A day at the track....

Two tickets to enter the track: 80.00

A medicore lunch at the concession stand: 17.00

Two ice cream cones: 7.00

Gas to and from: 50.00

Dinner at Subway (because we were too pooped for anything else): 15.00

Spending a fun, stress-free day with the hubby: Priceless =)

DH calls for change

In the spirit of change, Thomas (formally referred to as DH) wishes to take on the title "HH"....Hot Hubby...from here on out. Hmmm, does this mean I have to change my hubby tag now? ;-)

Relaxing much, huh?

True story: DH walks into the living room last night, looks right at me and goes "So, how's that CM coming along?" Oh, and he actually said "C.M."...because let's face it, who really wants to use the word mucus on a regular basis? Cracked me up...I told him I didn't know, and even if I did I wouldn't tell him to keep it spontaneous =P

On a tax related note (Em, if you are out there, answer this for me): Is there any sort of future (or present) penalty for filing "married but filing separately" if you have filed "married filing jointly" in the past and are planning on filing "married filling jointly" next year? See, if DH and I file jointly this year we will get back a nice little chunk of change. However, if we file separately I get back a bigger chunk of change (because of our mortgage interest amount) and DH owes a little bit BUT the overall net return is greater than filing jointly. Oh, and to get the whole picture....I am itemizing and he is using the standard deduction. I'm using Turbo Tax so I have each return ready to be filed depending on what is best; I just don't want any hidden surprises this year, or the next.

A Fluffy Thursday....

I am off from work today because it's snowing (another perk of working for a school)....a beautiful, white, fluffy snow and I love it. Ginger loves it too, which always makes me smile. This is the first real "snowstorm" that has brought anything but a crappy icy mix since last year.

Speaking of fluff....here is some fluff from my mind right now:

~What ever happened to the love song? I mean a good ol' fashioned, dance at your wedding, love ballad. Last night I saw a commercial for "Country love songs" and I realized that every song on that cd came out in the mid to late 90's. Even on Delilah at night the songs are mainly based out of the 90's. Did the love song die out at the turn of the century? I know there are songs out now that imply love or talk about relationships....but not a real "love song". Any thoughts on this?

~Speaking of songs, I really like that song "Best Days" by Matt White

~Last night I made the comment I was thirsty and DH asked me if I was pregnant again. He said he distinctly remembers me being thirsty last time. I on the other hand don't remember a lot about it, but one, it was cute he noticed and two, considering I'm only 5dpiui today it was a question without grounds...silly man ;-)

~Ok, this one is a weird one, but what do sperm swim in once they reach the uterus? Follow me on this one.....To fertilize an egg the sperm must swim out of it's ejaculate by the use of proteins which allow the sperm to have motility. When the sperm reaches the cervix it must swim through the cervical mucus into the uterus...ok check, got that. Here is where my question comes in....once they reach the uterus what medium to they have to swim through? If you look at the structure of the uterus you have the balloon-like fist sized organ that is composed of a myometrium (the muscle), an endometrium (the lining that gets built up and shed each month), and a hollow lumen (space) in the middle which anyone who has ever had an u/s has seen. Since sperm need something (besides air) to swim through....what fills this space to allow that? I know they don't swim though the endometrium. Does the uterus have it's own mucus to aid the sperm? And if so, do sperm slither along the side of the uterus until it reaches the fallopian tubes to be aided by the cilia in hopes of reaching an egg? Has anyone else besides myself thought about this? However, in my quest to find this answer I ran across an interesting article here if anyone wishes to look.

~My husband went to work today in his lowered prelude coupe...now he has to find someone to give him a ride home. I really hope his work lets him out early.....we really need a car with AWD.

~Wow, it's only 8:10.....I feel like I've been up forever.

~Nancy....good luck today. I am truly hoping you get some news that will help you move on with a plan of action.

That's all for now...I'm sure I will think of more as the day goes on. It's amazing I've never blogged before now given the stuff that goes through my mind.

