I have a heart that will never be tamed

*hangs head in shame* ~Miley Cyrus, See You Again

My deepest, most sincere apology if you have been cursed with the Hannah in your house and I have now passed on my ear worm. I can't help it. It's just so fucking catchy. *sigh* Would you like to hear a confession? While we were at the beach, I caught myself watching Hannah Montana...alone...and then realized I was on my third episode.

You have to break up with me now, right? It's okay, I understand.

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It's Thursday, so that means two things. It means that it's Thursday *wink* AND it means that I'm off again for a few days. This time to the DCAC fitness conference. It's like going to any other conference, except that while I am learning stuff, I am expected to exercise at the same time.

I start tonight at 7 pm with a spinning ride with a well-known and highly respected Master Instructor and coach, Josh Taylor. It's a wonderful opportunity to be able to learn from him. I know several of you are scratching your head wondering what could be so hard about leading people through a spinning class? It depends on the experience you want them to have while they are there. I don't want to give people an aerobics class on a bike. I want to give them a RIDE. I want them to discover the athlete within. I want them to be inspired to push themselves. You need words for that. The RIGHT words. I am constantly evolving as a coach, and stealing whatever I can from the experienced instructors with whom I have the privilege of riding.

Starting tomorrow morning, I will have 4 classes a day. Two of them will be spinning classes (not just rides, but "classes"), and the others are seminars or yoga.

Is it occurring to any of you who know me well enough to wonder how the hell I'm going to ride AND remember all of the information I'm being given?

Yeh, me too. I don't have the foggiest idea.

But, it will be fun! And the best part is, I'll work off all of the fried okra, hush puppies, and other bad crap I ate last week.

Have a kickass weekend! My ass will surely be kicked by the time Sunday afternoon rolls around.

Wednesday Weirdness

1. Would you rather be 3 inches taller, or 3 inches shorter than you already are?
Absolutely, positively, SHORTER. All of the short girls always got so much attention for being "cute." I'm middle of the road at 5'6". My brothers are both 6'4", and they always told me that I would be 6'. I never wanted to be, and they swear that the only reason I'm not is through sheer will power.

2. What are 3 words that could NEVER be used to describe you?
Organized. Conformist. Fashionable.

I was going to say "untrusting," seeing as I trust far too easily, but I'm really really working on that one.

3. Have you ever eaten something at the grocery store while you were shopping, prior to buying it? Did you pay for it when you got to the check out line?
Oh yeh! Isn't it an unwritten rule that if you are pregnant, you must eat your way through the grocery store? No? Well, it should be. I always paid for it, both in dollars and in pounds. Not the British pound. The 40 that I gained when I was pregnant both times. I was also the mom who kept her kids busy by hitting the cookie aisle first and grabbing a box of Animal Crackers.

4. If you could have any 3 materialistic things in this world without paying a single cent for any of them, what would they be and why?
A bigger house. As I've said before, not a BIG house necessarily, just a biggER house. A vacation home at the beach would be nice. Does gas count as a materialistic item? Massages for the rest of my life? They don't count as "stuff," but I want less stuff, not more.

5. Have you ever fallen asleep or nodded off during sex before?
If falling asleep during that initial sleepy groping stage counts, then yes, I'm guilty. But never during the act itself.

6. What are 3 jobs you’d leave your current job for? If you don't have a current job, just list 3 jobs you would like to have.
Number 1, hands down, and no surprise to anyone...TORNADO CHASER!!! I also would love to be one of those people who gets paid to travel the world and visit vacation spots. Is there such a thing as a cheese taster? :)

It always comes back around to cheese, people.

7. Do you or have you ever answered the phone during sex?
No! I find the idea both hilarious and strangely erotic. Food for thought...

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Thank you to those of you who supported me on my last post. To say I was a tad emotional is an understatement.

By the way, you are welcome to respectfully disagree with me, but my rule is that for the comment to stay, you must attach your name to it. Inflammatory anonymous comments will go bye-bye.

