<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2025 07:22:05 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>motherhood</category><category>sex</category><category>men and women</category><category>mom</category><category>marriage</category><category>intimacy</category><category>blog</category><category>relationships</category><category>blogging</category><category>sex life</category><category>parenting</category><category>romance</category><category>raising kids</category><category>fun</category><category>healthy relationships</category><category>award</category><category>funny</category><category>sexiness</category><category>writing</category><category>love</category><category>communication</category><category>sexy tip</category><category>sex diaries</category><category>commitment</category><category>daddy</category><category>sexy</category><category>fetishes</category><category>naughty</category><category>oral sex</category><category>pervert</category><category>self-image</category><category>sex joke</category><category>sleeping</category><category>making love</category><category>family</category><category>kinky</category><category>love life</category><category>naughty wednesday</category><category>news</category><category>tag</category><category>add your blog</category><category>babies</category><category>breasts</category><category>childbirth</category><category>fighting</category><category>four-play</category><category>masterbation</category><category>mommy</category><category>birth</category><category>cop a feel</category><category>dating</category><category>desire</category><category>fantasies</category><category>groping</category><category>habits</category><category>hottness</category><category>nudity</category><category>nursing</category><category>pregnancy</category><category>sassy Saturday</category><category>surprises</category><category>AIDS</category><category>HIV</category><category>SAHM</category><category>STD&#39;s</category><category>advertise</category><category>affair</category><category>affection</category><category>baby</category><category>balance</category><category>beauty</category><category>breastfeeding</category><category>conception</category><category>dad</category><category>embarrassing</category><category>erectile dysfunction</category><category>giving birth</category><category>hygiene</category><category>in-laws</category><category>kama sutra</category><category>kissing</category><category>lingerie</category><category>meme</category><category>orgasm</category><category>passion</category><category>porn</category><category>pregnant</category><category>sex change</category><category>sex drive</category><category>sex toys</category><category>social networking</category><category>stress</category><category>travel</category><category>turn-ons</category><category>wordless wednesday</category><title>Sex Diaries Of a Mom</title><description>What we&#39;re too afraid to talk about.</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-234174535438336755</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T12:27:29.684-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intimacy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">raising kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex life</category><title>I&#39;m Back!</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI1S32Ajn8t8vZ3Tq98m4N2ZXmzn_Q_-Ak1FDMMRylM7Z1WJCV0dEvLaxohlbwcsYNfHdb36u_MeZ4OMA-sJkoeH7Xdv2xgxHkHV3kP5dvJbqNx-Hv1nnTKYldETLMgEhQ_t7cbXOmuJw/s1600-h/funny_pictures.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278256475147138658&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI1S32Ajn8t8vZ3Tq98m4N2ZXmzn_Q_-Ak1FDMMRylM7Z1WJCV0dEvLaxohlbwcsYNfHdb36u_MeZ4OMA-sJkoeH7Xdv2xgxHkHV3kP5dvJbqNx-Hv1nnTKYldETLMgEhQ_t7cbXOmuJw/s320/funny_pictures.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After what has been a whirl-wind week of ups, and downs, being crazy busy, and completely calm, I&#39;m back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being patient with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of last week I was 100% certain that I was pregnant, and had been for a few weeks. I was having all of the symptoms, and 1 out of 4 tests read a slight positive (for anyone who does not know what I mean, it means that one of the lines in the + sign was fainter than the other one.) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I made the best decision in the world to keep myself occupied with life, and to finish all that I have been putting off, and also in not letting myself get my hopes up, because I am not pregnant ;( anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s okay though, I&#39;m alright with it now. I was, I&#39;m certain, but only a few weeks along, so it could have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has never happened to me before, and was shocking at the time. I started spotting ever so lightly on the day of my period, and then nothing for 4 days. On the 4th day, I began spotting again, all day. I thought perhaps this was normal, because some women spot slightly the first month that they are pregnant. It certainly wasn&#39;t anything near my normal heavy, aweful period. Until all of a sudden, it was the worst I&#39;ve ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to gross anyone out, but I feel it good to share the experience, that I just knew I was pregnant, because it looked as though there was a little more than just my &quot;period&quot; - if you know what I mean. Too much information, I know, but thought it good to share anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was devastated the day this happened, heart broken really, but then I remembered all the women that I know who have gone through worse, and I looked around at my beautiful family, and I knew it was going to be alright. Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have spent the week, with cramps, and aweful feelings, but have come to make a great decision in my life. I am not going to continue trying to get pregnant right away any longer, I want to give myself a bit of a break, and I&#39;m going to do one of the last things that I&#39;ve been meaning to do but have kept on the back burner in my life. I&#39;m going to lose weight! In fact, I&#39;ve already lost 5 pounds, and I&#39;m on a great new diet, and exercise program which has really been all about eating healthier, and eating the right amounts of certain types of foods. An overall bettter lifestyle change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to lose all my baby weight from my previous 3 babes, by&lt;br /&gt;March. I have 35lbs to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach my goal, I plan to go on a holiday with my hubbie to Florida if, and when I succeed - and without the kids, then we&#39;re going to start trying again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m so excited about it, and it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should have known that what I was doing with trying ti have a baby right away, was just not the right time for our family - 9 months from now, is not a great time for our family to have a new baby, and a year from now seems a whole lot better timing for us. That way there will be no stressing, and no rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&#39;m happy to report that I&#39;m happy. I&#39;m glad I took the break that I needed (some other things in my life just had to take priority for a change,) and that I&#39;m back, whether you like it, or not, you&#39;re stuck with me talking about good ol&#39; sex, and motherhood!