See, yummy update: About a month ago I bought some homemade vanilla mint tea from a local vendor downtown. I tried it for the first time this morning and oh my goodness, it's to die for.....

It's how the French do it, right?

To start this off I need to say I LOVE French kissing....who out there is with me?!?! I think it is extremely sexy, fun, and erotic, and although wikipedia is a terrible source for correct information I love their description of it.....

"French kissing stimulates the lips, tongue and mouth, which are all areas very sensitive to touch. It is considered by many to be both very pleasurable and highly intimate. Unlike other forms of "casual" kissing (such as brief kisses of greeting or friendship), episodes of French kissing will often be prolonged, intense, and passionate"

Oh, and I found another funny wiki website on how to do it here.

Anyways, back to my point. My husband HATES it. He shudders at the thought of his tongue touching mine...you would really think someone scratched a chalkboard the wrong way with the way he reacts just thinking about it. We have been together for 3.5 years, and for the first 2.5 of those he wouldn't even kiss me open mouthed. At least we have gotten that far, but if I even try to slip him a little tongue he physically backs away or tries to divert my attention. Now, don't get me wrong....I hate those sloppy, don't know what in the hell you are doing, all over my mouth type kisses, but gosh darn it, I miss good ol' fashion French kissing!!! I miss making out!!! Does everyone remember how freaking hot that was growing up? I know I do, but alas it is becoming a far, far, distant memory....::sigh:: what's a girl to do?

**clarification....when I said "I miss making out" I meant it as I miss making out as foreplay, not just the make-out session itself. ;)

Me and Thomas!

Hey, it's a picture of me! Haha...waiting for my parents so we can all go out for Thomas' b/day! =)

One without the glasses....and wow, really close up!

My husband's cheesy grin....and his new leather jacket I gave him!
Again, he's being a bit goofy, but he usually never let's me take his picture so I had to post both of them, lol.

Random topics

~The students are gone and surprisingly the week that was supposed to be "slow" has turned out to be very busy and quite eventful. Number one, I spend two days (three, once I'm done with today) cleaning out the labs I "coordinate" over. Good lord students are messy and really have NO regard for laboratory respect. I have two labs down: the micro and A and P, and will be working on chemistry today...it brings me a lot of satisfaction to hear my boss say he has never seen the labs so clean (and quite frankly he is right). It's not as if I don't straighten up and clean throughout the semester, it's just fairly difficult to do the "all day cleaning" when you have over 300 students parading in and out of them on a weekly basis. I also spent yesterday working on getting my annual eval paperwork today. Although I have been with my company for 3 years, this is my first time in this department and their evals are run completely different than what I have had in the past.

~Also, today is my last day of work until Jan. 2nd, and I could not be more thankful. I haven't had a vacation in two years and taking this week off is mandatory with the college, I get paid, AND I don't have to use my PTO...Rock On! However I did walk into a potential severe budget crisis (which, btw is not my job but somehow got put on me in the recent months), that was thankfully avoided although the outcome still isn't "fair" for my department. Oh well, what can I say...we aren't exactly a well-oiled machine sometimes, but we survive. It's a good thing I have a few co-workers who can laugh at all the "crap" with me most of the time....it keeps us sane, haha.

~On another note, I sent my OB/GYN an edible arrangement this week just to say "Thanks!" for all she did, and better yet, actually caring for me as a patient. I hope she likes it....they are super yummy!

~My husband turns 33 on Christmas Eve, and we are going out to dinner tomorrow. This means that I will be 23 next month (we are almost exactly 10 years apart), which is a nice age I imagine, however we started trying when I was 20....how much does that suck huh? I really would like to have two kids by the time he turns 40, guess we will see how that pans out.

Did I shave my **** for this?

Haha, just typing that title cracks me up. As some of you may have figured out, that line is a revision of a Deanna Carter song "Did I Shave my Legs for this?". However ladies, I am not referring to my legs here (although, I did shave those too).