Biscuit Goes Postal

*Warning: If the topic of abortion will offend or hurt, you may not want to read this. I am terribly sorry if even mentioning it has hurt you in any way.*

I was driving up Connecticut Avenue this afternoon, and right as I crossed out of DC and into Maryland, I saw the line of signs on the side of the road. Really LARGE signs, taller than me, each being held by someone.

"Your fetus at 3 months."

"Your fetus at 6 months."

And then the progressively more horrifying pictures of aborted fetuses. By the time I got to the one of the forceps holding a severed head, I was beyond livid. My very first thought was what would I have done if my kids were in the car with me? My 7 and 9 year old innocent children who, like me, feel things so deeply. Do I tell them to look down and close their eyes, praying that they didn't see anything? Would they really do it? No, they would be too curious, and I would have two hysterical children and the job of explaining those pictures. I can't even imagine how many children drove by and saw those signs. The number of children who will have nightmares tonight, or for many nights.

Since when is it okay to traumatize children in order to further your agenda?

I lost it. I pulled into a side street, parked my car, and started down the line. I asked each one of them if it had occurred to them that children were driving by and seeing those signs. If they loved children so much, how could they place signs like that where so many children were sure to see them?

I got some dear-in-the-headlights and inability to answer my questions. Which gave me the opportunity to tell them how cruel and thoughtless they were. And then I moved on down the line.

I had a guy tell me that my 7-year-old daughter SHOULD see these signs, or she would surely have an abortion later in life. He also told me that I had no idea what my daughter was learning at school, and something about learning how to put condoms on cucumbers. Wha? So learning about birth control, and thereby possibly preventing an unwanted pregnancy, is contradictory to their beliefs?! Yeh, THAT makes sense. That dude got an earful that left his face burning.

They all had cell phones, so by the time I got to the fourth person, and began my questioning, the woman who had organized the whole thing came up and offered to pray for the children who may have been hurt by the pictures.

That's all you've got, lady? Yep, I'm sure that when a child wakes up in the middle of the night from a horrid nightmare, being told that the lady who put the pictures of dead babies on the side of the road is praying for them is going to help considerably.

What actually came out of my mouth was "Fuck you." I'm pretty sure it helped my position...

My only regret is that I didn't continue down the line. I wish I had confronted every one of them, but I was at that point where you are so enraged that you start to cry, and it was going to be pointless anyway. I'm just the crazy lady, and by the time I was back in my car, they were already justifying their actions.

I don't care what side of that issue you are on, those tactics are despicable. So my answer below about not having ever said anything intentionally to hurt someone? Yeh...that's changed.

Here's where I owe you something funny. The reason I was driving up Conn. Ave? I was coming back from my psychiatrist :) You have to admit, that's a riot.

TMI Tuesday

Let me preface this by saying that I have a Masters degree in Speech and Language Science. That alone should have you rolling, because I don't exactly sound like it, do I? I used to, when I needed to, but I have always had two different manners of Biscuit speak. Y'all get plain ol' me. I write as I speak to friends and family.

1. What is your language pet peeve. (example 'hot water heater', why would you heat hot water)
This one is hard. I'm not good at coming up with these things off the top of my head. I guess it would be the misuse of similar words, for example affect/effect and perimeter/ parameter, the mispronunciation of words like proNOUNciation and nuCUlar, and the use of words that don't acutally exist, like "irregardless."

2. What is your favorite word? Both dirty and clean?
I am so guilty of dropping the f-bomb, both in my head and with friends. Strangely, I don't do it with my husband. I feel the need to clean up my language around him because he doesn't swear often.

I can't think of a favorite clean word. Cheese? *LOL*

3. What is the one word you cannot spell?
Is it occurrance, occurance, occurence? Spell check is telling me that they are ALL wrong. Off to look it up. Hang on. :)

Ahhh, occurrence. There are many others. In the last few years, since I started taking the medication that saved my life, my short-term memory and ability to spell have both suffered. It used to embarrass me and I was afraid people would think I was ignorant, but now I just accept it.

I also have trouble with capitol/capital and lay/lie. I have to look that one up all the time.

