Hard As A Rock
Monday, February 28, 2005
the little things ...
it's the little things that make a relationship work.
if you're going to live with someone -- FOREVER -- it's the little things that make it work.
like, for example, I absolutely can not tolerate a dog in the house. period. Dogs are outside animals. we have a cat. cats can go inside b/c they are self-cleaning and can use a litter box.
Dogs smell bad, require frequent baths, make messes on the floor, and require that someone let them out to use the bathroom -- none of these things is a particular problem if the dog is outside.
fortunately, my wife is a "dog outside" person. I mean, if I really LOVED you, we could talk about a dog - but it would go outside. I'm just not going to live inside with a dog.
ok, so that's one example.
if you like to watch movies and your prospective spouse, live-in partner, whatever, does not ... that could be a problem. say you want to go to a movie -- they don't like movies ... so you don't go ... or, you go by yourself and you're gone for 2 1/2 to 3 hours ...
so, you end up either leaving and seeing movies -- which means your available "together time" is being spent selfishly or you just stop watching movies...
another personal example -- i am a very clean, very neat person -- order is important to me ... fortunately, my wife and i agree on this. Our house is clean at all times -- and yes, though i fret over her "midnight vacuuming" -- which is annoying and unneccesary, I take pride in the fact that our house is ALWAYS clean -- anytime you wanted to come over, it'd be clean -- no piles of papers, no clothes in view ...
i'm always amazed at the way people keep their homes (no offense to readers, i'm just a neat/order freak) ... so again, a little thing means a lot.
looks will surely fade ... the cute guy who played football in high school becomes the fat, balding guy who drinks beer and watches football ... if you like beer and football, that's probably ok... if you think that would frustrate you, you may be in for some problems.
my weekend, overall, was quite nice... but here's my little "quirk" -- i like to get all of my "work" done and then relax... sometimes, during football season, i'll plan a day of chores around a football game (GO BUCKEYES!) -- so, maybe i'll work in the morning, watch the game, and then finish anything else up before we go out or do whatever else.
Sundays, i like to get everything out of the way -- so that by mid-afternoon, i can relax. clothes get washed, shopping gets done, meals for the week get planned, dress shirts get ironed, etc. if i'm lucky, by dinner time, i'm done -- that means at 6 or 7 i can get in a quick workout, shower, and sit on the couch.
just watch tv. and be quiet.
not my wife. she likes to work in the early/late evening. a little of something on the computer, maybe some of that vacuuming, maybe something that needs my attention ... constant motion until it's time for bed.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
and today is ...
and long meetings.
long meetings mean
well, i can't really sleep.
but i can drift.
drifting means ... erections.
which can be embarrassing when someone comes in and wants to talk and you have to stand up
so yeah, the guy you saw in the dark suit and blue tie with the huge hard-on in his pants leaving that meeting...
that was me.
sporting wood at work.
i'm so fucking cool.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
could she possibly...
smell any better
look any cuter
dress any smarter
I really don't think so...
this intern who keeps coming by is a real distraction
Friday, February 18, 2005
bad night ...
so, yes, it's true ... my car got towed last night.
i come out of class and walk up the street... i think to myself "i don't see my car"
it's not there.
i always park next to the sidewalk right under a sign that says, "no parking here to corner ... tow away zone"
i've been parking in that same spot for about 4 years.
once, i got a $10 ticket.
big fucking deal.
last night, my car was gone.
i called the number on the sign and got directions.
then, i found someone from my class who hadn't left yet and got a ride.
there was my car.
i'm such a damn criminal. of course, in addition to the towing charge, they gave me a ticket which i have to pay.
i haven't been towed since i was in college. like 10 years ago. back then, if i got towed, i'd usually have to leave my car there until a friday when i got paid.
anyway, that's how my otherwise good day sort of ended.
and to top it all off, i came home and had a warm brownie with ice cream and a coke ... so much for that healthy eating that's been going so well.
today, i'm here and i'm horny as hell...probably a holdover from last night's stress...
i'm dying, really
please, someone ... give me what i need
p.s. -- yes, i know, i'm supercool like murphy now that i've been towed... go me!
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Let me say...
I have nothing to say.
i spent all day yesterday in meetings.
in one, i actually got to talk.
in the other, i almost fell asleep
at least the chairs were comfortable.
i get a long weekend this weekend, though -- so if i can make it through tomorrow, i'm good to go.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Happy b-day to me...
That's happy blog day!
oh, and we didn't have sex on v-day... but we had a great evening nonetheless...
my wife was genuinely surprised and pleased with the evening...
and she got me some nice gifts ... which i gushed over -- trying to catch her being good!! let her know that i love those moments...
we had a nice night, tiring, and we went to bed cuddling and laughing (go ahead, puke now)...
work has been busy this week... and i have a late meeting tonight ... there had better be lots of pepsi or I won't stay awake
no cute intern sightings the last two days...
Monday, February 14, 2005
You know your Saturday is off to a good start when...
Your wife asks you if you have bought any condoms lately...
of course, i hadn't b/c it's not like we're having sex with any regularity...
anyway, she's stopped taking the pill -- no, not to have a baby but because of migraines and b/c of concerns about cancer, and other issues.
so far, so good -- no headaches and she was very horny all day Saturday.
so, we go to the drugstore and i pick out a box of condoms -- i haven't bought them in a while -- they're like a dollar a condom now -- i remember when you could get a box for 5 bucks...
anyway, 12 should last us a year!....
she bought this "Dessert" body spray -- it's the Jessica Simpson line of fragrances and make-up that smells great and actually tastes good --
and guys, it really does taste good...
we had a great night.
i remembered why i don't really like condoms... it's just not the same feeling -- and i even bought the extra sensitive kind ... but, a little less feeling can be a good thing in some cases..
anyway, it was a very nice Saturday night...
