I'm going to ramble here.  Just so you know.  If you want, you can leave and not read; I won't be offended.

There is nothing going on around here.  Nothing notable, anyway.  Not that that's ever stopped me from blogging about it before...I mean, I wrote a blog about pie crusts, for crying out loud!  This time, though, I really can't think of a single topic that's deserving of an entire article all to itself, so I'm just going to let my thoughts meander and blame it on my age.

I was reading an article last night about sex.  All kinds of sex, from all points of view.  I have decided that, in trying to keep the 'spark' alive, I have been missing out on the one thing I like the most - the vanilla flavored staple sex that most married couples are intimately aware of.  Forget the whips and chains, the doing it in unusual places, the 'aides' and lotions and potions and such.  Give me our bed, some clean sheets, some solitude and my husband anyday.  The familiar (but not boring) touch, the tastes, the sounds - the way he touches my face, the way he kisses me - the way I feel at home and happy and content when we're there.  It might sound mundane, but it's not.  It might sound routine, but it's not.  I guess you have to have been married a while to dig what I'm talking about.  There's nothing wrong with a little variety, but vanilla is what I like the best.

What's with people playing their car stereos so damn loud?  Here's a hint:  if I'm in my house, with the doors and windows all shut, the TV on, the central air running, and if I'm in the room furthest away from the street and I can still hear your car stereo - it's too loud!!!  I'm not too old to appreciate loud music, but c'mon people - that's the kind of loud that will cause you to be stone deaf by the time you're 50.

I hate my husband working nights.  We never sleep together much anymore, and I miss that.  he comes home as I'm getting up and goes to work as the kids are coming home from school.  We get to sleep in the same bed at the same time one or 2 nights a week.  I don't like it at all.  But, it's better than not seeing him at all, which was the case all last year.

I'm going to see a neuro-surgeon for my back soon.  The herniated disc is going to have to come out, it's been really quite painful.  There's no guarantee that the surgery will fix anything because I may be left with permanent damage, but it's worth a shot as far as I'm concerned.  I think that I'm going to end up using a cane to walk with if I don't get anything done...and I don't want that.  I mean, I'll do it if it means I can get around easier, but I'd rather not.

I think I'm going to go and stencil some chicken wire border in my kitchen now....maybe paint a little sign above my kitchen window that reads 'happy hearts roost here' and have some roosters on either side of it (my kitchen is rooster oriented, in csse you thought I had lost my mind).

I have to have some coffee first though....can't make it through the morning without my regular fixes of caffiene!

later, JoeU!