Aimee's Entry - Writing 101.

I’m going to have to tag a disclaimer to this blog entry.

THE CONTENT IN THIS BLOG ENTRY CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT ADULT MATERIAL THAT SOME PEOPLE MAY FIND OFFENSIVE. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 AND/OR IT IS PROHIBITED BY LAW FOR YOU TO READ STORIES CONTAINING EROTICA, SOME OF WHICH YOU MAY FIND GRAPHIC IN NATURE, THEN PLEASE - STOP HERE.

And if you just don’t get down with sexually explicit material, read yesterday‘s entry, it’s nice and wholesome. And hey, there’s even a picture of my adorable (not) face. Speaking of yesterday’s entry, I still have to type up Cameron’s explanation for the “rug burn” incident. I promised Raph that if Cameron gave me a creative explanation, I’d share. So, it’s coming Raph. He didn’t disappoint me.

But right now, I have to touch on a subject that’s near and dear to my heart. Writing. I’m not a published author, nor am I in any way, shape or form an authority on writing but as someone who loves to write and read, I know what I like. And I know what I don’t.

I was bored last night so I cruised through some sites and did some reading. And as I was reading, I noticed a lot of nit-picky things that bothered me and since I’m obsessive compulsive about some stuff, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. So, I’m going to talk about it.

This is an excerpt from something that I wrote (and here’s where the Disclaimer comes into play).
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“I love the way you feel in my hands.” she moaned and moved her hand teasingly up and down the length of his cock.

He couldn’t think straight, it was a wonder he was still breathing. She’d been innocent when he’d taken her and every time she’d touched him since, there had been an edge of nervousness but not tonight. There wasn’t one nervous fucking thing about the way her hand was stroking his cock.

“Fuck, that feels good baby.”

She slid down off the seat and landed on the floorboard between his knees. He was still hot and hard, pulsing in her palm and she used her free hand to push his boxers down as far as she could get them.

“I wanna taste you.” she whispered, leaning forward and closing her mouth over the tip of his cock.

“Oh-My-Fucking-God.” His hips bucked up and he involuntarily pushed himself deeper into her mouth.

He froze, afraid that he’d hurt her or scared the shit out of her by pushing so roughly into her mouth. But she just moaned and pulled her hand away so that she could sink her mouth down more fully, sheathing his cock.

The feeling of being embedded fully in her mouth, of knowing that he was the first one she’d ever taken into her mouth like this, was enough to bring him to his knees.

“Am I doing this right?” she whispered and the vibration of her words against his cock almost did him in.

“Fuck yes.” he hissed and fought to hold on but the battle was futile. He was so close to the edge, he could fucking taste it.

She was moving her mouth up and down his shaft, running her hot, moist tongue over the sensitive flesh. It was too much, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Stop baby. Please. I’m gonna cum,” he moaned brokenly, “and I don’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

“I want you to. I wanna taste you.”

His whole body tensed and he exploded, his orgasm ripping through him. He didn’t even have time to think about it and he didn’t think he could’ve stopped it if he tried. His cum pumped out in thick, syrupy streams, flooding her mouth. She didn’t pull away like he’d expected her to. Instead, she kept her mouth closed tightly over his cock until he’d released every last drop.
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Now, why is Aimee sharing her pervy writing with us, you ask. Well, one reason would be because pervy is all I write. I write erotica folks, that‘s it. Spank me. But the real reason is because I’m using it as an example. I write, the way I want to read. Does that make sense? No? Well basically, when I write something I try to tackle it from a readers perspective because honestly, I don’t just write for myself. I write for every reader out there that happens to stumble upon one of my stories.

Did you find that excerpt easy to read?

Well imagine, if you will, that excerpt as one big, never ending paragraph. No spaces. No separation. Nothing. Would you enjoy reading it like that? I know I wouldn’t it. I’d get lost in the middle and end up rereading sentences in my quest to find where I left off. I’d eventually get annoyed and give up. Spacing is important. It breaks up dialogue and description and just basically makes it easier on the eyes.

Now, how about this?
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His whole tensed and exploded, his orgasm ripping him. He didn’t even have time think about and he didn’t think could’ve stopped it if he tried. His cum pumped out thick, syrupy streams, flooding mouth. She didn’t pull away like expected her to. Instead, she kept her mouth closed tightly his cock until released every last drop.
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Hmm, it just doesn’t seem complete, does it? There’s some key words missing in there. Now, the reader could probably fill in the blanks, if they were so inclined but why would they want to? They’re there to read the story not edit it. Missing words here and there is okay. Everybody does it, I know I have BUT missing several words in what would be considered a small paragraph so that the paragraph sounds choppy and incomplete is bad. It doesn’t take long to go back and check for missing words and the results are well worth the extra minutes.

I think that’s the crux of what was bothering me. So, I believe I’m done and if I came off sounding like an ass, I’m sorry. I certainly didn’t mean to. And, if you’re thinking, “Whatever Aimee, put up or shut up.” I suppose I’ll have to do that ;)

Aimee's Entry - The Joys of Motherhood...

Remember the rambling I did about my adorible child yesterday? Christ, that little hellion is going to be the demise of my sanity. I'm sitting here at work earlier and I get a call from his preschool.

"Umm, I'm not sure how to explain this but well, Cameron and his friend were playing on the merry-go-round and you know how we have that golf carpet out on the playground, well they--"

She paused, so I prompted, "Yes..."

"Well you see, they decided to lay down on their stomachs while it was spinning and their heads were rubbing against the carpet and--"

Pause. Prompt. "Uh huh?"

"Well, Cameron has rug burn on his forehead."

Oh God, I laughed. I couldn't stop myself. Is that horrible of me? But I swear, my kid does the strangest things. And the sad part is, I won't even be able to give him a proper reprimand because the wise ass will probably have some kind of perfectly logical explanation for why he had to do that.

Oh well, sanity be damned.

And speaking of work (I mentioned work earlier, didn't I?). I swear to anything holy, our warehouse guy is a walking disaster. I kid you not. He hurt himself (again). *Sighs*. He's going to be fully responsible for snapping that last, rapidly thinning strand that's holding my temper in check. In the last month, he's drilled through his finger TWICE, smashed his thumb with a hammer, cut himself on what, I'm still not sure of and today as he was hanging from the parts shelves (which is a fucking No-No, BTW) he punctured his skin with a nail. God help me, if I have to have one more talk about proper safety etiquette with the guy, I'm going to blow a gasket. I told him today, "Look - quit fucking hurting yourself, okay? Cause if you don't cut this shit out, I'm gonna fucking kill you myself just to save myself the frustration. Clear?"

I need a vacation.

Oh, guess what? I actually figured out the whole picture thing all by myself. Go Aimee. So, whether you want to see me or not, here I am.



And I'm not the sexy blonde, that gorgeous creature is my sister. I'm the other one. LOL.

Aimee's Entry - Out of the Mouths of Babes...

You know that saying, “Kids say the darndest things…”? Truer words have never been spoken. Cameron (my son) is 5 years old and he’s a gabber, he likes to talk - A LOT (he probably gets that from me and well, all those other crazy kids in preschool, of course). But some of the things that come out of his mouth just floor me.

Like this morning, it was about 6:30 and I was being my usual cranky self (I’m not a morning person). Plus, I was running late so it was basically smash and grab around here. Well, I pulled some gray cotton shorts with yellow trim out of his drawer and dug around looking for a t-shirt, finally found one - a nice bright yellow one, clothes in hand I turned around to get the little monster dressed.

He looked at the outfit then looked up at me with a disgruntled look and said, “Mom, that yellow does NOT match with that yellow.”

I snorted and said, “What are you? The fashion police?”

Well, he let me dress him in the mismatching yellows (I know, I know - I should be ashamed but I was in a hurry). So we pile into the car for the ride to school and out of nowhere comes the Darth Vader conversation. My brave and fearless son is scared of nothing (yeah right) and he (at 5) was explaining to me that he thinks I should let him watch all the Star Wars movies. I disagreed, I told him that when I was a little girl, I used to be afraid of Darth Vader so, I thought maybe he should wait until he’s a bit older and my sweet, loving child pipes in from the back seat, “Sissy.”

Oh. My. God. He called me a sissy. The little smartass.

And last but not least, on the way home from school Cameron decided to change from the cute, funny mood of the morning and cross over into rough seas, he might as well have knocked me over the head with a sledgehammer.

He blurted out, “Hailey doesn’t have a mom, only a dad and that’s not cool. Kyle and I told her, ‘Ha, ha - we have a mom and you don’t.’”

