Non-Stop Violence, they feed us cascades...

Of non-believers dying in the sand!


Natja-I'll show you evil. Yanno. If you weren't already taken. *sexual innuendo!!!*

JudeTown- It's YOUR fault! Have a blog. Let the world aggro all over you. If they do, I bet I can get Natja to aggro with me over them. We'll cover them in our bukkake of hate. BUKKAKE OF HATE.


*semen.*


Heath- PORNOPOLIS 2011: POPULATION- US!



Therefore, in conclusion: fuck those cunts.

I will *literally* hunt them down, skin them, then post a video here of me eating their flesh. Cannibalism for the win, you bitches!!

P.S. FO' NATJA- heeeey. Hubbs and I are interested in kicking around the UK for a vacay{US Eng- Vacation or... A Holiday{In Cambodia!}, as you folks would say} could you help me out with prices and info if we spoke via the secret interwebs known as EMAILS!!.... ?

I'd like to fuck up some shit in London. And no lie, maybe this is just retribution for that Honeymoon Mr. Hubbs and I had on the continent. First off, UKers thought we were Austailian{wtf?! The accent is TOTALLY OMG diff!!}, secondly, after SRS OMG politeness, once we corrected them {"Oh, no. Sorry, we're from the US."} they would straight up WALK AWAY, like, NO good-bye, no NOTHING. Just fucking walk off and prick out. After my cuntass was POLITE TO THEM!? How dare they!

So. Yanno. Let's ruin some shit in London.

Also, Madame Natja- have you read the Thursday Next series?! HELLA AWESOME.

FYI

I am hella jealous of CERTAIN people, who are HOGGING all the aggro-town disapproving attention.

I WANT TO ARGUE TOO!!

Stop STEALING all the bitchiness for yourselves.

Hmph.

So it begins.

Dies irae, dies illa
solvet saeclum in favilla
teste David cum Sybilla
Dies irae, dies illa
Quantus tremor est futurus,
quando judex est venturus
cuncta stricte discussurus?

In Fortune solio
sederam elatus,
prosperitatis vario
flore coronatus;
quicquid enim florui
felix et beatus,
nunc a summo corrui
gloria privatus?

E uscito dalla folla cittadina,
un uomo, un picciol punto
s'avvia per la collina.
Chi sarà? chi sarà?
E come sarà giunto
che dirà? che dirà?
Chiamerà Butterfly dalla lontana?

Nice evening.

Husband and I were paid early this evening.

So we went to a local Mexican place and had a tasty dinner. The more I read of other Mono and Poly married blogs, the more I realize this is a 'Date Night.'

Well, if this is a Date Night, it's OMG AWESOMETOWN.

Hella bad.

Anyway, we had a lovely time, but that's not really a fair thing to say, as we have lovely times most of the time when we go out.

Excepting those odd occasions when one of us is unnaturally bitchy, of course.

The food was good. The service would have been better, had they not been understaffed. The drinks were solid. The decor expected.

Okay, actually? The service was shit. Total and complete shit. Our waitress would ask people sitting directly next to us how they were doing, and ignore us entirely...







So we got back at her the best way we knew how.












We tipped her like a motherfucker! Over 25% on a $75 bill.

HA! She feels like a total asshole now. In fact, after we sent the bill in, she became MOST attentive and apologetic in behavior.


And now, she'll never ignore us so much again.



We win!

Talking Heads- "Psycho Killer"




PS- From now on, I shall end with the song I am currently listening to. Like it or lump it!

People can be surprising.

I had a lovely evening last night. Our friends, Ryan and Jen, came over. We had a tasty dinner, and watched a movie.

But, Jen surprised the shit out of me. I always thought that she was more conservative. Reserved, if you will. Then, she was keeping me company in the kitchen, and looked over at our bookshelves in the dining room.

"Oh, ha! I used to read Nancy Drew too when I was little... HEY! Pocket Kama Sutra!"
{Yep. I keep my Pocket Kama Sutra next to my Nancy Drews. Judge not, lest ye be judged!}

She then proceeded to read from it in the most histrionic voice I've ever heard. This badly written copy was loudly, and yes, occasionally squeakily, howled out for all and sundry to enjoy.

