Posts tagged ‘me & mine’

Did I really say in Friday Fillins that my plans for Sunday included having some “some screaming scratching, biting monkey sex!”??

Scratch that, okay?  I mean, let’s just forget that I even said it.  What was I thinking?  I’ll tell you what I was thinking.  I was thinking that I’m not a 47 year old woman with FMS.  Or perhaps I wasn’t thinking at all.  I sure wasn’t thinking that I would be so sore, in so many muscles; muscles I didn’t even know (or remember?) that i had, that I can hardly freaking move.

Bwahahahaha….

The joke’s on Thorni!  Perhaps when I was 27… or hell; even 37- I could have crawled around the floor laying 20″ ceramic tiles that weigh a freaking ton for 3 days and then still feel like a romp in the hay, but at 47 all I want today is a hot bath and a day lounging in bed with my laptop and maybe a good book.  A nap may be in order later, too.

Got my coffee in bed.  The GirlyBoi has graciously handled my morning chores.  I ain’t movin’!  (A massage might be nice later.  Hehehe.  I’ll have to hit the GirlyBoi up!)

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13 Ways That Thorni is Spoiled Fucking Rotten (by the GirlyBoi)

1) I get coffee in bed.  Not occasionally, but every day that she doesn’t go to work.

2) I get coffee in the bathtub.

3) I get refills.  True.  She actually comes in to see if I’m getting up (or out of the tub), or if I need more coffee.

4) Every winter morning when she gets up and every evening before she sleeps she makes sure I have a supply of firewood by the fireplace so I don’t have to go outside and haul it in myself.

5) She makes me breakfast.  I love breakfast! And although I love to cook, I’m not so hot on making breakfast.  She makes perfect over-medium eggs.

6) She still kisses me like she stole me.  (It’s our joke.  Like “drive it like you stole it”?  hehe)

7) She always saves me the last cup of coffee or the last bit of cream for the coffee for me.  That sweet girlyboi will drink her coffee black so that I don’t have to.

8) She puts the “early” birds to bed at night without being asked. Which is a big deal.  We have 5 birdcages that range in size from about 5′ to over 6′ tall and between 2 and 2.5′ deep. They require multiple drapes to keep the parrots warm at night, so I really appreciate her help on this. 4 of the parrots are “early” birds.  They like to go to bed early, just like her.  The other 2 stay up late with me. (They are the “party” birds! LOL)

9) She cleans the stove for me.  Okay, seriously.  I freakin’ hate to clean the stove! I don’t mind cooking, I don’t mind doing dishes or cleaning the counters and small appliances, but gar I hate doing the stove!  I think she hates it too, but she does it for me.  Now that is being SFR!

10) No matter what time I come to bed, when I curl in behind her to spoon she always backs up into me for the perfect fit.

11) She builds things for me. New cellar doors, eaves to protect the new cellar doors, shelves, closets, workbenches.  I just love that.

12) I always get to have as many orgasms as I want (or can stand.  Hehe)

13) And probably the biggest way that I am spoiled fucking rotten, (and the one that carries the most responsibility with it), is that I can always have my way.  Seriously.  If there is something I want: to do, to make, to change… something I want her: to do, to make, to change… She will make it so or acquiesce or agree.  So I have to be careful with this one.  I try to make sure that I’m not taking advantage. That I listen when she says how she wants it (whatever it is). And that I am grateful for all that she gives.

Bwahahahaha….
And I didn’t even make another pot of coffee. Dayum! What’s up with that? I love the night. I am, (it’s true) a creature of the night. I really need to get my sleeping habits turned around a lil, though. Spring is on its way and that is the time of year that I love mornings!
It has been a productive evening.
I sent 7 letters of inquiry along with my resume and stuffs out.
*sigh
It’s true. You know times are hard when Thorni is looking for a JOB!
I know. It makes me want to cry.
Just kidding.
Kinda.
I can work if I absolutely must! I mean, like work for someone else. I work all the time. For myself. I just… er… don’t really work and play well with others.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I can usually (well, at least I could about 12 years ago which was the last time I worked for someone else) manage about a year. Well, maybe not a whole year. I think 8 months is my record.
It isn’t that I don’t deal well with authority, it’s just that- well… I’m so much smarter than anyone I’ve ever worked for! Bwahahaha! Oh, fuck. I’m not really kidding. Only a lil. maybe. Give me 6 months and I’ll tell you exactly how you should be running things. LMFAO
It’s just that I get so bored. I mean, once I’ve learned the job I want to learn something else. Like my supervisor’s job. Hee hee. Which doesn’t usually go over too well.
It’s okay though. Seriously. I only applied for 1 job that’s not a telecommuting position. If the money is right it could be fun. It’s for a blueprint place. They want a general art/design/layout and copywriter.
Then a bunch of freelance writing bids.
I know. You’d never guess it from the style of my blog, but I really can write well. Haha. And professionally if I must. Human interest, promotional, reviews. Journalistic, folksy, pretentious. LOL Whatever it takes.
I needs money. The hell with the mortgage, it’s time to buy seeds for the garden! And I buy the good kind. Heirloom varieties that haven’t been genetically modified.
You know, you can’t buy seeds from any of the mainstream suppliers anymore. Jackson & Perkins, Burpee. They’re all the same company owned by some plastic manufacturer like Dow or something. I could look it up and tell you the whole deal, but I’m a lil worn out after all those job apps.
Poison seeds, my friends. Insect genes spliced into your food. “Round-Up ready” vegetables. You know what that means? It means they’ve genetically altered the plant to be immune to the exfolient that they want you to spray on your so- called “weeds”. Round Up. Can you say “Agent Orange”?? That is an exfoliant, too.
LOL. You can all thank Adam over at Twilight Earth for my little seed tangent. Check out what they wanna do now. So sick.
I’m so allergic to corn already. It sucks too, because I love it. Imagine… read his post. Then imagine all the corn contaminated. The corn they feed chickens and beef and of course people. Your chips and salsa! OMG! Hehe. It’s so not funny.
Speaking of funny, I was looking through my old posts for something suitable to edit and use a a writing sample and damn, I was funny!
I won’t pause to wonder what happened to me; we all know.
I sure do swear a lot, too.
I wan’t to be funny and charming and stimulating again.
Hmmm…
Okay. Enough. (I’m getting maudlin- it must be bedtime)
Peace, out!