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFc2gerg7YbqkTdTc9kJGt7pjv-FGCvvQ5pBDZn64h_SwXQrPTkVwnCilLgbuqJndV_JdGNSP-eznQzHwOkDW4vs4DsYVGAgJkNWCTG8udauFNwvKjtgumYgYA1nQo7kibhX9VAEJhyphenhyphens/s1600-h/sex1gf9.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278257094236896818&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFc2gerg7YbqkTdTc9kJGt7pjv-FGCvvQ5pBDZn64h_SwXQrPTkVwnCilLgbuqJndV_JdGNSP-eznQzHwOkDW4vs4DsYVGAgJkNWCTG8udauFNwvKjtgumYgYA1nQo7kibhX9VAEJhyphenhyphens/s320/sex1gf9.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that my period is FINALLY over, man it was horrible, tonight is going to be made into a romantic, fun, and passionate one for hubbie, and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost a week and a half without sex, I tell you even little ol&#39; me is getting kinda hungry for some lovin&#39;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, talk at you all later, thanks again for being so supportive, you gals- and guys are all so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

.  Where you can read, and talk about what we&#39;re too afraid to talk about.

Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI1S32Ajn8t8vZ3Tq98m4N2ZXmzn_Q_-Ak1FDMMRylM7Z1WJCV0dEvLaxohlbwcsYNfHdb36u_MeZ4OMA-sJkoeH7Xdv2xgxHkHV3kP5dvJbqNx-Hv1nnTKYldETLMgEhQ_t7cbXOmuJw/s72-c/funny_pictures.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>34</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-1760663931083671250</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 02:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-01T18:46:28.863-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">raising kids</category><title>I Blog for Sanity</title><description>I&#39;m sure that many Moms, and Dads that blog can relate to &quot;blogging for sanity.&quot; It truly seems to be a great venew to vent, rant, or to do whatever it is that you need to do to feel better - it&#39;s great therapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m sure many of you are also wondering what happened this morning....well no sign of any monthly visitors yet! So I&#39;m super excited, but trying to control myself since I&#39;m a firm believer in NOT getting your hopes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time, until I get a definite answer, I&#39;m going to be taking a little blogging break, because I can&#39;t bare reflecting on any thoughts at the moment, as they are all centered on 1 thing: getting pregnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So until I know either YES or NO...I&#39;m going to take a short break, and get all the things done that I&#39;ve been putting last in my life. I have a mural for my son to finish, an office that is basically a mountain of paperwork, a car that smells like poop and curdled milk, 3 dogs to groom, a blanket to finish crocheting, a few books to finish illustrating, and a few more chapters to write on my many other books, and oh....I might make a few more quilts for my kids! LOL. Whatever it takes. YES - you would be AMAZED at what I can accomplish when I put my mind to it! I&#39;ve inherited my mother&#39;s SUPER Woman gene to be super productive (hopefully reproductive too, haha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan to be back to my blog by the end of the week, and certainly by then I will have some firm answer as to whether or not I&#39;m pregnant. Either way, I believe that everything happens for a reason, and I think that this is the perfect opportunity to tie up some loose ends in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows, maybe I&#39;ll come back a changed woman! I better Mom and Wife!? We&#39;ll see. Maybe I&#39;ll just find a way to get my sanity back! Talk soon everyone, and thanks for having me in your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-blog-for-sanity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-9022758790134695304</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 02:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-30T18:56:40.137-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">childbirth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><title>If I&#39;m Not Pregnant, I&#39;m Out of My Mind</title><description>Alright Ladies, and Gentlemen, I think - I THINK that I am pregnant.  After having 3 children to date, you&#39;d think that I would just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, after just recently taking 4 pregnancy tests, if I&#39;m not pregnant, I swear that I&#39;m losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings of abnormally fatty foods that I seem willing to fight my 2 year-old for, inclination to clean like a mad woman and finish all the jobs that I&#39;ve started, an enormous gut that appears to either be brought on by years of drinking beer (I hate beer) - OR a little wee baby growing inside of me, pants too tight, insatiable urge to pee, uncomfortable when trying to sleep, either really happy - OR really sad and can&#39;t stop crying, easily agitated, and the list goes on of all the little quirks that I&#39;ve been feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of my 4 pregnancy tests by the way have been a clear &quot;-&quot; which if you have ever taken one, you&#39;ll know means that I am NOT pregnant.  Except....1 of them, it was the 3rd one that I took....there was an itty bitty, faint &quot;&quot; symbol behind the &quot;-&quot; that was almost completely indiscernible.  Now I faithfully read the instructions, and they claim that even the faintest mark of a &quot;+&quot; means that you&#39;re pregnant, even if one of the lines is substantially fainter than the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, all this anticipation, and uncertainty are driving me nuts.  Really, I just want to know already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally get my period tomorrow - the very first of the month, but no signs that it is coming as of yet.  