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Wednesday Weirdness #18


1. How often do you talk to your siblings?

It depends. Most of the time it's once every week or two. But when something is going on it can be daily.


2. How well do you deal when given an ultimatum?

Fight. Never flight. Never surrender.


3. Have you ever dated someone or had a lover who had an emotional or mental disorder?

Don't they all? None that were ever "diagnosed". I mean, there was the nutcase artist. The OCD religious zealot. The compulsive liar.

4. How do you feel about crossdressing?

To each his/her own. Actually I tend to challenge gender roles at Halloween. Mostly as a joke.

5. Have you ever lied about the number of sexual partners you have had to someone? Why?

Yup... DUH to have partners + 1!!


6. Does your significant other have the same political and religious views that you do? How often do you discuss politics and religion with them?

No but she's coming around. We're a Carville/Matalin couple... didn't they just divorce? Am I making that up? Hmm.. In a roundabout kind of way... daily. Usually me poking fun at something.


7. What sport, if any, do you find to be most boring?

Golf... followed by curling... no wait... golf.


8. Have you ever honestly peed in the pool?

Honestly as in did I own up to it? No... have I ever... perhaps... when I was kid.. before I saw the "Welcome to our ool" signs...

And there it is... my sordid Weird Wednesday confessions for this week!

TMI and REALLY TMI

TMI Tuesday wasn't updated yet, but as I missed it last week.. I'll play belatedly.

1. Are you truly politically correct? Be honest.

*snark*.. Have ya read this blog?

2. Will you ever streak in public during rush hour?

With proper motivation. Give me a car full of naked women ready to service me...

3. Would you ever do something sexual in public (more than 20 people around)?

Again.. proper motivation is pretty damned liberating!

4. Do you ever not have good table manners?

Every night. Actually my daughter is doing a good job of keeping me in check. Making me say "Excuse me" if I belch etc.

5. Do you ever fantasize about a public sexual act? Describe.
Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever gone through a true sexual fantasy? Describe.

Not public per se. As in the public setting is the turn on. More so opportunities. Hiking a national forest and coming across twins who have been on the trail and are horny (of course I skip the weeks without bathing part.. it's MY fantasy). Taking a lovely for a ride on my motorcycle.. Stopping at an off-the-beaten-path place... It's not so much that we're in public, as the means to the fantasy in the first place.

Have I ever gone through a true sexual fantasy? Kinda... I'll say fantasy in general because I never ever pictured the specific details... see The Dentist Office Part I and Part II




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I didn't expect much. she wanted to watch "American Gangster". Not exactly a sexy movie. I settled into the couch with my beer. Cued the movie while she ran around getting her own drink etc. She dimmed the lights as she walked in. I had my arm propped on the back of the couch. She settled against me in the crook of my arm. Her hand immediately rested on my cock.

The first few minutes were kind of disturbing. If you haven't seen the movie, the first 30 seconds or so establish how ruthless Denzel Washington's character is. Not something that inspires sex.. or at least not to me. After the initial shock, the next few scenes are benign.. relatively. Mrs fingers started tracing the outline of my cock scraping lightly through the fabric. I could feel the pressure immediately. I wore my favorite shorts. Her nails traced the tip of my cock sliding from underneath until the tip was just peeking from the leg of the shorts.

She shifted position; her head now on my chest. My hand slid from the back of the couch to her back... drifting along her hip.. around her back towards her ass.. gasp.. shock.. she was wearing a thong!... A THONG!! A THONG?! She NEVER wears a thong. Oh how I had to play with it.

Her fingers swirled around the tip of my cock. Occasionally, her hand slid along the shaft into my shorts. My fingers traced the string on her waist.. along her ass... between her cheeks. She squirmed pressing her ass into my hand. I could feel the heat through the fabric when my fingertips slid to her mound. Her head slid lower on my chest. I used my fingernails to lightly trace her pussy through the fabric. She shivered as I drifted over her clit. The fabric became damp.

