Random thoughts on a Sunday morning

I should really get off Tumblr and work on my Sunday school reading

My son didn't feel good all last night.  I feel bad for him, but I love holding him as we sleep.

The weather should be colder, but i like running without 4 layers of clothes.

I had an orgasm yesterday that was totally underwhelming

"The Hunger Games" was a good book but a boring movie.

It's been a quiet week with my blogger friends.

My daughter is going through a rough time as her best male friends chase after the rich girls.

I made a new friend on-line this week.  She is beautiful but lives in my home town.  that is wonderfully, but it makes me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time.

My pastor's daughter is a real bitch, and he can't see it.

Two of my main friends are on vacation and one is really busy, I miss them when they are away

I love the hour before everyone else wakes up.

My crock pot pork ROCKED last night

• Pork Shoulder Blade Roast - Boneless - trim the fat, cut into natural sections
• 1/2 yellow onion sliced, not diced
• 1 orange pepper - large, cleaned and seeded
• 4 -6 tablespoons spicy yellow mustard
• 1 can Campbell's cream of onion soup (with Garlic)
• lots of fresh ground pepper
• a few shakes of salt
• just enough water to rinse the soup can (not a lot)
• i put in the onions, then meat, pepper and salt, the Orange pepper, the soup, the water, put it on high for 5 hours and it was perfect.  The drippings made a wonderful gravy, I had trimmed most of fat so it wasn't fatty, and I served it with potato slices (like large hash browns), corn, and a green salad.  I ROCKED IT!

I'm typing quietly because my penis is sleeping.

Have a great Sunday.

(and I just got big news from a very special friend.  I am very proud of her.)

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Too much time

It’s been a quiet weekend, not a slow one, just quiet, a calmness, a lull in the action, a bit of the doldrums.  No sex, a few activities, nothing traumatic, yet nothing exciting either.  It was one of those times when you start to think too much, about life, the pain you have, the pain you’ve missed, the pain of others, the pains yet to come.

It was a a weekend of sitting quietly on the edge and watching other lives go by.  I sat at a table for a church youth banquet as other families dropped in, sat down, and played out their own dramas.  Young mothers with missing husbands, old couples who still held hands, another which came in together and didn’t interact for the next 2 hours.  They sat at different tables to eat, talked in different conversations, and, at the end, walked out together as if they were strangers in an arranged car pool, merely sharing a ride. 

I watched my friend’s daughter work the room, she’s 17 now, beautiful, tall, and a bit of a player.  She smiled at all the boys as her mom watched her flit about.  She used to be sweet, innocent, a little girl, now she’s sexy, attractive and attracted, and dangerous.  She is a girl done wild.  But you have to watch.  You have to se the changes in her.  You would need to know her then, and now.  Now, she is a potential mate, a lover, a mistress, a _______.  A wife?  Eventually, yes.  She was so nice a few years ago, she’s nice now, but changed, and her parents know it.

A newly divorced dad comes by himself, the widow hobnobs with her friends that she didn’t have before he passed, and the overwhelmed mom from down the street allows her kids to run crazy for two hours, just happy to have someone else doing the cooking. 

So I sit, and I watch, I commiserate in my head with the divorced dad, wishing him well and envying him just a little while I don’t wish to be in his shoes. 

I have too much free time to think these days.  Way too much time.

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