I realize that all these symptoms seem to be coming early - but everything seems to happen sooner as far as I&#39;m concerned after the more kids you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am.  Pregnant, maybe, maybe not, maybe.  If only I had a field of daisies to pluck the pedals out of to buy some time.  I&#39;m twiddling my thumbs, oh my gosh you have no idea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here&#39;s the thing.  In the past 2 days I have made an ENTIRE quilt to pass the time (actually to keep my mind completely off of the pregnancy subject), I&#39;ve done 26 loads of laundry, changed 5 beds, vacuumed, done 7 loads of dishes, you get the point, baked 2 batches of chocolate cookies, and even made homemade pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas, I guess I&#39;m brought to one conclusion - that only time will tell, and I most certainly do not want to get my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing that I wanted to say: that I feel a real urge to be honest right here, right now.  I do not like mean people, at all.  And, I want to say (because this is my blog, and I can say whatever I feel like) that if you are going to be mean when you comment, don&#39;t bother.  You&#39;re wasting your breath, and I won&#39;t waste my time acknowledging you.  I figure that mean people must be bored, or sad.  I don&#39;t have the time in my life to be either, in fact I love all the people that I&#39;ve met thus far blogging, and enjoy sharing my little bit of my life with the world, no matter how crazy it is sometimes.  So get lost all of you mean people, and write a blog won&#39;t you!  It&#39;s a great way to vent, in your own domain, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-im-not-pregnant-im-out-of-my-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-7612835809042119023</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T05:42:59.493-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">conception</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">desire</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">giving birth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intimacy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">making love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><title>Pregnant Or Not</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jaSG8inonSSO1w-PmLyeQy3oCrF5tyTWzPHvTSliOrAyryx-gJT9alpqIjb5yWUh1buDJ6_XL6yhQrGBUrsKAXy68zs_g5DN6_5-Jfuc201DQ0Eb3i1-NfXNTjUczqYt-IZWUJO3XpQ/s1600-h/conceiving+a+baby.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272588428076280754&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jaSG8inonSSO1w-PmLyeQy3oCrF5tyTWzPHvTSliOrAyryx-gJT9alpqIjb5yWUh1buDJ6_XL6yhQrGBUrsKAXy68zs_g5DN6_5-Jfuc201DQ0Eb3i1-NfXNTjUczqYt-IZWUJO3XpQ/s320/conceiving+a+baby.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all 3 of our other children, I can honestly say that we&#39;ve never had trouble conceiving, with the labour, or the delivery. I know I am an extremely blessed woman when it comes to having children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we&#39;ve been missing having sex every once, and a while for whatever reason. Mainly because I&#39;m exhausted, and get to bed first. I&#39;m assuming this has to do with the fact that I already have 3 small children who tire me out. We have put in the effort to have sex at different times of the day though, when I&#39;m not so tired, but it doesn&#39;t seem to be cutting it - because there&#39;s nothing growing inside my tummy right now that I know of other than gas. That was too much information, I know, I&#39;m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmz87Pvp2Vx72UmxuuOQp8PpURgeL9_50QSBo_zsoPlzWqEjrXezjrmhjaplrWKgzTDtjfV5-sdCiXuS8P4z1Baiv8WqqMVOoIGwYWqx8EUw2-G7JbKNkgcMw27Qtb_D4mepE75uIFlX0/s1600-h/pregnancy+test.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272588430363699090&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmz87Pvp2Vx72UmxuuOQp8PpURgeL9_50QSBo_zsoPlzWqEjrXezjrmhjaplrWKgzTDtjfV5-sdCiXuS8P4z1Baiv8WqqMVOoIGwYWqx8EUw2-G7JbKNkgcMw27Qtb_D4mepE75uIFlX0/s320/pregnancy+test.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyhow, I know it&#39;s only been about 2 months since we&#39;ve started trying, and that&#39;s nothing compared to what other women go through on their road to pregnancy, so I am not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was wondering however is, whether or not it&#39;s true that you can only get pregnant on about 2 days in a given month? If that&#39;s the case, I just hope that those 2 days don&#39;t land when I&#39;m too tired, and sound asleep. I sure would like to pinpoint a time down. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1NIzVN2xeKgFCYJLIkMjAOS4n-U3dAx57bigNxvokDZKXtQ3cjUu8TjgBr7_ZMkbcBBSipiRAOIawVNaiYSPILV0Cnzzz-1q7obUPpQy5HtNDB5GAwxuyYzIX5HOhbCVoHScGkw_UhH4/s1600-h/conceiving+calendar.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272588428253188722&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1NIzVN2xeKgFCYJLIkMjAOS4n-U3dAx57bigNxvokDZKXtQ3cjUu8TjgBr7_ZMkbcBBSipiRAOIawVNaiYSPILV0Cnzzz-1q7obUPpQy5HtNDB5GAwxuyYzIX5HOhbCVoHScGkw_UhH4/s320/conceiving+calendar.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Conceiving a child in my opinion shouldn&#39;t be like orchestrating a play, it shouldn&#39;t be like rocket science, however because of what lies down the road for us in about 9 months, we either have to get pregnant right now, or wait a while. I wonder if any other women, and their husbands have tried planning it down to a fine science as well? I certainly feel a little strange about doing so. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by, I wish that my desire to have a baby matched my desire to have sex! It&#39;s like my heart wants another little one so badly, but my brain is saying &quot;ah well maybe not tonight.&quot; One would think that the desire to conceive would have me acting like a bunny on Viagra - but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/pregnant-or-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jaSG8inonSSO1w-PmLyeQy3oCrF5tyTWzPHvTSliOrAyryx-gJT9alpqIjb5yWUh1buDJ6_XL6yhQrGBUrsKAXy68zs_g5DN6_5-Jfuc201DQ0Eb3i1-NfXNTjUczqYt-IZWUJO3XpQ/s72-c/conceiving+a+baby.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-5288165431799478752</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-24T08:59:48.290-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">making love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oral sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">raising kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><title>Dry Spells</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1I2OIZx4jp-_G9qcxfBK3MwCuauG-Uo6rOZshZWdqjX_pVY23FvMEaFq7Xw0t7sXu2iF8WmrxaSG2k8rAOerEZyofTWWzaJWaj3WIJG3zgk5xQluFJ0o3xyqNEKPNfPgpQcG-BMUoCCo/s1600-h/no+sex.