

Last week I was browsing and clicked on a link. The link opened as a weirdo pop-up - it shrunk my browser down to pop-up size. I resized and went about my business.

But now, anything I open that is a pop-up - like haloscan comments, opens in a shrunken version. It’s too narrow, and I have to resize to read comments - ANYONE’S comments.

I have cleared my history, cashe, and cookies.

I have done number spyware and virus scans.

I have gone into MY haloscan setting and played around with the pop up sizes.

Nothing works. I am ANNOYED AS HELL.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE does anyone have a solution for me???

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örgäsm

My IKEA catalogue came in the mail. I annoyed Kev by rubbing it all over my body and moaning in extasy. IKEEEEEEEEA!!! OH!! OH!!! IKEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA!!!!!

hehehehe…

It’s extra dangerous this year, because ATLANTA NOW HAS AN IKEA!!! I haven’t been yet, because apparently the novelty hasn’t completely worn off and I want to avoid the riots.

noodlin’ around

Published Monday, July 25, 2005 in daily, relationship/sex and food. 0 Comments

Sunday glorious sunday….we did JACK SQUAT!

I lazed around in my pj’s for most of the day. Something which proved a little too much for Kev to handle, as I don’t wear panties under my short nightshirt. So as much as he had protested earlier that morning because he wanted to get resume’s and research done…he ended up ravaging me anyway. Which sapped his strength and will to work for a few hours.

For which he blamed ME. Hey, I was watching TV, minding MY OWN BUSINESS! I can’t help if if the site of my nekkid bottom still turns him on

Anyway…much lounging and munching of snacks. For dinner I tried a new noodle recipe from the Barefoot Contessa, who usually annoys the fuck out of me with her upperclass Hamptons (or wherever her beach house is)lifestyle. But the sczechuan noodles looked too yummy. I just substituted soy nut butter for the peanut butter.

Work today has been sloooooow but boooorrring. My advisor is at a conference…the one I was supposed to go to, but decided I couldn’t afford to lose the time in the lab. WAAAHHH!!! It’s my favorite conference! In Snowmass Colorado! So pretty! Dammit!

But the good news is that I can slack off a little bit since she’s not around. So I slept in this morning…ahhh…nice!

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evil groveling

Once again, the recipe sitehas become neglected. If anyone would like to be a submitter, PLEASE let me know. OR if you have an occasional recipe you’d like to share, you’re always welcomed to email me. I know I’ve got some lurkers in blogville and in “real life” (YOU, YES…YOU! I KNOW YOU’RE READING THIS! AND I KNOW YOU HAVE RECIPES!!!) who might have expressed an interest in submitting some.

Don’t make me beg, people.

caution: a bit naughty

Published Friday, July 22, 2005 in relationship/sex and food. 0 Comments

potentially TMI for “real life” friends!

after a too long day at work, it was nice to come home and relax with nekkid Kev. I have blogged about kev’s aversion to clothing while at home, right?

well, relaxing on the couch led to snuggling on the couch.

snuggling led to smooching.

and nibbling.

and me trying to pull away and tell him NO (when of course I mean YES) which drives him CRAAAZY and makes him want it MORE (which is, of course, my evil plan - too tired from work MY ASS!!!) and pushing away and tickling and growling….

which led to much wrestling and rolling around and spanking and biting and scratching and more NO’s! and sucking and teasing and laughing and moaning…

mmmmmmmmmmmmm

which led to hair grabbing and pulling and leading into the bedroom, and throwing down on the bed QUITE roughly….which led to giggling and teasing and NO! and…

and pounding and screaming and sweating and more pounding and pounding and pounding and pounding and screaming and…

and…

orgasm.

ahem.

what a pleasant way to spend a friday evening.

suffice to say…my foul mood is completely and utterly GONE!

We worked up quite the appetite, so I made a variation of my tom yum soup recipe, added chicken breast and rice noodles to make a hearty spicy dinner. mmmm…guess it was good, because there’s NONE left! and I only had one bowl.

well, I guess he earned it, after THAT work out!

tentative plans for the weekend are to go see willy wonka, and have a nice dinner OUT somewhere. and lots of laying around…and sleeping…and laziness…

and sex, of course.

FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY!!!!

Published Friday, June 17, 2005 in daily, relationship/sex and TMI. 0 Comments

I am tired and sore.

So much for my productivity streak.

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And to this I say…

AMEN! I think he hit the nail on the head with respect to the vast majority of Christians out there. But why are we letting the ultra conservative speak for us? We need a louder voice!!!

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It’s Fun Underwear Friday!

Do you have your fun underwear on? I do! It’s boy-cut style, blue with light blue edging. On the front is a cartoony fish (hehe…hehehe…) and on the butt in big letters is says “GREAT CATCH!” Oh, how I love Fun Underwear Friday!

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Getting closer…

Today my DNA has not disappeared…yet. I think I was losing it after my first cleaning, for which I just used ethanol precipitation. Someone in my lab suggested I use a kit. duh! I was just trying to save the money, since I didn’t really need the DNA all that clean…but it was costing MORE money to do the damn thing over and over. So yay! My DNA is still there. NOW I just have to set up my ligation…

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This is a section where maybe my “real life” friends should perhaps stop reading, lest they are rendered unable to ever make eye contact with me or Kev ever again.

