Saturday, September 8, 2007 @ 4:38 pm
Sorry Charlie
I’m going ahead and taking the plunge. I’m writing now because I know that should I wait any longer to write this post - it will be the length of my screenplay I need to submit by semester’s end. That really isn’t much of a problem except that I have no idea how to pitch it to my class mates. *ahem* Yes, esteemed classmates and somewhat cute but slightly aggravating professor, I would like to pitch my blog - YOUR TEEN WET DREAM. Picture it: teen girl living with her family - father is a minister - she’s slightly on the innocent side with a slight open bite that is being corrected with braces. She stumbles upon Niteflirt - this on line community of sorts - where girls can advertise for stimulating sexual conversation. She starts with a flourish - taking calls as often as she is able to because, frankly, she enjoys the attention, sex play, and exploring the nasty side she has kept hidden for several years under the pretense of straight A student and virginal only daughter. Suddenly she receives THE call that changes her life forever and before long she is knee deep in … in… um… sin. She attempts to break free - to find some sort of balance between her life as a student, upstanding citizen, obedient daughter, and organist for her father’s church - and her life after dark where she masturbates frequently to the moans of her callers. But is it too late? Will she be able to regain some sense of “normal” or has she crossed the line of no return? Coming soon - to a theater near you….
See? just doesn’t quite work, does it? Though it does excite me to think about my professor’s comments and feedback. Wonder if he’ll put a new “spin” to it after class? *wink*
So here is the long awaited for blog entry. Hope I don’t disappoint. I’m a bit out of practice…
A few days ago I woke up to a series of Charlie Horses. First my left thigh was attacked. I’m usually not a baby when it comes to physical pain. I will cry at the drop of a hat when it comes to my feelings being hurt - but I’ve pierced my own ear for crying out loud (by pushing an earring thru it - I didn’t really think paying someone to push an earring through my ear was sensible when I knew I could do it myself…), stepped on a few nails, twisted my ankle I don’t know how many times, popped my knee out of the socket and had it pushed back in and finished the softball game I was in immediately afterwards, completed 50 ab throw downs at the gym with my personal trainer and lived to talk about it the next day - and through all of these physical tribulations I’ve never shed so much as one tear. I’m a tough girl - don’t let the appearance fool you. That is the rather lengthy “set up”. Here’s the point: When I woke up and was immediately attacked by Mr. Charlie Horse - I moaned so loud my family came to see if I was alright. I stood there perched on one leg like some drunk, sleepy stork while my family ran around me offering me advil, vitamins, hot pack, cold pack, and finally some spiritual laying of the hands ritual to ease my pain. Nothing worked. Finally I asked for some icewater - and either the shocking cold liquid at 6:00AM - or the 10 minutes that had passed - finally cured my spasm. I limped slowly to the couch stretched out a bit - and then was rewarded by another charlie horse in my calf. Serious pain - and not a kind way in which to greet the morning.
While I was recovering from my Charlie Horse Hell - I started to think about this schedule I’m on for school. I’m thinking I might have been a tad bit over zealous when I signed up for my classes. I’m literally exhausted. I spent all day today sitting in a chair in the living room watching old episodes of TOP CHEF. I have seen all the episodes of this season at least 50 times but I sat there and watched them anyway. Then I watched one of my favorite movies with my family - and I don’t watch movies with them often. My family (and I am included in this familiar trait) are talkers during films. That’s if we stay awake during them. We’re the annoying people in front of you at the theater who talks to the characters, solves the crime, tells the person who is being chased to watch out behind them, and names every movie the person on screen has been in. We’re truly annoying. Yes - I’m including myself in the annoying family trait category. To my credit, I did math homework while I watched - and I did complete another huge section of my Math homework. My point (damn I’m all over the place right now) is that I think I’m taking too many classes. I’m just a little bit overloaded. Parenthood, School, Work, and I think I have the beginnings of a social life, too. I’m exhausted - and it takes a lot for me to admit that - but there it is.
So until further notice - change the times I’m available at night to 8:00PM - Midnight - Mon-Thurs. and then Friday - well - I’ll try to log in but maybe you all wanna call me or set up an apointment if earlier times are needed. Saturday I’ll attempt to log on before 7:00PM, how about. And Sunday … let’s just play that by ear, k? I’m really sorry. I’m trying hard to settle into what my little tiffy correctly identified as “pattern”. There is a rhythm to my madness when I am in school and I’m desperately attempting to find it. I think it should be clearer in the next week or so once my first examinations are under my belt.
Jackson is fine. He’s growing up into a rather attractive puppy. He is mostly sleeping through the night by my side - but he’ll wake up every now and then to pee a lake on his potty pad…and well - I have to wake up to escort him to it. He’s a good eater, loves his little chicken strips - and is hilarious when I bathe him. He also loves biting people on the fingers, toes, ankles - whatever he can grab on to with his razor sharp baby teeth. I wish he’d use it on his rope toys but he doesn’t find them half as appealing as human flesh. I’d be more worried except everyone (including his Vet - whom he adores!) tells me it’s just a stage. The other day I went to kiss him on his little puppy snout and he bit my lip - top one. It was just a little nip but those teeth penetrated a few layers of my skin with little to no effort. God it hurt. I teared up a bit and looked at my son and told him firmly, “no bite” and he got the cutest hurt look on his little puppy face. I stood my ground though and eyed him down. He finally looked away from me - whimpered - and then softly licked my cheek. Ask me if I’m still mad. Go ahead. How can I be mad at such a cute little boy doggy? He insists on being the alpha dog and ruling the home with his cute looks - but nah uh. I’m Mama… I wipe his ass and pick up his poop - I will be obeyed. If only in the fantasy version. 
So again - I’m sorry for not being around as much as I had originally promised. I will eventually strike some sort of a balance and in the meantime I’ll try to at least be weekly in my entries (lol) and let you know here what my up coming schedule may be. Thanks for the patience, calls, letters, presents, tributes and well wishes. And to the comments I’ve received - I haven’t forgotten any of you and will be calling you out in later week/s - don’t worry. 
wet, delicious, teeth free kisses,
Comment by Jackson
September 9, 2007 @ 4:26 am
“Jackson is fine. He’s growing up into a rather attractive puppy.”
Rather? You better not be dangling one of those beautiful nipples too near my ‘razor sharp baby teeth’ after such a slight. ::closer … closer …::