4. What is the one word you always pronounce wrong?
I can't think of any. I even asked my husband, and he couldn't think of any either.

When I moved to the DC metro area from Alabama, I discovered there were many words that are pronounced with an accent on a different syllable. Being a speech pathologist, I had to learn to change my pronunciation. For example, in the south, the word insurance is pronounced INsurance, while here it is pronounced inSURance. I also had to train myself out of my southern accent. It has gradually come back since I quit working in that field. I catch myself in full-blown southern speak quite often now, though I can control it when I need to. Sort of.

5. If you could erase one popular catchphrase from the english language, what would it be?
I had one in my head, but by the time I went to type it, it was gone. (told ya I have short-term memory issues) I know I am guilty of several, and I know that I see and hear several that make me cringe, but none come to mind right now.

I am SO boring today.

Bonus (as in optional): The late, and very hot Michael Hutchence (INXS) once sang, "Words are weapons, sharper than knives" . What is the most hurtful thing you have ever said to anyone? Was it deliberate or accidental? What was the most hurtful thing ever said to you? Do you think it was deliberate or accidental?
I'm not sure that I have ever deliberately said anything specifically with the intent of hurting. I know I have had to say/admit things that resulted in hurt. That always feels awful.

As for what has been said to me, I have finally gotten over the worst one. It took me YEARS (like six), but I finally put it away. Before my son was diagnosed, and I was insisting that something was wrong, I was told that perhaps I had just "not anticipated how hard motherhood would be." In other words, it's YOU, not him. Was it said to deliberately hurt me? No. It was said out of denial. But the implication that I was responsible stuck with me for a long time. Every mother of a child on the spectrum goes through a period of blaming herself and questioning everything she ever did. Was it the swordfish I often ate, thinking I was being healthy? Was it the terbutaline I took for the contractions when I was six months pregnant? Was it the epidural? Was it the combination of all of these things? Was it the vaccinations that I allowed, not ever questioning the doctors or doing any research? Was I just a bad mom?

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Geez, seems like I'm ending on a downer, and I didn't intend to. I just have nothing else interesting to say today. Still trying to get into the swing of real life!

Have a great Tuesday!

No man needs a vacation so much as the person who has just had one.

~Elbert Hubbard

Before we get to the obligatory vacation pics (awe c'mon, you're already here, you might as well stay) this week's Manic Monday questions are...

Every person you have ever slept with is invited to a banquet where you are the guest of honor. No one will be in attendance except you, the collection of your former lovers, and the catering service. After the meal, you are asked to give a fifteen-minute speech to the assembly. What do you talk about?
The one thing we all have in common, of course. ME!

Oh boy, this would be fun! Can we divide them up into "The Ones I Did On Purpose," "The Ones I'd Like to Forget," and "The Ones I Actually DID Forget" (Who invited those guys? They don't look familiar at all.)

What's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?
The only thing different about rainy days is that the kids need a little more entertainment. We usually end up watching movies. Or sometimes I take them into town, hit Starbucks, then go next door to the toy store and wander around and play. It's a small town, and a small town store. They let you play, knowing that mom will cave in and let the kids pick out something small. Anyone else having their computer usurped for Webkinz World?

Are you a window person or an aisle person? Why?
I am SO low maintenance when it comes to picking out seats on a plane. I will take whatever I can get. I even purposely pick seats next to babies, knowing no one else wants to. I remember being *that mom*, and it's no fun to know that everyone around you resents you being there.

For a person who white-knuckles it, seat location isn't going to change anything, and any distraction is welcome.

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Now's your chance to run :)

No? Staying to be tortured? M'kay then, here we go. I made them small so they won't take up too much space. Click 'em to big 'em if'n you wanna.

We drove. A LOT. Eight hours to do a five hour drive. Gotta love beach traffic.

We played in the pool.

We played and relaxed at the beach.

When you're at the beach, you must get beach beads. When you get beach beads, you must wear them with attitude.

We played miniature golf. I was the master of the Hole-in-Two.