So Kev and I tend to be loud in bed. Well, really just me. I’m loud, I admit it. Fortuantely, Kev likes me loud. and what he REALLY likes…what REALLY gets him going is…a struggle. Yep…weirdo men. And yeah…I kind of like it, too. I like to try to wiggle out of his grasp, to make him pin me down and then take me. WANNA MAKE SOMETHING OF IT???

Anyway, as part of the “struggle”, I tend to yell “NO!” alot, in a faux angry yet sexy voice. Which of course REALLY means “YES YES PLEASE OH GOD YES!”

So what’s the problem? Well, on cooler nights, we like to turn off the AC and open all the windows, including the big sliding glass door that leads to the balcony from the bedroom.

Have I mentioned that we finally got downstairs neighbors? One of whom enjoys smoking on her porch in the evenings?

I am just WAITING for the night that the police show up at our door. “Ma’am, we got a report of a domestic disturbance? Something about someone screaming ‘NO NO’ over and over? Is everything OK, ma’am?”

Nothing has happened yet. I haven’t met the smoking sister yet, either. But she HAS to have heard us on at least one occasion. Maybe she’s avoiding us.

Or maybe she likes it….

Friday nubbins

Published Friday, June 3, 2005 in craftiness, relationship/sex, science! and food. 0 Comments

Knitting Knidbits

I finally got to the sewing supply store yesterday. I wandered around the yarn room, running my fingers over beautiful and EXPENSIVE yarns. I can’t imagine using the really bulky wool stuff right now, so I was trying to find something lighter. I settled on a 80% cotton, 20% MERINO wool blend - so soft! And such pretty bright colors! And since I can never make up my mind, I bought three skeins in three different colors - turquoise, orange, and purple. I would have bought more of the same colors, but it’s just not in the budget. So now I need some small projects to work on to use up this beautiful yarn!

I also bought a neat little knitting reference flip book. It’s pretty extensive - everything from how to do certain techniques to how to determine your measurements. Now maybe I won’t need to call up my knitting friends in a panic when I don’t know how to do something!

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Headache cures

I had left work early again yesterday, in part because I couldn’t do the experiment I wanted to…AGAIN! and in part because I had a pounding headache. This weather is driving me NUTS! Rainy, cool, and dismal. WHERE IS THE SUN! I am part photosynthetic, and I’M WILTING!

So when I finally got home, I just plopped on the couch. Talked to Kev, and decided that when he got home, we’d head to our favorite little eatery. I called first, though…CRAP! Business was slow and they were closing early. Damn. Hazaards of the indepedently owned restaurant. Did I REALLY feel like cooking?

Well….I suppose…so I just “whipped up” some frozen ravioli with a quick homemade tomato sauce, and my sausage cheese bread, made with Pillsbury french bread dough, cooking italian sausage, and mozzerella. Oh, and a quick salad. Mmmmmm…

I was feeling A LITTLE better after eating, so Kev decided that the best way to make my headache go away for good was to give me several orgasms. Mmmmm….LOVE THAT MAN! Sex during the week has been pretty rare, since we’ve both been working long hours and are usually pretty exhausted. But I guess we’ve both been pretty invigorated this week - hooray! I’m not complaining

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Squeaky clean

Today is our annual Lab Cleaning Day. We’re such a girly lab, I know. No other lab I know of here does this. But it really does help us cut down on media contamination. We’ve cleaned up our benches and desks, and the new summer undergrads have done a bang up job of the common spaces, and everything is going very quicky. We’re on a lunch break, and then we’ll tackle the cold rooms. Ugh. A lot of the mess in there is mine….whooops!

But the important thing now is that my bench and desk are CLEAN! and ORGANIZED! They are beautiful to behold!

Now if I could just keep my CONDO clean…

This just in…

Published Friday, May 27, 2005 in relationship/sex and science!. 0 Comments

This message was just forwarded to everyone in our department. Hmmmm….interesting…..

Paid volunteers needed for eye tracking study

Healthy volunteers are invited to participate in a research study examining hormones and attention to sexual stimuli. Participants will be asked to look at sexually explicit photos, including couples engaged in oral sex and intercourse, while a computer records eye movements and attention. Monetary compensation is provided for time spent participating in the study. The anticipated time commitment for participation is: an initial short paper screening, and three approximately one-hour long eye-tracking sessions. If you are a healthy heterosexual male or female between the ages 23 and 35 years of age you are a potentially eligible for this study. If you would like more information about this study, please call ********* at (***) ***-****, at the **************** Department of Psychology. We are beginning volunteer recruitment now and will begin testing later in May.

Money….for watching porn….

gee, am I up to that task? BWAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!

Weekend wrap up

Published Sunday, May 15, 2005 in relationship/sex and misc. 0 Comments

all work and no play…

both of us had to work this weekend. bleah! Kev just went in yesterday morning, but I’ve gone in both days. We keep making plans to see Hitchhiker’s, but it’s just not in the cards. Maybe next weekend.

together too long

Yesterday, after getting home from work, but before going out for dinner to stuff ourselves too full to do anything, we enjoyed a little afternoon “sumthin’ sumthin’”, as the kids say. While I was going down on him in the bedroom, a commercial came on TV (yes the TV was on…shut up!) for something called a “well patch” , which I believe is a kind of pain reliever. The commercial featured a fat guy doing some vaudevillish broadway number about the many uses and places you can use a “well patch.” it was a corny song and stupid commercial.

