It’s a PSA if you will. Girls, I’ve got a great, yet absolutely disturbing, way to get your man to stop, momentarily, begging for sex. I don’t know how we got on the topic, but it works. It really works!

I warned you, it’s a little disturbing.

Mention something pertaining to his arse-hole. Really! Sick, I know; but it works.

Mike has been constantly bombarding me with requests for sex. Lately, I just haven’t been in the mood - less then normal; I have a feeling it has to do with my medication lowering my libido. Every night when he gets home from work it’s the same old story. Not How was your day honey? Not You look pretty. It’s ALWAYS, Wanna have sex? And I can’t stand it; nothing puts me in a shittier mood the that. I can understand that my hottest is decidedly overwhelming, but it’s a little ridiculous.

We were having a conversation one night and it came to “going down south”, as it usually does since that’s all he thinks about; and no, I don’t mean Florida. Being that I am so lady like and never say or do anything offensive or vulgar *cough, cough* I blurted out about licking his ass crack.
I have NEVER seen a man so turned off. Child birth had nothing on this. Nothing. The look was positively priceless. Oh, like he’s never thought something so horrendous before. Please.

So, now, my escape from sex? Talk about licking out his ass crack. He stops dead in his tracks and turns away. Every. single. time. Seriously girls. This is paramount!
Now, just picture it; if you’re actually more womanly and proper then me, and your husband isn’t a total freak in bed this will work magic. Absolute magic.

(I can’t believe I posted this. God, I pray that no one in my family EVER finds this blog.)

P.S. The house of shits and pukes are not quite in the clear yet. Carter was sent home because of two diarrheas today and I haven’t been feeling shit hot lately either. Oh, I hope this passes. I can’t stand the thought of more vomit.

For some reason this has become my favourite song lately, and it has NOTHING to do with yesterday.

Don’t be getting’ any ideas.

‘Cept for you IAI.

You can still send me a Taser!

Sorry I have been a bad bad girl. I haven’t been reading lately. I will admit, I was complete immersed in trying to learn Dreamweaver to make a web page, I am getting impatient though, it takes so damn long and I don’t want to read everything! I thought that I could easily just mess around with the program and get where I want fast, but that’s absolutely not the case. User-friendly my ass.
Do you think that many items say they are user-friendly to help people overcome with fear that learning is just too hard? I don’t know if it’s the fact that we (people) seem to have little free time anymore, or the lack of patience to learn something new. For myself, I am impatient; I want to see the end result fast and if I don’t I get bored easily and turned off. I do enjoy learning HTML and trying new things in design, I really want to get this website up and going, so that is my motivation, but it’s. so. damn. confusing.

I am not computer illiterate, I would consider myself “aight” when it comes to learning and understanding these computer mumbo jumbo words, but it seems this past week I can’t, for the life of me, get my head around this shit. I am overtired and overworked lately. I can’t concentrate and dammit, that’s taking the fun right out of it. I need a break, an early bed time (earlier then 9pm I think, sad eh?) and I need a mental health day.

We’re in the midst of a fairly large dumping of snow this afternoon. It’s actually so bad right now that I can’t even see across the road from my house. I am really hoping that this snow is going to get my a mental health day. I think I could handle being trapped inside tomorrow with snow to the roof tops and no way to the outside world. *sigh* I can dream right?

Oh, guess what? Funniest, weirdest thing happened yesterday. I kinda just shook my head because well, I wasn’t sure what else to do.

I was waiting on someone at work, I was on a construction site, wanted to sit down; there was a piece of steel. I sat on it. I was wearing snow pants and was bundled up - since it was about minus 100 degrees. I really didn’t care. I wanted to sit down.

Later on this man walked up to me and said; “I saw you sitting on steel earlier.”
I nodded. Good observation buddy, you want a ribbon?
He says; “That’s not good you know.”
Once again I nodded. At this point I was curious as hell where this conversation was going to go.
The man then says; “I used to do that all the time when I was young, now I’m paying for it.”
Oh shit. I know where this is going. How do I escape?! I nodded again.
“Hemorrhoids.” he says, “Hurt like hell. Don’t sit on steel or concrete.”
M’kay thanks buddy. Thanks. a. lot. *shudder* Why me?

So, there’s your PSA for the day.

Hemorrhoids hurt like hell. Don’t sit on steel or concrete. *gag*