For V-Day, i have a delightful dinner planned at a restaurant she's never been to - -but i'm almost sure she'll love it... i've got roses and a small gift.
we'll see how it goes
Friday, February 11, 2005
and now the sweet-smelling intern comes in -- to drop something off.
please, stop distracting me... i really am busy.
ok, i don't REALLY mind the little distraction...
but you know the type -- the scent lingers after she walks out the door.
maybe up close it's too much ... but from a safe distance it's very enticing.
back to work ... again.
Should i bother posting...?
well, i am posting... so i guess that's ok.
what am i doing?
i'm very busy at work...
not too busy to notice the usually impeccably dressed girl who works down the hall -- always with cute little shoes and the best outfits -- she works at ann taylor when she's not working here...
today, it's jeans, tennis shoes, and a sweater -- hair in a bun.
now, back to work.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
a reader requested that i post the lyrics to "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day.
This song is one of my current favorites and Green Day is increasingly becoming one of my favorite bands (i know, i know, they were WAY popular several years ago... but their latest album, in my opinion, is probably their best).
"Boulevard Of Broken Dreams"
I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty streetOn the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines What's fucked up and everything's alright Check my vital signs To know I'm still alive and I walk alone I walk aloneI walk aloneI walk aloneI walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beatingSometimes I wish someone out there will find me'Til then I walk alone
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ahAh-ah, Ah-ah I walk aloneI walk a...
I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps And I'm the only one and I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside meMy shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me'Til then I walk alone...
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
I've lost 6 pounds since January 1.
I've stepped up my workouts a bit.
I've given up all carbonated beverages during the week.
yes, i'll have a diet coke or something on the weekend... no more than 1 a day, though
otherwise, it's all water.
i must say, i do feel better.
5 more pounds and i'll reach my goal.
at that point, i want to re-evaluate... what do i need to do to tone up
to look (and hopefully feel) stronger and better.
it's amazing to me what a few small changes can do for your life
the difference i've noticed is enough to keep me motivated to keep doing what i'm doing -- and to do more when the time comes.
Monday, February 07, 2005
i believe this was consecutive weekend #4 with no sex for me.
and then ... there's the friday evening i get home later (around 6) and she says, "what's for dinner?" even though she's been home since 3 and is sitting on the couch ... so i say, "let's go out somewhere quick." and she says, "no, i don't want to go out ..."
"what do you want?..."
"i don't know" is her reply..
then she says there's a frozen pizza, why don't i cook that...
well, i do -- but here's the problem... she was home at 3 and i got home at 6 -- sure, we both had long weeks and such, but why can't she put the pizza in the oven -- why can't i ever come home with some sort of meal that doesn't have to be prepared by me -- i don't care if she cooks it, or just puts something frozen in the oven or on her way home picks up some sandwiches... why does she never think of these things ... ?????
it's a total one way street - either i cook or plan the meals, or we don't eat. once again, i'm at my busiest time at work and finishing up some important school stuff, and i get home late and there are clothes to be washed, dishes to be cleaned...
what is she doing in her time at home?
and then she keeps telling me how tired she is..
to which i have only to say -- i can't imagine -- i can't imagine coming home at 3 or 3:30 (4 on later days) and having several hours to myself.
my "alone time" is generally relegated to the time i'm on the road between home and work... and a few select moments at work where i can read some blogs and/or write.
which brings me to:
I LOVE the Green Day song "Boulevard of Broken Dreams"
Friday, February 04, 2005
Question of the Day
Would a night with Vortexia be more fun than a video game?
I mean, even the best video game.... Like NCAA Football 2005
or old school Legend of Zelda?
Even those games kick ass, I bet an evening with Vortexia, even were she fully clothed, would be way better.
but who knows...
Thursday, February 03, 2005
I met Anne at the Bookstore...
that's right, murphy, i met your sexy sister at the bookstore...
i just went to the bookstore -- for the 3rd time -- and they didn't have my book.
class is tonight.
the bookstore sucks.
and that's where anne comes in.
the other night, as i was off to sleep, my mind drifted away to fantasy land -- sure, i had suzy's name from the other day, but the face and body and name that came to mind was anne .. (sorry tom, i was bangin' your chick)...
she was doing all sorts of naughty things to me... ( i was appreciating all of them)...
i let myself go with it and ended up with someone else... as usually happens... (vortexia, was that you?)..
but if you combine the two, i might be having a better day -- that is, being able to (hell, murphy's going to kick my ass now, i'm talking about her sister this way)...
well, you get the idea.
and yeah, d-rant, my wife's hotter than suzy, too -- but she's still not having sex with me.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
She Drives a BIG Ford Pickup ...
and it turns me on.
She leaves everyday in one of those huge Ford F-350 (I think that's right) -- one of those big ass diesel fords.
She's about my height, wears dark power suits, is young and smart as hell (cute, too) and she drives a big Ford pickup.
who would think that I would like this?... i drive a 10 year-old economy car ... my next car may be a Lincoln LS ... (if i'm lucky and probably at least a year away until i can pay cash for it) ...
but she drives a big ford pickup. and what I want to do with her in the cab. two young, conservative looking people spending "quality time" in a big ford pickup...
she's so damn sexy ... and the truck, well, that's just an added bonus...
and it turns me on.