TheBloozeMan
oh, bugger
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Beam_of_lite said:*shaking my head*...here I was all worried that he might be floating down the river so I called...I should have known better...the Chief was out in the garage playing with his cars again
ran57gr said:
Beam_of_lite said:
*** rut roh ***ran57gr said:It's been a while since we last tied him on the kitchen table.... I've brought a few pairs of used panties that can serve us to tie him with
uh, hi girls?
Will this take long? I promised Nikki I would go to church with her today...
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Sorry for the absence... I've been all a tangle with discovery and engineering and stuff like that.
For years these periods in my life were a bone of contention in our life, our marriage. It seems like there was always something, and I'd go all myopic and pour everything I have into chasing some damned thing down. One of these things actually saved our lives, I think... it was one of these deals where I taught myself to program, and taught myself well enough that I tested through 9 credit hours of college programming classes in one afternoon, that I ended up teaching in that college, and later knocked down a job whose requirements are 15 yrs. experience and an MS in computer science - I had 4 years experience and high school diploma.
But I guess it is hell for those that are around me when I get on one of these tears - or if not hell, at least a pain in the ass. I sort of get spacey - and can't concentrate on anything other than what ever it is that has grabbed me... I'm sorry.
Anne would get a belly full of it sooner or later and jump my shit about it. There were never any ultimatums or threats, "that or me" kind of crap. But she'd pretty well let me know she didn't want a fuckin' thing to do with me until I pulled my head out of me arse.
It was one of these "events" that caused her to move out of the bedroom and into the guest room. It was a tad chilly around here for a while... then a couple weeks later when I started to plug back in we were talking and got to laughing about the fact that, one - she had made no move to move back into the bedroom, and two, I had made no move to get her to move back. We had discovered that we both slept a lot better without the other in the bed. We both snored (you bet your ass she snored) and we were both such that we'd both be up to pee a couple times during the night, or be up chasing a cramp, all of which disrupted the other.
So we agreed. Separate bedrooms. It gave way to some fun stuff. "Your place or mine.?" "Hall Sex" took on an entirely new meaning... there actually was some. It was sort of neat to feel the bed jostle in the wee hours and then feel her spoon up against my back in the middle of the night...
"Hey babe..."
"Hey..."
We bought furniture and reorganized - fuck what people thought. Anne had to talk to CJ about it - she was worried about us - different rooms and all. She was still nervous about it for a while, and then a snoring war at her own house brought it home to her... an extra bedroom would be a god-send at times.
Then there was the day that I was tied to my computer, some damned project or another and Anne came into the office and wrapped her arms around me and kissed the back of my neck. Alarm bells went off in my head, "Pay Attention! Don't go spacey on her! Shut it down and pay attention!"
I hit the save button and started to shut the program down...
"No, don't shut it down." she said, "I just wanted to thank you."
I chuckled. "For what? For being an OCD dipshit?"
"Actually, yes." Now she had my attention. I turned in my chair so she could kiss me frontards and sit in my lap... sort of, I had to suck my gut in to make one for her.
"What do you mean?" I thought it was a new way to attack me for the OCD Myopia...
She said that it had just occurred to her how much neat stuff she knew now that she never would have run across in a million years because of me being the way that I am. She explained how she had just been chatting with <somebody> and had explained to him about how fllat shooting the 25-06 was compared to the 30-06.
We both laughed at how blown his mind was that a "gurl" knew about rifles and cartridges and stuff like that. And she told me about another conversation where she had expounded knowledgably about the torque in Pontiac engines and how fast the '65 GTO was.
"I know so many neat things because of you, because of you talking to me about your projects endlessly..." We both laughed. I was getting lumped up.
I hit the kill switch on the computer and skootched her off my lap (my legs were going to sleep) and we took it to the bedroom...
That ended up being one of those all weekend deals - walking around the house half naked while taking a breather and looking for a snack, or something to drink, or smoke, and laughing our asses off.
We reached an understanding that weekend... her recognizing that the weirdness was an essential part of me, that I wouldn't be me without it. And me realizing that it got awful fuckin' lonesome for her when I would go off on one of these benders... The upshot of it all was that from then on out, no matter how involved I was, I would leave it every hour or so and search her out and see what she was up to, see if she needed help with something.
There was a night a few years ago, when we were surfing the tube, looking for the LOP (Least Objectionable Program) when she said, "Oh, just shut the damned thing off and go race your cars."
"No." I said quickly, "I'd rather spend the evening with you."
"That's nice," she smiled - sort of a wise assed smile - "I appreciate it, but I got some pictures I want to mess with... go race your cars."
She gave me a quick little peck, and dodged my fingers as I reached for one of her impertenant nipples. "Later!", she laughed.
"Deal?" I queried.
"Deal."
You know, over the last few weeks it seems like at times I can feel her looking over my shoulder, or I can feel her in the house, and I feel a need to search her out and see what she is up to... only a moment later to realize that she is gone, and can not be found.
"Go race your cars..."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm busy right now, go race your cars..."
There's coffee, if anyone is up for some...
Ole Nikker-bocker is so damned excited about bringing Dad to church today... I am going to have to go clean up in a while. I don't want to disappoint her.
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