Satisfaction.

Oh, I can get some. And I did. Don't you love when sex is perfect? and if you're saying "our sex is always perfect" I say to you "whatever!!!" or if you're saying that you can't believe i'm blogging about it, grow up or block me. My blog is my journal, so I write things that are on my mind or that I want to remember. I do censor to a degree, otherwise you'd really think me a freak, you can't really put EVERYTHING you're thinking into writing. I really hate when people say "making love"... sounds way too cheesy for me. Really though, sex is such an odd thing. Kinda gross really, but still, satisfying. Epecially when you truly love the man you've been with for almost 11 years, have had 3 children with, and you still like them. Really like them and even enjoy them. That IS amazing. I remember thinking people who said sex got better as you got older were smoking crack, but now I believe it. Maybe i've just started to peak, who knows.

I don't know if was the fun weekend away from Sean and the kids or the super innappropriate/equally hilarious TV series we were watching called Life As we Know it (very attractive teenage boys in it, i know, I guess i'm a cougar) but we were both in the mood at the same time. That is rare, and things went well. They usually do, but I mean really well.

I spent the weekend up in Midway with my sisters; Susan, Amy, Nellie, and my 2 friends, Jessica and Trina. Susan is part owner of the condo and she's the one who put it all together. The condo is absolutely beautiful and the view even more so. There was also about 15 stranger ladies who were scrapbooking fiends. We watched WAY to many movies and I ate and ate and ate. We watched The wedding singer (classic), Sixteen candles(another classic that i can repeat every line), Couples retreat stupid funny), 17 again (man, when did Zac Efron go from teeny bopper pretty boy to HAWT?!), Precious (so good, but OH, so sad), Mean Girls (back when Lindsey was not a crack head) and I think a few more I don't remember. I only scrapbooked a little friday night and the rest was, like I said, movies, talking, and eating. There was a little drama with some of the ladies, who knows what their flippin problem was.

On Saturday we went to a cute little boutique in Midway, and then a cool furniture /home decor store... and that's where it hit. Oh NO! my gas was in full swing. I was stinking up the whole joint! It's pretty bad when you make yourself sick. (did I not mention I say too much?) With not enough sleep, too much soda and junk food, for me, it's the perfect storm for some raunchy smelling farts. I'm laughing at myself right now. It's just not a weekend with the Bray's without farts and someone peeing their pants. Did I mention I peed my pants? just a little. We were laughing about something stupid. It was late and everything is funny the later it gets. Well Susan (who claims she doesn't fart, yea right) was laughing so hard she lets one rip. There was also about 8 other women in the room, and Nellie and Amy and I lost it, and that's where we all almost peed ourselves.

Oh, it was a good break and hopefully we can do it again in the fall. Sean is all for it if I come back in the same sort of mood. I'm sure my girls had crazy hair and were in their pajamas all weekend.

At some point in the night I was also trying to spoon Trina, though she didn't wake me so she must've liked it.

Happy St. Paddy's

hmmm, you see what i'm seeing?