Sexday

My hubby's been out of town for a week but he's on his way back home right now ^_^ sadly it's a 20-hour drive, so that puts him home around 8a tomorrow. The plan is that Sunday will be Sexday since we both have the day off, and we're planning on getting shit-face drunk Saturday night to make the whole thing more fun. W00! Alcohol and sexapalooza? Sign me up!

I start to school next week, so I'm super excited about that.

My hair is officially brownish redish auburn as of Monday. I like it a lot.

College football is on and it's really fucking stupid.

I really don't want to be at work right now.. like for realz. I'm super tired. I'd really like to go take a nap in my car, but I don't think that would help me out much right now. Hopefully I can get in bed relatively early tonight, after drinks with my mom, grocery shopping, going to New Fine Arts, then cleaning the house before my husband gets home.. ugh.

Blogger Formerly Known as Blonde

So I was driving to my in-laws' house to pick up some moneys (I cut and highlighted the little ones' hair for school), and I'm exiting, pop my tranny into neutral to coast and avoid stalling (because there's a shitty fuel delivery problem that stalls me out when I get below 1/4 tank of gas) and my RPMs shoot up to 2k, then there's a *pop* noise and my car stalls out. I pulled to a stop and tried turning it over. Rerr-rerr-rerr. Nothing. Rerr-rerr-rerr. Nothing. My car won't turn over. Luckily my in-laws live up the hill from the exit I took, so they came down and towed me to their house, where my husband met me. After some close examination, we guess at the distributor cap and rotor needing to be replaced. We replace them. Rerr-rerr-rerr. Nothing. Still won't turn over. So we leave it there and go home because he had to leave to go out of town. I call my mechanic yesterday and tell him what happened. Diagnosis: timing belt. UGH!! Those are such a BITCH to replace, because they're wrapped around the water pump in my make of car. So I've gotta pay to have it replaced, but at least I was coasting when it happened, so when the belt broke it didn't flip out and wrap around something else, like my crankshaft. That would've broke me.

All this was said so I could say this: I had to spend my hair appointment money on getting my car fixed, which means, after tomorrow, I will no longer be blonde. I'm taking my hair back down to what should be a chestnut brown. Not my natural color, by any means. I hate my natural color. But my roots are getting pretty awful, and I don't trust myself to bleach out my roots without causing my scalp severe pain and damage via chemical burns, so I'm dying it back. Myself.

This should be interesting.

Stupid Clean Fun

I enrolled in school! I'm officially a cosmetology student! YAY!! I'm $15k+ in debt for student loans, but hey, I can pay them off later ^_^

My husband and I had been hardcore fighting for three days. He's absolutely ridiculous and immature when we argue. Luckily we got over it and had amazing couch sex Wednesday night. Then Thursday I was out of town doing someone's hair until like 10:30 that evening (I got lost on the way home, UGH) and we were both tired so no sex. Then the past two nights I've come home relatively intoxicated.. and both times I've wanted sex (because that's what happens when I drink).. and two nights ago I started my period. No sex for me! UGH. It's seriously frustrating, because now I have to wait another 3 days to get off my period so I can get laid, and my husband is leaving for San Antonio on business tonight before I get home from work, so I don't even get to see him.. this blows. As good as the money is, I don't think I like him travelling. We always end up fighting for some reason while he's gone. At least I get to text him, but other than that I don't get to talk to him until he gets back in range for our cell phones.

The Olympics are on our TV at work.. since when are ping pong, badmitton, and the stupid lacrosse-variance game they're playing now qualifying Olympic "sports"? And why aren't skateboarding or cagefighting good enough? They both require physical skill and endurance. Stupid Olympics.

Okay, I'm off my soap box for now.

All For Something

No school yet; hubby says we need to have more in savings first. Gay.

He left for Galveston this morning for work, and he'll be back sometime Friday. Then he'll be in New Orleans all next week starting Sunday. Besides working a lot, the only thing I'll have to occupy myself will be work and sleep until he gets back. What sucks is that Sunday is my next day off and my husband will be gone.. I doubt they're flying, so they'll be leaving early for 9-hour drive. Stupid travel. It pays well, but I'm going to miss him a lot.. Hopefully he won't be too tired Friday for some nookie, because we didn't do anything last night or this morning due to fighting.. about sex.. I still don't understand quite how that works..

I'm at work, and I'm tired and bored and ate way too much at lunch with my mom. Then tonight when I get off I'm going to the in-laws for dinner and so my father-in-law can put freon in my AC; I've been without anything except rolled-down for almost a week now, and I'm dying. I passed out from heat exhaustion Sunday night. It was bad. My husband was scared and freaking out, apparently. I vaquely remember being carried, set down, then being disrobed and attacked with cold wet towels.. no bueno, but I'm glad he took care of me. He usually does when it really counts.