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272266948088441266&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1I2OIZx4jp-_G9qcxfBK3MwCuauG-Uo6rOZshZWdqjX_pVY23FvMEaFq7Xw0t7sXu2iF8WmrxaSG2k8rAOerEZyofTWWzaJWaj3WIJG3zgk5xQluFJ0o3xyqNEKPNfPgpQcG-BMUoCCo/s320/no+sex.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**Weep, weep** you can hear from my husband as he walks out the door to work. Man, he has it bad. Can you believe it&#39;s been 3 full sexless days for him? He must think he&#39;s practically a virgin, or something. I am certain, that as married men, and women we all go through a &quot;dry spell&quot; every once, and a while when it comes to not having sex, or giving oral sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, it&#39;s been like 3 days, and already my husband is pouting, complaining, and exaggerating that it&#39;s been weeks, almost a month - and I thought I was the one who has succumbed to memory loss after having 3 little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to know, and what I&#39;m sure many women would like to know is what is the typical length of a &quot;dry spell&quot; in a marriage? Is it a week? A month? A year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone would share their experiences as married women, and men that have children that would be great. Perhaps myself, and many other women could give our husbands who are fathers, a reason to simmer down after only missing a night or 2! After all, sometimes there is more to life than sex - right? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I know my husband would disagree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The original version of this cartoon pic is shaking, and it&#39;s quite funny, I found it at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cartoons4fun.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;www.cartoons4fun.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/dry-spells.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1I2OIZx4jp-_G9qcxfBK3MwCuauG-Uo6rOZshZWdqjX_pVY23FvMEaFq7Xw0t7sXu2iF8WmrxaSG2k8rAOerEZyofTWWzaJWaj3WIJG3zgk5xQluFJ0o3xyqNEKPNfPgpQcG-BMUoCCo/s72-c/no+sex.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>22</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-6261407789536313186</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 18:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-21T10:55:00.978-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">communication</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oral sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">raising kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sleeping</category><title>Fire in My Panties</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig1UXkoECEoI8jv9mGnPUquklXK2YMTsfetLtlDgUw6q51P0WvCnKNTiZiteaQ6YemNQjQh6LSF0JgMn_KkwAhB0GX3T8UbnHFfu5ez23HjVX8DkvM7FNxqPlsOSHYFj7UxUdH5Db7yuQ/s1600-h/panties+on+fire.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271185117418776370&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig1UXkoECEoI8jv9mGnPUquklXK2YMTsfetLtlDgUw6q51P0WvCnKNTiZiteaQ6YemNQjQh6LSF0JgMn_KkwAhB0GX3T8UbnHFfu5ez23HjVX8DkvM7FNxqPlsOSHYFj7UxUdH5Db7yuQ/s320/panties+on+fire.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is how it went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awake for 3 full hours in the middle of the night, my 2 year-old decided that he no matter what did not want to stay in his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I kept trying to put him back to bed was because I was afraid that he might fall down the stairs since he was half-asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long, and stressful night, I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;groggily&lt;/span&gt; woke because I had to. My 2 other little ones were wide awake at sunrise, and needed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn&#39;t manage to get everyone out of their pajamas, or myself for that matter, but we all did get some breakfast just before my husband was about to leave for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn&#39;t quite ready to leave just yet, and he asked me, &quot;is there anything I can do for you Sweetheart? Anything at all?&quot;  He seemed to be reluctant to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;YES! - if you&#39;re going to hang around for a bit, you could please look after the kids for just a half hour so I can get some rest, my head feels like it&#39;s going to explode.&quot; I plea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sure!&quot; He says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m just tingling with excitement, and love for my husband. What a great guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How about we go back to bed, make love, and then I&#39;ll watch the kids?&quot; He continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well that sounds perfect minus the making love part, someone has to watch the kids.&quot; I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh, well, I have to get going anyway.&quot; He says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, what about my nap!?&quot; I ask, feeling totally misled, and unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t actually have time.&quot; He says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time!?? What happened to his generous offer just seconds earlier, oh wait, I know as soon as sex was taken out of the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;equation&lt;/span&gt;, my Dear husband ran out of time. Well thanks, thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day in my pajamas, with a frown on my face, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; so tired that I felt like someone had just &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;pumbled&lt;/span&gt; me, and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;squashed&lt;/span&gt; my head between 2 bricks. I thought, &quot;wait until he needs a favor from me! Sure Honey, I&#39;ll give you a great big &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;bj&lt;/span&gt;, but first.....oh wait, I forgot I don&#39;t have any time!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire-in-my-panties.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig1UXkoECEoI8jv9mGnPUquklXK2YMTsfetLtlDgUw6q51P0WvCnKNTiZiteaQ6YemNQjQh6LSF0JgMn_KkwAhB0GX3T8UbnHFfu5ez23HjVX8DkvM7FNxqPlsOSHYFj7UxUdH5Db7yuQ/s72-c/panties+on+fire.