I stopped what I was doing mid…umm…swirl/suck…and announced “that guy looks like a really fat William Shatner” and Kev BURST out laughing. “I was thinking the exact same thing!!!!”

We had a good laugh, and continued on with our business, leading nicely into an off the side of the bed doggy-style pounding that left me walking funny for a few hours. No fat Shatner wannabe is going to ruin OUR fun!

But things like that have been happening a lot latey, where we blurt out the same thing at the same time or have the same thought. Creepy. We’ve definately been together too long!

That’s OK, though.

things that go ka-blam in the middle of the night

I was up way too late last night, shooting the shit on IM. (I’ve really got to find IM friends in my time zone), and by the time I crawl into bed it was well after 2. Kev was fast asleep, and he had sprawled out across the bed and had infiltrated my side. I gently eased him over, slid in, and nudge him some more until he rolled over, facing away from me. I had just gotten into a cozy spooning position with him, my body just barely pressed up to his back, my hand resting on his side, when…

PPPPRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBT!

“oh no you didn’t!!!” I hissed at him. BASTARD FARTED ON ME IN HIS SLEEP! He didn’t even twitch.

So after waving a pillow around a diffusing the smell, I finally drifted off to sleep.

Around 5am, I was awoken by soft thunder and rain. Nice…I like rain at night. The thunder was soft and rolling….I can juuuust drift off to sleep again…..

KA-BLAAAAM!!!

Holy shit! I think both of us jumped up two feet from the bed (no easy feat, laying down). Damn, that was a close one! I was still exhausted, but my heart was pounding a mile a minute, and the adreniline was flowing.

I could hear Sadie’s tags jingle from the livining room. Normally, thunder doesn’t bother her, but I don’t know ANYONE who wouldn’t have been shook up a little. I check on her, and sure enough, she had come out of her crate next to the windos, and was laying in the living room, ears back and flat against her head, eyes huge and scared.

Went back to the bedroom, just in time for another very loud CRACK of thunder, not quite as loud, but still unnerving. Kev was wide away. He rolled over to face me. “welll…since we’re up….”

haha…no thanks. I was still exhausted. We headed for the couch and flipped on the tv. Sadie, who had moved even FURTHER into the living room, away from the windows, was really freaked out. She ran over and buried her head in my lap. Poor girl.

Eventually, the storm died down a bit, and we both got to sleep, sans nookie. I do love a good thunderstorm…as long as it behaves itself!

Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont

the alarm went off WAAAAY too early for me this morning. ugh. Church. I’d skip, but I’ve missed the last two weeks.

So it’s warm, and I decide to put on the nice summery red outfit. How red? Very red. Really really red? YES, REALLY REALLY RED! With matching really really red sandals!

But SCORE! It’s Pentecost! So everyone is wearing red, and I fit right in, and I get lots of very nice compliments about how nice I look and how cool my sandals are.

The sanctuary is decorated in red: red sashes, red pulpit cover thingies, red communion tablecloth…and red balloons. Lots and lots of red balloons, for some reason, tied to the center aisle edge of the pews. And also throughout the church. Lots of red balloons…

And the entire service (which was really cool and energetic, Pentecost always brings out the good sermons) all I can sing in my head is: 99 red balloons…something something something something…

no one knows all the words, it’s in German.

But it was still funny. Sing it ALL DAMN DAY WITH ME NOW! 99…RED BALLONS…SOMETHING SOMETHING SOMETHING SOMETHING…

Happy Pentecost! Go speak in tongues to someone you love.

theevils

Published Friday, May 13, 2005 in relationship/sex and photos. 0 Comments

theevils
Originally uploaded by evilsciencechick.

Not to bury my HILAAAAARIOUS Boston story down below (please, read! comment! ridicule! enable!), but I wanted to post this little doodle.

Awwwww…aren’t we the cutest little evilest couple ever?

Some things

Published Tuesday, May 10, 2005 in rants, relationship/sex and misc. 0 Comments

recent things that have made me happy:

- in the morning, after Kev’s alarm goes off, he’ll get up and start his morning hygiene routine, while I lay in bed, half asleep, trying to concentrate on the Today Show. After he’s done shaving and brushing, sometimes Kev will come back over to the bed, naked, lie down, and spoon me for a few minutes. It’s just the most wonderful feeling in the world, our bare bodies touching from our heads (he’ll nuzzle my neck….mmmmm) all the way down to our toes. My body INSTANTLY relaxes and I feel very safe and warm and OK with the world. It only lasts for a few minutes, but it’s just the best way possible to start the day.

- last night for dinner I made wedding soup. Mmmm….I LOVE wedding soup!

- my new favorite website/blog is Natalie Dee. check her out - she’s over on my sidebar under “wish I were as cool as”. her art is coooool.

