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Dancing Shiva

Ramblings and Rants From An UnCensored Woman

1.24.2007

Cause I'm a Woman



Lookie what I found! The old Enjolie commercial! This was my theme song when I was about four. No wonder I grew into such an amazingly sexy woman.

1.23.2007

Tell Your Friends....

Guys- just let me say this to you, the menfolk, that feel you can never do anything to please us.

If your woman is pissed- for whatever reason...she has PMS, you asked her if she has PMS (a true no-no), it's cloudy, whatever the reason, maybe it has nothing to do with you at all- just know this- rubbing her breasts will not get you out of trouble, suddenly cheer her up, or make her horny.

Feel free to let every other man you know in on this little secret.

1.21.2007

My Husband, Ladies and Gentlemen.......

We are in bed a few nights ago, snuggling and talking. Romantic and rare....and I say,

"You know what I love about you? You know just how to touch me. You always have touched me "just right". If you're rubbing my shoulders, or touching my arm...even the first time we slept together. It's like you just 'knew' how to do it".

And he says, "Oh, well....I opened a hotline before we did it the first time. People could call in and tell me about how Amy liked to be touched. I got hundreds of calls."

"Gee, it must have been really awkward when your dad called in."

(Silence and crickets on his part.) Finally, he smiles, and gives me a "Yeah."

"And two of your sisters."

He didn't utter another word the rest of the night, but we kept on snuggling and smiling. That conversation really sums up my marriage.

1.19.2007

2007

....Has begun with a freakish start. Most of all, I couldn't get into my own blog. I've been having trouble for quite some time. Seems it was my own damned fault.
So, I cannot wait to start blogging again. Just not this moment. Have so much to do, in-laws coming tomorrow. Quit smoking. Mostly. Weight 131. Need to keep track. Must get to goal weight. I tried on a swimsuit the other day. Suprisingly, it's not my fat ass that is the issue....I feel like someone stretched me out at the play-dough factory, and just stuck me back together. Although I am tightening back up, I just still feel so......missshapen. Is that a word?