Monday, March 1, 2010

Um, Ooops?

Well, I’ll tell you that I honestly had no idea what I was thinking. But, in the end? It all worked out.

Mighty mighty fine.

Even if Adam swears he hates us both.

The Ties that Bind… and Break Us

I will admit that, when my phone rang early this morning, I had harbored some strange hope that it was Zac calling, asking to meet for an indulgent breakfast in lieu of waiting until our late lunch/early dinner date. But then, reality dawned and I remembered that he didn’t have my phone number.


Looking down at my display, I saw the familiar visage of my wayward husband. I was shocked on two counts: one – I hadn’t heard from him in much too long and two – it wasn’t much past 7 AM. So, he was most likely just staggering home after a long night of well, whatever he’d been up to for the past month.

“Hello?” I deadpanned. Can’t let him think that I was too eager to be talking to him. Besides, after the reaming Albie gave me after having ‘caught me in the act’, I proceeded to get extremely wasted last night and fervor was just not in my range of abilities today.

“Hey, Cookie. We need to talk.”

Ya think? And he was entirely too cheerful for my tastes. “What was your first clue? That we haven’t spoken in um, oh, let’s see… over a fucking month?

He sighed loudly into the phone. I debated hanging up on him but managed to resist. Barely. “You’re overreacting.”

Me? Me? Okay. Maybe a little. “Fine then. Explain where the fuck you’ve been.”

“We have a problem, Cookie. A serious one.”

“We? What have I done to cause any problems?” Aside from accepting a phone number from a strange man?

“Listen, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to do it, and you know I’d never do anything to hurt you intentionally…”

That was about the point where I stopped listening. He’d been out gallivanting with his ex-lover, and I could only imagine what kinds of problems have cropped up during that time. I really didn’t want to, but suddenly very vivid images were flying through my mind.

“Ali? You know I love you and that I’d never do anything to hurt you, right?”

Oh, he was talking to me again. “But?”

He hadn’t been expecting that, I don’t think. I think he was planning on hearing some sort of gushing profession of love and devotion. Sorry, currently all out. “But, well, I didn’t mean to but somehow I did anyway and…”

“You didn’t mean to do what exactly, Blake?” I knew what was coming and yet, I was still scared to death. I didn’t want to hear those four words pass through his lips. I really wanted to be overreacting, just for once, let it be my imagination. Let him have a reasonable excuse. Just this one time…

Another sigh. “I slept with Leslie.”

Obviously, no such luck for me today.

“And she thinks she’s pregnant.”

Stupid. Mother. Fucker.

I hung up.

And then I debated calling Zac and cancelling.

Next, I cried.

And when I stopped? I decided to say, ‘Fuck you, Blake’ and had every intention of going out and having a good time tonight. And my brother be damned.

I did, however, call Zac.

And told him to be ready.

Because I was a free woman.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010


Oh. Mah. Gawd.

I don’t know if it was all the tequila or if he really was that cute, but I was seated near the. Most. Gorgeous. Man. Ever. at Hanger’s last night. And I swear, he looked right at me and smiled.  Several times.


Sometimes, it sucks to be so devoted to a worthless man.

Wait, I can’t honestly say that. I don’t know why he hasn’t called, or answered my calls, or returned my e-mails, but until I know that there’s something afoot, I can’t call him worthless.

And honestly? I’m probably delusional thinking that such a young, handsome man was smiling at me. I mean, don’t I have MOM written across my forehead? Yeah, what a turn off.

Ah, well… it was nice while the delusion lasted.

And there are always my dreams.


Monday, February 8, 2010

In a Bad Place

I had thought that when Blake came home and announced that he had a new tour scheduled, that it would be a good thing. 

I was wrong.

But I really had no idea just how wrong I was. 

Because after he said he was due in New York in three weeks, he announced who his new touring partner was going to be.  For the next eighteen months.

Leslie Morgan.

What?  Why?  What did I do to deserve this?  I mean, really.  I know he needs to work and that he’s been home much too long (ask me how I know), but does he really need to go back to work with his ex-bitch?  Err, I mean his ex-girlfriend?

I don’t think so. 

But I do however, think I need a drink.

He’s been gone for six weeks now.

And I haven’t heard from him in four.

Neither has my brother nor Billy heard a word from him.  Normally, I wouldn’t worry so much about this, but for some reason, I have a very, very bad feeling.  And it’s only getting worse as time goes by.

About that drink…

Monday, August 17, 2009

Sexual Astrology

While surfing this afternoon I came across an interesting article that you can find here.  So, I first looked up myself, because if nothing else, I know my preferences better than anyone else’s.


Sexual Style: "Cancers don't just fall into bed," says Vega. For the most part, the extremely emotional crab wants a relationship, and once she has you in her claws, she doesn't want to let go. These intense, serious, possessive lovers zero in on one partner with whom to engage in all of their favorite sensual activities. While they may be shy initially, they're tender and deeply affectionate once they feel comfortable.

Sexually Compatible Signs: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn, Scorpio, Pisces

Huh.  Okay.  Emotional, okay, maybe even extremely so.  I’ll admit to that.  Not wanting to let go?  Okay.  I’ll go for that too.  But possessive?  Really?  Hmmm…

So, while I pondered all that, I thought I’d look up my Cowboy’s sign as well, just out of curiosity.


Sexual Style: This cerebral, verbal sign is stimulated mentally first and physically second. Once you've got him excited, drag him into the bedroom before he gets distracted, since Gemini minds wander easily. Sex is sure to be hot and heavy, and probably pretty chatty. "They like to talk during sex; they like to talk about sex," says Vega. Lounging around makes those born under the sign of the twins nervous, so don't take it personally when your Gemini wants to get out of bed after he climaxes.

Sexually Compatible Signs: Libra, Aquarius, Aries, Leo, Sagittarius

Well, I am shocked.  They’re wrong from the get-go.  Cerebral?  Mentally stimulated?  My Blake?  WTF?  His mother is lying about his birth date, she has to be.  Okay, verbal I can get behind and easily distracted too, just not when sex is an option.  He’s totally focused at that point.  And what did that say?  Hot and heavy sex?  Ohhh yeaaaaaaaaah, that’s for certain.  Oh, and ::snickers:: chatty sex?  ::snerk::  I swear to the high heavens… that boy just doesn’t ever shut the hell up.  So yeah, I’m all behind chatty.

I just think that it’s really odd that our signs aren’t supposedly compatible, but here we are.  In the real world we may have our rough spots, but in the bedroom?  Not a chance.  110% together all the way…

So, was that all TMI?

Not that I care…