- summer is officially here, as I have finally put away all my summer clothes and packed away my winter ones. this week it is deliciously warm. next week will probably be cold, just to spite me.

recent things that have irritated the crap out of me:

- I had a great time with Kev’s family this past weekend, but OH MY GOD, I got NO SLEEP! Thanks to various barking stray dogs (SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!) and early morning wakeup calls by a particularly vocal whipoorwill. Have you ever hear the call of the whipoorwill? there is absolutely nothing beautiful about it. It’s constant, repetitive, and loud….and right outside my window. There were a few times I thought about finding Kev’s BIL’s shotgun and taking care of some business…

- I am still stuck in the hell that is cloning in the lab. I don’t understand it. the pieces are cut, they are purified, they are complementary. They should come together nicely. But they don’t. And I have wasted a month of my life on it. A month I will never get back. And I’m back to avoiding eye contact with my advisor.

future things that WILL annoy and please me, all at the same time:

- next monday is graduation. this is good, because it signals the start of an entire summer with no punk ass spoiled rotten college kids hanging around with no real worries in life, rich parents, and generally just irritating the crap out of me. oh, and taking up parking spaces in the garage. When they are gone there will be no line at the snack bar, and parking spaces on lower levels still at 10am. It will be GLORIOUS!

However, the actual day of graduation will be annoying as FUCK, because clueless parents and grandparents will take all the parking spots in the wrong garages, and then wander around lost, until they find ME:

“excuse me, do you work here?”

sigh “yes”

“can you please tell me where the Hugh W Jackman School of Basketweaving* building is?”

“No, I don’t know where that is, sorry.”

“but you said you work here!”

Look people, I am a graduate student. see this building right here? I live here. If it’s not in this building, I don’t know where it is. The only other buildings I ever go to are right next door, and only because there is either a snack bar or a library there. I don’t have a fucking clue where anything else is on this campus, please STOP ASKING ME!!!”

but what I really just say is “sorry!”

*I made that name up, I really don’t know the names of any other buildings on campus. they’re all named after old, dead Coca-Cola CEOs** and their beloved family members.

**I am not making that up.

So come monday, I will be getting in WAY early, and playing “operation: avoid the sweet but clueless family people”

- next week I will switch to verizon. the whole process seems easy enough, but I know there will be complications, because…THERE ALWAYS ARE! But I will get a NEW PHONE to replace the crappy, falling apart, no antenna, shuts off for no good reason phone I currently use.

A question:

Published Sunday, May 8, 2005 in relationship/sex. 0 Comments

Why is it that during a normal week, you can go for a few days without having sex with your significant other, and it’s no huge big deal. Sex eventually resumes normally - good, but normal.

BUT…

Go visit family for a few days, where the bedrooms are separate or the walls are thin and there’s NO opportunity to sneak away for a quick how-do-you-do. Then as SOON as you get back home, and EVEN if it’s only been two days….SCREAMING POUNDING DESPERATE MONKEY SEX insues! Like, just-got-home-from-prison sex. Just-reunited-after-stranded-on-desert-island sex. EVEN THOUGH IT’S ONLY BEEN TWO DAYS!

Hey, I’m not complaining or nothing. My downstairs neighbors might…hehe…but I’M certainly not!

I’m just sayin’…maybe we need to go visit his family more often

Hola! Como esta?

Published Thursday, May 5, 2005 in relationship/sex and misc. 0 Comments

Oh yeah, 3 years of high school spanish. That’s what I remember. And that’s probably wrong!

OK, so enough with the anger and the ranting and dealing with stupid people.

Happy Cinco de Mayo! To celebrate, for lunch I microwaved two small frozen burritos. I walk on the wild side.

Some random things that happened this week:

Jarring reminder that ESC lives in the South

I met the father of a girl who’s apparently buying the condo on the other side of mine, in the front of the building. We chatted for a while when I took Sadie out for a pee. He was complaining about the condition of the place, and how they were going to have to replace all the appliances. I was unsympathetic, because they’re getting the place for about $30,ooo less than what I paid, since it’s a forclosure. Then he started telling me that the previous owner had replaced the hardware in the bathroom showers, but didn’t replace the tiles that had to be removed to do so. He found this very annoying.

he asked me “Was she black?”

blink blink…the inner me really wanted to ask “what the hell does that have to do with anything?” but then I realized that he’d probably then TELL me, and that would be worse!

“Ummmm…no. actually, she was a very nice, older white woman.”

“Well, she didn’t replace those tiles, and just put PLASTIC WRAP over the empty spots. Isn’t that the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard? How much do a few tiles cost?”

Well, since she was forclosing, her motivation to spend money on the place was probably nill. But the implication that because the plastic wrap thing was so stupid, she must have been black annoyed the fuck out of me. I hope once his daughter moves in, that he’s not around much. I will probably be disappointed, though.

Why I love my boyfriend, reason #359

Now that he’s working again, Kev and I are now going to bed around the same time. So when it’s time for me to take Sadie out for her last pee of the day, he will come out with me, to make sure no big bad mean people abduct me. We’re usually ready for bed at this point. I just throw a sweater over my PJs, but Kev sleeps in his boxers. So instead of just putting on a coat, last night he grabbed a fleece blanket from a chair and threw it around his shoulders, almost like a cape. Then he just slipped on MY canvas flip flop sandals that were near the door, and followed me out…awkwardly, since the sandals didn’t fit him all that well.

I told him he looked like the funniest super hero ever.