I about rear ended someone, I said, “Cameron, that wasn’t nice. You and your friends shouldn’t say things like that to Hailey.”

He innocently replied, “Why? It's true. She doesn’t have a mom. If I didn’t have a dad I couldn’t play video games and that wouldn’t be cool.”

Well, how the hell was I supposed to answer that? How are you supposed to have a talk about the concept of ‘single parenthood’ with a five year old. Through luck and a lot of hedging, I managed to navigate my way through it without having to get technical but I was sweating for a second there. God, just wait until we have to have the sex talk? Even if it's 10 years down the road, I'll probably go into a panic.

Oh, I almost forgot - today at work, I felt so loved. They had flowers delivered, I got two cards signed by everybody and they bought me lunch. How sweet. *Sighs*

Ok, I'm done babbling. Night y'all.

Aimee's Entry - What Can I Say? I Love These Silly Quizzes!

Jason commented on the beauty of Karma last night so I thought I'd post this.

You Have Good Karma

In general, you like to do the right thing when it comes to others. Your caring personality really shines through. Sure, you have your moments of weakness - and occasionally act out. But, all in all, your karma is good... even with those few dark spots.

How's Your Karma?

I found the link to that quiz site on Anonyboy's blog. So, thanks Anonyboy, I spent a good amount of time amusing myself with random quizzes :) Oh, and his blog is cool. You should check it out.

Aimee's Entry - Maybe I'm Too Liberal...

Through the loopy rigmarole of everyday life, I find myself privy to a lot of varied conversations between people and when I actually listen, it never fails that some of these conversations always leave me pondering certain aspects of them. So, here's what I'm pondering today. Oh, just so you can't say I didn't warn you, I will undoubtedly end up back atop my soapbox once more. I know that I spend a lot of time there but, Christ, when I actually pay attention to some things people say, it gets under my skin. And my language will most likely be deplorable - sorry.

1. Why does society and just people in general feel the need to issue labels where certain people are concerned? I mean seriously, why must we stereotype people based on what we "think" we know about them? We don't "really" know them and, 9 out of 10 times, what you see on the surface isn't always what you get. Just because Susie Q likes to flirt, that does NOT make her a whore for fuck's sake. Ya know, it brings to mind that old saying, "Don't judge a book by it's cover."

2. Why would any woman want to be labeled a 'God-Fearing Woman'? Now, don't get me wrong here... I believe in God, absolutely. I was raised by good people who didn't force religion on my sister and I but made us aware of it. BUT have you ever seen and/or heard the definition of a "God-Fearing Woman"? It just strikes me as such an antiquated term. Maybe it's just me? But I have some issues with the term. #1 - I will NOT, absolutely not obey my husband. It ain't happening. We're in an equal partnership and that partnership does not include my obedience. #2 - I absolutely refuse to be ashamed of the fact that I wasn't a virgin on my wedding night. Why should I be considered any less "Christian" because I had sex before marriage? #3 - Why should any woman feel guilty because they're not a "stay-at-home" mom? You do what you have to do to survive and that doesn't mean you think less of God. I have other issues with this but I'm just going stop right there.

3. Why are people so fucking prejudice? It just fucking burns my ass when I run into some narrow minded, prejudice asshole. I swear, they're talking to me and I'm busy thinking, "I must've been absent the day they handed out stupid passes - thank God!!" I get so agitated when people assume that just because someone is a certain ethnicity that they wouldn't understand something. What?!? Because someone is a different ethnicity than you or they have different beliefs than you, that makes them stupid? NO. Man oh man, I have a treasure trove of issues with prejudice. There was a discussion earlier today about 'American Idol' tonight and someone said, "I'm glad that Anwar was voted off last week. I heard he's gay and I just couldn't look at him the same after I heard that." I had to literally bite my tongue to keep myself from smacking that person silly. I said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute, let me get this straight... because you heard that Anwar is gay, you can't look at him the same way anymore? Why the fuck not? Does knowing he's gay mean he can't sing as well as he did before you knew?" Come on... was she serious? Hell, maybe it's me? Maybe I'm just too liberal and I'm working off some seriously twisted set of values but if that's the case then I'll be damned if I'll untwist myself.

Okay, enough of that, now I've got my dander up. On a happier note, health wise, I feel halfway decent today. YAY.

Well, that's about it for me, I've blabbed enough for one day. Do your eyes hurt? Sorry...

Angie's Entry - I'm a little pissed off today

So before you read any further, please be warned: When I get angry I tend to make truck drivers cry with the blatant use of four, five and six letter words. In other words, I swear - A lot. So if you are easily offended by foul language, especially from a woman, please turn away now.

I'm so fuckin mad at my ex-boyfriend right now that I couldn't even call his pussy ass back last night without screaming at him. He fucked me over so bad while we were together and it's been six years since we broke up and he's still trying to fuck me over. Now it's entirely possible that I'm over-reacting but I don't think so. So now I have to call his mom myself and straighten things out with her because he's too much of a fucking coward to stand up for me. Not that I expected him to. But dude - can't you leave me the fuck alone?? I moved on with my life, I got out of yours and you still can't fuckin stand up for me? You can't come to my defense just one fuckin lousy time!! It's the VERY least you could do for me you lyin, cheating, selfish son of a bitch!!

It's been six goddamn years and I'm still the one you blame everything on!! I'm still the fuckin bad guy because you're a fuckin pussy!! Leave me alone!! I didn't do anything wrong!! When I fuckin moved out I took what was mine, I took what I fuckin paid for you cheap son of a bitch! I fuckin asked you if I could have it and you didn't fuckin care! You didn't care when your mom gave it to "us". Which is fuckin ridiclous because I was the one who liked it, you didn't. You didn't want it then, you didn't want it when she asked you about it a fuckin year ago and the ONLY reason you want it now is because she told you it's worth $200. That's the only reason you want it back. I don't even care how much it's worth. I don't care if it's worth $5 or $500!! Cause unlike you, not everything of value has a fuckin price tag attached you materialistic, greedy, 'it's all about me' jerkoff!! You must really get off on hurting me don't you? It spins your wheels doesn't it? You live to make me feel bad don't you?

So now I have to be the one to call and play innocent with your mom, thanks a lot you fuckin prick! I have to swallow my fuckin pride so she doesn't fuckin hate me cause you can't open your fuckin mouth and tell her it's YOUR fault!! God forbid you ever take responsiblity for ANYTHING!! You wanna know why you can't pick up a phone and call me? Because the guilt eats at you like a virus that won't go away!! Good! I hope it does! I hope you can't ever face me! You don't have the balls you piece of shit.

God! I have never felt such complete and utter repulsion for anyone but you my friend, you, take the whole kit and kaboodle.

But thank you for the reminder of why I don't talk to you, see you or want to even know you now. It just reminds me of how much better I am than you and your petty nonsence. How much more of an adult I am and how much I've grown and changed since you.

Aimee's Entry - Today Was A Good Day...

I am in such a funky mood today. And it’s not a bad funky, it’s a good funky. Weird. Cause I’m figuring with the sinus headache I’ve got, I should be cranky but I’m not. It’s probably delirium from lack of sleep. Sleep all day, up all night. Shrugs. Paybacks a bitch

Once upon a time… Angie and I had another blog through Tripod but I hated it so, I moved us over here and we just started over. I’m happier, Angie’s happier (are you?) BUT the one thing that I loved about Tripod was the snap-your-fingers and it’s done way you could post pictures. Now you see, over here… I get the whole you have to host your pics on the web thing, I use Image Shack but in my mentally depleted, computer illiterate mind, it just doesn’t work for me. What the hell am I doing wrong? I’d have Angie figure it out and then try and explain it to me but, well, she’d just toss the towel in after a while and do it herself. So, if anyone has major patience, I’d love to know how in thee heck you post a frickin’ picture without developing a migraine.

So, I was talking to Sky on AIM last night and she was super excited because she got her tickets to the AMT3 show in NY and well, dude, I got an e-mail from Ticketmaster today and tickets for the AMT3 show in West Palm Beach go on sale this Saturday at 11:00 AM. Whoot Whoot. I’m not exactly in a fit of helpless giggles - yet. But just wait, come Saturday I’ll be as giddy as a hapless schoolgirl on speed. Can’t wait. You can laugh at me all you want on Saturday Sky, I won’t even grumble.

