Hey everyone. I'm back home, very tired and loving my own bed. I had a fabulous time and will tell you more when my brain is functioning at full capacity. I promise. Don't get too excited because I'm only sharing the G and PG rated moments with you. *grin* Sorry.
Just thought I'd leave you all with a picture of where I'll be. Stockholm. Yay!! If you behave I might bring back presents.
cerina
My mother, sister, and a few friends have been in Aruba all this week. My father is handicapped and was unable to go. Someone needed to stay behind and take care of him. I was volunteered. I don't mind really even though I was a bit disappointed I couldn't go along. (it is -12 degrees here right now)
Here's the thing...
He's bitter. He's angry. He has made a great effort this week and has managed to be nice to me but this has been a week of walking on eggshells. I know he wants to explode but is just smart enough to realize that if he blows up at me I will walk out and not come back the next day. Today is the last day and I am dreading going over there because I never know what mood will greet me.
It's hard seeing a once strong vital man physically dwindling down to nothing until the disease attacks his heart and he dies. It is a waiting game. I'm angry and bitter as well. I think we all are. We feel guilty for being able to go places and do things he cannot do and I think we secretly feel anger towards him for 'making' us feel this way.
I am going out with friends tonight and have to break it to him that he needs to go to bed at 9:30. *sighs* He won't. I know it. There will be a power play. He will tell me to 'just go' and he'll get to bed on his own at 10:00. Mind you...when my mother is home he is in bed by 8:30. He is not fooling me. This is being done to show me who is boss.
Wish me luck
cerina
Here's the thing...
He's bitter. He's angry. He has made a great effort this week and has managed to be nice to me but this has been a week of walking on eggshells. I know he wants to explode but is just smart enough to realize that if he blows up at me I will walk out and not come back the next day. Today is the last day and I am dreading going over there because I never know what mood will greet me.
It's hard seeing a once strong vital man physically dwindling down to nothing until the disease attacks his heart and he dies. It is a waiting game. I'm angry and bitter as well. I think we all are. We feel guilty for being able to go places and do things he cannot do and I think we secretly feel anger towards him for 'making' us feel this way.
I am going out with friends tonight and have to break it to him that he needs to go to bed at 9:30. *sighs* He won't. I know it. There will be a power play. He will tell me to 'just go' and he'll get to bed on his own at 10:00. Mind you...when my mother is home he is in bed by 8:30. He is not fooling me. This is being done to show me who is boss.
Wish me luck
cerina
There are hardly words to describe how incredibly unpleasant my experience was but I shall try as I sit on a bag of frozen peas. The frozen veggie tip came from a friend to whom I am eternally grateful.
Simply having the bikini area done would have been a piece of cake. It was the labia that almost had me in tears at one point. Outwardly I kept as calm as possible while on the inside I was holding a teddy bear and crying for my mommy. The woman who performed the procedure was as sweet as could be and did an excellent job. She is my hero. She had better be Jeff's hero as well.
I did opt to have my butt crack waxed as well which was not at all painful. It was more humbling than anything to be on all fours with a strange woman waxing that area. Oh the things we do for love.
I predict very expensive jewelry in my future. *grin*
Little tips on waxing from me to you:
1) Do take Ibuprofen at least 30 minutes before you go. I forgot to do so.
2) Optimally the hair should be at least 1/2 inch long so don't think you'll be helping out by trimming before hand. Too long makes it more painful.
3) Make sure frozen peas are in your freezer before you leave.
4) Wear very loose fitting slacks or sweat pants.
5) Have baby oil at home which will get rid of residual wax.
6) Do not go too close to your period as you might be a bit puffy and that will make it more uncomfortable. Queen Wax suggested to stay away the full week before your period and of course during your period.
7) If you have a big event or trip in my mind have this done a full week before you go.
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Simply having the bikini area done would have been a piece of cake. It was the labia that almost had me in tears at one point. Outwardly I kept as calm as possible while on the inside I was holding a teddy bear and crying for my mommy. The woman who performed the procedure was as sweet as could be and did an excellent job. She is my hero. She had better be Jeff's hero as well.