ESC loves a good deal

I found out that since I’m getting paid by the school, Verizon will consider me a school employee, and will give me a 20% discount instead of a 10% student discount. WOOOOHOOOOO!!! Plus free phones for me and Kev, and no start up fee. So we’ll get two lines for $50 (plus fees, of course). Why did I not check into this back in November, when my sprint contract was up??? I really like Sprint, I’ve had them for 4 years now. But…damn…this is a good deal. SO LONG, SUCKERS!

It’s like Christmas! Christmas in May!

About a year and a half ago, I tore apart my closet looking for several pairs of jeans. They were no where to be found. It wasn’t long after the seasonal clothing change over, so I thought maybe they had been put away with the winter clothes. Nope, when the weather got cold, they were still no where to be found. I sadly concluded that they must have gotten mixed up with the “for Goodwill” pile and I would never see them again. I was really depressed about this, because among the missing was a cool pair that had a flowers appliqued’ (sp?) on the front left thigh, and they FIT really well. I’d pretty much forgotten about it, until the other night, when Kev was going through his dresser, figuring out which of his clothes qualifed as “business casual.” When he opened up the very bottom drawer, he said “oh, these are yours.”

“what?”

“these jeans. remember? you needed more space, so I let you use the bottom drawer.”

ohhhh…dimly…this was when he first moved in and I lost half my closet space.

He pulled out the jeans with the flowers on them. “haven’t you been looking for these?”

OH FRABJOUS DAY!!!!

4 pairs of jeans, once lost, now are found! The Old Navy boot cuts, though…ummm….are a little tight now. Ooops. Drat, I loved those. I will keep them, of course, because VERY SOON….well…THIS WEEK….ummm…NEXT WEEK FOR SURE I will go on my drastic, must lose weight, high school reunion is in July, crash diet.

Soon. Very soon.

Naughty Friday Fun!

Published Friday, April 15, 2005 in relationship/sex and photos. 0 Comments

Kev and I were browsing the coupons for a good place to eat (we ended up at Chin Chin 2, a very good Chinese place), I stumbled upon coupons for a place called “aphrodite’s toy box” described as “an extremely unique boutique for women, their partners, and their friends”

woohoo! and it was CLOSE! I had never heard of it. So YEAH we stopped in! Very nice lingerie and toys. Kev and I had a good time browsing. The stuff was a little pricey, but I just COULDN’T leave empty handed! I had a coupon! for 10% off!

So I bought us a little toy

A riding crop! For spanking naughty boys! Bwaha!

a closeup of the detail. look! it’s PINK!!!

Kev likes it too, in spite of its pinkness. He thinks that HE’LL get to use it. Pft!!! BWAAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!

Mucho Male Miniskirt Madness tax update

Published Thursday, April 14, 2005 in daily, relationship/sex and conversations. 0 Comments

Finally rented Troy last night. I unsuccessfully argued against it being a chick flick. Kev had owed me a chick flick since Valentine’s day, when we tried to go see Hitch, but the Universe conspired against us.

“but…there’s war! and fighting! and guys getting impaled and losing limbs!”

“uh huh…but there’s plenty eye candy for you”

“well…there’s eye candy for YOU, too!”

“there’s MORE for you. it’s a chick flick”

“dammit.”

I didn’t help my case much by screaming “ROLL OVER JUST A LITTLE MORE!” every time Mr Pitt appearred all nekkid on screen, which was quite a bit. Yummy! Who knew Achilles preferred sleeping in the nude? I think Homer must have left that bit out. Fool. Would have made english class junior year MUCH MORE INTERESTING! Hooray for artistic license!

So I’ve used up my chick flick points for a little while. That means I probably won’t be able to see Closer for awhile. He wants to go see Sahara. I want to see Hitchhiker’s. Yay!
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How to torture a boy while watching a movie.

“how about a banana. that’s a healthy snack.”

“OK. I can use it to torture you with.”

“UH HUH…I’m not going to watch you, then”

“mmm…banaaaaanas….”

“NOT LOOKING!”

“I just looooooove wrapping my lips around a banana”

“NOT LOOKING NOT LOOKING NOT LOOKING!!!!!”

“mmmmmmm….” *lots of tongue*

*glance* “DAMMIT!!!”

“BWHAHAHAHA!!!!” *CHOMP!*

I love torturing him with bananas. Or popsicles. Or really…any prop, position, quick reveal, touch, or gesture that will provide me with torture fun goodness at any time when we’re together.

I LOVE YOU, SWEETIE!!!!

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Unrelated, yet disgustingly fascinating…

Remote-controlled headless zombie flies!!!!!!

(which would be a great name for a band!)

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HOORAY! I DID MY OWN TAXES FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!!!

yes, I just did them.

what?

yeah…so WHAT if it’s the last minute? the point is I DID them…all by myself!

well…one phone call to my father. just to get my AGI for e-filing. Then dad asked me about declaring my state refund from last year, and I said “umm…what?”

so an hour on the phone and two panic attacks later, that phone call cost me $75 of my federal refund, but probably saved a painful audit. Boooo!

See, the only real problem I have with TurboTax is that while they ask you simple questions to see what forms should be filled out, they tend to clump them together in odd ways. Like “did you purchase a yacht or receive a state tax refund in 2004?”

see? your eyes just see “yacht” and you press “NO” automatically, not catching that trap. So good old dad saved me. That and his organization skills. He had sent me copies of my taxes last year, and they’re probably around…somewhere. Most likely in storage, actually.