We went into town and shopped, ate, had coffee, and watch people crabbing off of the pier. This doesn't actually show any of that, but you can just imagine it in the background. I had to crop to his face. Other than the fact that he is wiped out, notice anything special? A REAL smile. A rare event in front of a camera. Not many self-respecting, card-carrying members of the autism spectrum can pull this off.

Happy Monday! School starts 4 weeks from today :)

A vacation is having nothing to do, and all day to do it in.

~Robert Orben

WW #13

1.) What material is your favorite for bed sheets?
I LOVE those t-shirt sheets. They are soooo soft, and they don't feel as cold when you climb into bed in the winter.

2.) How often do you masturbate?
I've gone insane, but have yet to go blind or grow hair on my palms.

3.) What takes you the longest to do while showering? (IE shaving, washing hair, etc)
Definitely shaving. When you're a chick and have to shave half of your body, it takes a while! I try to divide it up so that I'm not shaving all 3 areas at once.

4.) What do you think is the right amount of foreplay? Do you spend enough time readying your partner for sex?
Each time has it's own "right amount." Sometimes that's none, and sometimes it's a lot more. I am guilty of not giving enough thought to foreplay. I know that even if you guys are ready at the drop of a hat, you still appreciate a little play beforehand.

5.) Who tends to initiate sex more when you are in a relationship?
I do it less, although if there were no children around, I would do it more often, but during the day. That's just the way my body works.

6.) What birth control do you use?
NONE! I have been birth control free for 7 1/2 years, and it's great! My husband was kind enough to go under the knife after our daughter was born. We knew 2 was it for us.

7.) What is one thing your partner could do in bed that would instantly turn you off?
Call me by someone else's name. *lol* Yep, that would do it.

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It's Wednesday already? How time flies when you're doing nothing :)

Not So TMI Tuesday

Gonna have to pass on this one, folks. Bring back the thought-provoking questions, please!

I thought I was going to have something else to say besides "We have been to the beach, we have played in the pool, we have spent time in the hot tub, we have gone shopping, we have eaten too much...lather, rinse, repeat." The makings of an awesome family vacation, no? And it HAS been awesome. The weather has been beautiful, albeit hot as a mother. We love our secluded pool and hot tub. *wink* Duck has some very cute shops, and I got two new bikinis. Everyone is getting brown as could be, except me, of course. I AM sporting a gazillion new freckles, though. *scowl*

We got take out from my favorite restaurant, Sooey's. They have really good pulled pig (sorry, I just made at least one of you gag), but the BEST part is the awesome hush puppies and fried okra. We're talking honest-to-goodness genuine southern fried okra. Chopped small, battered, and deep fried until you can barely recognize that there used to be a vegetable inside. *Heaven*

For some reason, the free wifi (who am I to complain?) that the town of Duck provides won't allow me to upload pictures. I keep getting timed out on Blogger. I know you were all waiting with baited breath to see my vacation pics ;) Alas, you will have to wait.

Time to 'screen up the kiddos and head out to the beach!

If God dropped acid, would he see people?

-Steven Wright

Remember the newest medication? The one I said would be the last one I would try? Yeh. We're there.

It arrived in the mail yesterday (we do the three month thing with our insurance company), with instructions to take "one or two, one or two times a day." Thanks for nailing that down.

I took ONE, at about 1 pm. By 2:00, I was complaining about how tired I was, but I thought it was because I was up too late the night before. By 3:30, I was whining and wishing I could take a nap. By 5:00, I was driving to teach a spinning class and barely able to keep my eyes open.

"Exercise will wake me up," I thought.

No. No, it didn't. I barely got through my class. It was one of the most painful experiences. I couldn't think. I sat there counting down the minutes like my life depended on it. I was slurring. I was not ME. I don't think they noticed the slurring, but I know they noticed that I was quiet. It just hurt to be so tired.

My husband had taken my class, and I asked him to drive home because I knew I couldn't. I almost fell asleep in the car on the 1 1/2 mile drive. Instead of being awake and revved up like I usually am, I went to lay down, still in my bike clothes, at 6:30. My husband woke me up at 8:30 to ask if I was okay. He said I should eat something, and it was sooooo hard to wake myself up enough to sit up and eat. I managed to stay up until 10:00, and then went back to bed.