Have I mentioned that it’s supposed to be hotter than purgatory tomorrow? 86 or some craziness like that. I don’t have any problems with warm weather but can’t we keep it in the mid 70’s? A body could wilt in the late 80’s. Sheesh. And that’s all I’m going to say about the weather before Angie feels tempted to do some kung fu shit on my ass (I’m sorry Angie). Watch, I’m going to go and visit her one day and she’s going to pick like the coldest day, smack dab in the middle of winter to pay me back for all the times I’ve bitched and moaned about the weather in South Florida. Be Gentle With Me Angie.

And on a final note, I am proud to say that I am absolutely, completely, 100 percent done with all the back editing on peoples stories that I had piling up!! YAY!! I played catch up today and I am free and clear. Go Me.

Ok, I’m out. Night y’all.

Aimee's Entry - Grumpy Day...

Christ. I’m in a nasty bad mood today. It’s one of those days where I want to grind my teeth every time the dog trots up to me with that adoring look etched on his scrunchy little face. What the hell does he have to be so happy about? But instead I just bend down and give him a little pat. It isn’t his fault I’m in a bad mood. It’s no ones fault really but, alas, I’m still feeling grumpy. It’s probably because my cold is acting up today (chills, fever, coughing, stuffy head, sinus headache - OUCH) and because I felt icky, I decided to sleep the majority of the day away. Now I’m bitchy, that’ll teach me.

And seeing as how I was only up for a grand total of three and a half hours so far today, I didn’t do jack. What a waste of a day and tomorrow’s Monday. Back to the grind.

Oh well, that’s the breaks. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll feel human.

Oh and one last thing before I go, America Online SUCKS!!!

EDITED TO ADD: I'm looking for any writing contests that are going on in the near future to add to our writing forum. I haven't updated that sucker in AGES. So, if anyone knows of any please let me know. Thanks, Aimee.

Aimee's Entry - Mmm, My Favotite Hot Spots...

Well gosh, since I’m still consumed by thoughts of sex, I figured, why switch topics, eh?

Yesterday I bravely confessed my love for Erotica (LOL), so today I figured I’d share some of my favorite reading spots. Here goes…

Literotica

This site offers everything. Anal, BDSM, Celebrities, Erotic Couplings, Exhibitionist & Voyeur, Fetish, First Time, Gay Male, Group Sex, How To, Humor & Satire, Lesbian Sex, Mature, Mind Control, Noncompliance/Reluctance, Novels/Novellas, Fantasy, Toys & Masturbation, Transsexuals & Crossdressers and many more… They also offer both erotic and non-erotic poetry.

True Dirty Stories

This site offers “true” sex stories submitted by people all around the world.

Bedtime Stories

This guy writes the sweetest damn stories about guys falling in love with other guys. There’s this one story ‘The New Year’ that’s just phenomenal. I’d beg, borrow and steal to get him to finish it.

Shadyfiction

This site is strictly devoted to “fan fiction” written about Eminem. Whether you’re a fan of Eminem or not, they’ve got some really talented authors hosted at this site. And some really HOT stories. But, I must warn you, that this site isn’t strictly erotic reading material. Most of the stories hosted are fictional stories, kind of like novels based on Eminem, so you may not get to the juicy parts without reading through a few chapters first.

Erotica Readers & Writers Association

This site has different categories you can play around in that offer erotica book suggestions, erotica galleries (stories and poetry), adult movie suggestions and a toy playground (FUN) ;)

Reality In Dreams

And this, ladies and gentlemen is “our” site. It’s hosted by myself and Angie and as of now, it basically only hosts Eminem “fan fiction” and most of it has a good amount of naughty bits (I should know, Angie and I wrote it all - LOL) but there’s also some awesome poetry written by Christie (that’s my sister) and there’s some poetry by me too but I’m not going to talk myself up here.

Aiight, y’all… I hope you have fun at my tawdry little playgrounds. Enjoy.

And thanks Raph for the link to nifty, I haven’t spent much time there to date but I’ll rectify that.

Now, on a down note, and I hate to do this because I was having such fun BUT I feel I must. I’m not one of those people who makes friends easily, especially face to face. I know that certain people will disagree with me on that (Ang, Tine, Thaly, Sky, Veronica - I love you all) but, alas, it’s true. I don’t. What I make well are acquaintances that I hope will turn into friends and the majority of those are on the internet (my face to face friends are very few and far between). So, through this whole blog thing, I stumbled upon a guys blog that I really enjoyed. After I’d read his current entry I went back through his archives and read all of his entries. I had a blast and I kept coming back. From his entries I could tell that he was a great guy and I enjoyed reading his entries everyday because they made me smile, think, feel. All very powerful emotions. If you can move my emotions in any way, whether it’s making me smile, laugh, frown, cry - then you’re someone I want to know. Well he's disappeared into that vast blue nowhere and I think that sucks. So, Jason, I’ll miss visiting your world everyday and I hope you keep in touch.

Ok, I’m out. Night y’all.

Aimee's Entry - What's the BIG Deal?!?!

Sex. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Not about having it, mind you but just "sex" in general. You know, peoples inhibitions about it and what not.

Through the power of perception, I've noticed that people tend to shy away from the topic of sex like it's some ghastly taboo. It's not for pity's sake. Sex is fun. Whether it's having it, watching it, fantasizing about it, reading about it, writing about it. It's fun in all forms. Trust me on this one, I've done all of the above so, I know. There's nothing like a steamy bout of sex to clear the senses, even if it's only in your mind.

And here's a question that I'm pondering... why do people feel the need to hide their kinky side? So what if you like the kinkier stuff. Kinky can be oh, so nice. I'm serious. I mean, take me, for instance, I love to read erotica, all kinds of erotica. I've visited and read something from every section on Literotica.com and enjoyed it all (though I will say that I'm not in tune with the Incest/Taboo section on that site because my mind just doesn't get down with people that share blood doing each other and enjoying it, that's just too out there for me. Though, I don't begrudge you, if that's your kink) but my favorite section is 'Group Sex'. Why? I have no clue? It just gets me all hot and bothered. Should I be ashamed of that? Maybe. But I'm not. So, don't knock your urge for kink. It's natural.

A friend of mine (I love ya T-A) made a comment recently (which is what got this sex wheel turning)...

"I re-read my comment and I look like a fucking pervert... Aww... Fuck it! LOL!"

Exactly right - fuck it. Enjoying sex in any form is nothing to be ashamed of. Okay? So, I say, embrace your inner perv. Don't fight it. Don't hide it. It'll keep you young and happy.

Aimee's Entry - Much Ado About Nothing...

QUICK NOTE: For anyone that checks here regarding updates to our site, (Sky, Thaly, Tine), we did update the site today. And I know that it's stuff you've already read before it was edited, but as I've mentioned *numerous* times, my writing has fallen into some dark abyss, plus, I'm sick so, I don't really feel like doing dick at the moment. New stuff is comng soon (I promise). But hey, in the mean time re-read Chapter 8 of 'The Trouble With Love'. I hate my writing and I liked that chapter. YUM.

Marriage. Boy, oh, boy - what a word. The textbook definition: A close and intimate union, doesn't even come close to preparing you for all the crazy twists and turns that go on in that "intimate union". Well, I've been giving all the strange little intricacies of marriage quite a bit of thought lately. And it's all Christie's fault (thanks Chris). You see, years ago, I made this little vow to myself that, even though by law, I can legally wed couples, I would never do it. Silly, I know but I hated thinking that a couple that I married could very well end up in divorce court one day. Now, don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against divorce. Sometimes two people just aren't meant to be forever. Things change, they grow apart and staying together would do more harm than good but, I didn't want to be the one who joined them together in matrimony. Well, through the power of persuasion and some rather creative begging, I broke that vow. Just a little over two years ago, I married my sister Christie to her boyfriend Chris. Tomorrow at 11:00 AM, they will sit down across from me in my office so I can witness and notarize the signing of their final divorce papers.How depressing.

Moving on... my immunologist prescribed a "new" antibiotic, so, it's another 10 days of horse pills for me and she ordered some blood to test my Igg level, so, hopefully she'll be able to figure out why I can't kick this cold. Keep your fingers crossed.

That's about it for me today. It was payroll day, so, it was busy, busy, busy and I'm wiped.

Aimee's Entry - Randomness...

Well, I'm still feeling downright icky, physically, but emotionally, I'm slowly trudging my way back into my "happy place". Wish me luck.

Ok, color me stupid but, how in thee heck do you post a banner that leads back to a site on this blasted thing? I'm assuming that you have to do it in the "Template" section, which is all HTML tags and Lord, I do not have a very friendly relationship with HTML tags. Uh, uh - Nope, I don't. So, like maybe, if someone could break it down into like "HTML Tags For Dummies" steps, I might be able to muck my way through that. HELP. PLEASE.