But, again…THE IMPORTANT thing, is that I’m a GROWN UP PERSON who DID HER OWN (sort of) TAXES and is RECEIVING A LARGE REFUND that will immediately go to MY CONDO ASSOCIATION and MY SCHOOL for paying waaay overdue bills.

See? Grownup!

“the world’s most dangerous man”

Published Monday, April 11, 2005 in craftiness and relationship/sex. 0 Comments

We’re laying in bed, watching some “ultimate fighting champion” fight on Spike TV

They keep saying that he’s “the world’s most dangerous man.”

uh huh

I don’t know about that.

He’s really good. He’s only lost once.

So he’s not REALLY the “the world’s most dangerous man.”

Well, I don’t think he called himself that back then.

I think there’s more dangerous men out there. Worse men.

He could probably kick anyone in the world’s ass.

Yeah, but what about Osama bin Laden, or, like…other terrorist people?

That’s different, they’re not talking about guns and knives and stuff.

So…in the RING, he’s the most dangerous man in the world.

Yeah.

But they don’t SAY that “the world’s most dangerous man IN THE RING…they just say “the world’s most dangerous man ,” and I don’t think that’s true.

*glare*

What?

later

so if that guy beats him, is he STILL “the world’s most dangerous man?” or does the new guy become “the world’s most dangerous man?”

*glare*

well????

you’re THINKING too much! stop THINKING! JUST WATCH!

Oh, I forgot this is man TV…no thinking allowed with man TV.

like you need a lot of thinking for those medical shows.

Pft!

later. “the world’s most dangerous man” lost

THAT WAS IT??? All that build up for THAT? That was QUICK!

Yep. You get really good guys, it’s either really quick, or really long.

So is he no longer “the world’s most dangerous man?”

SHUT UP!

much kissing and wrestling and rolling around and….ahem. No more discussion of UFC and dangerous men.

Tug of war!

Published Wednesday, April 6, 2005 in dog, relationship/sex and photos. 0 Comments

Seriously, I had nothing today. Some failed experiments - how do I mess up a miniprep? with a KIT???? Dammit. And other than that…nuthin’.

Oh, a quick PSA: guys, keep your fingernails short and well manicured - no hang nails or jagged edges. Or at least keep ONE finger neat, if you want to go bare minimal. The really important one. The one you “warm us up” with the most. This is important. CRITICAL, EVEN!

ahem.

To round out this post, how about some Sadie pictures? EVERYONE loves Sadie pictures!

Sadie loves tug of war. She’ll pull you on your ass if you let her. She’s also growling quite menacing during all this. Actually, she sounds a bit like a pirate: “arrrrrrr….arrrrrrrr….arrrrrrr” Posted by Hello

Evildoer’s beware! Posted by Hello

Look at those nasty teeth! Posted by Hello

Remember a while back when Sadie hurt her paw? We tried a few things to get her to stop licking it. Here is an unsuccessful yet comical attempt: the duct taped sock. She had this off in about 5 minutes. But seriously, how pathetic does she look here? Posted by Hello

We tried a few times with the sock. Still didn’t work. But this pic shows the adorably fuzzy scarf I made her. It matches on I made for myself. HOW GEEKY AM I???? Posted by Hello

Brunch with Jesus update

Published Sunday, March 27, 2005 in daily, relationship/sex, food and Religion!. 0 Comments

Easter morning came bright and…cloudy. Damn. I had to sing at church, and since Kev is ALWAYS late when I make him come to church to hear me sing, I decided that he would go early with me (choir has to report a half hour early). The result of this genius? I was late! Pbbth!

So I was rushed and confused through a service with a TON of music in it. I had forgotten one piece, and someone slipped me an extra copy just in time. At one point, the choir director sat down in an empty seat in front of me. I got his attention and pointed to the bulletin, where it said for a certain hymm “choir introduction: Alleluiah” what? all we had was the copy of the hymm..nothing about an alleluiah. I was panicking because I thought I had forgotten something else! But J had forgotten to make copies of it for us. Quickly he grabbed HIS copy and we passed it around like a middle school note.

All in all, in spite of limited rehearsal time and some complex music, we pulled it off.

whew!

Afterwards I was craving some brunch. Now, apparently, easter brunch is not a big deal down here. I dont’ know why. It is a family TRADITION in Pittsburgh to, after church, head on over to a local hotel or event catering facility, where, just for Easter, they set up an Easter Brunch Buffet. An omlette station. A carving station. Huge platters of bacon, potatoes, scrambled eggs, rigatoni, chicken, etc. And a big dessert station with mousse and cheesecake and ice cream, and allllll kinds of fattening goodies. Because we firmly believe, that as soon as Jesus woke up in that tomb, the first thing he wanted was a good brunch. Some eggs benedict and pasta salad, perhaps.

Not so here. And Kev had never heard of such a thing. Since this was the first year I wasn’t flying home for Easter, mom had sent me a care package earlier in the week, containing my Daffin’s meltaway chocolate egg, dog biscuits, some jelly beans, shirts for Kev, a cute outfit for me, AND…hehe… one of those playstation dance pads! Woohoo! Haven’t had time to try it out yet, though. Always thought they looked fun, but would never embarass myself IN PUBLIC while 4 year old kids bopped like an expert.