Her head slid lower until it rested in my lap. Her tongue replaced her fingertip on the head of my cock. She pushed the leg of my shorts as far as it would go taking as much of my cock as she could in her mouth. She rose on all fours lifting her ass for me to play with. I used my fingernail to scratch lightly over her clit. Her panties were soaked.

She slid off of the couch grasping my shorts pulling them down. She slid her body along mine letting my cock touch her all over. She kissed my chest while grasping my shaft. I could feel her press the tip against her nipple. She used my cock to swirl around her aureole, shivering as she did so. After a few seconds, she slid her thong off of her body.

Moving onto the couch she slid her pussy along my cock, her knees straddling my lap. She slid herself back and forth along the shaft making it slick with her juices. Finally, pressing her body tightly against mine, she slipped the tip inside her pussy. Slowly, she sat back letting it press deeper and deeper. Her hand went to her clit and she began to rock. I could feel her juices flow as she came almost immediately. Her body shook as the wave passed over. I grabbed her hips forcing her down on my cock. Her arms went to my shoulders grinding herself against me.

After the first wave passed, she threw her body onto my cock again and again. My hands went to her nipples pinching and twisting lightly. She froze as another wave washed over her. After a few seconds, she moved her feet so that she was squatting over my lap, my cock still deep in her pussy. She began to bounce her body. It was the most unusual sensation. The only contact was her pussy sliding up and down my cock and her hands bracing herself on my shoulder.

She crashed her knees against me letting her full weight press my cock deep inside as yet another orgasm crashed into her. At this point, I was almost mesmerized. It was like I was watching my own personal porn. Disconnected as if a voyeur peeking over my own shoulder watching Mrs put on a show of orgasm after orgasm. In my head I did a little high five with myself.

She spun herself around so that she was facing away from me and lowered her pussy onto my cock again. I have to say, this was a little scary. She was so into the sex she rocked herself back bending my cock. As erotic as this was, I really didn't want to have to make a trip to the emergency room with a broken cock. After just a few seconds of this, I pushed her forward to the floor.

As I slid behind her, she wasted no time reaching back and grasping my cock pulling me to her pussy. Again, the disconnected voyueristic feeling came over me as I watched her fuck ME on all fours. I grabbed her hips to slow her down. I wanted to take my time and make her squirm before she came again. Nothing doing. She grunted and slammed herself against me. Finally I gave in grabbing her hips and fucking her hard. Her upper body collapsed against the floor. I could feel her juices running down my balls and thighs. Our bodies slapped together. The tightness in my balls turn to tingling at the base of my cock. I could feel it building. The electric pulse ran along my cock shooting my load. She grasped the back of my thighs pulling me further into her.

We had to start the movie over.

Sorry

no HNT. I was going to do something with.. perhaps.. a pole vault... heh.

Sadly the friend died. I spent some time with Sandy last night and just really didn't think I could take any pervy pics. Perhaps a belated photo soon..

Wed... woohoo

It's a weird day today (the "woohoo" was sarcastic). Fay is throwing tons of rain this way. It is very weird. It goes from bleak and pouring to sunny.. then back to bleak and pouring.

An acquaintance I know through my sport of the redder variety is dying. Literally... as we speak. I have only known him for a couple of years. He has been sick since the day I met him and was for several years before. I only saw him a few times here and there because his illness prevented him from getting out much. His wife is a key figure in the sport. She likes to do administration and has become somewhat of an icon for "if you want it done right..." I have spent a lot more time with her just because she is so involved and he hasn't been able to participate. She sent out an e-mail last night asking people to respect their last few hours and days together (in other words leave them alone).

It's weird being on the edge of this circle of grief. I never really developed much more of a "Hey! How are you doing?" relationship with him. But so many people I know had a much deeper friendship and are obviously very saddened by his sudden turn. I feel almost like my role is being supportive of them while they grieve. Sandy went to visit last night (before the e-mail went out). She asked me if I wanted to go with her. This was one of those really awkward moments. I didn't know him that well so I don't want to intrude. But in being supportive of his wife and my friends who were much closer, maybe I should've gone and waited in the car. I dunno. Like I said... weird day.