She proclaimed from the hills, "Kneel and lean forward over her, rather than stretching yourself out!"

"Use your hands for balance!"

And not to forget, "Use your hands to caress, stroke, and fondle each other!"*

This led to a conversation about beguiling displays of the erotic arts. (Pornography!) We both expressed our interest to go down to the porno convention in Vegas. This pornographic discussion led to the pros and cons of high-definition cameras being used in porn, and the pros and cons of it being used in regular films. We came to the conclusion that while in some cases it is good(especially documentaries. Planet Earth, anybody?). In others, not so much(butt-pimples.).

Needless to say, our incessant clucking drowned out the boys. I suspect we were being quite loud, even from the kitchen(Okay, that's not really *that* far from the living room...) They even went outside for a while to look at Ryan's car. Though, his car is pretty snazzy. All.. what is it? Pimped out.

Anyway. I'll return later. My friend is here and we're going to have lunch at her place. Mmm! Chicken salad!

People can be surprising. PART DEUX!
(Continued Friday, 13th of November)

As I was saying, Jen and I were loud and clucky. It was very amusing to talk to a pre-school teacher about The Erotic Arts(Porn porn porn!) and my Husband and Ryan nerded out all over the place discussing computers. I guess Ryan hates his job(he and the Husband used to work together for a VoIP phone company. Ryan is still there.) as they are overworking him and generally being a dick to him. Husband said he could try and get him a job where he works, but Ryan quite likes the other aspects of his job. It's just the dickhead management that is fucking around with him. Poor thing.

Anyway, I had more to say regarding my evening, but the interruption yesterday has utterly broken my train of thought, and that sumbitch ain't coming back.

FFW out!













*I omitted the far more graphic things that were said so as not to offend anyone's sensibilities. The word, "PENIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" was involved a lot. Also, "VAGINAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"

On A Lovlier, Lighter Note....Life's no fun without a good scare!

Something awesome for that time of year.


Hella OMG awesomesauce.



You Know The Tune
You Know Who It Is By.

Boys and girls of every age,
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see,
This, our town of Halloween...

This is Halloween, this is Halloween!
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night,
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene,
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of
fright!

It's our town, everybody scream,
In this town of Halloween...

I am the one hiding under your bed-
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red!
I am the one hiding under your stairs-
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair!

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

In this town, we call home,
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song!

In this town! Don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise!
Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can,
Something's waiting now to pounce, and how-
you'll scream!
Scream! This is Halloween,
Red 'n' black, slimy green,

Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine,
Say it once, say it twice,
Take the chance and roll the dice,
Ride with the moon in the dead of night!

Everybody scream, everybody scream!
In our town of Halloween...

I am the clown with the tear-away face,
Here in a flash and gone without a trace!
I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair...


I am the shadow on the moon at night,
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright!!!


This is Halloween, this is Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

Tender lumplings everywhere,
Life's no fun without a good scare!
That's our job, but we're not mean,
in our town of Halloween.

In this town,
Don't we love it now?
Everyone's waiting for the next surprise!

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back!
And scream like a Banshee!
Make you jump out of your skin-
This is Halloween, everyone scream!
Won't ya please make way for a very special guy...
Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch,
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now!!

This is Halloween, this is Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

In this town, we call home,
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.

La la-la la la, Halloween! Halloween!
La la-la la la, Halloween! Halloween!
La la-la la la, Halloween! Halloween!
La la-la la la, Halloween! Halloween!

Attention, Helene.

As I am unable to find the post I know I approved, I am choosing to answer your comment here.

My dearest- I walk on my knuckles so I develop a solid callus. The thicker the callus, the closer I am to having natural brass knuckles. You see? All the joys, none of the legal troubles. It all makes sense when you know me well.

Also, my widdle baby legs get so tired moving so constantly. On occasion, I must utilize my strong, ape-like arms to propel me forward.

Perhaps when I evolve forward, I shall no longer have to mosey utilizing my clumsy, thick arms.

We shall see.


Yours,
Me.

MY HIPS!