I did opt to have my butt crack waxed as well which was not at all painful. It was more humbling than anything to be on all fours with a strange woman waxing that area. Oh the things we do for love.
I predict very expensive jewelry in my future. *grin*
Little tips on waxing from me to you:
1) Do take Ibuprofen at least 30 minutes before you go. I forgot to do so.
2) Optimally the hair should be at least 1/2 inch long so don't think you'll be helping out by trimming before hand. Too long makes it more painful.
3) Make sure frozen peas are in your freezer before you leave.
4) Wear very loose fitting slacks or sweat pants.
5) Have baby oil at home which will get rid of residual wax.
6) Do not go too close to your period as you might be a bit puffy and that will make it more uncomfortable. Queen Wax suggested to stay away the full week before your period and of course during your period.
7) If you have a big event or trip in my mind have this done a full week before you go.
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It has become a joke among my friends. My upcoming appointment to have my girly bits waxed clean. Totally clean. Like the day I was born. They know I'm scared and are taking full advantage of that. Kris sent me a link to one woman's story and this woman admitted to screaming like a banshee. My sister said it was nothing at all but then she only had the bikini line waxed. I've done that myself in the past so I know how much pain is associated with it.
I called Jeff early this morning to ask if we could have a little chat. He was open to it so I proceeded to tell him that the trip is not at all making me nervous but HE is making me nervous. He has stated a new demand every day since I purchased my ticket. The only rest I had was his trip to China. ((gosh I loved that trip)) He wasn't back one day when the demands started up again. Get this, do that, etc etc. It became overwhelming and I told him it needed to stop or I'd be a basket case. His response: "First of all, let us not forget that most of what I have asked for was offered by you. I will cease to place any further demands upon you and if there is something you are uncomfortable with to the point of losing sleep you may change it. HOWEVER...the waxing STAYS. Do you hear me?"
I heard him. So I am calling in the morning to make my appointment. Honestly, I'm not sure it's the pain I'm afraid of. Mostly it is the awkwardness of having a strange woman ripping hair from my girly bits. I will be at her mercy. I'm not liking that at all.
I'll let you all know how it goes. Pray for me, ok?
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I called Jeff early this morning to ask if we could have a little chat. He was open to it so I proceeded to tell him that the trip is not at all making me nervous but HE is making me nervous. He has stated a new demand every day since I purchased my ticket. The only rest I had was his trip to China. ((gosh I loved that trip)) He wasn't back one day when the demands started up again. Get this, do that, etc etc. It became overwhelming and I told him it needed to stop or I'd be a basket case. His response: "First of all, let us not forget that most of what I have asked for was offered by you. I will cease to place any further demands upon you and if there is something you are uncomfortable with to the point of losing sleep you may change it. HOWEVER...the waxing STAYS. Do you hear me?"
I heard him. So I am calling in the morning to make my appointment. Honestly, I'm not sure it's the pain I'm afraid of. Mostly it is the awkwardness of having a strange woman ripping hair from my girly bits. I will be at her mercy. I'm not liking that at all.
I'll let you all know how it goes. Pray for me, ok?
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The armour is falling down around my feet
He says "I am going to claim you. I am going to make you Mine. I will own you."
I can only answer with something vague and meaningless. I gave into statements like those before and answered with a breathless, "yes please! own me! take me!" To someone who was lying when he said it. To someone who lies to everyone including himself. I believe that when they say "I love you" they really mean "gosh you look good naked!"
I hide my bitterness from him because he deserves more. He has never been anything but good to me and has stood by me, rock solid, for six years. He cheered me on when I made life changing decisions, cautioned me when I was making a bad one, held my hand when my heart was broken, and waited until I was strong again to say "I told you he was a loser." He is a good man. I would burst with pride to be His. I just cannot tell him this. Yet.
Hope is a luxury.
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I can only answer with something vague and meaningless. I gave into statements like those before and answered with a breathless, "yes please! own me! take me!" To someone who was lying when he said it. To someone who lies to everyone including himself. I believe that when they say "I love you" they really mean "gosh you look good naked!"