WAKE THE F@#$ UP!!!

Sorry... things are SO quiet lately I just had to get that out there. I'm in a sudden void of nothing and it is unnerving me. Relatively laid back weekend. I did shoot a match in mid-state city. I won. But I don't feel good about it because there was a snafu that I think cost the 2nd place guy. I could be wrong and everything is legit, but I don't like knowing it could be a false win. Other than that, it was domestic bliss (sarcasm) all weekend. C had her best little friend over for a last hurrah sleepover before school starts. C has just started the sleepover phase. She really hasn't been old enough or mature enough until recently. All of the sudden, she has had 3 in the last week. 2 away and the one Sat at our home. The girls were giggly, insane, crying, running around... the usual stuff you would expect of a couple of manic 6 yr olds. I had a momentary "Oh shit!" moment when they both snuck into our room to wake us up the next morning. It's one thing for C to sneak into our room, it's another for another kid to be with her as I DO sleep in the nude. But I was appropriately covered. I really expected to hear them trashing the play room, not sneaking into ours.

Absolutely NOTHING going on on the mischief front. BK is gone for a week or two. Sandy went somewhere REALLY far away with her BF. But I'm sticking by my steadfast purely platonic relationship with her. Though, I have talked just a little smack because I just can't help it. But it has been purely talk and ZERO interest beyond. That and she has really been dropping the W bomb lately. Every time we are somewhere together, a match, at a friend's house, at the range practicing, she makes a point of bringing up my wife and child to whoever is standing around. I don't know why, because it's not like anything is going on.. AT ALL. And in a lot of cases I'm not even talking shit, but it really bugs the hell out of me. I think maybe it's the way she always says it. As if she's making a point that we're just friends BECAUSE I have a wife and child. Maybe she feels some kind of guilt for some feelings she is trying to hide. Maybe she is afraid of what people think. But honestly, it really makes me want to do stuff and even help her with things less and less. Maybe I just need to have it out with her. Find out what the hell her deal is with me? I try to stay away, but then she starts calling me. I counted one day and SHE called me about 6 times. So clearly she wants to be around me. But when she keeps dropping the W bomb it just makes me want to pull even farther away. I dunno.

Things on FB went just as quiet as they were before the virtual HS reunion. I was thinking about the whole situation (since things were so boring otherwise). When I think back over the post-HS years, every time I have thought about re-unions or even catching up with old friends, only 1 person really has ever come to mind. There was a girl who used to sit behind me in homeroom my senior year. Her name was/is Kelly. She was pretty hot back then. One of those kids too cool for any click. Not popular. Not into sports or any of the other clicks. She did like to party. I don't honestly even know if she ever dated. We used to get into a lot of trouble. I think it was mostly me because I was pretty much a dork and knew it. We talked a lot out of boredom which was what usually got us into trouble. The most vivid memory I have of her is her telling me one day about a fight she got into with her Dad. She said "Don't be such a twat!" which really pissed him off. She had no idea what it meant, just that it seemed like an appropriate word to use in the situation. I had no idea what it meant either. She said he had to explain it to her, then of course, she got why he was so pissed. To this day, every time I hear "twat" I think about her. Over the years I have wondered what she is like now. One of my friend requests was from her. Much to my surprise, she actually sent me a message too. We chatted for a little bit. I saw her photos on her profile and I have to say, while the rest of us look just like we did back then only wider and greyer, she looks AMAZING. Time has been REALLY good to her.

We chatted just for a bit, then we said all there really was to say. The usual, "I remember when you did" or "Do you remember YY?" It's a shame she lives so far away. I don't think she would ever go to a reunion. She was too cool for it back then and I imagine she is too cool now. I don't think I would go. Honestly, there are probably only 2 maybe 3 people I would have an interest is ever seeing. Most of the people from my HS were very "clicky" and I was never in one nor do I desire to be now. But in true Pluff form a fantasy has formed about Kelly. I think if she went, I'd have to go just in the outside, remote, stars aligning perfectly chance the fantasy could come true. Heh.. still a dork after all these years.

