The Sign

HNT - Mini-me

Let me tell ya. It was hell shrinking then blowing back up to life size!! Mrs is so creative. I talk about my relationship with her a lot on here and the lack of passion and "love". But these pictures right here personify her and the very reason she deserves more from me. This was the cake she and C made for my birthday (btw 36 is a joke)
















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ssSSSUUAAAAAveeee!!

der der da da DA DAAAA da da You Say It's Yo Birfday!!

der der da da DA DAAAA da da It's My Birfday TOO ya!!

Yes it was the pluffsters 2nd or 3rd (who's really counting at this point) anniversary of my 38th year of birth over the weekend.

I don't really mind the fact that I'm getting older. Age is a state of mind after all. Time is perception and in my little world I'm about 13 anyway. But.. as I have gotten older, especially since I've had a kid, I DO mind all the hoopla that goes with it. To me it's all about C's special days, or Mrs', or Sandy, hell even BK. Mine are gone. I guess I have always been uncomfortable receiving things. Be it compliments, gifts, favors. I'm just flat out uncomfortable. I'd much rather give them. Giving, for me, doesn't happen often because I'm generally a self-centered prick. So when I DO think of it, it gives me a warm gushy feeling. Conversely, because I recognize I'm a self-centered prick, receiving makes me cringe. After a few years Mrs has learned I don't want a big deal for my birthday. I recognize celebrating it is as much a big deal for C and Mrs as it's supposed to be for me. But I hate the notion of parties and dinners and gifts and public displays..

Sandy started hounding me a few weeks ago. She knew my birthday was coming up. I managed to sneak the big one by the whole shooting crowd last year. They realized it was some time in March around about Aprilish. Sandy knew it was coming up but not exactly when.

Serioiusly?!?!?! Blogger fucking ate my post!! I hate that blogger is tied to your google ID. Log into blogger and I lose my gmail session. Log into gmail and it's hit or miss I lose my blogger. FUCK!!

Ok where was I :/

Oh yeah... Sandy was hounding me for my birthday. She even shot Mrs an email. Mrs knows how I feel and wouldn't tell her. She kept after me anyway. Finally I told her. But I made her promise not to do anything with the information.

I decided to shoot a match Saturday. Mrs had to work leaving C with me. I decided to take her along (it was my birfday after all). Can you see where this is going? As soon as I pulled up I got "Happy Birthday!!!" from everyone. I just smiled and thanked everyone. Fortunately, they didn't sing or anything at the shooters meeting. But Sandy tried to get them to. I have to say I'm a little miffed about the whole thing. I asked Sandy not to say anything. Not only did she tell EVERYONE, BUT she wasn't even around herself. NOOooo she was off with her fucking b/f!

The match was ok. This particular format allows you to shoot multiple guns if you want and even .22s. After the wrist thing Thurs (and having C with me) I opted to just go with the 1 gun, a .22. I shot ok. Should've won. I ended up 2nd out of 38. It's no great accomplishment. A) I was shooting a .22 vs. most everyone else with "large calibers". B) .22's do not draw from a holster. There is a mark painted on the ground you point it at to start. It gives a .22 shooter a good 3/4 to 1s advantage over everyone else not to mention almost no recoil. When you're talking about passes taking 2-3s tops, it's a huge advantage. I was just there for fun anyway so it was no biggie. And the 1st place guy was shooting .22 with a holographic sight. I shoot with plain ol' iron sights (puts me in a different division which I did win).

After the match I hauled ass home. Mrs wanted me back in time to go out to dinner. She had reservations at the largest Japanese hibachi place around. I actually really don't like going there. The food is great. It's just so crowded. But it's C's favorite place so that's where we went. I would've been perfectly happy with the little hole in the wall sushi bar around the corner from our house. Maybe even steak at home. But my birfday (I can't stop saying it like that... birFFFday LOL!!) is as much about Mrs and C as it is me so...

Mrs and C had a cake waiting for me at home. It was AWESOME and extremely creative. C was totally hopped up on sugar from 3 shirley temples and the cake. Couple of presents. C gave me the cutest little pottery bowl she made. She's been taking a pottery class and this was the first one she "spun" on the wheel. Then we took great efforts to bring the kid back down off her high and get her in bed.

I changed into my fav shorts (plenty of pics via HNT's here) and crashed on the couch. Mrs slid/pushed her way behind me. Her hand immediately went in my shorts to my cock. She slowly squeezed and stroked it. It was erotic and soothing all at the same time. Her hand moved slower and slower. Then I felt a little twitch and zzZZZZZzzzz. You have to be shittin me?!!! I can't even get laid on my own fuckin birthday?!!!