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-4493076238783185801</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T08:17:52.283-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">naughty wednesday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wordless wednesday</category><title>Wordless Wednesday</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQ4KZFW2InhyphenhyphentvrpMSUvvp8jePN7Y64IUFrdl3cdWJLodm1oK75n1xENPnXjfTghp6oilxepyzbBApJeHBcjSjcYB7et1Hut3WHRqiOFY1fY4uhOrIPGZwKtKz56pYyoRA2UhYLiyx8I/s1600-h/hot+baby.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270403478028657074&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQ4KZFW2InhyphenhyphentvrpMSUvvp8jePN7Y64IUFrdl3cdWJLodm1oK75n1xENPnXjfTghp6oilxepyzbBApJeHBcjSjcYB7et1Hut3WHRqiOFY1fY4uhOrIPGZwKtKz56pYyoRA2UhYLiyx8I/s320/hot+baby.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I normally do my &quot;Naughty Wednesday&quot; post on Wednesdays, but after seeing this picture I couldn&#39;t resist, it was so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/wordless-wednesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrQ4KZFW2InhyphenhyphentvrpMSUvvp8jePN7Y64IUFrdl3cdWJLodm1oK75n1xENPnXjfTghp6oilxepyzbBApJeHBcjSjcYB7et1Hut3WHRqiOFY1fY4uhOrIPGZwKtKz56pYyoRA2UhYLiyx8I/s72-c/hot+baby.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-6829534824155141524</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T09:35:45.820-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">award</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><title>Sex Diaries of a Mom Receives an Award!</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmriN0vG9KzNHhRuJJksOVlvAIgeFIQbdI34znU2aRCNcx5WvuwZQCbWwTlLwkKKfsR54rt2UKT1ukoDNz6WZHavmxo8XVfX4XnLSZozniyAxF6JVoKZL3sQFx9dXsvM1335jhP3lDpc/s1600-h/kreativ+blogger+award.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270047336813682146&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmriN0vG9KzNHhRuJJksOVlvAIgeFIQbdI34znU2aRCNcx5WvuwZQCbWwTlLwkKKfsR54rt2UKT1ukoDNz6WZHavmxo8XVfX4XnLSZozniyAxF6JVoKZL3sQFx9dXsvM1335jhP3lDpc/s320/kreativ+blogger+award.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to thank the totally sweet Dee from &lt;a href=&quot;http://twoofakindworkingonafullhouse.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two of a Kind, Working on a Full House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the awesome Kreativ Blogger Award. I really appreciate it Dee. Her blog is great, please stop by &lt;a href=&quot;http://twoofakindworkingonafullhouse.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two of a Kind, Working on a Full House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and show her some comment love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules for this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mention the blog that gave it to you and comment on their blog to let them know you’ve posted your award.&lt;br /&gt;2. Publish these rules.&lt;br /&gt;3. Share 6 values that are important to you and 6 things you do not support.&lt;br /&gt;4. Grant the prize to 6 people.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mention the blog that gave it to you and comment on their blog to let them know you’ve posted your award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Important Values/Beliefs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Live life to it&#39;s fullest&lt;br /&gt;2. Love with all of your heart&lt;br /&gt;3. Laugh every day&lt;br /&gt;4. Keep your inner child alive&lt;br /&gt;5. Treat others the way that you want to be treated, in equality&lt;br /&gt;6. Reach out a helping hand to those in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Values/Beliefs I do NOT support:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being mean to people&lt;br /&gt;2. Using profanities, or calling people names&lt;br /&gt;3. Abuse of any kind&lt;br /&gt;4. Materialism&lt;br /&gt;5. That anyone is better than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;6. Hatred of any kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m passing the Kreative Blogger Award on to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Sandi of &lt;a href=&quot;http://luckythirteenandcounting.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky Thirteen Plus One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Toni of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.juststopscreaming.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Daily Dose of Toni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;The Mom over at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ridingwithnohands.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riding With No Hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Kelly of &lt;a href=&quot;http://theneuroticmom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Neurotic Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Denise of &lt;a href=&quot;http://laughingwithspoons.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughing with Spoons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Jyl of &lt;a href=&quot;http://mommygossip.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy Gossip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ladies all have fabulous, and kreativ blogs, please give them all a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Dee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/sex-diaries-of-mom-receives-award_18.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmriN0vG9KzNHhRuJJksOVlvAIgeFIQbdI34znU2aRCNcx5WvuwZQCbWwTlLwkKKfsR54rt2UKT1ukoDNz6WZHavmxo8XVfX4XnLSZozniyAxF6JVoKZL3sQFx9dXsvM1335jhP3lDpc/s72-c/kreativ+blogger+award.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-5702776654624604122</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T08:02:14.721-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">commitment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">communication</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">raising kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><title>Marriage Tidbits</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Here are some great tidbits from some married people, mainly women that I found to be quite profound while reading the article &lt;a href=&quot;http://lifestyle.sympatico.msn.ca/Relationships/NEWContentPosting_CL?newsitemid=7472&amp;amp;feedname=TRANS-CANADIAN-LIVING&amp;amp;show=False&amp;amp;number=0&amp;amp;showbyline=True&amp;amp;subtitle=&amp;amp;detect=&amp;amp;abc=abc&amp;amp;date=False&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;The things no one ever tells you about being married&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I found this article over at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.canadianliving.com/relationships/love/8_things_no_one_ever_tells_you_about_being_married_2.php&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Canadian Living.