Okay dudes, my ass hurts something fierce, especially in the hip region.

I keep limping around here.

Please make it stop.

Someone.

Somewhere?

OUCHES.

my passwords are not working like they should.

Therefore, I am warning each and every last one of you fucks.

Ruin my day? That's cool.

I'll fucking kill you.

Oh. My. God.

So. Husband and I were discussing Polygamy. Here is more or less how our conversation went:

Him: "Well, how can I split up all the sweet things I do for you?"
Me: "Well, say you picked me up my favorite candy on the way home from work, you'd just pick up a piece of her favorite candy too."
Him: "Well, what if I only had enough money for one piece of candy?"
Me: "Then you could just get one piece of something that we were both fond of, but was not either of our favorite candy. That way it's fair and we can share it. Like we'd be sharing you!" (I said the last sentance as a joke. Really, we'd all be sharing each other. I'm interested in a triad type of relationship, as opposed to the V relationship. I always thought I had made myself clear to him about this....)

Him: "I just can't see how I'd do it. I couldn't split up days between you two. I couldn't have one day be yours and one hers. That is not the life for me."

An interjection, if I may, before my response to him:

WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH! NO! Somewhere along the line, wires were obviously crossed. I was under the impression I'd made my specific interests clear. We'd all be in a relationship together. We would have separate time as needed, but overall, we'd all just yanno. Relationship. Good times, bad times, stupid movies, chillin' on the couch, painting, writing, reading, messin' around online, playing a game, kids(big maybe), parents, family, fighting, sniping, raging, disagreeing, death, disfigurement, coma. The whole nine yards, all experienced together. Seems he thought more like a V relationship. A very separate V relationship.

Fin!

Me: "What?! No! No no no! Of course, there are times when one of us would need one on one time with another. That is understandable. I don't want hella separation though. I want all of us to be together, sharing a home, sharing meals, life, love. Etcetera. I would love her as I love you, and she would love me as she loved you, and you would love us both as we'd love you. "
*Suddenly, gears and mechanics started to turn in his head, and I smelt burning metal.*
Him: "Ohhh...you two would be in love too."
Me: "Yes! And you and I would be in love and she and you would be in love."
Him: "Hmm. But what if you loved me less in loving her? And what if I loved you less"
Me: "I don't think that would happen. It's like this dude on that forum said, 'you have two candles on a table, you add another, and it just makes more light. It doesn't diminish what was already there.'" *Note: I was totally paraphrasing there, and I hold the Hubbmaster this.
Him: "Hmmm. I see. That makes sense."

Then we arrived at our destination and the conversation ended. But it ended with his gears spinning and clanking.

And at least a misconception was cleared up!

My word!

So. It's been a while.

First- the tummy issue turned into a flow-blown hardcore period of DOOM. And I'll feel better in roughly 3-5 days. So thank you for those concerned.

Second- What the HELL, man!? I go away to rearrange furniture and seriously deal with my home and I miss ALL THIS! You people are busy, busy, busy! Slow down, smell the roses, let me catch up!

Third- Oooo! I totally rearranged the front room! The flow is much better now, and, and, AND!!!! I have room for a love seat/chaise lounge(my fingers are crossed for the chaise. I'm asking for it for Christmas) on the side of the room opposite from the couch! We're also thinking about putting the computer upstairs in the bedroom. However, I do not know if I will have space for it upstairs, and I don't really want it there anyway. I *would* like a smaller desk though.

Fourth- Why I can't really picture myself as a polygamist(Warning: Backstory and history lesson approaching). I am nice here, and online, sure. But in the real world, I'm not so nice. I can't stand people. They annoy the shit out of me. Before I met my Husband, I was an even angrier mass of rage and loathing. I despised humans. They are despicable creatures, willing to turn on their fellow man at little provocation. To be around them drains away brain cells and leaves one feeling punch-drunk with foolishness. Then I met my beloved. He despises humans more than I do, cannot stand to be in public because the level of stupidity is suffocating, and meeting new people feels as good as having teeth pulled.