Sometimes you just can't run far enough

In my last post, I wrote about the virtual High School reunion happening on Facebook. I hate to admit it, I'm a closet searcher. I have never gone so far as to actually contact anyone, but I have googled here or there for old HS friends and ex's over the years. I have always felt a certain amount of self-loathing about it because I just don't picture myself as "that guy" who suddenly wants to look up old flames and chit chat (translation - attempt a hook up for "old times sake"). But curiosity and boredom sometimes gets the better of me and I can't help myself. So there is one dirty little secret out in the open.

The sudden influx of friend requests really got my curiosity going. Facebook has the nifty little "classmate" search. You can change the year so different classes will pop up. My HS girlfriend was a year behind me so of course I changed the year to -1. For giggles I went to -2 and so on. Which is when I had a bit of an "oh shit" moment. In the -2 part, I saw the profile for LP. I have to admit there is a little bit of panic and conflicted emotions. I wrote about LP in this post a couple of years ago. I will admit I did a google back then. But here she is. In the flesh (virtually at least). What do I do? I could a) ignore her b) shoot her a message "uhh remember me?" c) send her a blind friend request without any explanation and see what happens. So far I am sticking with a. I'm somewhat conflicted for purely selfish reasons. On one hand I'm a little embarrassed about the way I handled the situation and would be perfectly happy to keep my head buried in the sand. On the other, here is a real chance and catalyst (virtual reunion) to actually say my sorry and whether she accepts it or not, be happy that I made my peace.

Realistically I think nothing good can come from it.

It's a... growth industry

What have you been doing with your life?

Uhhh... Professional Killer

Oh! Good for you! It's a... growth industry!



I'm in the middle of a virtual High School Reunion!! I've been on facebook for about a year or so. The only people who are my "friends" are co-workers etc. But in the last week, I have had about 10-15 facebook requests from people with whom I attended High School. Heh.. Facebook.. people connecting people.. It's pretty weird for me because once I graduated, I never looked back. I visited with the friend who got me into music once. But I haven't spoken to anyone from my school in 20+ years.

Anyhoo... onto Wednesday Weirdness!!


1. Is there anything hanging from your vehicle's rear view mirror?

Pshh! No.

2. When you go into the bathroom, do you ever check behind the shower curtain? You know, to make sure no one is miraculously hiding back there.

Hmm.. let's see... glass shower enclosure.. no curtain.. so no.


3. At what age did your mom or dad give you "the talk" about sex?

HA!! Yeah they had the talk *dripping sarcasm in case you didn't pick up on it* I think when I was about 14 or so my Dad said "You know, if you ever have any questions about.. ya know.. sex.. you can ask" Yeah I pretty much had a clue around 7... a firm "grasp" at 12ish... hacked porn on our cable box around 13ish.. so I had a good idea by the time my Dad asked.


4. If you could add anything at all to an airplane to make trips more interesting, what would it be and why?

Well DUH?! Naked stewardesses.. better.. FRIENDLY naked stewardesses!

5. What is one thing you and your significant other can never seem to agree on?

Lord there isn't enough space for this post... Usually it involves C's exposure to something. I'm of the "they're going to experience/see it sooner or later. Better with us to 'guide them' than some other kid" point of view. Oh yeah.. I guess since we're on the subject, "The talk" is a big one. I had a friend tell me all about "fucking" when I was 7. C is about to turn 7. Just sayin... Mrs is totally not ready to have "the talk".


6. Have you ever walked in on someone else having sex? How did you and the people involved react?

I don't think so. I'm sure if I had I would've stared.. unabashedly. Oooh I just remembered. I kind of did in college. My roommate and his GF were naked on the couch at 3am. I got up for water. At the time I wore glasses and was blind as hell without them. All I saw was something... unusual on the couch. So of course I checked it out.

7. Everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. What is one topic that can put you to sleep quicker than any other?

Ugh... politics... religion. I've heard it all. Yeah yeah I know the point of views. Mine are mine and yours are yours and discussing them can lead no where positive because I'm not changing my mind and you aren't changing yours... Zzzz....