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were my favourite tidbits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;If he leaves his socks on the floor on your honeymoon, chances are he is going to leave his socks on the floor on your 50&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary.&quot;&lt;/em&gt; - Shannon, 36, married 10 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;My only advice is to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.canadianliving.com/relationships/love/10_ideas_for_90_minute_dates.php&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;spend quality time together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; doing something you both enjoy.&quot;&lt;/em&gt; - Andrea, 34, married 7 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Whether you have been married for 6 months or 60 years, always put 100 per cent into your relationship and respect each other. If you looked at marriage as if both partners had the opportunity to renew the contract every 5 years, would your spouse want to renew?&quot;&lt;/em&gt; - Judy, 41, married 18 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Remember, you do not love yourself 100 per cent of the time so do not expect to love your spouse 100 per cent of the time either. Seventy-five to 80 per cent will do.&quot;&lt;/em&gt; - Helen, 59, married 35 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Learn the fine art of compromise.&quot;&lt;/em&gt; - Dave, 57 (Cathy&#39;s husband)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;If you never think I’&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; had it with him/her and I’m outta here&#39; during your marriage then I suspect you are just not human.”&lt;/em&gt; - Jane, 60, married 37 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there was one thing that I could say about marriage, it would be....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Love your partner each day as if their being with you is a gift, and you might never see them again. Laugh every day with them. Play every day with them. Surprise them each day. Love them with all of your heart, never hold back. Before you die, be able to say &#39;I lived, and I loved&#39; and never have regrets.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Mama of Romance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What would you say? Comment below, and share your words of wisdom on the subject of marriage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here&#39;s a funny video clip of a ventriloquist on the subject of marriage, there is some foul language, but it is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/olKE4JfeKnw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/olKE4JfeKnw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/marriage-tidbits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-4693188623853222140</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T11:18:24.558-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">commitment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">communication</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intimacy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pervert</category><title>Me and My Man</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJe0q9vJr8L4QgeyrABW64hBsCLl_5tjecGq699rLoHRwy73SBz7R_3J0Fs41ROWAxRgTaTpU2IImCU4_NbVEq5QRS7gVC27yfuJmqVvCgiDXqOO42ckXb9GdJ5rrlR9xGpP9crzc7Gw/s1600-h/marriage+funny.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269332057740863074&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJe0q9vJr8L4QgeyrABW64hBsCLl_5tjecGq699rLoHRwy73SBz7R_3J0Fs41ROWAxRgTaTpU2IImCU4_NbVEq5QRS7gVC27yfuJmqVvCgiDXqOO42ckXb9GdJ5rrlR9xGpP9crzc7Gw/s320/marriage+funny.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the past few weeks, I&#39;ve felt closer than ever to my husband, as both a friend, husband, co-parent, and even sexually. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this closeness? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not 100% certain, but think it has something to do with how riding all of the bumps in marriage can have you feeling closer than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve finally gotten rid of this cold that has been plaguing my family for it seems nearly a month, and feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m so glad that everyone visiting &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was kind to my nervous hubbie who had the courage to write a post. I hope that you all enjoyed it, I laughed so hard as I helped him post it - asking &quot;are you sure you want to write that!?&quot; I cannot believe that he was gusty enough to use the word &quot;dinky.&quot; He&#39;s a very comical guy. It&#39;s all in good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future, albeit the silly, and sometimes immature words that come from my husbands mouth, and alas your requests, I think he&#39;ll post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that he posted, we left for a little trip, and he was so nervous that you all might be upset, or annoyed, or thought what he wrote wasn&#39;t good that the second we got home, he booted up the computer, and checked the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for being kind to him, he&#39;s the type of guy that doesn&#39;t talk a lot, especially to other women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I&#39;m off to hang out with the family today. Look forward to a fun, and productive week. Looks like I&#39;ll be blogging away here, there, and every where so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-my-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJe0q9vJr8L4QgeyrABW64hBsCLl_5tjecGq699rLoHRwy73SBz7R_3J0Fs41ROWAxRgTaTpU2IImCU4_NbVEq5QRS7gVC27yfuJmqVvCgiDXqOO42ckXb9GdJ5rrlR9xGpP9crzc7Gw/s72-c/marriage+funny.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-4469421749234154934</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T04:00:00.778-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breasts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nursing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oral sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">orgasm</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pervert</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex life</category><title>Words from Mr. Romance</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Ks6gTu7tzZava4l2JdCkwAYdZXoewKMe_nCHX0swpyQ5HbMn_5jR6I6l5j7r7Hswz-rD-5bCmwh_MqQkUrYDoJUffaSiRLSRl8X6Hcfe1JOlRsBMUU6BMcRSDxVrvtJMLlNz6Upmg8I/s1600-h/horny+dog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267597814382272066&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Ks6gTu7tzZava4l2JdCkwAYdZXoewKMe_nCHX0swpyQ5HbMn_5jR6I6l5j7r7Hswz-rD-5bCmwh_MqQkUrYDoJUffaSiRLSRl8X6Hcfe1JOlRsBMUU6BMcRSDxVrvtJMLlNz6Upmg8I/s320/horny+dog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some things that you might want to know about me, Mr. Romance (the name my wife, not me chose. You can call me whatever you want, but don&#39;t call me late for having sex.)