Yeah, it's safe to say we were in love the day we met. And I won't lie, when we were first together(especially that first year!), all the rage and aggression that was normally turned towards other people we turned towards each other. We fought, we screamed, we said horrible, horrible things to each other. A big reason for this was because we both moved out of our comfort/socializing zones into a place where we knew no one and had no places to go. We tried to find places, but this area was(and is!) crap. So we stayed inside, caught cabin fever, and raged against each other. Then I just got sick of it. I wasn't sick of it enough to leave him, but I wanted and needed change. So instead of screaming back, or pulling the silent treatment(sometimes for days!) I'd try to talk to him. This was not always successful. Sometimes it lead to arguements about the arguement and how we resolve issues. Eventually, I pulled my head out of my ass enough to see that I needed to talk to him about how we resolve issues when we *weren't* having an issue. Needless to say, this really started the ball rolling on communication. To make things a bit shorter, basically we discussed, over time, in great, glorious detail, how and why we reacted to the other and how we felt about the reactions, and what could we do to change this, etcetera. We got very, very specific about our emotions, and we talked about why we think we act this way, and gave history, and actually, ended up really getting to know one another very deeply.

We still hate people as a whole, though. Passionately. And we're happy as clams in our hatred and misery towards the world. Not so secretly, this misanthropy is because of all the terrible injustice in the world, and because of how HORRIBLE people can be towards one another. However, to admit to such things is hippie bullshit, and to push for loving one another is also. So, we'd rather just hate people, love animals(we want a menagerie!), and avoid public places to the best of our ability. Besides, for everyone to love everyone else would demean the meaning of love. The "shoot 'em all and let God sort 'em out" philosophy, if you will. We still fight, and disagree, and snipe at each other, but it gets better all the time, and we actively try to work on our issues. Doing the best we can is all I can expect from either of us.

With this situation, I find it mathematically impossible(it was improbable I'd ever meet someone like my husband!) that we could ever find a third person to join us. Someone who was as spiky as we are in all the right ways. A woman who is cruel and unforgiving towards the human race but as sweet and adoring as we are to each other. (I never said we weren't dynamic :p) Someone who can tolerate the public at a museum or library, but would rather die than go to a sports stadium(unless it was to see a silly hair metal band. Spandex and big hair as faaaaaar as the eye can see....). I just don't see that happening.

All the Polygamists I've talked to have been lovely people. People I wouldn't mind as friends. But, to put it simply, they are all too nice. Nicer than most humans, which I appreciate, I really do. But, let's look at it this way

We'd be looking for a Polygamist, which cuts down on the population severely. Of the Polygamists, there are probably few aggressives like us. Of those few aggressives like us, even fewer would we get along with. And of those we'd get along with, who would we get along with well enough to consider as 'potentials' and of those potentials, who would we actually be able to marry?

That's got to be like, what? a 0.00000000000000000000000000001 chance? And if they're like us, they probably are disinclined to outwardly engage. With those odds, I may as well play the lottery.

And that is all IF there is someone out there for us. What if there isn't? What if we're just too assholish and mean? I mean, I don't like people. And because of this, I cannot picture a human out there that I could get along with as well as my husband. We get along perfectly, and he compliments me in most ways. We have so much in common, and I am so happy with him.

So happy, that sometimes I want with all my heart to add someone to us! What madness is this?

My tummy hurts! :{

Please Note

To My Dearest Poly Lehrerin,

I know my English skills are not up to par at my age. However, I am telling you this so you may forgive me for my poor grammar. Also, and you know who(whom?) you are, if you note a special(not colloquial) part of speech I have fucked up, please. Send me a private message and explain to me how I messed up? I would greatly appreciate it.

I would also appreciate the suggestions of others.

But if you prick out, I promise to teach you the most interesting words.

My grammar may not be perfect though.

Unchecked Aggression.

So. The situation(or sitch, if you will...)

It's not like I was 'attacked' regarding my Polygamist feelings. It's more like, I'm making shit clear.

Right clear, y0.

I've had various positive and negative discussions regarding Polygamy with my friends, both in the magical REAL WORLD, and the, ja-know. Online.

