My wife posted this in her blog. I know she must have been thinking about me...



I told her when we got together that I'm small and don't expect me to make up for by knowing what I'm doing. She told me not to worry, she's great at faking it and she really is.

"It's better to be dead and cool, than alive and uncool" is a quote from Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man. It's a cheesy movie from the late 80's or early 90's. I love movies like that.

I just got done reading Choke. I really liked it. I'd like to read it again, but instead I think I'm going to read Anansi Boys... I think that's the name of it. It's a Neil Gaiman book that my wife just got me. I should start reading more, I think I'm going to.

Now, I want to go to sleep, but I really need to get some manscaping done. The two attachments that I use on my electric razor disappeared. I keep putting off grooming until I find them, but I'm a mess... I want a nap. I have things to do today, but I may just end up being lazy... again.

I really have nothing to say, I just wanted to update.

Since we moved back to Louisiana, our lives have been stressed more than normal. Our laid back lifestyle has not been as possible as it was before. We have roommates, who have a five year old. I started working and not being able to spend much time with my wife. Then, in December, we got a twelve year old. There's been various other things, smaller things, but those are the major ones. It's been really messing with mine and my wife's relationship with each other.

I quit my job a couple of weeks ago. We've gotten to spend more time together. We've been spending more "quality time" together, since I quit my job. Our anniversary was last week, we had wine and dinner... it was kind of romantic. Since then, things have been so much better.

Last night, our kid was at his mom's, so we went out. We went to a couple of places, drank some, hung out with a friend. When we got home, we went to bedroom. I was laying on the bed. I told her to undress me...

Yesterday was our Wedding Anniversary. We had our roommate watch our kid for us while we enjoyed our anniversary. We had a steak dinner on a Dora table in our room. We don't normally have a Dora table, but I stole one from a little girl. We had two bottles of wine. Right in the middle of our dinner our roommate got home with the kids and the first thing our kid did was come knock on our door, it was annoying. We told him hi and not to bother us during our romantic diner. So, we thought we were good, we had a babysitter. After dinner, we're enjoying our second bottle of wine, all of our clothes off in an awkard, fun position and there's a knock on the door. We turn off the music. It's our sweet kid, telling us good night. Without opening the door, we tell him good night and there goes the mood.

Geez... kids. Our night wasn't messed up, but that was just frustrating. We're beginning our fifth year now, it'll be good... It'll be interesting, having a twelve year old.

Next Saturday, I have time to myself. I'm not sure what to do. I'm going out or something atleast for a few hours.

I never made it to the gay bar, infact I just stayed home Friday night. I was sick, tired and feeling miserable. We did go out Saturday night, which was fun, but I was still hurting. I felt like I had a broken rib, it's not much better, but It shoud be soon. I have pnuemonia. It sucks. My wife had been trying to get me to go to the ER for a few days, then Sunday, after the St. Patrick's Day parade, I slept for a few hours, then went to the ER. I spent about six hours there. They gave me a shot and a prescription for some antibiotics. I'm feeling a lot better. I'm still feeling like crap and it hurts a lot to cough, but I'm feeling a lot better than I was.

Here's some pics from the parade. Of course the first one is of my sweet wife and I...

Moms and Me.

Me and kids: Our twelve year old, the five year old that lives with us and my niece.

Our friends Peter and Chris, a couple of the guys that came to visit us in CA.

I'm having a pretty good day. Last night, we went to eat at PF Changs, which is one of our favorite places. Appetizers, entrees and dessert, overstuffed and happy. We came home, layed in bed talking, she was tired and wasn't really in the mood for what I wanted. After giving her a little attention, she took over and all was really good. It really put me in a good mood for today.

This morning, after bringing the kid to school, I played on the computer a little, then went to the park to exercise and jog. I haven't done that in a while. I was feeling really good. I came home put on some music and showered. I stayed moving a lot the whole time, ran up and down the stairs a few times. As I was putting on my shoes to leave, my friend came walking up to my door with a box of donuts... that dick. So, we sat down and ate donuts. Much like I expected, once I stopped, I didn't feel like moving again. I got real tired. We hung out, it was nice.

Tonight, we're going to some gay bar and my wife is going to give me drinks and try to get me to take off my clothes for money... We'll see what happens. I don't have a job anymore, so I need the money.