You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Loves You

There have ben quite few changes taking place in my home over the past week. For starters, I wasn't getting laid. That's a big fucking deal. This past Saturday night, myself and some girlfriends got together at one of their homes and got completely trashed on margaritas and Jell-o shots. I road with my friend to her home and my husband picked me up, because, hello, I'm not stupid enough to drive home trashed. Mildly drunk, yes, barely able to stand, definitely not.
So my hubby comes to pick me up and we got home. First, I should mention that I have the propensity of being horny when I drink; also, I'm never too drunk to not know wtf I'm talking about. So, we get home, and I want sex. He said he was too tired. Wtf is that about? He's lying on the couch after I get undressed, and in a wobbly sort of pissed-off nakedness, I walk into the living room and demand to know why he won't fuck me. He says I'm drunk and that I need to go to bed. I then attempted to say, "I'm not too drunk to think straight," but it ended up coming out "I'm not too straight to not drunk think.. wait.." and I restated my intended statement.. slowly. So I get down eye-to-eye with him and I ask him, again, why he doesn't want sex as much as he used to and why things are different and why he doesn't touch me like he used to because he used to not be able to keep his hands off me and blah blah drunken ramblings blah blah. Finally he says that usually after work he's too tired to do anything, but when he's not too tired before sex, he's usually too tired to recipricate afterward, so he doesn't do it at all. This pissed me off further, so I gave up and went to bed. He fell asleep on the couch. I wake up the next morning, get dressed for work, and stand in the living room bitching about the exact same things I'd said the night before. Not a whole lot was said on his part besides trying to cop out by telling me to go to work. Fucker. I go to work and I ignore him for 98% of my day, then I come home and change clothes and we go to Chili's to meet somone (I'll get to that in a minute). We get home and we're watching TV when he starts rubbing on me, then proceeds to take off my pants. So we're sitting on the couch half-naked playing with each other, followed by some seriously hardcore fucking, followed by me getting some personal attention and getting off. So things have been much better in that department.

As for who we met for dinner, well, it's my husband's new boss. Sunday we met to discuss the possibility of my hubby going to work for a submetering company, which involves a lot of travel all the time but also a lot more money coming in. So he put in his two weeks at his old job, but they basically let him go the next day, so he started his new job earlier than expected. He'll be in Galveston all next week, then New Orleans the week after, then Richmond, VA the two weeks after that.. Idk what I'm going to do with myself..

On a brigher note, my boss is going to work with me on my schedule so I can still work up to 35 hours a week and go to school part-time (4.5 hours x 4 days a week). With my hubby's increase in revenue, I'll be able to take the slight paycut to go to school on student loans. Hopefully I'll be able to start soon..

That's pretty much it for the big stuff. Since my little chat with my husband, he's been ready to go 99.9% of the time, which has been awesome for sure. I'm gonna miss him so fucking much while he's gone.. God, 4 weeks. FOUR WEEKS! That's a long time to be apart from someone! We got my desktop computer up and running, so he can now take my laptop with him so we can talk online while he's gone, because our cell phone service provider doesn't do long distance without charging out the ass. This is gonna be rough, but hopefully I can get into school so I'll be preoccupied when he's gone..

Unrecipricated

You know what sucks? Lack of reciprication. My husband got home from work yesterday, and I wanted shower sex, because, in my opinion, it's way hotter than regular bed sex or even erotic all-over-the-house sex. So we get in the shower, and there's some slippery making out and some foreplay, then I'm on my back and he's fucking me, which is amazing, then he cums on my chest, which is perfectly fine with me. Then he tells me to get on top, so we rearrange and I do, but he's half-limp from cumming, which is understandable, but I can't get him fully hard again for my turn. I'm sorry, but if you tell your girl to get on top after you come, you'd damn well better be ready to go again. Needless to say, I was extremely dissappointed, and am still completely frustrated, because I still haven't gotten off. He's sleeping behind me on the couch! No fucking bueno.

Down

In less than a full week, I've lost 8.5lbs. How? Not too sure, except for the mild rise in my activity level and the addition of Hydroxycut 3x a day + my new George Foreman grill. My stomach is shrinking in more ways than one, because I had 6oz of chicken and tomato soup for lunch, and I'm freaking stuffed. Yay for skinnier me!

Problem with Hydroxycut: two pills 3 hours before trying to go to bed equals no sleep. I had to have my husband get me off so I could relax a little, but still didn't go to sleep for another 30-45 minutes afterward. But at least I got something out of the deal.

We're going to the in-laws tonight, seeing as it's the mother-in-law's birthday. I'm really tired and not really looking forward to doing anything but going to bed. Ugh.