Happily. Overall, I am pleased to say I have supportive friends. Excellent, non-judgemental people. Really, and truly across the board. Though I am not Monotheistic, I can honestly say that I am, 'blessed', if you will. I mean that as in, 'touched by the hand of God' to be so lucky to have such people so close to me. Truly blessed.

However, there are humans content to put their projections of the idea of Polygamy onto me. AND YOU ALL TOO! No lie, it's on all of us; properly Poly, or at the least supportive, we are deviants.

DEVIANTS, YA PERVS!!!(Yep. I'm lookin' at YEW!!)

Anyway, you and I, and etcetera, we know how we feel. That while, yes, sex may be apart of it,(come ON! you *Poly Serious* folk KNOW what I am talking about. While it's not about sex, sex is an important part, just like it's an important part *of every relationship, Mono or Poly, EVER!* Whether you separately or family bed, separate rooms, homes, whatevs, physical intimacy is a big part of ANY relationship. How else can you physically, and intimately, express your love/affection? Hey, I'm serious. If you cats have alternative ideas, I'm willing to hear them. Anyway....)it is really not the main act. Sure, I can look at that dude putting his head in the lion's mouth, or I can go look at you Poly freaks in the side tent...:) So.

What matters, then?

Well, as a Mono-relationshiped woman interested in a possible-maybe-if-I-am-truly-adult-enough Poly relationship(Marriage. Like, for REAL marriage. Not just some person I can bang on occasion. If I/We want to bang someone... we can bang someone.) I have some vague idealistic ideas. These are all the same things I try to achieve with Husband. I promise you, I am not perfect at practicing these ideals, but I swear, I try my best to do my best. And isn't that all we can ask from each other?

What matters. From my perspective, Love matters. Oh, how lame and hippish is that?! So lame. But that is what it is. Love, unconditionally. All those stupid things you bitch about to your friends? Do they really matter? I suspect not. All those irritating bits of shit that they pull on you? Yeah, you fucking hate it. However, do you hate it enough to trump the love you have for them? If it's truly unconditional, I suspect not. Yeah, Husband can annoy me like NO ONE else, ever! But yanno what? Fuck it. He nowhere nearly annoys me enough to ever even consider being done with my marriage. And he makes me so happy otherwise(when he isn't annoying me into submission...) that there is no one else I can even imagining myself with.(and due to this happiness, sometimes the Polygamist route makes no sense to me. I'll [maybe] explain myself better one day. Sorry. :})

My Grandma has always put it the best way: Are you happier with him(or her[s]/them) or without him(her[s]/them)?

I know my answer.

Et tu?

I am just a Cunt like that, bitches.

HEY!


HEY EVERYONE.


Hi. I'm a grown-ass woman who happens to be interested in polygamy.

Yep. Keep thinkin' I'm Christian.

I'm not.

So. Yanno. Fuck you.

You got something to say? Come on over. I'll deal with it.

Lime takes care of everything.

So fuck off, you fucks.

Or be into my interests. I always appreciate the Kindred Spirits.

Otherwise...

Yanno...


FUCK OFF, YOU USELESS CUNTS.


Yep. EAT IT.

StolenTown. Population: Me.

1. When you walk in your front door, which room do you enter?
The living room. I could say the foyer, but the foyer is really just nine (3 x 3) tiles directly in front of the door, with a little rug on it to catch all the muck from our boots.

2. Do you have a dishwasher?
Not at all. I don't really want one. We had one in the last place and I'd let the dishes pile up because I was all like, "Oh, I can just toss them into the dishwasher. I'll get to it... later." Then, I'd never touch them. Now, I don't want to let the dishes pile up in the sink, because it's not like I have some magical machine that will take care of them for me. I'm the dishwasher now. *scrub, scrub, scrub*

3. Is your loungeroom carpeted or does it have floorboards?
Awful, ugly, dark-taupe carpeting throughout the whole place. We have a few plain rugs down in the front room and dining room to catch any extra filthiness that may fall.

4. Do you keep your kitchen knives on the bench or in a drawer?
Drawer. I don't have a lot of counter space. I have A LOT of drawers though.

