Wordless Wednesday - Miss Attitude

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Sexy Sunday

Ooh, it's naughty time! Brought to you by Ange, Ashlee, and Jana!

1.  Which do you prefer the real thing, or toys?  Why?
2.  Does size really matter?
3.  When it comes to oral sex, would you rather give or receive?
4.  What is the craziest place you have ever "done the deed"?
5.  Would you use the C-Spot vibe for clitoral stimulation, or vaginal stimulation?

Don't click the link if you're under 18 or offended by such things.

 1.  Which do you prefer the real thing, or toys?  Why? Honestly, I like both. But ultimately, I prefer the real thing. Real skin just feels better. Plus, minus the vibrating part, there isn't anything a toy can do better than my husband.

2.  Does size really matter? No. Just  because you got a big dick, it doesn't mean you know what to do with it.

3.  When it comes to oral sex, would you rather give or receive? Both. (I know it sounds like I'm cheating by saying that, but what can I say? I loves me my sex.) I get about as much pleasure giving as I do receiving.

 4.  What is the craziest place you have ever "done the deed"? Uh, at  the end of a hallway at Drag Ball. Right by a well traversed doorway. Just to give you an idea of how popular Drag Ball is, here's a few pictures... Yeah, there were people watching for a bit...I almost got that shit shut down the year after.

5.  Would you use the C-Spot vibe for clitoral stimulation, or vaginal stimulation? Again, both. But it has to be a mix of the two. Monotony sucks.

Happy Birthday Mr. Boots

I can't believe you're 3 today...

After having miscarried just two months before I found out I was pregnant again, I  had an insanely frightening pregnancy. I bled for about 3 months, passed massive clots, and there was a few times that they told me my cervix was open and I was probably going to miscarry. I never cried so much in my life and was powerless to do anything to stop it. On the day he was born, they had to take him from me and call up the NICU because he wasn't as responsive as they liked. But he turned out ok and they gave him back to me.

My sweet baby boy...

 

He weighed 7 lbs 12 oz and was 18 1/2" long. Even though he was shorter and weighed more than Bucket, he looked skinnier. Wrinkled like an old man.

You pioneered the way for a lot of things, little man. Breastfeeding was the first. Even though I wanted to give up so frequently (partially because he was constantly eating), we made it through one year exactly (he self-weaned on his first birthday, no joke). He opened my eyes to the evils of disposable diapers. He was the first to co-sleep. He taught me to parent naturally as opposed to what books, people, or the mainstream said.

My sweet baby boy...

When he was 6 months old, after I got through feeding him, I leaned over him and my hair dangled within arms reach.  He gently ran his fingers through my hair - never once pulling it. I knew from that moment that he was a very special boy. It was also about that time when he and his sister got into their first fight. It was over a sucker - a purple one if I remember correctly. I couldn't help but giggle at what I was getting myself into...
From the time he could walk, he was picking up after himself. He still really likes to clean, although it is a bit harder to get him to do it...but he'll freak out if he can't and someone else does it for him (I have  to give it back and let him do it).

My sweet baby boy...

 

Speech came a bit slowly for him. For a while, my husband wanted to get him checked out because he spoke almost solely in vowels. But now, he'll talk your ear off and has gotten quite articulate. Hearing him pronounce his s's is quite possibly the cutest thing ever. There's a slight pause and it's drawn out a bit... I need to catch it on  video before it's too late...

He also finally pooped on the potty yesterday! All by himself - no prompting. Just came out of the bathroom & told me, "I went poop!" We have been working on this for such a long time now. He's peed on it just fine, minus a few accidents here and there. I'm pretty sure he'll keep pooping on the toilet simply based on how proud he was.  He then asked if he could go to school now, which is something we told him he could do when he stopped crapping his pants. Boy's got an impeccable memory because we told him that back in August.

Where has the time gone?? Soon you'll be more interested in playing video games and hanging out with friends... Soon, you'll no longer want to be my Cuddle Bear or for me to kiss your boo-boos... Please, don't ever stop being my sweet baby boy. 

Saturday Six - 9.25.10

Another Saturday, another Saturday Six with our ever-so-OSM (awesome) hostesses, Jana and Ashlee! If you haven't visited their blogs yet, you shoullllld....

1. What's the worst advice you've ever taken?
2. What's your favorite expletive?
3. Would you sacrifice your life for a strangers?
4. Are you an organ donor?
5. What would you want written on your tombstone?
6. Who would you really like to punch in the face right now?

Good news!

A few weeks ago, The Husband applied for another job doing the same thing. Well, he got the job! We were going to get a 3 bedroom townhouse, but since he needs someone on the east side, he's putting us in a 3 bedroom house! There's a couple downsides, the main one being he'll be working in some pretty sketchy areas. But the guy wants someone who's going to be there a long time, so we probably won't have to worry about him being fired. Plus, he's going to reimburse Dan for gas mileage - how awesome is that? He uses his vehicle here soo much, and has never even seen a penny. He'll also be training him to do leasing & even managing one day. He even wants to work on getting him better certified (he's already type 1 hvac certified). The complex he'll be doing the leasing at is right next door to our house (god I love saying that!).

