I’m still alive.

I’ve been having the best Christmas EVER!!! I got to stay home and my husband’s parents and sister came here for a week. It was completely fun. They are more fun than my family. There was no petty fighting or childish pouting. If you want to know what I’m referring to just go back in my archives to last Christmas. Basically, my mother is a freak and ruins every holiday.

They all leave tomorrow morning at the ass crack of dawn. But I’ll still have company until next Wednesday. My best friend from undergrad is coming here for New Year’s. I haven’t seen her in over a year. She just broke up with her fiance and is ready to have some fun. I think it will be awesome. My husband lusts over her, but I’m positive nothing fun will ever happen with that. She knows all about our sexual exploits, but as much as my husband and I fantasize about playing with her we’d never bring it up. She’s pretty repressed sexually after being with the same moron for 5 years. They had sex less often than people who have been married for 60 years!

I never recounted my Vegas trip. I just got lazy. Nothing exciting happened. We just had a lot of fun in a cool place. We had a TON of sex. Only with each other, but it was still hot! We stayed in the MGM Grand, and there was just something about the green light at night that made us fuck like crazy. If you don’t know what I’m talking about look at pictures of the MGM Grand at night. It’s lit up by green spotlights, and even with the blinds closed there was still a lot of green light leaking into our room at night.

So, I’m still here and HORNY AS HELL!!!! I haven’t had sex since December 23rd, and it starting to get annoying to be horny all the time. We just couldn’t bring ourselves to have sex with his parents in the next bedroom. Not cool.

I hope everyone had a good Christmas. Have a happy New Year and I’ll be back soon I promise!!!!!

I’m home.

It seems that nothing is really quite free in Vegas. We would have had to pay $11.99 per 24 hour period for internet access in our hotel room. So I did the unprecidented and didn’t access the internet from Friday night until I got home late last night.

I’m exhausted. I’m convinced that when taking a trip to Las Vegas a one day buffer is required before returning to the real world. I have to go to work in a few minutes and I don’t know how I’ll get through it. At this point I don’t even know if coffee will help me. Part of why I’m exhausted is because immediately upon arriving home I had to rush to clean the bathrrom and straighten the guest bedroom because my brother decided to stop in to stay the night on his way home to ND for Christmas. It was really good to see him, but damn is it rude to invite yourself to stay with someone right after they get back from a vacation. He arrived a full hour earlier than he had told me earlier in the day so he was literally on my doorstep as we rolled in from the airport. Who does that!?!

I promise to share the fun details from my trip. Nothing extra special happened in the way of naked fun, but the trip was still AWESOME!!!!!!!! I will try my best to get that post up asap, but just know that I’m preparing my house for my in-laws to come for Christmas. Then my best friend from undergrad is coming for a visit for New Year’s. I just have a lot of preparation to do before this house is parent visit ready. I still have a little shopping to do, plus I’m teaching my normal schedule this week meaning that I even teach all day Saturday. I just hope I have the energy to get everything done so I can relax when the family arrives.

P.S. Vegas makes me horny.

I’m addicted.

I’m so addicted to Project Runway I still look at the website despite the fact that the show has been over for months. Check out my design skills! First Design……. Second Design

VEGAS!

My husband and I are taking a much anticipated trip to Las Vegas tomorrow through Monday. I can’t say if I’ll be able to post while I’m there. Chances are I won’t be able to stay away and I’ll still stop by. Maybe I’ll have some super fun and sexy posts to share with you all. Keep your fingers crossed!

6 Weird Things continued.

Ok, it’s time I finish this list. I’ve had a hard time coming up with weird things that I haven’t already talked about on this blog. Gotta keep it fresh! lol

4. I’m picky about water. I hate all tap water. I prefer Aquafina water, but any bottled water is far superior to tap water even if it’s gone through a pur or brita filter.

5. I’m a musician and I’ve never seen the Sound of Music. I refuse to watch it.

6. I’m a video game fiend. I love all Zelda incarnations and am feverishly awaiting the day I finish my dissertation so that I can buy a Wii. I also get addicted to the Sims. That’s another game I’m not allowed to play until I finish my dissertation.