I'm done trying to add another medication to the one I already take. I'm doing well ENOUGH on that one. It's not worth it anymore. So I'm forgetful. So I'm distracted easily. So I hyperfocus on the things that are important to me. So I need a calender, email reminders from said calendar, and alarms on my microwave AND cell phone to get me where I need to be or remind me to do the things I'm supposed to do. It not the end of the world. It's just me. It's what makes me Biscuit.

I can live with it.

Those who say you can't take it with you never saw my husband pack the car for a vacation!

It's Thursday. Just stating the obvious. No good reason ;)

We leave Saturday for a week in the Outer Banks. That's in North Carolina for you west coast folks. Time to break out the valium suitcases and start packing. The second worse part of traveling is packing. You know what the very worst is, right? UNPACKING! The best? Arriving at a home that has nothing but flat, empty, uncluttered spaces. For about the first 30 minutes we're there, and then everyone is throwing shit everywhere, just like at home.

The kids are thrilled. The husband is thrilled. Can I be honest here? I'm filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. That's how I roll when it comes to family trips.

Let's face it, "vacations" with kids aren't any such thing. There's nothing relaxing about it. They can only take so much of the sun and water before it's time to find something else to do.

Bleh...I'm whining about a vacation. How awful am I?

I WILL HAVE FUN. I WILL RELAX. I WILL DRINK LOTS OF BEER.

And, if I can get a connection, I'll post some vacation pics throughout the week.

TMI Tuesday

1. What were you known as in HS (Jock, Princess, Geek)
None of the above. I wasn't really "known." I did a good job of blending into the scenery.

2. What were you really?
Scenery. Really, as far as school goes, I was one of those average, shy girls who looked at the floor a lot. I had a handful of very good friends, including Suthnuh (I was thinking of girls that last time, dude!), and kept to myself.

3. If you could go back and tell your 16 year old self one thing, what would it be?
That would have been too late. For it to be effective, I would have to go back and give my 15 year old self a piece of my mind. If you were to graph out my biscuitudeness, age 15 years and 7 months is where you'd see that spike that goes all the way off of the page.

Nice how I answered that without really answering it, isn't it? Biscuit still has a few secrets.

4. If you could erase one moment from your school days what would it be?
The moment mentioned in #3. Picture one of those old-fashioned traveling trunks, ginormous, with big straps and locks. Now fill it with shame and drag it around with you for 15 or so years until you FINALLY let yourself put it down and walk away.

5. Who did you not date (or more) that you wish you did?
I wish I had dated a lot of boys like most girls did, and that they had been from my own school. Don't get me wrong, the boy I dated in high school was a good guy. But I dated only him, and the fact that he went to another school, and we spent our weekends with his friends, didn't help me make friends at my own school. It contributed to my being a bit of a loner.

Bonus (as in optional): If you went to prom, describe your outfit.
It was the 80's, so it was the mandatory ugly, lacy, poofy, ribbony, hoop-skirty type of southern belle gown. My mom recently sent me a box of 5 or so dresses from high school and college, and good lord, they are so hideous. BUT, aside from the bigger boob area, I can get into them. They're tight, but I can do it.

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I spent yesterday just completely ill with a hangover. We went to see John Mayer at Merriweather Sunday night, and I had a little too much to drink, and not enough to eat. It was a good show, though. Boyfriend got some muscles! He used to be all soft and boyish, but has apparently carved out some time for a gym lately. Niiiiiice.

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We had TWO date nights this weekend! Saturday night, the kids went to parent's survival night at a local gym for kids, and we had 3 hours to ourselves. How did we use our time, you ask? Well, let's see...it involved a school playground, a red plaid skirt, and a camera :) You can see the results of that evening this coming Thursday.