5. House, apartment or unit?
Townhouse, y0.

6. How many bedrooms is it?
Just one. It's enough for us though.

7. Gas stove or electric?
Gas, baby!

8. Do you have a yard?
Yes, but it's tiny. We do not use it much, as we share it with our neighbor.

9. What size TV is in the loungeroom?
Dude, come on! What the fuck is a loungeroom!? Anyway, ours is only like 20 inches? Or maybe it's 18? Our monitor screen is only a little smaller than it. I'm not blind. I can see what I view just fine.

10. Are your plates in the same cupboard as your cups?
Yep. I have tall cabinets.

11. Is there a coffee maker sitting on your kitchen bench?
Yes, but there is dust on it. I pulled it out because Husband has been getting coffee more and more recently from 7/11, and I thought, "Hey, maybe if I keep this out, he'll want to buy some coffee beans instead of going out to the store for it." They're on the list next time we go shopping.

12. What size is your bed?
Queen sized.

13. What room is your computer in?
In the front room.

14. Are there pictures hanging in your loungeroom?
I'm just going to go ahead and assume a loungeroom is the front room. I have some pictures of my family scattered here and there. A few wedding pictures are in the hall, but mostly, I have a bunch of art prints on the walls.

15. Are there any themes found in your home?
Jewel tones in the bathroom? Is that a theme? I just have stuff around I like. So the theme is 'Stuff I Like"

16. What kind of laundry detergent do you use?
Regular All, sometimes Tide. Depends on the sale.

17. Do you use dryer sheets?
Yes, but the person I stole this from mentioned these felt balls with essential oil... hmmmmm......

18. Do you have any curtains in your home?
Ugh! No! I hate it. Blinds as far as the eye can see. I have some material up over some windows to keep light out though.

19. What colour is your fridge?
Whitey white white whitersen!

20. Is your house clean?
Yeah. I try to keep it neat and tidy, but sometimes it gets messy. Right now there are a few things that need to be put away, but it's nothing foul.

21. What room is the most neglected?
The bedroom. There are clothes EVERYWHERE, and the bed is rarely made. But yanno what? It's upstairs, and we close the door when company comes over. Soon, I swear, I'll take care of it.

22. Are the dishes in your sink/dishwasher clean or dirty?
The few dishes in the sink are dirty, the ones in the dish drain are clean.

23. How long have you lived in your home?
A little over two years. I love my little home.

24. Where did you live before?
Ugh. South of here, in a terrible apartment. Run-down, slummy, nothing was ever fixed. AND the roof leaked! FOUL.

25. Do you have one of those fluffy toilet lid covers on your toilet?
Yeah. Jewel tones, remember. It's dark green.

26. Do you have a scale anywhere in your home?
No. We don't even own one.

27. How many mirrors are in your house?
Three. One in the bathroom above the sink, a stand-alone tall mirror in our bedroom. Also, another mirror on the vanity in the bedroom.

28. Look up. What do you see?
A white ceiling. If I only look slightly up I see a Ralph Steadman and a Dali poster.

29. Do you have a garage?
Yeah, it's attached. Useful thing! Especially for storage.

30. How many people live in your house?
Husband, myself, and one fat, lazy kitty.

Oh, October!

Finally! There's a chill in the air, and you can start to smell Autumn. This past September was hot. I do not care for summer weather, so this was very displeasing. Now it is officially chilly. I can wear heavier clothes again! Yay!

I am prone to more modest clothing(except around the house.) I occasionally may show some cleavage if Husband and I are out on a date(I want him to see the goods and know I'll put out so he won't be mad when I order the most expensive thing on the menu. Hehehehehe!) My day-to-day shirts consist of some of my favorite band tshirts when I'm sticking around the house or going to the corner store, and these cute 3/4 sleeve shirts of various varieties. My favorite shirts are all long-sleeved, but mostly are worn on special occasions as they are a nice material or have a bunch of doodads on them. I do not wear pants, and all my skirts are ankle length, at the least. I prefer floor-length skirts, with a little bit of a train in the back.