6 Weird Things.

I’ve been keeping a blog for over a year now (yeah I forgot to mention my anniversary on November 26th) and I had yet to be tagged for a meme until two people tagged me for the same one. Amy Elle and Trueself both wanted to know 6 weird things about me. I’m sure all of you will love these.

1. I LOVE paper. I love the way certain paper smells. I love different textures of paper. I love cheap paper. I love expensive paper. I love how paper sounds. I especially love the way it sounds when I turn pages in a three-ring binder. Sometimes when I sit down to read a magazine that has especially awesome paper I have to turn the pages all the way through before reading a word.

2. I LOVE stickers. I hand out stickers to my students as a reward for a lesson well done, but my real reason is so I have an excuse to buy cool stickers. I used to have a sticker book when I was a kid. I even covered the back cover of one of my teaching books completely with stickers. I needed to use up the old ones so I could buy some new ones. lol

3. I drive a manual transmission car….on purpose. I learned to drive on a manual and I get bored driving automatic transmission cars. I delivered pizza for three years in college in a manual transmission car. I was so good at it i could smoke, talk on my cell phone, look at the address slip, and still shift gears. But now I can’t smoke anymore, I rarely talk on my cell phone while driving, and there’s not a lot of pizza delivering going on either.

Ok, halfway done, but I have to go to work. I’ll finish this later.

I’ve got nothing.

Well that’s not completely true. I’m really in awe of my new commentor Mr. Shankley. Seems he’s read my whole archive. Of course, I love all of you who comment equally!

Also, my husband and I are contemplating moving house. Our rental company wants us to sign a lease now even though our lease isn’t up until August 1, 2007. Eight months? I don’t know what I’ll be doing in eight months!!! We’ve been looking into moving to the town where his job is. That would mean a 30+ minute drive for me every day to my teaching studio. But he’s been commuting since we moved here so I can’t complain about that. Plus, if we can find a place in the downtown area near his job we can sell one of our cars. But I know if we did that then I’d find a job in some other state and we’d be stuck buying another car anyway.

We’ve also talked about buying a house or condo. That thought terrifies me. We don’t have a lot of money put away for a down payment. Our savings account is 10 times as large as it was just two years ago, but the difference between $10 and $1,000 still doesn’t make for a house downpayment. A mortgage would be less expensive than our rent in a college town. Moving out of the college town just seems like the right move to make. I just love living here though. Oh well, I probably won’t find a job if we are ready for that anyway. I’ll find a job when we buy a house and settle in for a few more years. That’s just the way things tend to work in these circumstances, right?

What’s scaring me the most is that I can actually see us as homeowners. We’ll finally be able to paint the walls. I HATE white walls. We’ll be able to get a pet. Well, maybe. I don’t really want a pet just because I don’t want my house to smell like the houses of my friends who have pets. Nasty.

My dream would be to find a loft apartment in the downtown area with two parking spaces and a beautiful view. One that is a rental, but allows wall-painting. Then we would get rid of one of our cars and buy a used car so we only have one car payment.

Then once my dissertation is finished, I’ll graduate and get my dream job. I’ll move there (wherever the dream job is) and he’ll stay here for a year or two (we’ve actually planned this).

Oh, and I was tagged to do a list of weird things about me. I still intend to produce said list. Stay tuned….

Compromise.

Well, after six years of marriage I finally did it. I finally made the biggest compromise I’ll ever have to make. I let my husband put tinsel on the Christmas tree. I’m very particular about how I like my Christmas decorations to be. I have a strict system of packing them away each year. However, I abhor the little metallic strips that just get everywhere, but for him it’s just not Christmas without it. Every year I would hide the tinsel his mother would send us. I never threw it away because I would feel too guilty, but if he asked about it I’d pretend to not be able to find it. My mother-in-law sends some each year because she thinks it’s not available in the United States (my husband is from another country). I haven’t had the guts to admit to my husband or her that it is, in fact, available here, but I hate the stuff. Well, I guess I’m getting soft in my old age because we put a crapload of tinsel on the tree. Blue and silver. If I squint really hard I can’t really see it, but I still know it’s there because of the warm feeling in my heart after seeing the huge, childlike smile on my husband’s face.

