tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62990112011-04-21T20:23:05.844-07:00Sex in the City of RosesTrials and tribulation of a thirty something starting over in the world of love.ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1108685412408022192005-02-17T16:08:00.000-08:002005-02-17T16:10:12.410-08:00A Wrench in the CogFeeling very sad right now. I love The Handyman but..He dozen't want a child. We had a wonderful weekend together. I learned new things, number one I am a natural with motor sports AND he can sing. We both sang Avril Lavigne's, "I'm With You on the way back from Sandlake. He is even willing to learn some karaoke duets so we could try our talents out on a new audience. This ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1108061444887273092005-02-10T10:38:00.000-08:002005-02-10T10:53:12.523-08:00Only One Carryon Please
Last night was pretty intense. The Handyman and I had an serious conversation about where we are now and where we are going. We started at 8:30PM and I didn't leave his house until 11:30PM. I just layed it on the line that for this to work he needs to get rid of two of his access baggage, ex-wife and ex-girlfriend: The Asian. He understood...I also made it clear that I ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1107799518042586192005-02-07T10:04:00.000-08:002005-02-07T10:05:18.043-08:00Operation Chicken and a new leaf
I know it’s been a long time since I have added anything to my blog but so much has happen since my last entry.
I will just start at the beginning since that is always the best place to start. It started with a bang, literally...my friends and I decided to relive our youth and can you believe it we egged a house. This happened March 2004 and it was no ordinary ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1079583260168613632004-02-20T12:00:00.000-08:002004-03-17T20:22:39.686-08:00LOSS OF A FAMILY MEMBER
Just several hours ago I had to put one of my dogs Earnie to sleep. For the last 48 hours he has suffered the most a little dog should ever have to endure.
I received a distraught call from the Tool Man frantically stating he was not well. I rushed back from a team building in Medford to tend to Earnie.
It was the most pitifal sight I had seen. There laying in this ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1076949705091867622004-02-16T08:41:00.000-08:002004-02-16T08:44:21.670-08:00Happy Valentines Day to Proud Mary
DISCLAIMER: As promised, here is another entry devoted to "anal sex".
Friday, 2/13/04
The Tool Man and I started our Valentine Day weekend on Friday. He arrived late due to waiting for his ex to pick up his child and then did his house chores before coming to my house at 9:30PM.
We had dinner, made some small talk and then decided to call it a night. I ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1076478595914268002004-02-10T21:30:00.000-08:002004-02-10T21:52:24.840-08:00FRUSTRATED AT 9:30PM
This is the third time this month where I had another frustrating phone conversation with the Tool Man. I sometimes don't know why I am in this relationship and have to cry just to refresh myself.
The hard part is that he is very loving and caring in so many ways and is probably one of the best lovers I have ever had. The other side is that when it comes to intellect, I ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1076470731368611212004-02-10T19:16:00.002-08:002004-02-10T19:41:20.310-08:00Ster Dog, aka Monster Dog
What a sad existance this little man with a large head. He comes every Monday to torment us with his songs of Metallica, and most recently Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me".
I don't know from where he comes from or what he does for a living. For all we know he could be some body double for well known porn flicks and tries his hand of living a normal life as the ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1076470216144264202004-02-10T19:16:00.001-08:002004-02-10T19:32:45.200-08:00WHEN LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH...
I know it's been awhile since I write now thoughts, words, feelings are flooding out from me.
There is this wonderful line in the Lord of the Rings final trilogy, Return of the King that still haunts me. It's when Gandolph's replies to the hobbitt Mary when Mary states, "It's soo quiet" just before they do battle for Middle Earth with the Orks. Gandolph simply ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1076469384154120012004-02-10T19:16:00.000-08:002004-02-10T19:18:53.390-08:00ODE TO THE GENTLE GIANT PIZEEK
This is a wakeup call to all eligible gay men in the Portland Metro and SW Washington vicinity. There happens to be a wonderful man that I know that is not only beautiful on the outside, but also in the inside. He is loved by many because of his "kind heart" and true friendship. He has been there at our highs and especially in our lows. He can be very funny and ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1074359036846997482004-01-17T09:03:00.000-08:002004-01-17T09:10:18.030-08:00SHOT TO THE HEART....
and your to blame, you give love a bad name. Isn't it sad that a Bon Jovi song from the past could poetically sum up how I feel for this week.
On Tuesday, 1/13/04 my ex The Chef unexpectedly called me at work in Salem (we work for the same company) for lunch. I knew he had to discuss something but didn't expect this.
He not only was going married to his live-in ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1073870776434995282004-01-11T17:14:00.000-08:002004-01-11T17:26:37.150-08:00ANAL SEX...
Probably the two words in the world that causes visions for some of Joy and and for most Pain (ex. recent inmates and Ned Beatty in Deliverance). Well I have to say I have been converted. It happened on Saturday, 12/13/03 with my current boyfriend the Tool Man. Through much coaxing, lots of lube, and some key breathing exercises (they really do help ladies), we were able to pop myProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1073613082570574932004-01-08T17:42:00.000-08:002004-01-08T17:51:42.150-08:00Don't you just hate Stupid People? I have this 25 year old asshole that works for me and pushes the envelope as far as he can. I am trying to get him fired since all he does is play the "poor me" act? Poor me, I didn't get a snow day in Hicksville so I should get it comped, yeah whatever loser. What he doesn't realize is that he is the weakest link in the chain and is hanging by a thread (ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6299011.post-1073523661082662232004-01-07T17:00:00.000-08:002004-01-07T17:01:21.076-08:00Snow day number two...
Wonderful to have another day off, the only bad part of it is I tend to want to eat more than normal because I am home. Must workout, must workout. I have resigned myself to the fact that I can't drive to the local gym since I do not have any traction devices to get to my destination so I will do a step aerobics routine here at home. The only witnesses to this activity ProudMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07737819152940746608noreply@blogger.com