We took a quick look at the house today. It was kind of disappointing, but mostly because it hadn't been cleaned yet. The kitchen floor needs replaced and it has hardwood floors throughout. Generally, it's a nice house, but it does need some work. I want the bathroom vanity replaced. It's old, out dated, and pretty beat up... Dan wants to replace the front door because it has a big window and he doesn't feel safe being that vulnerable. The neighborhood isn't too great, so he also wants to buy a gun and a dog. Bucket likes the idea of getting a dog, me not so much. I already have three kids to take care of...I told him I'm not waking up at night to take the thing for a walk - he can do that thankyouverymuch. I'm also not too keen on a gun either, for obvious reasons...but back to the house! It's an older home, built in the 20's probably. Lots of built in shelving. No dishwasher (this makes Meagan sad), but we plan on investing in one of those island dishwashers since there isn't a whole lot of counter space. All of the rooms are pretty big, there's so much extra space, we don't know what to do with it yet.

I've added some pictures...since I don't know how this is going to upload them, the first is the back yard. It isn't much of a yard, but it's more than what we would have gotten if he got that other job. The second is the built-in shelving in the living room. And the last is what you see when you get upstairs. There's two doors leading to bedrooms on the left, the third bedroom, more built-in shelving, the bathroom's on the right. And far right (mostly out of view) is this big area I have no idea what to do with (it will probably collect clothes lol).

All in all, we're pretty excited. We get to make this OUR HOME! <3

Oh yeah, and for some reason, I haven't been receiving notifications about comments made to the blog. And since I currently don't have a computer with internet right now, I'm blogging from my phone. The only Blogger app on my phone, doesn't show me my comments either. I'm kinda upset about this... Hopefully, though, the notification issue's been resolved since the last time I bogged.

Sexy Sunday - 10 Things You ♥ About You

Hoo-ray for Sexy Sunday, because if it weren't for SS, I'd hate Sunday completely. So thanks to Ashlee,  Jana, and Ange for hosting this for us.

If you couldn't guess by the title, the subject is ten things you love about yourself. This one may prove difficult since I've never really thought about what I liked about myself.

1.) I love my eyes. Big and almost black with long eyelashes. Although, I don't really like the skin under them. I always think I have perma-tired eyes.

2.) My lips, even if I always get compared to Angelina Jolie. Our lips aren't similar in shape, only similar in size. Not just alike...

 

 See? Anyway, I'm rambling...

3.) I love my butt (and I love that Dan is obsessed with it)

4.) I love the shape of my head because I can pull off pretty much any hairstyle, including shaved (which I did 5 months ago to raise money for St. Baldrick's  (very shortly after having paid for that haircut above)).

5.) I love my whack sense of humor that very few people understand

6.) I love that I'm a very resourceful person

7.) I love  that I'm not some mindless drone who'll just blindly follow

8.) I love my ability to truly see things  from both sides 

9.) I love my feet. While they're a bit larger than most people my height, they're cute

10.) I love my body for allowing me to create and carry to term my 3 beautiful children. I've had to say goodbye to four and it took over two years to conceive Kyri

Saturday Six

Yeah, this is another one I missed out on last week. It's been a bit crazy here lately...

Hosted by The Zombie Housewife, with her co-host Boobies, Babies, and a Blog, and a special guest host One Crazy Brunette Chick.

This week it's FMK (fuck, marry, kill). In case you're unawares, you say who you'd fuck, marry or kill...

Fawk You Friday

 Brought to you by the lovely Christy and Jana. If you wanna jump in on the Fawking action, don't forget to add the button above, link back to our hostesses, and link up.

Wordless Wednesday - Respect Mah Authoritahhh!

Dilli @ about 10 mos.

Eight years ago on Friday the 13th...

Was the day that Dan and I officially became a couple. With a big jug of Carlos Rossi red sangria, a blanket, and a boom box we walked to the back field of a high school football field and got tanked. We discussed music, mostly. He was very surprised by the fact that I knew of and liked Helmet. Skinny Puppy was also on the playlist, from what I remember. We talked about how we always liked each other and it was him who asked if I wanted to make thing "official" (we're not the type who go on dates and what-have-yous).

As I mentioned yesterday, I was never really in a long term relationship. So, I'm amazed that I have been with him for so long. We've been through some heavy stuff. Things that have ended other couple's relationships.  Times that I've wanted to punch him in the throat. But we've made it through and a stronger because of it.

I love him (even if he has been ultra douche lately) and I'm thankful that we have the rest of our lives to spend with each other.

I would post a couple pictures, but I'm tired (just spent all day working on his résumé - and its the first I've ever written, so my brain is fried). So, I'll update this post tomorrow.

Sexy Sunday - Cheating

It's time for Sexy Sunday! Hosted by the lovely ladies from The Zombie Housewife, Boobies, Babies, & a Blog, Names Will Not Be Changed to Protect the Innocent, and Babes Rockin Mami. I missed it last week because I was super busy... Anyway, this week's topic is cheating.

When I was young, I was in a traumatic relationship & wanted nothing to do with relationships, so for the longest time I had friends with benefits.