Yep. They get super dirty! However, they are mostly in dark colors, so the street-filth doesn't show up. I do not wash them with other clothes though. There is a special skirt load that gets washed. Husband's foulest socks and dirtiest pants(like after he's worked on the car) end up in that load as well. It's pretty much just a load of foulness. The water is opaque, and I often give them two washings.

Anyway, long skirts and/or long-sleeved shirts are not pleasant in the heat. This new chill has been awesome. I've even been able to wear my favorite jacket at night. Scree for cold weather. I can't wait for it to start raining. I hope we get snow here, or nearby, this year. I'd really like to be able to use my muff and gloves. You never see anyone wearing them, and it's so cute. Soft too.

I have no idea what I'm going to do on Halloween though. I should have planned better and tried to throw a party or something. Our little home is very good for entertaining. Maybe I can see if others are out in the cold too and we could have a little dinner party. I do enjoy having people over for dinner. A few people are quite broke this year, so maybe they would feel comfortable with a smaller shindig than something huge and requiring a lot of food/booze to be brought.

Hmmm. Maybe I should make some phone calls.

I wish we had a fireplace.

Boooo!

Husband is super late. I hope there wasn't an accident on the road or something. He so hates traffic.

Booooo!

Please note: I will also have other day to day things in here. I realized the other day that I probably won't just post about polygamy, but other things as well.

It is MY blog, afterall. :p

Morning again.

The cheeseburger upset my tummy. I should have just cooked.

Oh well.

:/

Yay!

Husband will be home soon{he's running late}, and he's bringing us cheeseburgers from the local burger place. I don't have to cook! Weee!

Dang it! I should have told him to get mine rare. Oh well. Cheeseburgers! No cooking! We're going to have a lazy night in tonight, I think. A friend of mine is in town from back East. Maybe I'll call her and see if she'd like to get lunch tomorrow or something.

A pleasant weekend awaits, indeed.

Free time.

Unlike some Wives, I have no children. Husband and I are not ready yet, so we take precautions. I'm sorry if that offends some people, but we would rather not ruin a child's life by having it too early, and ending up resenting it or failing it utterly. I've seen many, many of my friends have children when young, and most of them end up being acceptable Mothers, but with major chips on their shoulders, and yes, things are sometimes taken out on the child(ren), or they are cast aside once that New Baby Shine wears off. I do not want to be this sort of Mother. I want to be a loving, caring Mother who adores her children. Who is ready for them. My Husband wants to be all that is Father, but he himself didn't have the greatest fatherly influence, and is afraid he'll never know what to do and completely fuck up our child. He also is unsure of how to raise a girl, as he only has brothers. And I'm totally lost if we had a boy. What do you do with a boy? What sort of things do they want to play?

WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO ABOUT LITTLE LEAGUE!?!?!?!

Anyway, suffice it to say, we're waiting on children right now. We have plenty of time. And worst comes to worst, if we wait too long, and I am unable to have children, we'll adopt.

With no children, and therefore, a home that is easily picked up and straightened out, I have a lot of free time. I often fill it with reading, drawing, or poking around on the internet. We do not have television at home, as neither of us care for television. We did not even bother to get a digital converter when the switch was required to happen. So, when I say we have no television, I MEAN IT!! 60 channels of nothing but snow. Glorious white-noise-filled snow! We have a television, but it is used for movies only. We quite prefer it this way, and let me tell ya, our movie collection is getting ginormous!! I'm glad television is totally out. It never had anything good on, but you'd still sit and watch nothing. This way, I get more things done around the house, AND I have more time for other pursuits. Win win! Husband also works on his programming skillz more, which is a very positive thing for his job. Though I do miss all the cuddling time on the couch, it's not that hard to pull him off to watch a movie or something.

Hmm. I think this is long enough.

First Post

Hello.

I am a Wife who has been married happily to her Husband for four loving years, and we were together for two years before we were married. I am very interested in Polygamy and having a Sisterwife, but my Husband is very unsure. His honesty with me is for the best, I think.

So I've started this blog to fill with my thoughts and feelings, both positive and negative, towards Polygamy. I hope to express myself well here, despite my bad grammar and spelling, and perhaps make a few friends along the way to advise me in my journey.

I am not really sure what else to say for now, so I'll just leave it at that.