By the way, school yards are supposed to be deserted at 8 pm on a Saturday night. So, to those of you who arrived to play tennis and got more than you bargained for, my apologies ;)

Wednesday Weirdness

Five things you always have in your refrigerator:
1.) Milk. If we get down to 1 container, the civil emergency siren goes off.
2.) Cheese
3.) Beer
4.) Leftovers
5.) Water


Five actresses/actors that you think are over-rated:
1.) Brad Pitt
2.) Natalie Portman. I'm sorry, Star Wars just killed any respect I had for her.
3.) Ben Affleck
4.) Julia Roberts
5.) Jack Nicholson


Five things around the house that you hate doing:
1.) The house.
2.) The house.
3.) The house.
4.) The house.
5.) The house.


Five of your favorite movies:
1.) Batman Begins
2.) Pulp Fiction
3.) A River Runs Through It (Yeh, I know, it's got Brad Pitt in it.)
4.) Fried Green Tomatoes
5.) Anything by Pixar


Five businesses/stores (IE Circuit City, Kohls, Hollister, Bed, Bath and Beyond, Home Depot, etc) you would love to win a $2,000 gift card to:
1.) Revolution Cycles
2.) Dick's Sporting Goods
3.) The Perfect Phit PLEASE click the link. You won't be sorry. I wonder if they have group packages. Who's in?
4.) Best Buy
5.) Ann Taylor Loft (What?! I CAN clean up every once in a while.)

I think you're smart, you sweet thing. Tell me your name, I'm dying here.

The Flys, Got You (Where I Want You)

Yep, it's Tuesday. Click the kissy lips to play along.

1. LUST: Besides your current Significant Other who do you lust for or have you lusted for?
I'm actually more of a "crush" kind of girl. Is that a deadly sin? If it's just all googly-eyed crush, does that count?

2. GLUTTONY: What food brings out your inner glutton?
Hey! Big surprise! You can answer this yourself, can't you? Cheese...stilton, gorgonzola, havarti, sharp cheddar, smoked gouda, brie...if it wouldn't make my ass two ax handles wide, I'd eat cheese and crackers and baguettes (Spelled that right the first time all by myself! I know! Surprised me too.) all day long.

3. GREED: What are you greedy for?
Hmm...what do I get the gimme's for? Sleep. Music. I'm not really a "stuff" kind of person. I guess everyone could use more money, especially these days, but I don't walk around wishing for more of it.

4. SLOTH: What is your plan for an ideal day of sloth?
Napping, snacking, listening to music, surfing the internet, talking to friends...all from the comfort of my bed. 'Cept I don't have wireless, so that plan goes right out the window. Yes folks, even with a laptop, I am limited to my little 5x5 area that consists of my chair in the living. I know, I know, jump into the 21st century already.

5. WRATH: Describe a time that you let out a can of whoop ass on someone.
*LOL* My husband has unfairly been the receiver of whoop-ass-in-a-can on a few occasions. Other than him, I can only think of a few times, and it's always been because someone messed with someone I love. I don't tend to defend myself to that degree very often, but fuck with someone I care deeply about, and the claws come out. And the words.

6. ENVY: Who or what do you envy? Why?
I envy people with space. I envy people with organizational skills. I envy people with lots of empty, flat spaces.

7. PRIDE: Have you ever had to swallow your pride? What are you proud of?
Are you kidding me? I've swallowed enough pride to feed a third world nation. I've also been the reason that others have had to swallow their pride. Not proud of that.

The current revolving door of medication trials requires that I swallow it some more. I mean, the latest one is one I've never even heard of. For fuck's sake, I am so tired of it. Frankly, this is it. I'm done after this one. There just isn't enough wrong with me to make it worth it anymore.

Having something to be proud of is rare for me. Allowing myself to feel pride is even more rare. The last six months have been a gift. I'm proud that I chose a difficult goal and achieved it, despite a gazillion roadblocks thrown in my way. I'm proud that I never even THOUGHT of giving up. I'm proud that 2 months after extremely invasive emergency surgery, I completed a training course that weeded out the toughest of weight trainers. I'm proud that 5 months after that surgery, I submitted an audition video for a weight training certification that earned me a full pass, which is not common.

I used to be thought of as a flake. Someone who never finished what they started. I guess that's not true anymore.