And there ya have it. Another smashing and insightful edition of WEDNESDAY WEIRDNESSS!!!!!

TMI - One Foh-tee Sebin

Ugh... back at work after vacation. So unmotivated. Here's this weeks TMI Tuesday.

1. What is your favorite song to have sex to?

I don't know... what are you listening to? heh.. I crack myself. Actually I have a hard time having sex to music. Don't get me wrong, I'll make a sacrifice and do it. But as a musician, I catch myself listening.

2. What is your vision of hell?

Let me look around. Cubicle. Monitors. Desk covered with crap. Crackberry... Give me about 6 hours and I'll have a new one. I kid.. I LOVE my life... really. Can't imagine hell.

3. In the film made of your life, who will play you?

If you ask any of my friends I think Butthead comes to the top of the list. I've been told I look like John Cusak sometimes. I think he'd do in a pinch. Not than I have anything against him, but it's a step up from John Lennon (people used to call me John back when I wore glasses and had long hair).

4. What is the one thing you most urgently need to tell your mom?

DON'T BUY IT!!! She'll know what I'm talking about.

5. What will be carved onto your tombstone?

"Husband?! Who knew!!" Actually I want to be cremated. Too cheap to buy a place for a head stone.

And the bonus: What is your drag name (which would be, first name: the name of your first pet; last name: the name of the street you grew up on)?

Scooby Meadowbrook Dr. (which sounds better than a) Scooby NE 21 st. or Pogo Meadowbrook Dr.. 2nd but longest lived pet).

Yet Again..

my penis is out of control. Most people should be aware of the phenomena of "morning wood". Well THIS morning, my penis, evidently bored with my lack of interest in playing with it, wandered off and grabbed my camera. Are we seeing a theme with my pics this week. Vacation.. bed.. if only there were someone IN bed with me. Sigh...
















BK is sick today. Or rather sick of me. It's hard to tell. No shooting, or at least not with her. Which is just as well. I actually want to do some "serious" shooting today. Unless I get a better offer... hint.. HINT.. anyone? anyone? Sigh... It would be interesting to see her shoot the "big" stuff though.

I have noticed one of my favorite bloggers has gone AWOL. It has been a couple of weeks. Zip. Nada. It makes me sad. I hope all is well.

Hurt Me - HNT

My arm hurts. My head hurts. But I say bring it on. Hit me with more!

We went to the beach yesterday. I put on sunscreen I swear! My right arm got a little burned. Not so much anything on the left. JUST my right arm. Hmph!

I hung out at the pool hall last night. I tried to play pool for the first time since I hurt my elbow. My plan is/was to join a new team. I thought I should maybe get a little practice since I haven't picked up a stick in many months. No go. I can almost move my arm through the motion except for the follow through. The next session doesn't start for a couple of weeks. Hopefully, it will be ok by then. The picture is of my "bad" arm. I usually sleep with it propped up on a pillow. I think in my drunken stupor I slept on it goofy because it is throbbing today.

BK and I hung out and drank.. and drank. She gave me the seductive eyes. I did my part and laid it on pretty thick. I've come to the conclusion it's all about the chase for her. She likes for me to come on to her, but she also likes to play the "good girl" and say no. It's an ok game. Better than no game.

After last call, I walked her to her car. She had that look. I moved close. She didn't stop me. I leaned in for a hug. She smelled really good. I put my nose close to her neck and let the whiskers of my beard tickle her neck while I smelled her perfume... along her neck. Then I held her close, our mouths just inches away.

Nothing happened. Shit talk. She wants me to take her shooting again friday afternoon. Game on. We were talking about guns in general. I think I started something with her. She said she wants to shoot my BIG guns. I told her the story of shooting a super high power round through my shotgun (slug if anyone is interested). If you've never done it, it's something you will NEVER forget. It is without a doubt the hardest kick I have felt. The one time I did it there was a guy standing behind me laughing his ass off because he knew what was coming. My brain actually did this little "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT" reset when it went off. She said "I want to do THAT". Uhhh... ok. I'll just wait around to take advantage of her while she's out! Heh..