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;Oh, and before I get started - I&#39;m supposed to say if anyone is squeamish about sex, please come back again another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like boobies, and I like &lt;del&gt;pussy&lt;/del&gt; cats. These are some of the many things that I like about sex. I just like having sex because it feels good on my dinky. One thing that I really miss aside from the &lt;del&gt;occasional&lt;/del&gt; frequent lack of sex, is nursing from my wife’s breasts, which is something that she won’t let me do anymore. I like nipples, and having them in my mouth. One of my favourite activities is giving my wife oral sex, but it’s nice to do so when she keeps herself neat (no clitty litter.) I also like admiring my wife when’s she’s naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqh0kXfmALbC9eDHa_hYfs_n7tBeHf5BL5zwTPMZsUJE7KJVG8k2-Enu-10FwiDEYm15snR4KFpwbpT2tc0csqlOb4jqiUcLGZiAyaCGyEHbHsM7lhRhegNdQ_nFc2GXT3pbdLEbqvwVw/s1600-h/6VCAZBQU8ECA3HEDJCCAYGPHR0CAY9A6YWCAA60CTDCAIPPOOACAK9F3N2CA4TI43YCAPJVBIWCADQYPOOCA65GNL5CAR58ACWCAU7SK9BCAGNV8H2CAZJMJQZCA13WDGXCAAM5RSLCAZWGDGU.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267597804946537922&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqh0kXfmALbC9eDHa_hYfs_n7tBeHf5BL5zwTPMZsUJE7KJVG8k2-Enu-10FwiDEYm15snR4KFpwbpT2tc0csqlOb4jqiUcLGZiAyaCGyEHbHsM7lhRhegNdQ_nFc2GXT3pbdLEbqvwVw/s320/6VCAZBQU8ECA3HEDJCCAYGPHR0CAY9A6YWCAA60CTDCAIPPOOACAK9F3N2CA4TI43YCAPJVBIWCADQYPOOCA65GNL5CAR58ACWCAU7SK9BCAGNV8H2CAZJMJQZCA13WDGXCAAM5RSLCAZWGDGU.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my sex life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex life, hmmmm, I wish that I had one, that I could have sex right now, but instead I‘m writing this post for my pretty wife. I like what it says in a picture on her blog that &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;“bad sex is better than a good day at work.”&lt;/span&gt; I’d take sex over work, or anything any day. Unfortunately, I have sex about an eighth as much as I would like to now that I’m married, and have 3 kids. But, I like having little mini versions of myself running around so it‘s all good. I feel that everybody should have 5 orgasms per day. It’s true. That’s how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgE13HiAvdsNuPPGp-xtXsN3NTt0ULoXi8BsEA6jjuHJ-wHf1IrHRhuN3emnC1_hsp9NOvVST3BZi-HpO2qfB0UVWRnqAiVBD1TIRwODOuFfVbZr1bWfSMMpI8G1Xfc0C7WUdORcIDPI/s1600-h/7UCAUVYRE9CA7OGNEUCAN260EWCADKPV23CAO33O6TCAIJCPGWCAQCRLLLCAZZLE9BCA504N9ACA7OZ24TCAU0MEU1CAD84L2ECABGB5QFCA766VY6CAIV7134CAB33SH5CA33RGSICAIXQI0N.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267597808330828434&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgE13HiAvdsNuPPGp-xtXsN3NTt0ULoXi8BsEA6jjuHJ-wHf1IrHRhuN3emnC1_hsp9NOvVST3BZi-HpO2qfB0UVWRnqAiVBD1TIRwODOuFfVbZr1bWfSMMpI8G1Xfc0C7WUdORcIDPI/s320/7UCAUVYRE9CA7OGNEUCAN260EWCADKPV23CAO33O6TCAIJCPGWCAQCRLLLCAZZLE9BCA504N9ACA7OZ24TCAU0MEU1CAD84L2ECABGB5QFCA766VY6CAIV7134CAB33SH5CA33RGSICAIXQI0N.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner Desire…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wishes that I could be a porn star, I uh wouldn’t want to lose my dignity though. And, I wouldn’t want to make my wife sad. If I was a porn star I could only have sex with my wife. So, I settle for a home made movie now and again - hopefully again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLFDfHk717MDqOnAYe6qU4NtAIEw6WHcX0jdc5uGaUTnsbgmbARR8r4u6TSrKK23EOufIHLTDE11dfHjyoTcEdP7XPfYFqzlndhkRj7IUaAnYKC3Vp0P6hkMhipaV6wM3OfU9c4FaEMg/s1600-h/th_SexyAce-0145.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267597812020328978&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLFDfHk717MDqOnAYe6qU4NtAIEw6WHcX0jdc5uGaUTnsbgmbARR8r4u6TSrKK23EOufIHLTDE11dfHjyoTcEdP7XPfYFqzlndhkRj7IUaAnYKC3Vp0P6hkMhipaV6wM3OfU9c4FaEMg/s320/th_SexyAce-0145.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When asked “&lt;em&gt;If you could tell all the Moms out there one thing, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;” I say - give blow jobs, and give them often. Don’t be afraid to be on top sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked “&lt;em&gt;How do you keep the romance alive?&lt;/em&gt;” I say - talk dirty, don’t keep your hands to yourself, and flashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked “&lt;em&gt;How do you cope with the sometimes lack of sex?”&lt;/em&gt; I say - Well, I uh, use my energy on other things like work, playing with the kids, or working on the house. But, when I’m distracted by my wife, whom I’m very attracted to, I find it difficult to not want to have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglEqDFu58ezEwLeJsSUxdWtiEUncynObMYeAZ6JMaeyJEa925tOd64nE7nflnXsudDCtYNX15JohW8Cn8f4uw_CXRWyDOrkwA-feECHfZL-2JZFn0z0a7pEgmCYMtgPM-VYNFkXp13ThM/s1600-h/wet+tshirt+old+ady.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267597816417655170&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglEqDFu58ezEwLeJsSUxdWtiEUncynObMYeAZ6JMaeyJEa925tOd64nE7nflnXsudDCtYNX15JohW8Cn8f4uw_CXRWyDOrkwA-feECHfZL-2JZFn0z0a7pEgmCYMtgPM-VYNFkXp13ThM/s320/wet+tshirt+old+ady.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, I really want to know when my wife is going to host a wet t-shirt contest on her blog, I’ll take the pictures. (Of my wife, of course.) &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;No offense intended with this picture, I just think it&#39;s funny, and it&#39;s not my wife by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for boobies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have sex now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-from-mr-romance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Ks6gTu7tzZava4l2JdCkwAYdZXoewKMe_nCHX0swpyQ5HbMn_5jR6I6l5j7r7Hswz-rD-5bCmwh_MqQkUrYDoJUffaSiRLSRl8X6Hcfe1JOlRsBMUU6BMcRSDxVrvtJMLlNz6Upmg8I/s72-c/horny+dog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-6606057074866772071</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 01:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-09T18:16:50.177-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">add your blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daddy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intimacy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">raising kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex life</category><title>Who Wants to Hear From Mr. Romance?