I quit my job. I'm excited. Now, I just have to figure out what I'm going to do. A friend of mine says that he made a couple of hundred stripping at a gay club on amatuer night. He wants me to go. I don't know if I want to do that. I don't feel like I'm in the best shape for that and I'm not sure how I feel about men stuffing money into my underwear...

Our twelve year old's school is looking for lunch monitors. It doesn't pay much, but I would make a little bit of money and be a little more involved in his school.

I could always do both. The school thing is only a few hours Monday - Friday. Amatuer night is only Friday night.

For those of you that don't know me well or those that aren't sure, I'm completely straight. I've just always wanted to take off my clothes for money, so it interests me and my wife wants me to do it. She's convinced that if I go there and have a few drinks, I'll be up there taking off my clothes.

The restaurant I worked at is having it's Christmas party tomorrow. I asked one of the managers if I could go, he said technically I was fully employed during Christmas. I felt really good yesterday when I was leaving work. Everybody wanted me to stay. They were all asking if I was going to the party. My manager was shaking my hand, while he was rubbing his nipple. He says he spilled something on his shirt, I don't know.

Other than all of that, St. Patricks day is coming up... I don't know what day, but this is the first time in some years that I don't have something planned. I figure as long as I can drink and take off my clothes, I'll be happy. Even if I have to spend the night in my room with my wife, it'll work out.

I can't find anything from last year, but here's something from the year before...

I had such a good time last night, I wanted to talk about it. It's about drinking and sex and pictures. It's not very descriptive or sexy. I kept details out for everyone's comfort and I don't want everyone thinking I'm a weird pervert or anything like that. I don't expect it to be interesting to anyone but me and my wife.



Yesterday, I got my wife's cousin to watch our 12yr old. After I picked her up from work, we dropped him off and headed home. We really wanted wine, but we are so broke right now. We have a couple of wines that my mom gave me. They seem more like cheap novelty type things, than something you would actually drink. There's a fat cat on the bottle and the cork seemed a little rubbery. The wine looked like cat piss and probably tasted just as bad. I couldn't bring myself to drink it. My wife tried it and couldn't stand it, so we found a couple of bottles of liquor and had a few sips...

I skipped some of the most exciting parts of the night. We got home and were hungry. We had no plans for dinner. We were in the room trying to discuss plans for dinner, when I started thinking about this morning. Waking up to my wife in a certain pair of panties, but not getting any action. So, she changed, we enjoyed ourselves, then got back to ideas for dinner. I just figured we would find something here, but that would involve defrosting and cooking and a lot of time wasting. So, we used a gift card we had at a little chinese food place. The place is so good. It was really pleasant.

We came back here, found drinks to sip on and showered. The main thing my wife wanted to do was to take pictures of me in a new pair of underwear she got me. Nothing interesting or sexy about them, just plain blue underwear. And she had recently got some new lingerie that she wanted to wear for me. She picked out exactly what I like and she looked very sexy. I took a few pictures of her, then she took some pictures of me. Nothing naked, just not much on.

Now I want to send a picture to her work email, but I'm thinking that's probably not a good idea.

I meet some SGnola people last night. I was kind of surprised at how much I liked them. There are some very cool people in the group. Hopefully this becomes a monthly thing.

I got to find a job now.

Last month was an interesting month. It started off pretty bad, had some good stuff, then things got bad again. Rent's due yesterday, I think I have enough money for it. I just hope I have money for the other bills. Next Sunday is my last day of work at this job. I will hopefully find something soon.... soon, like this week. I don't know what I want to do. I know I don't want to wait tables anymore. I found an add for a warehouse job, but the number was a fax number. I don't know if that's what I want to do anyway, but I would have been working the same hours as my wife, having weekends off. I need more time to spend with my wife. It would be so nice to have a day that we could wake up togethe and one of us not have to go to work. Weekend after next, we'll have all weekend off together. I'm thinking about seeing if my in-laws will watch our 12yr old for the weekend. We could stock the fridge, throw the computer and phone out the window, and spend all weekend at home. The only thing that would suck, is that we would still have our roommates here. Maybe, we'll just go spend the weekend at her parent's house with the 12yr old. That would still be nice, I really do like having him around. I feel sick. I probably shouldn't have eaten at a pizza buffet, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Tomorrow's Monday. A new week, a new day, it'll be good.