I hide my bitterness from him because he deserves more. He has never been anything but good to me and has stood by me, rock solid, for six years. He cheered me on when I made life changing decisions, cautioned me when I was making a bad one, held my hand when my heart was broken, and waited until I was strong again to say "I told you he was a loser." He is a good man. I would burst with pride to be His. I just cannot tell him this. Yet.
Hope is a luxury.
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The night before my trip Jeff called to say he has the dates for Stockholm. I seriously didn't think this was going to happen as he appears to have difficulty penciling me in to his oh so busy schedule. I cannot tell you how thrilled I am to see him, be with him, touch him, lay in bed and giggle with him. He is equally excited which kind of surprises me. He is always so cool and unemotional that it is a bit of a shock when his mushy side appears.
I purchased my plane tickets and will be in Stockholm for a week at the end of February. I'm already planning my wardrobe. Not like I'll need much for clothing but a girl should always be prepared.
I'm sitting here with the biggest smile on my face and tingles in my belly. I could not be happier.
I purchased my plane tickets and will be in Stockholm for a week at the end of February. I'm already planning my wardrobe. Not like I'll need much for clothing but a girl should always be prepared.
I'm sitting here with the biggest smile on my face and tingles in my belly. I could not be happier.
Every year around my birthday the gods smile upon me and grant me a great deal of luck. This year was no exception.
We get to the hotel in Minneapolis and are immediately offered an upgrade for no special reason. We take it. The room ends up being a huge suite on the top floor overlooking the skyline. We were thrilled.
We freshen up and head downstairs for a nibble and drinks before the show. God forbid we should see a concert sober. A wonderful waiter named, Eric, takes very good care of us and we are sufficiently lubricated by the time we head to our taxi.
We get to the show and find that we have two of the sweetest seats in the house which happen to be surrounded by a group of the hottest men in the house. We are pleased. We flirt, we laugh, we enjoy being women.
The concert was amazing to say the least and now, days later, my voice is still a bit hoarse from all the yelling. After the concert the hotties want to know where we are heading as they would love to join us. They have extra room in the limo. We accept. A great time was had by all.
Two martinis later.....
Holly is ill. She cannot go on. We must go back to the hotel she says. I am exhausted and agree. I take her arm, we say our good-byes, exchange a few numbers, and we are out the door. I look up and down the street. Not a taxi in sight and I'm thinking we will freeze to death in the bitter cold when a super stretch limo pulls up and the driver offers us a ride back to the hotel. I swear it appeared out of thin air. Holly does too. We enjoy a quiet luxurious ride back to our hotel. Holly is snuggled in her seat with her eyes closed. She opens them and says "How do you do it? How do you always get things like this?" I tell my birthday story and snuggle up next to her. It was a great night and I could think of no one better to share it with than my sister.
The next day we spend a few hours in the salon getting gorgeous and then pillage Mall of America. A perfect end to a perfect trip.
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I can't believe I almost forgot to tell you! My sister and I went out for a couple *cough* martinis last weekend and ran into an ex lover of mine. He's more gorgeous than ever but the best part is how thrilled he was to see me. He asked me to dinner almost immediately and then spent the next hour or so making me feel like the most desirable woman in the world. What a smart man!
No. I did not sleep with him. *ahem* Will I? I'm not sure yet. I must admit the memory of his beautiful body and cock to match did make my temperature rise a bit. Seriously, this guy should be nude on the cover of magazines for the entire world to enjoy. **fans myself**
...a lil bondage....a lil cunny torture....oh dear. I had better go now before I talk myself into sleeping with him again.
ta ta kiss kiss :x
No. I did not sleep with him. *ahem* Will I? I'm not sure yet. I must admit the memory of his beautiful body and cock to match did make my temperature rise a bit. Seriously, this guy should be nude on the cover of magazines for the entire world to enjoy. **fans myself**
...a lil bondage....a lil cunny torture....oh dear. I had better go now before I talk myself into sleeping with him again.
ta ta kiss kiss :x