Oh Gosh, I was sitting in the waiting room of the radiology dept. at the hospital yesterday evening waiting for a chest x-ray and they were playing that Spice Girls movie (what's the name of that movie anyway?? Anybody know?) and it is probably one of the dumbest movies that I have ever seen but at the same time, it was absolutely hilarious. It gave me a serious case of the giggles.

Last night was 'Aimee's Official TV Night'. American Idol was eh, okay. I wasn't overly impressed by anyone except Bo. And, Oh. My. God. this is the first week that I thought Carrie sounded awful (says she who can't sing...). House was FABULOUS though. As always. I love Dr. House. He's the MAN!! Oh YEAH.

So, you know those people who stand on the side of the road with those, "Homeless, hungry... will work for food" type signs? What is it in me that wants to take them home, clean them up and give them a nice hot meal? I mean, half of them are just scam artists but I must have a bleeding heart because I always get the stirring urge to help. Maybe it's that "Small Town Country Girl" who still manages to thrive inside of me. Or I'm just a sucker. Hmmm.

That about wraps the entertainment portion for this evening folks. I'm done - stick a fork in me.

Angie's Entry

Now normaly I'm pretty good at keeping up to date on things, but I also have a tendacy to get lazy, unmotivated and well, I procrastinate. Which is what I've done here. Hence Aimee's million posts to my two. LOL

I tend to journal when I'm upset or I need to vent. So my entries may be far between, but I'll try to do better about it.

For the most part my life is boring. Really. I work 11 to 12 hours a day Monday through Friday. I don't do much on the weekends. I get together with friends as often as I can but most of the time I'm so damn tired all I want to do is sit in my chair with my dog and chill. I work most Saturdays. I've been going tanning lately, one of the few things I like to do, cause hey if I'm gonna be fat then I might as well be tan. Plus I am half mexican, I feel I should look more like it.

A friend and I have taken up our walking thing again. Since I'm ten minutes from her house after I get off my part-time job, I meet her at the lake and we walk. It's nice cause she and I tend to lose touch every once and a while. Not by any fault of ours, we just have stuff going on. She's engaged to my ex's twin brother, so that cuts down our hang out time. That used to be my group to hang with but sometimes it is uncomfortable.

Got the car half fixed. Yey!!

I'm super excited for the Snoop/Game concert on Thursday!!

I scanned through your previous posts Aim, and I'm trying to remeber what I can from them as best I can. As far as the whole gays shouldn't raise children - that topic hits rpetty close to my front door. My cousin (sista) is a lesbian and she and her partner have two children. The kids are her partners from a marriage. And on top of that the youngest has C.F. I'm actually walking for that on a few weekends with my sista and a bunch of her crazy friends. So to say that, that topic gets me rather heated? I'll just say this to those who think gay people are bad people etc, : You raise your children how you see fit and I'll raise mine how I see fit. Because in the end there is no harm in two men or two women raising children. Better that than some child molester, drug addict or the like.

Ok! Onto happier things!

I got one of THE best presents yesterday!! I got a super cool Taz shirt and a visor to go with it!! Now for those of you who don't know, and that would be most I'm sure, I LOVE TAZ!! Love him! Alost as much as a certain white rapper who shall reamind nameless, but close! I got a new book to read with a book mark, I got a keychain that's on my work bag, I got a notepad with my initial on it! I got a little bear pin that will soon be added to my work bag as well. And onto top of all that everything was wrapped in purple paper!! (I also love the color purple) I giggled like a 12 year old kid as I unwrapped everything. I'm silly some days.

Hmm, what else? Not much really. I'll try to add something to my profile so you know a little more about me. But really, I'm not that exciting.

Aiight, I gotta scoot and post some stuff for Aimers at our site.

Aimee's Entry - Accepting Fate is a Hard Pill to Swallow.

I feel icky today. I'm depressed, my "happy" place has faded out and I'm feeling rather morbid. So, I'll apologize now for the down note on this entry but I have to vent.

I do believe that I'm getting ANOTHER cold. And this will make cold number 3 since the beginning of March. If my mother finds out, it'll mean, more antibiotics pushed on me, more trips to the immunologist, more poking, more prodding. I hate it.

I think I've mentioned before that I have a Primary Immune Disease, commonly called CVID (Commom Variable Immune Defieciency). The version of CVID that I have is called Hypogammaglobulinemia. It's a tongue twister and, quite frankly, I've grown to detest the word immensely but at the same time, it's a word that I HAVE to accept because it affects me in so many ways, from the way I live my life to the way my loved ones live their lives. Take the flu vaccination, for instance. There was a shortage this year, so, they were offering something called "Flu-Mist", which was like a simulation of the live virus. Well, I can't have "Flu-Mist", nor, can I come in contact with anyone who has had it, so, no one in my family was allowed to get it either. Same thing with the Smallpox vaccination. That's not fair to them, is it? But because they love me, they do what needs to be done for ME. While I'm grateful, I hate that they have to make sacrifices in their live because of a disease that dictates mine.

I'm having "acceptance" issues again but I can't seem to help it. I know that I need to stop bitching and moaning over something that is and will be a part of my life forever.

"We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses." - Carl Gustav Jung

And I know that this sounds whiny and ungrateful but, dammit, I hate being sick and I hate the fact that having this illness plays havoc with my emotions. I hate that at times it makes me feel weak because I hate admitting weakness in any way, shape or form. I wrote this poem a while back and it pretty much sums up how I'm feeling today.

Life throws some curveballs, that much I've learned
I've had to work so damn hard for all that I've earned
And sometimes it just seems like it'll never be enough
I want to say FUCK IT, I just ain't that tough
I have to fight with this illness every damn day
I want to scream 'Why the fuck won't you just go AWAY'
See sometimes it's fine, that shit don't even phase me
But days like today I just know eventually it's gonna break me
I hate to admit weakness but sometimes I cry
On those desolate days I can't find a good reason why
Why I was the one granted this fucking disease
Was there something I did to make it choose me?
I have learned now to accept it as something I can't change
But I am only human damnit sometimes I feel pain
So I wrote this little poem here to exorcise my demons
Because it's eating me up, all these fucked up emotions
Sorry for the rant, I certainly didn't mean to bend your ear
But sometimes no matter how hard I try I just can't escape this fear...

Lord, I sound so selfish and ungrateful. There are worse things I could have - SCIDS, AIDS, Cancer. I need to stop being so self-absorbed. And I really need to stop focusing on the negative and start focusing on the positive things in my life.

Aimee's Entry - This is a test... I repeat, this is only a test.

Well, I decided that I needed to get off my ass and just jump - feet first cause my damn head hurts - back into writing. It's been too long and I've got to stop depending on my damn muses cause they're some unreliabe bitches. Besides, Thaly-Ann sent her 'inspiration' all the way from Canada to help me out, so, how could I not at least try. So, here it is. It's short and will probably go no where but, I tried.

~ * A Chance Encounter * ~

Taylor’s eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly, as she fought to adjust to the intrusion of sunlight filtering softly through the tiny slats of the window. Faint light splashed in delicate waves across the muted colors of the bedspread that covered her from breast to toe. She was still trapped in that quasi-dreamlike state where nothing seems quite real. Her head felt heavy with sleep, like it was packed with silky white cobwebs, craftily spun over the crevices of her mind to alter her perception.

“Taylor…”

The satiny smooth baritone of the voice echoing through the room caused a chill to dance heatedly up Taylor’s spine. Visions of the night before… soft curves sliding erotically against hard angles… flittered through her mind. She bit back a moan and turned her head slightly to focus on the man laying next to her, his cheek pressed gently against his hard, callused palm.

God, he was beautiful. His sandy brown hair with streaks of blonde haphazardly strewn through the thick, curly locks still mussed from sleep. His deep, moss colored eyes still foggy with dreams, still hazy from passion.

“Devin…” she purred, her voice sultry and thick.

He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as his lips curved. Her heart stuttered… once… twice… before returning back to it’s normal rhythm.

“You remember.” he said, sotto voce.

“Of course, I remember,” she turned further, leaning into him and pressed her lips, feather light, against his, “how could I forget?”

~*~

So, what do you think... good? bad? ugly? Be honest. I can take it.

And Angie, check me, please. Cause, not only did I pretty much rip my own title from 'Chance Encounters' (LOL) but I think I plagierized myself in the beginning? The cobweb thing sounds so familiar to me. Just that line. I think I've written something similar to that in one of my fics?