Tickle & Tease

Swiped this from Vixen. Can't pass up a good sex quiz, now can we?

Your result for The What's your sexual style? Test...

TYPE M

You scored 83 imagination, 54 confidence, 42 dominance, and 38 generosity!

You are a KINKY, CONFIDENT, SUBMISSIVE lover who prefers to RECEIVE.

This means that:

You like relatively kinky sex, and you have the great imagination that will always keep your partner guessing and excited! There's no getting bored with you around, you could never settle for dull sex, you want something fun and new all the time. You aren't afraid to try out anything you hear about. You might just be an intelligent lover who needs to be mentally engaged, or perhaps you have some dirty dark secret kinky desires, but either way, you're never boring.

You are pretty confident in bed. This means that you know you can please your lover. Maybe you've read a lot of sex manuals, or have the experience from previous lovers, or just tend to be skilled at whatever you get your hands on, but you're good and you know it. You can really get results and know that you have pure talent, so you won't be hiding away shy, pretending to be all innocent. Your partners love your naughty self assurance, you don't hesitate and this makes you a sensational lover.

You tend to be submissive in bed, so you prefer to go along with what your lover likes rather than your own plans. You might like being ordered around and acting out a slave/master fantasy, or perhaps you just get turned on by being helpless and unable to move. Or maybe it's as simple as you lacking courage so prefering firm instructions in bed to make sure you are doing things right. Either way, you won't be dominating your lover anytime soon, and might prefer the missionary position to any others.

You would rather Receive than Give. This usually applies more to Oral sex than anything else, and other types of foreplay. This could be for a number of reasons. Maybe you are just very hooked on the sensation of orgasm, maybe you feel you deserve to be treated like a god/goddess, maybe you just aren't confident about your skills when it comes to returning the favour. Maybe you are lazy. Or maybe your partner loves to give and that suits you fine, so everyone is happy. Either way, remember to be a giver sometimes too, as long as your partner likes it.

WE SUGGEST YOU TRY:
Being Blindfolded and even tied up with scarves, and letting your partner tease, tickle and delight you, in the most tempting way. You are confident and imaginative enough to not mind them doing all sorts of fun things to you, surprises and frustratingly out of your reach pleasure. Just like back and enjoy, and maybe you can return the favour, maybe not.

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I can't say that I disagree with a whole lot here. A few things, but for the most part, it nailed me ;)

Take The What's your sexual style? Test at HelloQuizzy

Happy Independance Day!

Have a safe and fun day. If you do fireworks at home, don't blow your fingers off. If you go to a display, don't get caught smuggling in your beer (What?! You don't smuggle beer everywhere you go?). If you're grilling, don't stab your in-laws when they back-seat your technique.

Happy 4th!

Wednesday Weirdness

After seeing this on Amorous Rocker's blog a few times, I've decided to play myself. Click on the button if you'd like to play, too!

1. Do you ever do your own fireworks show in celebration of the 4th of July? Do you go watch a display somewhere else? How do you celebrate?
Yes, we do some fireworks at home. It is actually illegal to do that where we live, but we do it anyway. It's only a few loud ones, and we do it early. The kid's favorites are the snakes, though, which make no noise and just leave charred places on the rocks.

We go to a display in a nearby town. Our town is too small to do their own. We park in a cemetery so that we don't get trapped in the traffic going in and out of the fair grounds. The kids love to walk around reading the grave stones, and there are always other kids to play with before the fireworks start. We bring snacks and drinks (beer for mom and dad, disguised in plastic cups), and hang out in the back of our minivan.


2. Do you ever buy extra fireworks while you can to stockpile and have extras packed away for whenever you feel like using them?
We can't buy fireworks here, since they are illegal, but there's a HUGE fireworks store on our way to Alabama when we go to visit my family. Sometimes, we stop there and stock up. The people who own the place are scary. Like, inbred kind of scary.

