So, Why Don't I Just Confront The Problems?

I have only had a couple comments about this blog.  Other than BFF and I, there are a couple more hits, so someone is reading what I write.  It may just be a random hit every once in a while and really only BFF and I are reading, I don't know. :)  But with the lack of actual questions I'll try to answer one that I can imagine people have asked themselves.

So, What's The Company Policy Again?

Well, it looks like I may end up having to slow up on my posting soon. I missed posting yesterday because Tuesday I started reading a couple new blogs (Betty Homebanger and Filled and Fooled). Very well written, very entertaining reads. Unfortunately, on Tuesday, I was reading them at work.

So, Does Bad News Always Suck?

Got a phone call this morning at work.  Mrs! had gotten a call about a family member's illness.  The news had upset her and I left work early to be with her.  As odd as it sounds, there is part of me that still loves her and I don't like to see her hurt.

So, Why Am I Dead?

I had hoped to post last night since I didn't get to post during the day.  That wasn't possible, though since I ended up taking A3 to his scout testing.  This was not part of my plan, and while I don't mind taking the As to meting and activities, the way I became entangled last night was particularly frustrating.

Mariam, Part One

Mariam had been curious about the saloons and brothels across town ever since she and Harlan had moved to Mineral Gulch a year ago.  She was so excited when he told her about moving from back east and setting up his dental practice in the gold rush town.  The excitement of the frontier had always intrigued her and now, for the past year, she was living here. 

So, Why Am I Smiling?

Yesterday was an all around depressing day.  Between lack of sleep, personal setbacks in my diet/exercise plans, the bitchiness of Mrs!-in-law, slow postal service, and frustratingly obtuse co-workers, yesterday was one Monday I could have slept through or just completely done without.  Today made it all better (or at least bearable).

So, Are You Alone?

Between the entertaining times over the weekend, I realized that I was just plain bored.  We did the movie thing, did the date thing, and even watched the award ceremony for A4.  But between the bits of fun things and distracting things I realized that there wasn't really anything.  I'm surrounded by people, and even interact with them at times, but on the whole, I am alone.

So, Enjoying Your Long Weekends?

I was texting with BFF yesterday and wondering what I should write about today.  One of the benefits of my job is that when I finish a particularly busy project I am granted a day off, that doesn't count against vacation time.  So, with a busy week and a program at A4's school, I took today off.  Nice to have a day off of work.  Except...

So, What About That Laundry?

OK, so at the risk of making myself look like more of an ass of a husband than you already think, I have to pass along the piss-me-off moment from yesterday.  It involves laundry and, as such, is ripe for making me appear to be a horrible person.  Or at least more horrible than I already appear.  So let me give some background, in the hopes that I may appear a little less of an ass.

So, What About Sex?

Since things with Mrs! have generally returned to the way they were before the suicide fight, I've gone back to doing things the way I was before.  That means I'm doing some things in the relationship to keep the peace, including sex.

Me, You, Entwine

Your words sound out to me,
They tell of things no one should see.
Your heart is bruised as it never should be!
You say, Sorry...

Talking helps you get thru,
So please talk to me, I tell you.
I know we belong together we two;
My heart needs you!

You're quiet but still mine;
I feel your smile through the phone line.
O'er time I've felt your heart and mine, entwine.
Don't need a sign.

~ Anon ~

So, What About Love?

Got a little time to talk to BFF while I headed home.  Nice to chat, but things just aren't where they were with us.  I know this frustrates her (and me), but at the same time I'm not sure I'm ready for more without a clear path to a resolution.  Yeah, I'd love to be back where we were, but I just can't do it just yet.

Train - Mermaid

Not today.  Not tomorrow.  Not next week or next month.  But sometime, someday, I will be with BFF.  When that happens, this will be one song to describe our relationship.  We both love music, and lots of the same kind of music.  We have so many songs that are special to us, but this one is very special to me.  Some of the reasons:

Hands

Her body jumped with a start as the hand slid over her hips and fingertips brushed the top of her pussy.  She drew in a sharp breath as the electric thrill of the first touch coursed through her folds and excited her clit.  She kept her eyes closed, but rolled to her back, her knees falling open to expose all of her.

So, Where Did I Disappear To?

OK, so after a hasty (and admittedly poor) showing on Monday, I didn't post at all yesterday.  Monday work was just plain busy.  I'll apologize for the crappy post, but sometimes that's what you get when I generally am only on here from work.  Since this blog was supposed to be a mostly every day thing, I was a bit frustrated at not posting yesterday.  But, honestly, I really have a good excuse.  It all started as I set aside some work to compose a new blog post.  I was less than a sentence into the post when my phone rang.

So, What Are The Issues?

I've had a difficult time trying to write today.  I wanted to cover some things that happened over the weekend, but there's some missing pieces to the back story that make it difficult to be brief.  Instead, I thought maybe I'd go over some of the issues I mentioned to Mrs! when we had our big discussions.  These are the three issues I felt were the most problematic in our relationship.

So What's The Story? (Part 3)

[To read Part 1 and Part 2 of my story.]

Mrs! and I argued.  It had the same feel as the fight a year before.  I told her the same thing about deep hurts.  I said for a year she knew but didn't say anything, didn't ask about the hurt or how to make it right.  Oh, sure, she's right, she occasionally asked if everything was OK.  But she didn't dig into what I had told her; she didn't really desire to make it right.  And let's be honest, asking if someone is OK once you are both in bed for the night hardly counts as trying to repair a relationship.

So, What's The Story? (Part 2)

[To read Part 1 of my story.]

Moving is never easy.  Especially when you have to essentially start from scratch in a new part of the country.  With an old home to deal with and a new home to acquire, I set off to the new locale with A3 in tow.  I spent my days at work while A3 schooled, then at lunch and evenings I would review A3's work and assign the next lessons.  In the later evening, after A3 was in bed, I would have some private time with Mrs!.

So, What's The Story? (Part 1)

Growing up in a sheltered, conservative, religious home had at least one benefit.  It was easy to put on a front and be seen as a "good" kid.  I learned the lessons well that the outward actions, the public face, mattered much more than anything private or on the inside.  I also learned that if anything in private or on the inside didn't line up with the "truth" (as we were taught it), well you'd better not reveal that or you might get in trouble.  Yeah, I learned that well.