Actually, after a few minutes she startled herself either twitching or snoring. She realized she had fallen asleep and pushed me on my back yanking my shorts off. She attacked my cock. I was till pretty miffed about the whole falling asleep thing and so was my cock. After a few minutes I pushed her off and got up. I headed towards the bedroom. She followed dropping clothes as she went. She caught up to me in the bedroom. Her hands immediately went to my cock. This time my cock was in charge instead of my anger. She crawled onto the bed. I slid behind her. Reaching underneath she grabbed my cock guiding it to her pussy. No foreplay. It was fast. I pounded her from behind. She played with her clit. She came. I came. Done.

And thus ended my birFday celibration.

Sunday was a lazy day in pluffland. Mrs had to work again. C and I spent the day lounging, cleaning, riding bike. Mrs came home from work around 6ish. We had dinner and then... back to the couch and sleep for her. It's the same story every day.

Bricks in the Wall

Well that was a bust..

On the way home from pool, semi-drunk, I heard the song. Knowing, or rather I thought I knew, the smartasses on here who couldn't resist so I figured I'd try a little virtual sing-a-long experiment. Obviously I missed the mark. Eh it was worth a shot.

Speaking of the proverbial piling it on. I've been doing these workouts at crossfit dot com (wouldn't want to sully their stats with referals from HERE). I'm actually a day behind on the workouts. I.e. I was doing Wed's workout yesterday. Simple little exercise but at maximum weight (which isn't that much for me). So I started off at 130. Couple of reps. Feeling good. Bumped to 150. Couple more. My shoulders aren't used to doing weight and they are starting to hurt a little. But nothing serious. Bumped it up to 160. Cleaned the bar and almost lost it. Did the press no problem. Put it back down. Thought maybe I should leave it there. My wrist hurt a little bit. Like I twisted it slightly when I almost lost it. For the max weight workouts you're supposed to wait 2-3 minutes between reps. Not quite cooling down but letting your muscles rest for the next max effort. I gave it another minute or so. The wrist felt tweaked but nothing serious. I only had 1 more rep in the exercise so I went ahead and pushed myself. Went to clean the bar and got it up to about my thighs when my left shoulder and right wrist screamed. I aborted and dropped the bar.

Today I can't turn my fucking wrist. It's almost as bad as my elbow when I broke it. It doesn't throb. But trying to rotate it is killing me. The worst part is it's my right fucking wrist. Right elbow first. Now my wrist. The only good thing is I can still hold my gun so I'm ok for shooting. Pisses me off though. Just when I'm starting to get in shape... bam here's another thing stopping me. Hopefully this will be short lived.

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Wed night was an emotional rollercoaster. First, Sandy and I have been running after work. She is travelling to a State 1/2 way across the country for a match this weekend with her b/f. I've really turned up the heat with her. It isn't fair. It's not "right" in the pluff code of fooling around. But it really bums me out when she leaves to go be with him. I mean, I go home to Mrs every day. Sandy and I aren't even doing anything other than a kiss here or there. But I'm actually jealous and get pissy. WTF??

Anyway I knew she was leaving for the trip. We ran. I pulled her aside and told her I hated that she was leaving and kissed her. It was a quick kiss. To my surprise she leaned back and kissed me. But that was it. And I sent her on her way to her bf. I know how badly she wants to have a family. She's been pressuring him pretty hard to DO something. Every single time she goes to see him I'm scared to death she'll come back with a ring. Jayzuz this one has me all fucked up!!

I went to pool. Before I went I got a txt from BK. She wanted to borrow $20. Ok I definitely see where this is going. As I mentioned before I'm pretty much over her. But the old pluffster can't help himself. I decided I was going to push the envelope just to see. Then let her go. It was fun. But in the end, obvious she is only after a) free drinks b) income from massage c) borrowing money. After we finished shooting pool I went to the bar. She came over and sat with me. She asked "So when are you going to come get a massage". I said "I don't think I can do anymore massages. Here's the thing. I think our moment came and went don't you?" She said "What moment?"... "Exactly". Then she asked "What does that have to do with a massage?". I said "Well.. honestly, nothing but I can't really separate the two. So.." She stared at me for a long time with this shit eating grin. Then she finally said "Ok then I'll see you next week". And that was that. So BK's done.

And that be that. I'm honestly not sure where I'm going. Pool ends in a couple of weeks and I've had it. I hate being Captain. I hate drama. I just want to have fun and by fun I don't mean pool. But that ain't happenin. Soo... I'm in limbo. More moreso than ever.

All in All

it was All Just...

Slacker

I'm a big 'ol slacker I know. Just smack me around a bit.

I spent the weekend playing redneck games. WAY more than anything I really should've been doing. The weather was absolutely horrible. Barely 40's and misting. We were cold and damp all day.

After, we went to a hamburger place and got burgers. Then I drove Sandy back to her house. We hung out for a couple of hours. I rubbed her back. We had a few drinks. She leaned against me. I don't get her. We were all but cuddling on the couch. But every time she does something like that, it's with her back to me. Obviously to keep me from kissing her. I don't understand.