3. Would you ever get anything below the waist pierced?
No, but the truth is I'd like to. The healing time scares me. I just had the rim of my ear pierced, through cartilage, and it's still tender after about a month. Considering that I am in tight workout clothes and bike shorts, not to mention on a bike, 5 days a week...well, it would hurt. The possibility of a loss of sensation scares me, too.

4. Would you ever join the military?
No. I totally admire and am in awe of my friend Sam who did it at the age of 38. I just don't have what it takes. I might be able to get through the physical stuff, but I don't function on lack of sleep, and I wouldn't handle being yelled at very well. The lack of down time would make me crazy, as would the lack of contact with my family and friends. I just don't have that strength of character.

5. What is your favorite kind of cheese?
Any Bleu cheese, of course. But I also love Brie, Sharp Cheddar, Smoked Cheddar...I have met very few cheeses that I don't like!

6. What are three things you terrible at?
1. Clearing away clutter. I tend to ignore it because it overwhelms me.
2. Moving out of my "space" during exercise. Anything where I stand in place or sit is great. Stepping lunges, we're starting to have a problem. Step Aerobics...oh my god, I'm dangerous!
3. Auditory learning. I have to see, or better yet, do while watching, to get it. If you simply tell me how to do something that involves a few steps, I'm lost after the first one.

7. Do you always wash your hands after you use the restroom?
Always in public, when I remember at home.

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Jill just covered herself in Burt's Bees lotion because she was itchy, and she smells like she did when she was a baby. It's heavenly. Amazing that, after 7 years, it can bring back such memories.

I think I'll go hug her just so that I can inhale that lovely baby smell :)

TMI Tuesday

1. Do you believe in marriage?
So much, I've done it twice! So much, I begged my first husband to stay together even though the idea was ridiculous. *see answer to #5 if you don't know the back story So much, that even though the last year has had some difficult spots, I'm not going anywhere. It would be easy to give up, but what good is the promise if you just walk away when things get hard?

2. What is marriage to you?
A promise. A commitment to one person for the rest of your life. Being a team and working towards common goals. Being the "safe place" for your partner when the world is beating them up.

Having a person willing to put up with my crazy ass for THE REST OF HIS LIFE. I don't even want to know how many times he has regretted that decision.

3. If you are married, why did you do it? If you are not, why have you not married?
I suppose for the same reason that most people do. I fell in love, wanted to be together forever, and wanted a family.

4. Do you believe in divorce?
I think there are situations in which divorce is necessary, but I don't think it should be an easy out. It should be a last resort, especially when there are children involved.

5. If you are divorced, why did you do it? If you have not, are there certain circumstances under which you would agree to a divorce?
My first husband gave me the ultimate 2nd anniversary surprise. After being together for 8 years, married for 2, after I supported us while he went to law school, and conveniently after he landed a job with one of the top 3 law firms in DC, he announced that he was gay. I didn't get it at first. I really thought things would be okay. We can stay married as long as he loves me and won't act on it, right? Right? Thankfully, he was firm and said no. In the long run, it saved me additional pain.

Bonus (as in optional): [ed note:I am not trying to spark a get political debate, I am much to superficial for that]Do you believe that same sex marriages are a threat to traditional marriages?
Marriage is marriage is marriage. People who are against gay marriage are against "gay." They are just looking for a legal way to mess with a group of people they don't like.

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I got my own BodyPump class! It's at a club location (farther from my house than the two I usually teach at) and time (6:30 at night)that I'm not thrilled about, but I am in the position of having to prove myself again, so I'll take what I can get. Please please please let this turn out to be a fun group of people, or I'm going to be miserable.

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Siren was confused about my previous post. I was talking about two different Sundays. The double-booked Sunday (at a different club)was two weekends ago, and the subbing my mental health class was this past Sunday.

I wasn't very clear about that. I haven't been very "clear" in the head lately. I've been in a funk, but I think I'm coming out of it.

I'm looking forward to breaking the rut with our trip, my conference, and GoG. I'm kind of sad about this year's Gathering of the Goddesses. There's a possibility that Kelly and Palola won't be able to make it :( Someone else will have to be assigned the task of making me pee my pants laughing.

Any takers? Girls?