SSSooooo Lazy. And weird stuff too

I overslept... it was GOOOOOOD!














Let's play Wednesday Weirdness!!!

1. When your relationships end, are you the instigator of the breakup or the recipient?

I've been both.

2. Do you save things from your ex, or get rid of them? If you save them, how? If you trash them, how?

To me things are things. Especially if they are cool! A lot of times I will keep a little something as a reminder of the relationship. I.e. I have a few things from the Married Woman to remind me not to be blind.

3. Describe your favorite ex?

Wow this is a tough one. I guess there was the artist I dated in College. She was fun. Had a really intesreting perspective on things.

4. Do you consider a friend's ex off limits?

I don't consider current friends off limits!! Haha!

5. Have you ever had sex with an ex? Why?

Yes. The artist. Just happened. It was cool. Nothing more than the one time.

6. If you had a choice between spending the rest of your life with your worst ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend, or your HS Nemisis, who would you choose?

HS Nemisis?! People actually have those? I guess I'd choose the nemisis because I honestly can't think of anyone I hated that much.

7. Would you ever create a YouTube video or a website celebrating your exes' flaws?

Nooo.. That would require way more energy than they are worth.

This is SUPPOSED to be Vacation?! and TMI.. LOTS of TMI

Ugh!! I'm SUPPOSED to be kicked back at the beach. Instead I'm doing yardwork... YARDWORK!! It's ruining my complexion... heh! For today's pics I was going for a "lawn boy seduces the lady of the house" theme.. but maybe not so much:



































We lay on the couch watching TV. I felt the hard edge of fingernails scratching my cock through my shorts lightly. It reacted immediately. Her nails slid along the side until they reached the tip. Gently her nails scratched the outline of my head. My cock grew and pressed against the fabric of the shorts and my leg. She used all of her fingernails to slowly slide up and down the shaft. The hard edge of her nails softened by the fabric sent bizarre sensations of sharp and soft along my cock. It grew until it strained to slip out of the leg of the shorts. She helped it along. Now using her fingertip, she swirled it around the tip spreading the precum. Quickly she shifted taking the tip in her mouth. I pulsed trying to free a few more inches from my shorts for her mouth to take.

She slipped off of the couch pulling my shorts with her. Kneeling between my legs, she slipped the tip back into her mouth. Her hands roamed the shaft and my balls. Impatiently, she slipped up my body straddling me. My cock slid along her slit until the tip pressed in. She lifted her hips and quickly sunk my cock deep into her pussy. Hands on my shoulders, she rocked her hips back and forth grinding my cock deep into her pussy, her clit rubbing against my pelvis. She lifted her knees to take me deeper still. Her mouth froze into an "O" as tremors swept her body. Her pussy squeezed against my throbbing shaft as tremors became quakes of an orgasm. She threw her head back and rocked her hips fucking me in earnest once.. twice.. three times. I felt the gush of her juices when the orgasm enveloped her. She froze, her pussy clenching my cock while each wave pulsed over her body. She collapsed against me.

My cock continued to pulse deep inside her. Each pulse caused a shiver to run through her body. I was just getting started. I pushed her towards the bedroom. She crawled onto the bed her ass positioned to me almost as if in a challenge. Who am I to walk away from that? I slid in behind her. Her hands were already reaching back to grasp my cock pulling me to her. As soon as the tip touched her pussy she pushed herself back onto it. I tried to take my time and go slow. She would have none of that. Throwing herself against my cock, we fucked hard. I grabbed her hips causing a gutteral moan to escape her lips. Our bodies slapped together while my cock pounded her from behind over and over. She sunk her face into a pillow crying out. I could feel her juices flow as she came again. My own orgasm rocked me.

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That was TMI part I. Now for the real TMI.

TMI Tuesday time.

1. What is your definition of romantic?

Before marriage and a child? Spreading flowers around the house. Candles. Dinner. Blanket before the fireplace. After? You awnt to? Yeah.. You? Aiight.