Aimee's Entry - A Day in the Life...

GAH. I have to do housework today. Do you have any idea how distressing that is? I’m in serious need of some sympathy, y‘all. Please… pretty please…

Remember that discussion (mindless bunch of babbling, more like) yesterday on ‘Aimee’s Addictions’? Well, I forgot to mention my nails and I don‘t know how I forgot that one? I have this minor *coughs*MAJOR*coughs* obsession with my fingernails. They have to look pretty. It’s the weirdest damn thing. Seriously. I mean, I wake up on the daily, roll out of bed, throw on… whatever, pull my hair in some messy, usually lopsided knot, brush the teeth and hit the road. I don’t play fussy with the make-up, spend hours coiffing my hair and picking out the most fab outfit in my closet. What would be the point? I’m just going to work. So, I have to wonder… why am I so damn fussy over the nails? I spend $40.00 every two weeks having them done (pink and whites) and God forbid if I actually break one. It usually brings a sheen of tears. I should probably seek counseling.

I forgot to mention this but it dawned on me yesterday while I was updating our website, that I’ve been bitching and moaning about not being able to write - which I still stand behind, by the way, because all 6 (God, help me, how could I have let myself start 6 for fuck‘s sake) stories that I have waiting to be finished are still left dangling out there without an update. BUT by God, I actually DID write something!! Yes, I most certainly did. I wrote a poem. Go Me. Thank you

drew

(not my husband) for inspiring me to write a poem. You’re the man, baby!!! I bow to you!!! Whoo Hoo.

Since I spent a vast amount of time bitching and moaning yesterday, I hate to do it again today but I just gotta. I can’t help myself. I was happily driving along, on my way home from the salon today (yep, my nail appt.) and I noticed that I needed gas. I always wince when I notice that lately but what am I going to do, right? That machine that I drive will not run without gas. So, I pulled into Shell in Boca and proceeded to pump gas. It was $2.39 per gallon for Regular. Fucking Regular. It’s a good thing the Explorer loves his ‘Regular’ nourishment because if he were a ‘Premium’ vehicle, he’d be shit out of luck. It costs $2.29 (which is still TOO much) at the Hess in Pompano near my work but I didn’t have the good fortune to be in Pompano today, so, I had to pay the damn $2.39. Getting gas anymore is like fucking robbery. I’m always left feeling a bit violated after.

Today was my step-fathers Union picnic and my mommy wanted me to go but I had my nail appt. at 12:30 and I have all that housecleaning to do, so, I told her that I just couldn’t make it and she starts going on about…

“But Christie’s gonna be there with Sarah and Kelly’s gonna be there, she’s bringing the babies and Allison too with Jake and Emily…”

So, I reply sincerely, “I know mom, I’m sorry, I just can’t…”

She says in her, I‘m-fittin-to-lecture-your-ass tone, “Aimee…”

So, I cut her off before the lecture can begin, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know mom, I’m such an anti-social bitch.”

And she says, “Yeah, you are.”

OUCH. She wasn’t supposed to agree.

Alright, I’m about to get on out of here and do some cleaning - FUN (not). But, I should probably mention, that I love to talk. And I mean TALK. So, if reading my entries makes your eyes cross, I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I figure rambling on and on (and on) here is better than talking to myself, right? Me thinks so.

I Frickin LOVE This Song...

I just heard it a bit ago and it's probably my favorite song in the world EVER. And someday, if I'm a really good girl someone will get it for me so I can rot my brain listening to it over and over again. Now, I'm only posting Eminem's verses (sorry Ang, I know you like Jay Z but since Em killed him in his own damn song, he gets to have only his lyrics worshipped - tee hee hee).

- * Renegade * -
(Verse 1)
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it
Now who's this king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin' his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here
I don't think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
(Verse 2)
See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ, the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that they paint me
As a monger of hate, Satan, a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter - a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See, it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie
While I'm wavin the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water - no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfuckin spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful
The new Ice Cube - motherfuckers HATE to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
Makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a muh'fuckin
RENEGADE.

EDITED TO ADD: Massively BIG, extra HUGE thanks to Thaly-Ann for sending me 'Renegade'. You ROCK Mamma. I'll be here rotting my brain and worshipping at your altar!!! *Smoochies* Te Quiero Mucho, Mi Vida!!!

Aimee's Entry - I'm On My Soapbox Again...

T . G . I . F . Oh Yeah Baby.

Mi dios, tengo un dolor de cabeza. Practicing my Spanish. Hey, if I keep practicing, one day, I might be able to have a conversation with my mother-in-law. She'd be so proud of me. She's always after my ass to learn Spanish. And if all else fails, at least, I'll be able to tell her when I have a headache.

And Lord, do I have a headache. OUCH.

So, I got an e-mail last night that bothered me. When it comes to issues, whether they're political or not, I don't usually get involved with them. I'm basically, a passive person. Hell, I've been registered to vote since 1995 and this is the first year that I actually voted and I only did that because I think Bush is an asshole and I didn't want to have to endure his ignorance for another four years. Like the Terri Shiavo case, I didn't give it more than a passing glance, I thought all the fan fair on that was sad. The poor woman should have been allowed to die in peace without all that fuss. It was time, plain and simple. I have been a bit vocal about Bush's "abstinence only" sex education plan and all the hoopla about taking away a woman's right to choose. I'm 100% ProChoice and feel that every woman should have a right to choose what happens to her body. But, like I said, for the most part, I stay out of sticky issues but I got an e-mail last night from the HRC and some of the comments that I read in there pissed me off.

"Putting same-sex relationships on a par with marriages harms the family by radically severing the biological tie between the married couple and the kids they are raising. Once same-sex marriage is accepted, children are no essential part of what marriage means."

...No two men--and no two women--form a mated pair."

Law Professor Gerald V. Bradley

^^^ That was one of them. So, I'm gonna nudge my nose in here for a minute and state my opinion.

Awhile back when they had the 'GLBT' marriage issue all over TV, my dad made a comment, something to the effect of, "I don't see what the big deal here is? They should be left alone to do what they please"

And I said, "Yep, I agree."

He comes back with, "My only pause is letting them raise children."

I said, "Excuse me? Why?"

He retorts, "I don't know? I just don't think they should be raising children..."

Me, "Because..."

He just looked at me uncomfortably.

So, I concluded that he didn't really have a valid reason, jumped up on my beautiful, handcrafted soapbox and proceeded to give my 2 cents, "Dad, why shouldn't they be able to raise children? If they love each other and the child that they are given to raise, then what's the problem? There isn't one, other than the one that people have created by being narrow minded assholes. There are millions of kids born into the world everyday and they're either killed by someone who was supposed to love them or they're mentally, physically and/or sexually abused to the point that they wish they were dead by someone who was supposed to love them. If two responsible, loving people want to give a child a good home where they'll be respected and loved then who gives a rats ass whether or not they're gay?"

So, this discriminating bullshit is still being tossed around and people like the person who made that quote above continue to spout out ignorant bullshit. It makes me physically ill.

Love is love. When you feel it, you feel it. Whether it's a man for a woman. A woman for a man. A man for a man. A woman for a woman. WHATEVER. What the hell is the difference. Yeah, I've heard all that, "it goes against God" stuff but I don't get down with that. As long as there is love between lovers then that's all that should matter. Sexual orientation is irrelevant. When two people love each other, they should be able to get married and raise a child, if that's their inclination. And that's that. End of discussion.

It's going to be so quiet tonight en mi casa. My son is spending the night at Gramma's and Drew is going to be brandishing his paint brush for a client (he's an artist, BTW. He does murals). I don't know what I'll do with myself. Go quietly insane, most likely. I'm out of books to read. I can't write. I'm not a TV person (with a few minor exceptions). I've seen every DVD we own at least twice. What the hell am I gonna do?

Oh, I have a gripe. I hate (yes, I said HATE) Pollo Tropical! Not the food, mind you, cause that's fairly decent, it's the place I'm contemplating blowing all to hell. They have the lousiest damn service I've ever had the displeasure of experiencing!!! And why, oh, why did I have to be the lunch mule today? I had to wait 30 fucking minutes for the food and that was AFTER waiting 15 just to order it. What the fuck?!?!?

I was psychoanalyzing myself again last night and sometime during the process I realized that I have quite a few addictions and some of them are downright loopy. Ok, so here goes, a few of my biggest addictions.