A good start.

I think I’m off to a better start to getting things done. I’m at least feeling strong about what I need to do. My husband made a deal with me. If I get up early every day and go to the library to work on my dissertation he’ll get up with me and do one cleaning project. I don’t think he knows how incredibly comforting that thought is. To come home after working all morning at the library to see him briefly before he goes to work and see that he’s cleaned a bathroom, or swept the floor, or folded laundry. That would make me soooooooo happy. It’s not that he doesn’t do his share of the cleaning normally, but neither of us do hardly any cleaning so when it gets done I really notice.

Remember, Mia, don’t be a loser.

Emotional reflections.

Tonight is my last night here alone on this business trip. I’m playing a series of Christmas concerts with my orchestra. We had one concert last night and another at 2 this afternoon and another one coming up at 7. We are performing a few pieces with the local adult community choir. They sing one song without orchestra. It’s a song that is close to my heart. Back when I was an undergrad I took voice lessons and sang in choir. My college choir went on a tour around the state singing for high schools in small towns. The tour took place in a very emotional time of my life. It was the semester before I got married. So many wonderful things were happening in my life, but there were some difficult things I was sorting out also. We sang the song in question on the tour, and the choir here this weekend is also singing it. It brings me to tears to hear it again after all these years. I’m instantly transported back six years to the trip and all the friends I had back then. I miss the simplicity of being an undergrad. I miss the support of all the people around me. I miss the girl I used to be. It’s only been six years, but I’m so different now I don’t think the old me would recognize me now.

One of the things I’ve been struggling with this weekend is how far I have fallen away from any sort of spirituality. Recently I have started to feel uncomfortable trying to force myself to have faith in the christian religion in which I was raised. I cannot seem to make myself believe what now looks like a fairy tale told to control masses of people. I don’t know exactly what I believe, but I’m sure that I can never again blindly follow the christian church.

The biggest thing I have against the church is the view of sex. For me sex is an extremely important part of my life. It is second only to music. It’s not just sex with my husband either. I feel like there is nothing wrong with sharing sexual pleasure with many people. For me, there is something spiritual about having sex. I wonder if there is some group of people somewhere that feel the same way. It would be really nice to know people that live the lifestyle I want to live without fear of being found out.

I’ve been reading a book called “Lies My Teacher Told Me.” It’s basically about how American history textbooks get almost everything about American history wrong. It has given me a new perspective on the true history of the United States. I don’t really like what I’m learning. I am almost ashamed to live in such a country. Historically, this country is based on hypocrisy and greed. Hipocrisy because the beloved constitution had/has little to do with how they dealt with anyone who wasn’t a white European. Sure, it has been ammended, but the original government of this country was horribly racist against the blacks and Native Americans. The ammended changes were only made once the white establishment could absolutely no longer continue to make money without pretending that everybody was equal. The greed part comes in when you really consider the motivation for everything in America today. Money is the new god, yet people pretend that they are “good christians” and show up at church on Sundays. They pretend to live virtuous lives, but in secret they are cheating on spouses, amassing as much money as possible, and basically living the life of hypocrisy.

In this country sex is supposed to be sinful. Nudity is banned from public media. Extra-marital sex is looked down upon, yet many, many people do it.

Why can’t we just let people have sex when and with whoever they want to? So what if the president gets some blow jobs on the side? So what is such and such celebrity dresses like a woman in private. So what if gay people want to get married? It’s not going to hurt anyone if these things go on in other people’s lives. A gay couple getting married isn’t going to hurt anyone. Why do people care what gay people do with their lives. It’s not contagious or anything ridiculous like that.

This is turning into a long rant. Sorry. I have changed so much from my conservative past. I never would have thought I would end up in and interracial, open marriage. But I couldn’t be happier in my relationship with my husband. He is the highlight of my life, and he has made it possible for me to be happy.