Anyway, so as to ensure that I got my official easter brunch, mom included a nice chunk of change. So after church, Kev and I went to my FAVORITE brunchy place in atlanta, Murphy’s. There was a 45 minute wait, but it was SO WORTH IT! We sat on the patio, heated, with the clear plastic tarps blocking out…well, MOST of the pouring rain. Since mom was paying, technically, I went for the whole experience. TWO mimosas…because along with his eggs and salad, Jesus would also like some champagne and orange juice, please.

Stuffed full…we split a key lime tart. Hey…MOM paid, right?

When we got home, I completely passed out on the couch. Deadweight. Couldn’t wake myself up for anything. ROLLING THUNDER passing overhead didn’t make me twitch.

Ahhhh…what a great Easter! Now we’re snacking on a nice hot layered dip: ground beef, refried beans, cheddar, and salsa with chips. Mmmmm…..

Hope everyone had a wonderful easter stuffed with chocolate eggs and bunnies and jelly beans. And if you’re Jewish…hope you had a great sunday avoiding crazed Christian church traffic!

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Do you go to hell for having screaming pounding doggy style sex on Easter? Just asking.

Grrrrrr….

Published Wednesday, March 16, 2005 in relationship/sex. 0 Comments

It starts as this little bit of pressure. Some background anxiety. Things aren’t quite right, but I’m not sure why.

Then I get irritable. Everything becomes a huge deal. They’re out of green markers in the office and I get snippy with the secretary. A google search doesn’t turn up the page I’m looking for, and I swear uselessly at the computer screen.

I start driving faster, angrier. Passing people who are only driving 5 miles above the speed limit and flicking them off. Slowing down when someone tries to tailgate me.

I yell at the dog.

There’s nothing good on TV.

Nothing to eat in the fridge.

I throw a shoe.

Everything is annoying. Nothing is right with the world. I’m edgy, twitchy, and irritable. What’s the problem? Why does everything seem so out of sorts? Why? What is wrong with me???

Then Kev drags me into the bedroom, pins me down, and fucks my brains out.

Ahhhh….

A week of being sick really cramps your love life. It’s good to be back to normal

The long awaited, overly long post about backdoor fun

Published Thursday, February 17, 2005 in relationship/sex and favorites. 0 Comments

“Kev, I joked on my site that I was going to do an anal sex post. Now everyone wants me to do it.”

“what? no!”

“why not?”

“you’re going to get us arrested, or something.”

“pft! it’s legal, right? wasn’t there a federal anal sex law passed? or something?”

(actually, that would be a GREAT name for a law! I would love to hear Katie Couric talk about it on the Today Show. “last night, the congress passed the Federal Anal Sex Act…”)

“yeah, but this is the SOUTH!”

“yeah, but this is ATLANTA! besides, other people have blogged about it! Inanna did, a while back. Dooce mentioned it…something about an A1 bottle”

“whatever”

Yeah, so now I’m stuck. And while I’ve been mentally keeping tracks of thoughts and observations, actually writing this is proving difficult. Especially since everyone here has decided that my desk is the one to stand around and have conversations near. I’m trying to BLOG HERE, people!

So let’s go back. Most of you know by now that my sexual forays were few and far between before Kev (or BK). Also pretty disappointing in nature. I was a very sexual person…who wasn’t getting any sex! I needed to be unleased…but wasn’t getting the opportunity. Fortunately, Kev also had that same inner beast (hehe…UNLEASH THE BEAST!), and together we’ve been quite explosive. And rough…and sweaty..pounding….and…and…

umm…

where was I?

Oh! And while we’ve experimented with positions, toys, places, etc with much success, there was always that oooonnnne other thing he wanted to do.

yeah. “that”

he’d bring it up. I’d shrug it off. He’d get a little pleading…maybe a little whiny. I’d give him a blow job to make him stop. I just didn’t want to think about it. After all, it deals with a region that I’m not all that fond of on me….the butt. It’s not really a happy place. It’s not attractive. I’ve got good boobage, but poor booty. Also…it’s a BUTT! It does…things things that butts do! Output! Not input! And after reading a story or two on the subject, well….I was less than enthusiastic.

But Kev was determined. What IS it with guys and anal, anyway? Is it a “no hole left behind” policy I am unaware of? Is it the forbidden nature of it all? What? Are the other holes just not as fun anymore? Boredom setting in…”oh…not pussy again!” And why is it fine for a man to have anal with a women, but so many people find two men doing it absolutely abhorent! After all, all the same parts are involved. There aren’t any anatomical differences between girl and boy butts. Well, hopefully girls are a little less hairy.

Anyway, Kev was determined. And he does his research. He loooves looking stuff up online. So he found some pages that dealt with the gradual incorporation of Greecian love into your sex life. How you have to eeeeaaaaase into it. And he found my weakness.

I think I’ve mentioned before that every once in awhile, after some serious, marathon-style lovemaking, I can achieve the uber-orgasm. The orgasm to end all orgasms. That leaves me so overwhelmed that I can do nothing but sob uncontrollably afterwards. Oh yeah…it’s THAT GOOD! There was no formula for making this occur. Sometimes, we could go for hours and never get to it. But on the rare occasion…oh…wow….yeah.