1. Cigarettes. Yes, I'm a smoker. I know, I know, bad habit. I can't help it! But, if my mom has her way, I won't be for much longer. She's gonna buy me the patch. I love my mommy.

2. Dr. Pepper. I can't quite figure this one out but, alas, it is a problem. I have to have the stuff. I crave it. Everyday, I tell myself today I'm going to be a good girl and drink the Diet Pepsi that helps keep those nasty pounds off my hips (which is bullshit because artificial sweetener makes you retain water and all kinds of other nasty shit but the word "diet" makes me feel better so, ya know... Hey, if I want to lie to myself, I'm entitled. I'm in self-denial) but somehow and, seriously, I don't know how this happens? I end up with a Dr. Pepper. Hell, I had the warehouse guy up there yesterday bargaining with the Manager of Hess to stock 1 liter bottles so I don't have to buy 2 - 20 Oz. bottles. It's a good damn thing they don't sell Mountain Dew Live Wire in South Florida and I have to wait for Angie's care packages cause if they sold that shit here, I'd weigh 400 pounds from all the damn sugar.

3. Clear Lip Gloss. Yeah, I know, why not color? Beats the shit out of me? I just like the clear gloss. And with sparkles. LOL. I've been using this sparkly Lip Smackers one that is supposed to taste like strawberries but my sister lovingly informed me on Easter when she placed a smacking kiss on me, "that shit don't taste like strawberries." Nice, eh?

4. Perfume. Such a girly addiction, what can I say? I have so many bottles of perfume, I can't keep track of them anymore. Wanna hear some of my favorites? Probably not but I'm gonna tell you anyway. Beyond Paradise, Spellbound, Romance, Ralph, Chance, Heavenly, Rapture, Amariege... and the list goes on...

Ok, that's enough for now. I have tons of other addictions but if I start getting into all of them, you're gonna think I'm fucking crazy.

Well, I'm done babbling and ranting and spewing for one day, so, I think I'm gonna go and, ummm, well I don't know but I'm shutting up now.

A State of Orgasmic Bliss...

hommina... hommina... hommina...

Ang, my love, they're gonna start letting you pre-order tickets for Em's tour.

If, you're coming, let me know cause when they start pre-orders, I'm there baby!!!

Aimee's Entry - To be or not to be... that is the question.

Bo was in the bottom 3?? BO?? Come on America, what the fuck is with you people?? HUH? Ok, we’ll just leave that one for now and come back to it later. And, oh, we WILL come back to it!!

Boy, my hubby was in rare form last night. He's a normal, red-blooded, totally straight guy and like every normal, red-blooded, totally straight guy he has visions of threesomes dancing in his head. Two, hot, slipperly women wrapped around eachother while he tries to shimmy in between them. Well, I'm not opposed to a threesome. I think women are beautiful creatures. But he's been hitting it hard lately. Seriously. We were sitting at a restaurant having lunch on Saturday and he goes,

"We have to tip the waitress extra cause she has a great ass."

And I reply, "Oh yeah, having a stellar ass is a perfect reason to over tip."

He smiles and says too loudly, "What's the problem? You like women too."

I about spit my soda through my nose, I said, "Good God Drew, you're gonna scare the poor girl."

Well, he thought it would be a dandy idea to take her home with us. LMAO. Like I said, I have no aversions to a threesome BUT we're not going to play with a complete stranger for Christ's sake.

But I digress. I swayed from the point with all that threesome talk.

Back to the subject at hand. Last night we were talking about different stuff, and we ended up on the subject of sexuality. It was because he was telling me about some customer of his that made this remark when Drew showed up at his house, "I'm glad you ain't no queer, you never know with artists." Getting off the subject again for a second, that's a fucked up comment, only assholes make those kinds of comments. Ok, anyway, back on point, so, he's talking about sexual orientation and the man (my husband) called me a queer. I said, "HUH?" He then proceeds to explain that I'm bisexual (I didn't snort but it was close) and so I ask him how he came to this dandy conclusion and Drew, God love his heart said, "Cause you like to kiss girls." A kiss with the same sex does not a bisexual make darling but seeing as how he threw my 'kissing is more intimate than sex' comment in my face I wasn't gonna argue. Well, at this point, I'm a bisexual queer and hey, I'm not offended, like I said, women are beautiful creatures, I am one. But a bit later, I was tired and I wanted to go to bed and the lovely man starts trying to grope me. I wasn't having it. When you're not in the mood, you're not in the mood, ya know? So, I smack his hands away and tell him, uh-uh, no touching and you know what he said?? Oh. My. God. He said and I quote, "Look bitch, I give you money from my side jobs and bail you out when you need some money for gas and shit, so, I should be able to touch what I want, when I want." Well, hell, what am I? A whore. Oh God. But the best part was when he said that I needed to compromise and come to him for a kiss goodnight instead of him coming to me, so, I said, "You want compromise? Ok, we'll compromise. You start doing your own fucking laundry and this bitchy, bisexual queer is gonna go get herself a woman. Night."

She shoots. She scores.

Anyhow, back to Bo. Why? I don't get it? What the fuck is America's obsession with Anthony?? He blows goats people. BIG TIME. And Scott getting more votes than Bo? What the hell? I just don't get it??

In other news... I'd like to blow up Tripod. I was trying to update our site and the damn thing was down or some stupud shit. And then for the short time it actually let me work, I had to do it it in HTML instead of the basic, easy way that I like to do it. God save me from HTML tags.

I have a headache!!!

Angie's Entry

Warning: Do not read unless you want to listen (read) to me vent. If I don't vent I may combust, and that would not be pretty. So tighten your seat belt, keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times and whatever you do - do not feed the bears. The damn things keep coming back and I can't get them to leave!

So let's start with last week shall we? Friday I took the day off work and it was good. I got some shopping done and went tanning.

I met my friend Teresa for dinner and a few drinks. By 4 p.m. I was sitting outside on a patio with a huge beer in my hand. Perfect way to celebrate the day before my 30th birthday.

So all is good Friday.

Then Saturday.

I go into work (I have two jobs) for a while,cause yes, I'm a workaholic too. Then meet my mom and Brother for lunch.

Mom and I hang out for a while afterwards then I decide I gotta head home since my friend Nicole insisted that I couldn't stay home on my birthday.

So I hit one more store, looking for a pair of shoes that I can't seem to find. Brother calls and asks where I am, I tell him. His car is acting up and he's about a mile from me. So being the amateur NASCAR driver I am, I stay on the phone with him and tell him I'm on my way to him. I catch up with him and we talk over what the car is doing. We let it cool down then he tests is out and decides to head back up to school instead of out to dinner with a friend. So I follow him for a while to make sure he's okay, and of course is not. So I tell him let's head down the street to a mechanic. Well, it's 3 on a Saturday - good luck with that. Good thing I know a few backyard mechanics that I trust. So I call one. He tells me what it sounds like to him. So I open brother's hood, which our father broke and didn't have fixed. But that's another story. I take a look at some of the fluid levels and stuff. We head up to the auto parts store, pick a few things up and go back to his car. Then I get him on his way. Luckily he has to go up by where I live to get back to school, so I follow him again. Car seems to be running fine, he'll call when he gets home. He feels bad that I had to spend an hour running around with him to fix his car and I told him don't be absurd. That's what sisters are for. Besides, it's not like I had anything else to do.

So I get home and get ready to go out. I head out with my friend Nicole and her friend Brandi.

We sit and have an appertizer, a few drinks then head to a club.

I walk into the club and who walks up behind me? I guy I haven't talked to in a year. He gives me a funny look, we say hi and hug. Well, as soon as I sit down I call my friend Teresa -
A: Guess who's here?
T: Who?
A: Guess.
T: I dunno, who?
A: Stands about 6 foot 7.
T: Holy shit- Aaron!?
A: You bet sister.
T: Did you talk to him?
A: Just to say hi.
T: What's he doing there?
A: I think he works here.
T: Really?
A: Yeah.
T: Ok, well call me tomorrow.

So, me, Nicole and Brandi hang out for a while, dance, have a few drinks then leave cause it's super crowded in there. I finally go over to talk to him, cause yes he does work there. I asked if he knew what day it was and imagine my surprise when he remembered it was my birthday. He said he'd call the next day - and no big surprise he hasn't. Am I a little upset by that? Yeah a little. But that's Aaron, he's kinda flaky like that sometimes. But I think it's more than that. Aaron and I have had a wierd thing for a while. The last time I saw him, he flirted with me hard. But I'm never sure with him. If it's something I really want to be involved in or not. Aaron needs fixing and I don't know that I can do that again. Don't get me wrong, Aaron is a super fun guy. Absolutely fantastic to party with and is protective of his female friends. Me and Teresa especially. The three of us spent almost two years attached to each other. Teresa and I are still close, I talk to her every day.