First, let me say that I really dislike pubic hair. For as long as I can remember (actually it's funny because I couldn't tell you the exact moment I found my first pube) I have been trimming and grooming the lady hair. However, for the past 3 years I have preferred the more bald look, and usually take a razor to it twice a week. You know, you would think I would have jumped on the waxing train at this point but I have yet to make that leap of faith. Anyways, although I am always very clean in that department I usually take ~extra~ care with the nooks and cranies if if is a special night and I am getting some well needed lovn'. Well, last night was one of those nights (or so I thought).

Thomas and I went to Dickens of Christmas downtown last night. This is a holiday tradition in our city in which the market is bustling with venders, downtown is decorated in it's holiday attire, carolers walk the streets, yummy winter foods are being sold, and then there is a big holiday parade. It's all about the atmosphere really, and I love it! So, as all of you know Thomas and I have been abstaining from sex (we both hate condoms) in order to NOT try this cycle. It has been a long time since our last FD session because we didn't know if i would O normally or not. So, about 4 or 5 days ago I FINALLY ovulated (based on temps) and I told Thomas we were good to go. My silly self thought her husband (who hasn't had sex in two weeks) would certainly want to get it on after the festivities so I get myself all groomed in the appropriate places, and am actually very excited for a night of good (and did I mention much needed) sex.

All in all, Thomas and I had a really good time downtown. He had never been before, and I was happy to get to go again. When we got back home, we grabbed a quick bite to eat and I changed into some really cute (and slightly sexy) pj's. Now, maybe this is my fault.....maybe I should have broken out the obvious nightie, but about two hours after we got back home Thomas fell asleep on the couch......No ladies, no nookie for me.....=/ And in fact, I'm not even sure my husband was thinking about doing it in the first place....Damn it.....So, I ask again......did I shave my bits and pieces for this?

Funny story....

There are many words I can use to describe my husband....cute, funny, strong, caring...and now I can add "domestically challenged" to the list. Good lord, I swear the man was not this bad before I married him; before May 7th, 2005 he could do his own laundry and even cook (a little)! So, over two years later, it leads us to tonight....when I learned my husband cannot operate a stove, haha.

Let me set the scene....I had just finished working out to core rhythms (which I LOVE by the way) and was going to take a shower. I asked DH to start browning the turkey burger and pre-heat the oven for the sweet potato fries.Oh, and before I continue I must tell you he asked me what temp. to set the oven on....good lord darling, I don't know, read the back of the bag!! Anyways, a few minutes later I get out of the shower, change, and walk into the kitchen. I notice the pre-heat light has gone off so I go to put the fries in the oven.....it was completely cold. So, I look at the settings and apparently my husband had set the temperature on 425 (yay for him!) but didn't actually turn the knob to bake; it was still in the off position...Ha! God Bless that man!

Wow....what a weekend....

Like I said, wow....what a weekend. It started off bad, got a little worse but fortunately today is OK. There were a lot of things that can to the surface this weekend, but the main one had to do with my Masters program. Essentially it is slowly tearing apart my marriage because for the past month I have done nothing but work on all the assignments, discussion boards, and papers that were due...on top of being at work full time. My husband and I were living in the same house but living completely separate lives, and it took a toll. For once, I think I bit off more than I could chew. After the classes I am already in end I am going to drop down to part time and only take one class at a time (or maybe occasionally two) but most likely one depending on my new job situation at work. I will blog more about this later once I get a definite answer. I didn't realize how much stress this would take. I certainly still want to finish my Masters, but I realized finishing it as quickly as possible is not worth the relationship with my husband. Last night he told me he missed me and that school had taken me away from him...quite frankly he's right. I hope things will get better from here on out, because at least now we found the problem and I am going to fix it as soon as I can. Today is much better than yesterday, so it's definitely a start.