So one night after sex, Kev decides it’s time for me to cum again (what a NICE boy he is), and the surefire method for an evilscience orgasm is this: I rub my clit, Kev rubs my G-spot. Repeat until orgasm achieved. But this particular time, Kev decides to get sneaky. After a few minutes of the aforementioned rubbing, a hear a *click* *buzzzzzzzz*

“is that the vibrator?”

“shhhh…just lay back”

oookkkay. but he doesn’t put it where I think he’s putting it. He just barely…barely…puts it further down. Just the tip…right there…and continues to rub my g-spot. Now I’ve got the killer trifecta going. And after a few more minutes of this…oh….yeah…yeah…YEAH….OH MY GOOODDDDDDD!!!!! *uncontrollable sobbing* hooray!

the magic formula. We had found it.

So it was only a matter of time before I caved. How could I not? There was unexplored pleasure to be had. Thousands of porn stars couldn’t be wrong, right?

Right?

So we tried it. Triiiied it. Didn’t work. Didn’t work in a very painful way. Why? Wrong lube. Our standard stuff just wasn’t cutting it. I demanded the best - if it’s good enough for gay men, it’s good enough for me. Not another try until we had some astroglide.

The next day, Kev bought it. Eager much?

We actually didn’t try again for another few weeks. But at least we were prepared with the astroglide.

So here’s the thing, fellas, when something goes up there for the first time, the body’s reaction is “GAH! SOMETHING GOING IN THE OUTPUT SHOOT!!! GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT!!!!” otherwise known as the “I have to poop” reflex. So you have to very calmly tell your body “no, you don’t have to poop. just relax, relax” and try desperately not to cringe from the pain of SOMETHING BIG GOING UP YOUR ASS!!!!

All this requires intense concentration…concentration that is NOT helped by the person who is causing all this stress asking things like “you ok? does it feel good, baby? tell me it feels good!”

ok…right now it does NOT FEEL GOOD! and I’m desperately trying to concentrate on my breathing and relaxation (kind of like yoga. hmm…yoga anal sex…ok, that’s another post) and I can’t do my standard “oooing” and “ahhhing” and it DOESN’T FEEL GOOD right now so STOP TALKING!!!!

And once my body exits panic mode and all my muscles relaaaxxxxxx….oh my yes…oh…it DOES FEEL GOOD! Very VERY good! Don’t ever stop, good! Start pounding, good! Harder, good! FASTER!!!!

ahem.

And afterwards…the fun of walking around for the rest of the evening with well lubed butt cheeks. Is that the weirdest feeling or what?

The whole process repeats itself every time. Kev keeps insisting that the more we do it, the more my body will adjust. HAHA, that sounds like a good excuse to get more butt loving. But at least I know now that I can DO it, and that it’s not terrible or gross.

And now, after reading this, Kev is going to get very very horny. And he’s going to want some lovin’, butt-wise or other. But my mother is in town until next Tuesday, and those bed shaking, wall banging, dog howling, sex-a-thons are off until she leaves. Poor boy.

So there you have it. The EvilScienceChick anal sex post. I hope it was worth the hype. Seriously didn’t think it would get this much attention.

And now….I need a cold shower.

Entertaining!

Published Saturday, May 22, 2004 in relationship/sex and links. 0 Comments

I stole this from another person’s blog - my apologies - but it’s hysterical!

Dildo song

Whew!

Published Sunday, May 9, 2004 in relationship/sex, family and friends. 0 Comments

Cool! New format - I like it!

Whew! I need another weekend, to recover from this weekend. Friday was crazy. The next time someone invites us to a party that is OTP during rush hour, I’m going to say…NO! I know that some people choose to live a life in the idyllic suburbs, but I don’t see why I should have to suffer because of this. If they want to have a party on a Friday night, they should rent a room in a restaurant inside the perimeter – where all the civilized people live. That was nuts.

And Saturday was my good friends’ V and E’s wedding. K drove, so I helped myself to much wine (as you can tell by my previous post). All my friends are getting married, it seems. Got another wedding to attend in June. Poor K. We’re getting enough comments as it is: “so when are you guys getting engaged?” and “I know a good jewelry store, if you’re interested…” And that was when they were all busy wedding planning. Now when they’re all married, they will have nothing else better to do then bug us. And I’m just as guilty myself. I’ve spent most of my life believing that I would never get married. Now all of a sudden I’ve gone ring crazy. Doesn’t help that amazon.com’s got that new jewelry site. I like the blue safire and diamond combos with the white gold base. Pretty reasonably priced, I might add.

Sigh…it will happen when it happens. K and I have only been together for a little over a year. And he’s only technically been divorced for a little longer. (though they were separated way before - she was a nut case, sounds like!) Plus he just got a job (yay!) after a long bout of unemployment. But I’m happy with our situation. “Living in blissful sin,” as I call it. Hate to mess it up by complicating the matter. We both know where we’re headed, and I’m comfortable with that.

Where was I? Oh yeah, busy weekend. Today we drove 3 hours to Gadston, AL to meet his mother, sister and her kids for lunch. It’s a nice halfway point for us. They live in BFE Alabama (aka Red Bay). So lunch, a walk around the mall, and a 3 hour drive back…my ass is sore from being in the car so long! Now some almost homemade pizza (Publix made the fresh dough) and…SLEEP! I’m really exhausted!

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