2. Would you consider yourself to be romantic?

Maybe at one point. I still have my moments.

3. Is your significant other romantic?

Does Hallmark make a shitload on Valentines? Uh yeah.

4. Have you ever chastised a SO for not being romantic enough or too romantic?

Uh no.

5. What do you consider a grand romantic gesture? Have you ever been the recipient or giver of one?

Sleeping with me? Heh.. That's a tough one. I don't really think about me. I more think about what to do with someone else. I have received romantic gestures a few times. Special candlelight dinners etc.

6. If you have done something romantic to get laid, did it work? If not, why and how did that affect your romantic tendencies in the past.

Yup. See #1. That one has been in my bag of tricks and has worked a few times. Overload of flowers. Overload of candles. Dinner. And it always works.

7. What is the most romantic thing you have ever done? Had done for you?

Seems a little redundant. See number 6 AND number 1 as well as 5.

It's Monday...

and I'm on VACATION!! Hell yeah!!

As I have been horribly slack with the HNT's lately.. I'm going to do a vacation "shot" a day. Today is my "I'm on vacation and don't have to shave" theme.





































The weekend was full of stuff... but nothing overly interesting. I did get a massage with BK Fri. and took her shooting after. But nothing really interesting beyond that.

I shot my first match since my elbow injury. I shot well. 2nd in my class. 5th overall. We had a few people over to the house after. I really wanted to invite the shooting gang. But one after another dropped out until it was just Sandy and the family with whom we went to the mountains. Mrs got DA-RUNK! It was funny as hell. There is a local company that makes "Sweet Tea" Vodka. Mix it with a little water and it tastes JUST like sweet tea. Evidently this is Mrs' crack. She went through about 1/2 the bottle by herself.

Yesterday, on the other hand, ugh. Mrs started her period and, for whatever reason, is SUPER emotional. I guess it has to do with Sandy. She asked me for help buying a computer. I told her I could bring my laptop over and we'd get it ordered. I talked to Mrs about it. I have been very good about keeping Sandy at a platonic level. No shit talk. Just friends. I thought things went well with the party. I told Mrs she needed help with the computer. She said ok. Then later she said "Why can't she just use her roomate's PC?" She hates dealing with her roomate. He's ok. She likes him alright. But he's gay. And deep down I know she really has a phobia about it. I honestly think she doesn't want to touch anything in his room because in her head, she envisions him on gay-chat rooms whacking off. I think she thinks everything has cum all over it and it freaks her out. However, explaining this to Mrs would sound like a horribly concocted excuse. So I just said "I guess she could. But he games ALL the time and she doesn't like to impose". That was all that was said.

Later, I couldn't find her in the house. I looked around and around. Finally I happened to look outside. She was lying in the GRASS bawling. WHO THE FUCK LIES IN THE GRASS OUTSIDE AND BAWLS?!?! I tried to get her to tell me what was wrong. She wouldn't. I didn't bother to call Sandy back. I just KNEW that was what she was upset about. It went on and on. She wouldn't talk to me. We were even having "normal" conversations about our damned schedule and she teared up. Finally I shouted "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?! IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TALK TO ME, QUIT FUCKING CRYING?! WE'RE TALKING ABOUT A GD (insert mundane topic here) AND YOU'RE FUCKING CRYING!!" She actually laughed at that. But she still wouldn't tell me what the hell was going on.

Later, she was giving C a bath. I heard bawling from the much smaller person variety. I went in to see what was up. C was crying about her fish again (oh... we got another and he only lasted 2 weeks.. this was 2 weeks ago). FUCK! BOTH of them!! If we ever get a dog it's going to be a boy because I need to balance the fucking estrogen in this house!!

Clearly, Sandy is an issue with Mrs. I thought I could take the whole "family friend" approach since I really have changed gears with her. But NOOoooo. That isn't going to work. So it's back to selective information. Not going to lie. Just not going to talk about her either. I think Mrs is much happier blissfully ignorant of anyone outside of our family.

It is almost 11:00 and my daughter is still asleep. Time to wake her up.