New Blogger is a trip. One version right after another. I was ok with the original but these revisions are fine too. A comment on AOL Blogs: It'll be kind of like Austrailia, ya' know. Where you've got this idea of a thing and it evolves on it's own, no outside influence, mutates from the original idea and then turns into something else entirely. I can't wait to see an AOL Blog in about a year from now. If they weren't so damn proprietary about everything! It would be great to have them join the blogosphere rather than create their own seperate universe.
Wearing: Tan poly slacks, dark navy short sleeve button down, black Reboks which hurt my feet.
Remember when...only a few years back. One of us would get home before the other and leave a trail of rose petals or lingere or naughty notes or whatever, leading to the bedroom where the other would lie in wait, ready to pounce, our blood hot. Or the afternoon we would declare we were going to spend the rest of the day in bed, making love, and you would not let me finish but we would take a break and eat ice cream and then start all over again. The way you teased me! Then the day we discovered toys. Some we liked, others we couldn't figure out how or what, but then you found your favorite and that was that! And we can't say we were young then because we were'nt- far from it. Have we just grown tired then? Not of each other, just tired. We're so busy each working two jobs, house and the bills and the cats and dogs, that we're too tired to put forth the effort?
Well, I'm not giving up. I know that when you went to Cancun last year you came back on fire for me. And the time we almost broke up and we kissed and made up, we melted together. Those times lasted for more than just a day. So I'm going to take you away from the job, the house, the kids, the pets, the bills. I'm gonna do everything in my power to rekindle the fire that consumes us both. You just wait!!! I may surprise you first with flowers. I'll draw you a warm bath with delightfully scented salts and candles. Then I'll pamper you with a slow, sensual message. We can pretend that I'm the strong Masseus at the Bellagio Spa, and you're the rich lady whose husband can't see how beautiful she is. I don't speak english, nor you Italian but who needs words.
And afterwards we'll sprawl on the bed, sheets and blankets askew, witnesses to the passion which erupts only between experienced lovers. And we'll sleep, deeply sleep, together, as only the best of friends can.
Well, I really screwed up the 1000th visitor...I was checking my blog and I ended up being the 1000th visitor! Damn! I was going to make a big deal over it.
Wearing: Jeans and black/white/red madras shortsleeve buttondown, black Reboks.
Listening to: Oldies from the early 90's ('Roll to Me'), reminding me of being on vacation at Myrtle Beach with our kids back in 1994, Cole was 14, Mikey was 13, me and Deb were passionate about each other, just learning how much we really enjoyed each others company. We've been through a lot the past three years, most of it bad. Not tragic (although weve had some of that too), but mostly a run of pretty bad luck. We've made it through, stronger than before, and closer than before. The structures are in place now to pull us out of this. It's just a matter of a few more weeks and we are going to turn the corner.
My counter stands at 997. Check the counter at the bottom of the blog and if you are #1000, leave me a message and I will send you a :)
:: Tom 9:16 AM [+] ::
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