You may pass your judgments now...

Done? Ok, good.

Once I did finally start dating, the relationships never lasted longer than 4 months tops. The guys would start ignoring my calls or not returning them. Once this went on for more than a week (I never called more than three times. I hate repeating myself and had a strict 3 strikes rule), I said screw this and moved on. So, things never were "officially over". I guess the spineless bastards thought I would cry or something?? Whatever... so I don't know if y'all want to consider this cheating or not.

I was, however, the other woman. Dan was always my favorite friend with benefits. He was always the first person I went to after a relationship faded out. I knew he had a girlfriend, she was off in Africa at the time and had been for a while. The details are vague because it was so long ago, but I remember talking with him about it before anything happened. I don't know if he ever told her about me, but I doubt it since he doesn't like confrontation. I believe they broke up shortly after she got back, but I'm not sure why. The topic of exes isn't a favorite subject here. But I remember feeling sad when she came back. I wanted to be with him and he wanted to be with me...But I wasn't going to do anything while she was here in the US. Plus, I was a minor and Dan was afraid of my mom pressing charges (she wouldn't have, btw, because so long as they were good to me, they were ok).

So, there you have it. You may throw stones if you wish. .

Smiles & fusses

Lookit what I managed to capture on video this morning.

Looks like we've got another emo kid on our hands! Lol. Dilli boy did the same thing when he was a baby, but not as early.

Fawk You Friday

It's time for my first Fawk You Friday! A meme hosted by Jana from Boobies, Babies, & a Blog and Christy from I'm Just Sayin'. So if you wish to jump in on this hot meme action, be sure to link back to our hostesses, add the button to yer blog, and then go back and add your link. Easy peasy... Now, for my fawk you's. Fawk you fleas and the dog you rode in on. I specifically stated your dogs could not be here because we weren't trying to get the husband fired. I get it that you weren't aware that they had fleas. But you take them to powwows & they go outside - they're gonna get fleas...But now my kids have flea bites all over them & they scratch them until they bleed. Their ankles are tore up. And with a new baby in the house it makes it even more difficult to get rid of them. Thankfully, they've pretty much left the baby alone (so far). Fawk you memory, or lack thereof. I haven't turned in any of the forms that was sent home with Bucket...and now I can't find them. I suck! Fawk you fall. You bring out my allergies hard-to-the-core. You bring shorter days & longer nights. You bring wet leaves - one of the things I hate the most. And you mean winter is coming...I hate winter. Fawk you Dan. I love you but your seriously working my last nerve. Quit doing whatever you want & start helping me some more with the kids. And stop barking at me for taking too long or forgetting something because you're smirking all the kids duties on me. I'm sure a lot of this behaviour is due to you being emo about not gettin that job, but snap out of it, f'real. Which brings me to, fawk you Fate for not giving Dan that job. We miss seeing our families. We miss our friends. I miss going to parks & going for walks. I wanted my kids to grow up in the same town I did (with diversity & open-minded views) & down the street from friends just as I did...and I wanted that 5 bedroom house! Oh, the things that could have been...So fuck you, Fate for taking that all away. You're a whore & I want to call a mulligan on this one...I seriously hope that you've got something better for us down the line (good luck topping that one). At the very least, I ask that you refrain from dicking us over. Please.

Kyri's 8 weeks!

It's hard to believe that she's already 2 months old now. It's also strange to think that she should actually be about 5 weeks had she made it to her due date. Stupid perinatologists....

I have no idea how much she weighs right now. My guess is about 10 lbs.  I don't know how long she is either. But she can still fit in newborn onesies (albeit barely) & she's still too small for 0-3 month pants. And she's finally starting to fit her infant sized prefolds. Starting being the operative word; they're still a little bulky.

I'm still breastfeeding. It got really rough for a bit recently (even worse than previously mentioned), but thanks to Pyur's nipple balm things are better - which I plan on reviewing later.  She is still eating almost constantly, but lately she's been pulling off and crying. I dunno what's going there but it's frustrating. And she still has a horrible latch.

There's a couple of breaks in the day when she's not crying & is just content to sit there taking in everything around her. Those are my favorite moments. But other than that she's crying for food unless she's sleeping, which she's been awake most of the day now.

I know it all frustrates me to no end sometimes, but I know that very soon I'm going to look back and miss these times.

Wordless Wednesday - Sister love

Just in case you're wondering

Sorry I have yet to reply to the comments everyone left me. I haven't been much in the mood for the computer lately. In fact, I've spent most of my time (cat) napping.

I think we've pretty much moved past the wallowing in grief part to just accepting our fate. As crap-tacular as it may be...we're on the hunt for other endeavors & he already has another job interview lined up. Hopefully, this guy will be able to accommodate our needs as a family & hopefully the apartments/residents aren't ghetto. Dan can't handle cleaning up our own kids' poop let alone some other hoodlum's in the washing machine (yes, people do that apparently). This job is closer to home...if that doesn't work out there are other places but they're much further from our families.

Anyway, I'll be spending the next few days catching up. So check back at the comments you've made, I'll probably be replying. ^_^