But here's where all starts to go amiss.

I get to work, a job that I hate and I have a dozen new emails. Three of which are from my boss.

The first is a summer schedule reminder. Send your current schedule, make sure to notify me of any changes, vacation days etc., etc. So okay fine I can deal with that.

The second is a forward from our HR guy about our dress policy, my boss sends me a little reminder that the dress policy (business casual) applies to me, even on Mondays.
WHAT THE FUCK? I'm in my office all day on Monday, with my door shut!! What the fuck difference does it make what the hell I'm wearing!! I don't wear raggedy jeans or anything like that!! So I'm pissed off about that. I dress in jeans and a t-shirt cause I close my door and it gets hot in here. No one sees me so who cares?

The third is my priority list. One if the items on there is training to be a backup as a receptionist, which I am dead set against doing. I told her I will not do it, but she tells me I won't even be up there for an hour a week. THE WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT???

I'm also training for my old job here cause the person doing it is going to Vegas in three weeks. I'm frustrated with training with her cause it's changed so much that I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. I've told her I need a step-by-step, click here then click here type of instructions. Has she put one together for me yet? No. When I went to Hawai'i I sat down and wrote a payroll manual for dummies. Every single mouse click. But know what? While I was gone, my boss clung to that thing like it was a bible. She got through payroll just fine and even told me how well she thought I'd done with my "manual". So billing should be interesting in the early part of May.

The thing that I'm really pissed or that adds fuel to my fire is that out AP clerk is her favorite. She (our AP clerk) was susposed to be trained on my job by the end of March, but we had to push that back cause she can't get her daycare situation figured out. So it got pushed back to by the end of April, well we can't do that!! She has a wedding to get ready for!! GOD FORBID THAT JULIE DO ANYTHING MORE THAN HER JOB WHEN I GET ALL THE SHIT THAT NO ONE ELSE WANTS TO DO DUMPED IN MY LAP!!! I'm so f*ckin tired of this place I seriously am ready to just walk into my boss' office and tell her I quit, just to see the look on her face.

So to add to my already five start day, I took my car to my trusty mechanic after I got off work. I love the guy, he's super. Really. He's not one of those sheisty guys who's gonna tell me that I have 8000 things wrong with my car and I have to have them done pronto. He tells me what's wrong, how much longer I have before it turns into a million dollar problem and gives me an almost to the penny estimate.

I need new ball joints. Now for all you folks that only put gas into a car and drive, just kidding, my brother is one of those peeps. But when you dated a semi mechanic who's built a few cars, you get to learn alot. Whether you like it or not. Like that time he instructed me on how to change my alternator. I've also changed my spark plugs and wires as well as my oil. I'm a girl who's not afraid to get my hands dirty. Dirt comes off with a little soap and water. It also has some good bonding qualities when you're not afraid to help out your bf. Chicks who know about cars are cool. Just ask me.

Anyways I digress.

Ball joints make this binding/creaking noise when their loose. Which mine are. It probably didn't help that I cracked my rim in half a couple weeks back either. So I ask how much and I thought he said the part was 210 each. So I thought I'm looking at a $1000 car repair. So now I'm back to frustrated. How the hell am I going to afford that? On top of that my student loan payments are starting back up and I need to pay them so I can go back to school in the fall and get the f*ck outta this job that I hate.

So I stew this over for two days and call my mechanic back yesterday. I heard him wrong. My car is gonna cost me $210 each side total. Parts and labor. Can you say: Whew!

So that is a huge weight off my shoulders. My mom is telling me she'll try and help me out and I told her no. This is my problem and I have to figure out how to fix it.

Work still sucks, but it's hard to be pissed off when it's 70 and sunny out.

Okay, so that's the snapshot of what my suck ass life has been like for the past few days.

Aim, Nope I don't think you have anything of mine to beta. The chick who asked you for help, turn her down. You got to much to do already. She'll understand. Tell her you thank her for her admiration, but you have five/six unfinished fics of your own you can't finish because your muses have all gone on vacation, seemingly together without so much as sending a damn postcard. Bitches!!

Aiight looks like I'm outtie. My fingers are numb from typing so much, but I tried to keep the details down to a minimum.

Aimee's Entry - Life is NOT a bowl of cherries...

Hmm, I’ve been remiss in keeping up with my entries in this thing but (and Angie will corroborate), I am a champion procrastinator. My motto is, “Why do today, what you can put off until tomorrow?” Unattractive, I know but, hell, that’s me.

They made my coffee too strong at Dunkin Donuts this morning , do you have any idea how much that throws me off? I detest when something that’s a part of my routine is altered, even slightly. Yep, that confirms it - I Am Predictably Boring.

I am so bloody PISSED… Grrrrrr. Friday, while I was being tortured at our friendly neighborhood hospital my son got a fever that spiked to 103 degrees and since my step-father was keeping him for the day, he took him to the doctor and, low and behold, Cameron still has an ear infection. So, they gave him a prescription for Omnicef. Well, after my mom got off work, she swung by the drug store to pick it up and they told her it was $145.00 without his insurance card, so, she did the sensible thing and tried calling me but, of course, the nasty stuff they pump into my IV to pre-medicate me with had me in my drug induced coma (I’m a light weight - what can I say?), so I couldn‘t very well talk to her at that particular time. It was all for naught anyhow because my step-father had Cameron’s insurance card with him and when my mom called him, he drove it up to her. Well, it ended up costing $60.00, pricey but whatever, he needed it. Cameron took the antibiotics for 4 out of the 10 days it was prescribed for and then I get a call yesterday afternoon from his preschool saying, “Oops, the bottle that the prescription was in fell out of Cameron’s bag and busted. You‘re going to have to have the doctor call him in another prescription.” For Christ’s sake, even if I can get him to do it, it’ll cost me another $60.00. God, I am SO agitated!!!

Aside from being pissy and agitated, I’m feeling like sludge today! I got this sweet e-mail from someone on Friday asking for my help, <excerpt from e-mail: I've just started working on a fic and I have some done and I was just wondering if you would mind taking a look at it. It would really help me out if I could get someone's opinion and suggestions about it and you're the only author that I truly 100% admire.> and normally, it wouldn’t be a problem because I love helping people with their writing BUT lately, I just can’t seem to focus on writing at all, ya know? Not mine or anyone else’s. Currently, I have 4 chapters of Angie’s story (not you Ang but the other Angie from SF - I don’t have anything of yours waiting to beta, do I?) waiting to be edited, the chapter I just got Friday waiting to be reviewed and I need to write my portion of the chapter for ‘Shattered Lives and Broken Dreams’ that Angie and I are co-authoring (I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to get to that babe but you have no idea how many times I have opened that file and stared blankly at the damn screen because my mind just won’t cooperate). I’m going to have to pull myself out of this slump, get my mind right and take a look at all of these because I’ve already let them sit too long but, God, I just don’t know what my problem is? Apparently, my muse is still of gallivanting somewhere, the least she could’ve done is take me with her - stingy bitch.

Last night was Aimee’s Official TV Night - LOL. American Idol was really good. Constantine is a creepy sucker but the dude can sing. I was amazed when I saw that he was taking on Queens ’Bohemian Rhapsody’, I was like, “What were you thinking?” but then he started singing and blew me away. And I liked Carrie’s performance, I thought she looked HOT, ya know? Not so girl-next-doorish last night. I think somewhere in this thing I mentioned ’House’? I don’t know? But I absolutely LOVE that show!! It ROCKS - big time!!! And they touched on a subject last night that is near and dear to my heart, CVID. I have CVID and it was interesting watching them puzzle out what was wrong with the guy. Oh, and of course, there’s Dr. House. Don’t ask me why but, I find the man extremely sexy.

And last but certainly not least… Angie, my own true love, I’m sorry that you’re feeling crabby baby!! I hope it gets better soon. And to help it along, I’m sending massive hugs and kisses your way, watch for them cause here they come. I love you!

Aimee's Entry - I Love You Ang!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGIE!!!!!!

I love you babe!!!!!!!!!

I hope you have an awesome day!!!

Xoxo,
Aimee

Aimee's Entry... Everything from A to Z (LOL)

I swear, I’m such a frickin’ creature of habit - it’s disgusting!!! I mean, here I sit, eating my blueberry muffin and drinking my extra large coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts, like I do every morning - no changes, without fail. God, does that make me boring?? Predictable??

