Funny pics

So Pete had a funny idea last weekend, of taking some "naughty" photos of him "eating at the Y." (That is one of his favorite sex phrases for some reason).

In fact he wrote that phrase a lot in his sex journal of 2008 that he printed out for me to read. I told him it was just a book of filth that burned my fingers, so I haven't read the whole thing yet. I mean, would YOU feel like reading YOUR significant other's journal of sexual adventures with other people, before you met him or her? It is on my list of things to do, but I already know he's a walking gland, so what's the surprise really? It's mostly vanilla sex anyway. BORING!!

So these photos, which are NOT explicit by any means, were not MY IDEA...but they DO suggest that he's giving me oral sex. I thought they were funny in progression, and tells a story just in his facial expressions alone. All you see of ME are my legs around his head. LOL I'll add the photos this weekend. Eating at the Y indeed. *Shaking head in complete numb apathy of trying to cultivate any COUTH in this man.*

I contacted a publisher recently who is interested in publishing my book. We'll see how it goes. I'm sure it will be a lengthy and frustrating process, but hopefully something good will come of it.

I also searched on craig's list yesterday for a new house for Pete and I to live. I found one that has all of the things on our wish list, so I feel this instant obsession with it, manifesting that we'll get it, picturing me in the kitchen cooking, the dog relaxing in the yard...but Pete wrote to the home owner and he stated that "if my dog doesn't make it outside in time, we know how to clean up the mess." I nearly screamed at the computer when I read his email. If the homeowner was NOT a dog person, that statement would be a huge negative, and our chances of living there would be ruined. It was like, "Hi, we want to live in your house, but our dog craps all over the place, is that ok?" (At least that is how I read it). Instantly I felt like he was, for some reason, SABOTAGING the whole thing. Men often do this without even realizing it. They don't necessarily share in the same obsessive passion about something, so they do things that go against it, even without knowing that's what they are doing.

Disclaimer: I've been with several guys like that, so I'm making a generalized statement about all men. So sue me. Women do it too sometimes, it's probably just another human flaw, but for the sake of this discussion, all men do this. So anyway, I sent an email to the homeowner to amend that statement he wrote, explaining that my dog is housebroken and has only had a FEW minor accidents in the 6 years I've had her. But I didn't WANT to send an email to this homeowner in the first place, for fear of rejection, and my heart and soul just cannot handle rejection anymore. I hate getting my hopes up about stuff because every damned time I do, I am crushed.

I tried explaining that to Pete too, about why I haven't ventured forth to the Squirrel Hill area to inquire about jobs in the Jewish community...for fear of rejection. I've had more than my fair share of rejection in life, I just don't handle it very well, especially when it comes to something I feel a huge passion for. Being told I can't DO what that passionate thing is, kills me slowly each time I hear it. Pete says if I don't venture forth and TRY, I'm in the same place as being rejected...but I say, that may be true but at least I keep my dignity and self-esteem, which becomes eroded each time I get rejected. Somebody recently told me that the actor Jeff Goldblum is from Pittsburgh, I didn't know that. Many people here were bummed when he divorced Gina Davis too, I guess, they were all happy for the two of them, they seemed like the perfect match. But I digress.

This house is really nice, and we may go see it this weekend. It's got 4 bedrooms, hardwood floors throughout, a fireplace, a huge open brand new kitchen with stainless steel appliances, cherry wood cabinets, and a dishwasher, a wrap around porch all around the house, a large yard, a basement that has a workout room, laundry area and refrigerator, a 2 car garage and studio apartment above it. I mean that is AWESOME STUFF people...you can't beat that with a STICK. I'm GEEKED about it. I've never had a house of my own, ya know? Never in my whole life. So this is a big deal to me. To Pete, he's already HAD two other houses that both his ex-wives ended up getting in the divorce, so he's reluctant to jump into a third one now. I can understand that, but we would only be RENTING it, so it's not like we'd be buying it outright or anything. It's close to where he works too, so he'd have a very short commute. Everything is awesome about this house so far, we just have to go see it and talk to the homeowner about the details. We want to move by March.

The place we are currently living is in "ghetto land USA," and I'm ready for a nicer neighborhood without screaming brat kids everywhere, running on our lawn and making my dog bark when they throw things at our house. Having an elementary school right across the street is NOT as pleasant as it may sound. School buses, transit buses, noisy trucks, it's a busy street and noisy as hell, which I do not like. People yelling on the street across the way at other friends or neighbors...it's like, "MY GOD WHO RAISED YOU PEOPLE TO LIVE LIKE UNMANNERED CAVEMEN?" Chivalry ain't the only thing that died, so has ETIQUETTE and RESPECT.

Anyway, I don't like neighbors crammed right up against us either. I'm anti-social ya know, so having 1/3 of an acre is VERY appealing to me. And come ON, didn't you automatically think, 'PERFECT DUNGEON SPACE' when you read about the studio above the garage?! Oh yessssssssss, yes indeed...I've got plans for this house. My friend Terry already wants to come over and have some play sessions in our new dungeon space with me sometime, but he lives in Richmond so I doubt he'll drive 6 hours north for that. Nice of him to say so though. At least HE shares my excitement about this house, even if Pete doesn't.

But then Pete doesn't know yet if his boss will be sending him out to San Francisco for 6 months to work on a project. If his boss says yes, we're gone and the house will just go POOF, at least for 6 months. If his boss says no, we can move there and get settled. I don't care either way really, I've never been to SF so it might be fun. I told him I'd be the fattest broad in CA, but ok whatever, I'm still going to the beach, fat carcass and all.

Well, that's the news for now.

Love, Sassy Girl