I couldn't stay any longer. As I was leaving we hugged. She held on for much longer than usual. When we pulled away I leaned in. She gave me a peck on the lips. I held her because I wanted more. But she pushed away. I still don't get it.

Yesterday, she called. It was obvious she wanted to do something. I did. I was up for anything really. But it seems like we have to have an excuse. So shooting it was. We went to the range. The weather was supposed to be crappy but it was almost sunny at my house. When we got to the range it was raining and shitty. I took us to the farthest bay at the club. It happens to have the longest distance that wasn't on the rifle line. We were going to practice with our .22s (we have little guns set up to mimic the big ones.. cheaper to practice with). I set us up under a shelter so that we could shoot from a dry place.

Somehow she cut her thumb. She showed it to me. I puckered my lips to kiss it. She said "It's all dirty" (ocd). I said "Well then I guess I need to kiss a clean spot" and leaned in to kiss her. She leaned forward. It wasn't a peck. It lingered for just a second.

We practiced until we were tired of it. I borrowed some equipment from the shed to practice with and had to put it up. It was wet and dirty. Her OCD was in full swing. I drove to the little bathroom building we have out there. After washing our hands etc. we sat in the truck. She said "Whatcha want to do now?" I don't really remember how the conversation went. But I said "C'mere". She asked "What do I have something on my face" and looked in the mirror. I gave a frustrated sigh. "No.. C'mere". She leaned over. I leaned in. We kissed. This time it was soft and more than a friendly peck. She started to pull away but I held. Then she did the whole "I'm kissing you but not thing holding just so we were barely touching". She smiled. Then we kissed again.

And that was it. On the way back we talked about a lot of stuff. Nothing in particular. I was talking my usual shit whenever the moment came up. Consistently I got "uh no". Matter of factly. As if nothing had happened at all. I dropped her off at her car. Same routine. Hug. Peck. Tried to hold a little longer. Pushed away. WTF?

I seriously need to be distracted. I know this is just infatuation. But I'm so fucking confused right now. She says "no".. "forget it".. but then we kiss. And she kisses me back. She is playing me brilliantly. And she knows it. She will say things just to fuck with me. I.e. we have been running together. We were walking one day last week to warm up. She said something about her bf. I started busting her balls about him saying "you know a year ago you were going on and on to me about how if he wasn't serious and it wasn't going anywhere you wanted to move on.. I don't see a ring!" She shot back "I'm dating"... Stunned for a second I said "who??" She said "There's you.. there's John (another shooter)". I said "WE'RE dating??" Then it hit me she also said John. I said "Wait a minute.. you've slept with John??! (sleep.. not sex)". She said "I've slept with you 1 more time than him". Whoa.. sledgehammer. So then I said "So you kiss him?" She said "Yeah. Like you. I kiss him goodbye". So wait. She's just kissing me goodbye? I mean sometimes we've seriously kissed. Most of the time it's a peck. But there have been several that were definitely more than just that. So WTF does she mean about John? And she KNOWS it's fucking with my head. Rrrrr!!

It's a shame BK is playing me too. I almost feel like if I could just.. have some fun with someone without the drama and the mind-games the infatuation with her would go away. Is this what happens when you get old? Desparation? Emotional wreck? Is this my mid-life crisis?? I'm too young for this shit!

Whole Lotta Love

er not...

There's a whole lot of nuthin going on in my world right now. Rather there's a whole lot going on. But nothing of consequence or real interest.

I do have a vendor in town starting last week and continuing through to some time next week (including staying the weekend which is weird to me). I guess she was the catalyst for my musings about fellow bloggers stumbling into my world. But nothing could be farther from reality. Anyway we have been working pretty late. Seriously cutting into what little mischief I can come up with.

Pool sucked Wed. night. I am SO ready for this session to be over so I can quit. More drama as one girl quit the team and we "fired" another. BK's team was off last week. She mentioned it the Wed. night before and said "call me if you want to hang out". Yeah... not so much. That ship has definitely sailed. So she didn't come out and that's fine. I'm done being her free drink cart.

Played my redneck game today. In the FA-REEZING cold weather. Drizzly... cold... why the fuck do I do this? For fun?? The hell you say!!

Anyhoo that's all fer now.

If

This is not happening... I don't think. Or rather I have no reason to suspect this is happening. But while letting my bored mind wander, a scenario popped up, part of it reality, most of it simple musings.

What if a vendor was coming to my work for a project? What if, during my web wanderings, I ran across another blogger who would be travelling to my general region? What if I recognized physical aspects of said vendor upon meeting them in person from my web wanderings? What if, certain phrases or mannerisms matched?

Should I say anything? Would that cross a line? "Hey... do you by any chance.. blog? Have I seen your pussy? Was that you shoving a 12" purple rotating rabbit in your pussy? Did that tattoo hurt there?" Do you think they would recognize me?