copasetic, empathetic, apathetic. so pathetic

I am full of song lyrics today.  I encourage each of you to seeek out said songs:

from "Sympathy" by Bon Jovi :

...I never been nobody's Valentine and you never were a bride to be
I don't need you to be a friend of mine, I don't need no charity
....Honey, I know your act, when you're sending it back don't come bitchin' to me
Who said love is just a sacrifice was a man in need of sympathy
It sure don't take too long to realize that you ain't getting none from me
 

From "Good Riddance" by Greenday:

It's not a question/But a lesson learned in time/It's something unpredictable/But in the end is right/I hope you had the time of your life

From "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right"  by Bob Dylan

I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind / You could have done better but I don't mind / You just kinda wasted my precious time

Yet another reason my kid rules

So we're out buying tires. First we go to NTB and they give me a written estimate on what they recommend with the alignment it's just over $400.  Then we go to Firestone, who do not carry the tire we have the estimate for, but offer a comparable model.  Their estimate with alignment and extended warranty and an oil change is $490.  Alex hears that and tells me we should go back to NTB because it's cheaper.  The salesman tells my son that their price does not include the warranty or the oil change.  Alex tells the man he's still too expensive by $15 and that's not a very good deal.  He then announces to the 3 staff members and their customers that I work hard for my money and I can't be throwing it away for no reason.  The salesman then explained that the tires he was selling us had 60,000 mile tread life and the other tires had 50,000.  My son said that may be so, but he still thought I should go to NTB.  The sales guy looked at me and asked what *I* wanted to do.  I looked at Alex and said I had to agree with the man of the house.  The guy then took $15 off my alignment and $10 off the oil change.

bitter-sweet

I met My Honey's family this week under most unfortunate circumstances.  Chris and I flew up to Iowa for his uncle's funeral.  I think it's a true shame I didn't get to meet the man because hundreds of people came to the viewing and funeral and all of them had great things to say.  I wanted to be there for Chris, but was a little nervous about how I'd be received.  Despite their loss and sorrow, everyone was absolutely wonderful to me.  They embraced me as their own and I already consider them family.  I have a better understanding of why Chris is such a wonderful person. (and less crazy than I am) 

I feel better about both families meeting at the wedding.  I wasn't nervous, exactly,  but my mind put together various scenarios, none of which was ideal.  I'm not worried now.  In fact, as time goes by, I'm less and less stressed.  It's almost like someone hypnotized me and then made me forget the experience.  I feel very fortunate and loved.  I wish everyone that feeling.

ah there's the rub

I have something I've noticed about men who appreciate large women.  Let me first say that I adore the adoration, which seems to be exclusive to these men.  Men who appreciate the soft fullness of a Rubenesque woman, look at her--at me--as though taking in a fine painting. I take a joy in the covetous gaze of my hips.  I repress a giggle when a friendly hug touches my back, my arms, and that roll...  Yes, the one that does not border the breast or a thigh, or indeed, any errogenous zone.  And yet, when men touch me, it seems to be where their hand comes to rest...and then there's a gentle rub.  It could almost believe to be absent-minded, except for the unerring placement of the hand and the precise pressure of the stroke.  Every man has a different kiss, a different embrace, a different method of seduction, but the rub, you see, the RUB is universal. I like the rub.  I like what it represents.  I salute every man who has mastered it and every woman who can accept it without self-consciousness.