Well, I was, let’s say, slightly disappointed with the results on American Idol last night! Ok, maybe I was a whole hell of a lot more than SLIGHTLY disappointed. Why Nikko? Why not Anthony? Or Scott? I mean, sure, Nikko probably would have and should have gone in a couple weeks BUT not before Anthony for Christ’s sake!!! I just can’t stomach Anthony!!! Seriously!!! There is, of course, the obvious reason - he butchers practically every song he chooses to sing but dude, over and above that, he’s just annoying as hell. He gets on my nerves. BUT there was one saving grace to last nights show… Fantasia. I know that a lot of people dislike her voice but I love her. I think she’s absolutely phenomenal. Seriously, if I were a man, I would worship at the alter that is Fantasia. She ROCKS!!!

Ya wanna know one of the things that I absolutely detest?? TRAFFIC JAMS!!! Oh. My. God. I hate them!!! Especially when the damn radio station that you’re listening to on the yawn inducing drive to work fails to mention the MAJOR traffic hold up on your route. I listened to THREE traffic reports on my way to work and not ONE of them mentioned that there was major trouble on Sample Road, traffic backed up all the way to Egypt and they were diverting you off Sample and back onto I-95 South. It was ANNOYING!!! I was 45 minutes late for work, where, if traffic had been normal OR I’d have been given advance notice from the bloody traffic report, I would’ve been 15 minutes early!!!

Sometime last year, I think it was June?? (doesn’t really matter) I started writing this story called, ‘The Trouble With Love’. It was just one of those times when an idea invaded my mind an wouldn’t give me peace until I put my fingers to the keyboard. Well, I currently have 21 chapters written for that lovely number and a couple weeks ago, I had all these wonderful scenes running through my head for Chapter 22 but when I sat down and put my fingers on the keys, they froze. I don’t know what it is but I just can’t write at the moment. It bothers me. The thoughts are there but the words won’t form. I still get feedback from people asking why I haven’t updated the story and it makes me feel guilty because I want to, I just can’t!! My muse has taken one hell of vacation and I wish to hell she’d come back already!!!

And here’s a question for the masses… Why do men cheat? Why? If you have a warm and willing woman at home, what the hell do you need to cheat for? This isn’t relative to my situation, I don’t believe my husband’s out screwing around but I was listening to ‘War of the Roses’ this morning (NOTE: WOTR is a thing they do on my local radio station where they have a wife/husband/GF/BF who thinks their partner is cheating and the DJ calls their partner up pretending to be a florist and tells them that they’ve won a free dozen roses and asks them who they want to send them to in hopes of catching them sending roses to someone other than their partner) and even though this morning I believe that the guy was totally innocent, it got the subject of cheating rolling around in my head. It’s sad but this is the first week in I don’t know how long that I think the partner was innocent and the majority of the guilty ones are men. So, it leads me back to my original question… Why do men cheat?? Seriously guys, if you feel the need to bury your bone in someone else’s yard then why don’t you just vacate the current yard you’re digging in completely before burying your bone in another?? I’d rather have a man walk away then find out he’s out boning someone else. But hey, that’s just me.

God, I feel old. Yesterday, on the way home from work I turned the radio station from the Hip Hop station that I usually listen to on the drive home and flipped to some east listening station and WOW, they were playing stuff that I haven’t heard since High School. A little Brian Adams mixed with some Bon Jovi. It took me back and made me realize, it’s no joke, I’m really gonna be 30 in August -sighs-. Although, I am a card carrying member of Ang’s ‘29 Forever’ club. LOL.

Ok, I’m out. Babble at ya later.

Aimee's Entry - Ang, my love...

Sooooooo, if he doesn't swing through MN on tour you're coming to visit me??? AWESOME babe!!! We'll have a blast!!!

Angie's Entry

Now Playing: Home Sweet Home - Motley Crue

One of the women I work with has a brother who works in a grocery store, and he just brought in like 12 cases of strawberries - for a dollar a pound. Up here in a store they're about $3/lb, so this is a steal. I bought 3 pounds. I can make strawberry jam in my bread maker at home. I'm excited.

So what's new? I got my Snoop/Game tickets in the mail yesterday. So now I'm really excited!

I'm taking Friday off. I decided this morning. I want to sleep in a little and maybe even go out and go shopping. My friend Nicole wants to go out dancing Saturday night. Plus my boss just sent me an email about an hour ago saying she was taking today as a personal day. She was vacation yesterday and her son is on spring break this week.

Yes Aimee, 55 in South FLA probably is cold, but that's nothing compaired to 55 below zero! And that would be just the windchill, not the actual temperature! But I understand. Yesterday it was cloudy and 70, today it's cold, windy and 45. Our motto here in Minnesota? 'Don't like the weather? Wait five minutes and it'll change.' And it usually does.

If you know who doesn't show his gorgeous face in MN for his tour, I'm definately coming down to see him with you!! I can take that whole week off, or fly back on like Thursday and get really cheap airfare!! Either that or meet me in the D on the 12th and 13th of August!!

Aiight, I'm outtie. My office smells like strawberries! Too bad I haven't been able to stop sneezing! If I get sick it'll serve me right for thinking I can't age! Damn!!

Aimee's Entry - It's Bloody Cold!!!

Burrrrrrrr - it's cold today!!! We're supposed to be done with the cold. DONE, I tell you!!! But we're not. It's currently 55 degrees outside (Don't laugh Angie, 55 is cold in S. Florida, I swear) and I am freezing my ass off. My hands are like little chunks of ice.

Dude, I went to this Walk-a-thon for the Parkinson's Foundation on Saturday. My hubby and I go every year and donate our time painting faces but anyway, we we were there and it was looking a little sickly outside - I had a really bad feeling but we set up and started doing what we were there to do and low and behold, the skies opened up and we got soaked to the skin. It was AWFUL!!! I've had this damn cold that's been trying to kill me since last Wednesday and there I was running around like a drown rat in the damn windy rain! I swear, I'll be amazed if I don't catch pneumonia.

The rest of the weekend was dull as dishwater. I don't think I moved from my perch on the couch at all yesterday - nope. It was just me, my gatorade and NR's 'Captive Star'.

Hey Ang, I hear you on the smoking ban!!! We have a ban in effect in Florida. You can't smoke in restaurants, bars that serve food or any bar that is not located in a free standing building - there are other places but those are the ones that hit the hardest. There were a lot of unhappy people when the ban went into effect but it seems to have stuck.

Ok, I think that's enough rambling for the moment. I have work to do . Maybe I'll come back and ramble some more later.

Angie's Entry

Now Playing: Vertigo by U2, I love my Real player song list. It's got a little of everything. From Hip-Hop to Country, Pop to Rock.

Well today is April fools day and my cousin is out to get me again this year. She's already called my cell phone twice. I know she's got something good this year, but I'm not falling for it. Plus she should be nice if she wants me to babysit for her tomorrow afternoon and night.

Here's something that's big news around town today - the smoking ban that went into effect for Hennepin and Ramsey Counties has been overturned just 24 hours after going into effect. A judge last night declared that the economic stress the ban could cause on our already unstable economy was far to damaging. There's a lot of bar and restaurant owners that are very happy the ban has been lifted. Especially those in the downtown Minneapolis area where the bars represent well over 75% of their business. Not to mention all the downtown employees that have lunch in the area. Not only that but owners, I believe have the right to make their establishment non-smoking, with to without a county wide ban.

In my personal opinion, the ban was ludacris to begin with. The local government should have give the owners a chance to improve the air quality in their . Banning smokers only serves to alienate a good portion of their revenue. As a smoker, when I heard the ban had been passed, that was it for me hangin out in downtown. Not that I do on any real regular basis it's too expensive, but when I do go downtown, say for a concert or something, I'd like the right to smoke while I have a few drinks with my friends.

Anyways, I'll get off the soap box now.

What else? Only eight days until my birthday and I'm not turning 30. I'm just not. I refuse to get any older. So that's that.

Snoop Dogg and Game in 20 days and I'm super excited!! Motley will be here in August and I'm syked for that show too!! Plus I read the summer line up for Eminem's tour - The Anger Management Tour 2 - he's gonna be stopping in Minneapolis and you can bet I'ma be camping out overnight for those tickets!!!

Now Playing: D12 - 40 Oz.

Aim - sounds like you can't catch a break huh? Poor Cameron. Get some rest this weekend and hopefully we'll have some time to chat next week.