</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpWO5YSSZn5SNmD9aj8qyVf_N29OFVuJh17-f3CrV4DiXO1bel8vz2I76B-DmZ45yYqvPkOepytMiI66QoHEEQ4A3fzKBiOO0_YxuWU2tIkqDZEdikvhMnquJaqW2N27-yfOkii4AIMs/s1600-h/th_trojanad.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266844479607644994&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpWO5YSSZn5SNmD9aj8qyVf_N29OFVuJh17-f3CrV4DiXO1bel8vz2I76B-DmZ45yYqvPkOepytMiI66QoHEEQ4A3fzKBiOO0_YxuWU2tIkqDZEdikvhMnquJaqW2N27-yfOkii4AIMs/s320/th_trojanad.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband and I have talked on a few occassions about him doing a &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;GUEST post&lt;/span&gt; about how a &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; of 3 busy little kids feels about his sometimes &lt;del&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;non-existant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/del&gt; great &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;sex life&lt;/span&gt;. I&#39;d like to know from you whether or not you&#39;d like a little &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;inside look&lt;/span&gt; at the thoughts, and opinions of &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Mr. Romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, it will give me more time to take it easy, and get better (yah right!)  Can you believe that I&#39;m sick again! I swear everytime one of us gets sick in the household, then it passes on to the next person whether they&#39;ve already had it or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hubbie was just asking me actually - &quot;Why are you always sick?&quot; He said this with a&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt; pout&lt;/span&gt; on his face, thinking &quot;Man, if she&#39;s sick, that means &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;no nookie&lt;/span&gt; for me!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I just shrugged him off, I can hardly speak so I have been rather silent the last week or so. Later on, I was carrying my 1 year-old downstairs, and I was talking to him all cutesy-baby like, because I love him, and he&#39;s&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt; so cute.&lt;/span&gt; And, do you know what he did? He&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt; sneezed&lt;/span&gt; directly into my wide-open mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a big, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;wet&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; slimy&lt;/span&gt;, lumpy sneeze, just to give a really great mental picture here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, absolutely discusting. I could actually&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt; taste&lt;/span&gt; boogers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband wonders why I get sick....hahaha. I wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, let me know if you&#39;d like to hear from the Great, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;the one&lt;/span&gt;, the only, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Super Dad of&lt;/span&gt; 3, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Mr. Romance&lt;/span&gt;!  If he posts, it will be this &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - so be sure to check back for his post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-wants-to-hear-from-mr-romance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpWO5YSSZn5SNmD9aj8qyVf_N29OFVuJh17-f3CrV4DiXO1bel8vz2I76B-DmZ45yYqvPkOepytMiI66QoHEEQ4A3fzKBiOO0_YxuWU2tIkqDZEdikvhMnquJaqW2N27-yfOkii4AIMs/s72-c/th_trojanad.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-1227987094719181605</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2008 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-09T06:07:00.146-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intimacy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sexiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sexy tip</category><title>Sexy Tip #10 For Moms</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDeZpM05iD71U0C8FPOc47wzBgGI7OU1Hk1jYQes4VyFhcr9tWVzFW_cliWIyWlMPL3U9R7RMOB_U12F35o6GQOIStGE2i6pwm87qm_TqRxOG7p7AcJqpfPVKy_F_XYdsgtsYEn8Bs6g/s1600-h/401472191_5dd9059fc1_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265979153334138258&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDeZpM05iD71U0C8FPOc47wzBgGI7OU1Hk1jYQes4VyFhcr9tWVzFW_cliWIyWlMPL3U9R7RMOB_U12F35o6GQOIStGE2i6pwm87qm_TqRxOG7p7AcJqpfPVKy_F_XYdsgtsYEn8Bs6g/s320/401472191_5dd9059fc1_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Use what you&#39;ve got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&#39;s face it, not many of us Moms have tons of money to throw around.  These days some of us hardly have enough to pay the bills, and put food on the table with the way things have been going with the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...use what you&#39;ve got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy doesn&#39;t have to mean spending all kinds of money on fancy lingerie that you&#39;ll only wear once, it can be as simply as throwing on a T-shirt or apron on, and a pair of heels, and &quot;sweeping&quot; the kitchen floor.  Add bending over discretely infront of your partner, and a quick grazing of your fingers up his arm to his lips, and you have created sparks of romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be surprised at how for some men, it takes very little to turn them on.  And...for others, well maybe you need to use your imagination, but not your walet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/sexy-tip-10-for-moms.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDeZpM05iD71U0C8FPOc47wzBgGI7OU1Hk1jYQes4VyFhcr9tWVzFW_cliWIyWlMPL3U9R7RMOB_U12F35o6GQOIStGE2i6pwm87qm_TqRxOG7p7AcJqpfPVKy_F_XYdsgtsYEn8Bs6g/s72-c/401472191_5dd9059fc1_m.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-337643314608966593</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T10:03:04.655-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intimacy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">making love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><title>A Delightful Morning</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErO1A64Soc-aJ_W3Kgn8ZWze3x0rUf839eFd9OWM3e60kbxhOTIusXhl1wZtHpgVFrPfMF88HI0HkXzwgja7dydgIWWOi3JPZ5DwK4oFs7PP5Ico_wKUYgdK00l_EsfRutbRTHu0z1wM/s1600-h/PINUP152.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265976472528046354&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErO1A64Soc-aJ_W3Kgn8ZWze3x0rUf839eFd9OWM3e60kbxhOTIusXhl1wZtHpgVFrPfMF88HI0HkXzwgja7dydgIWWOi3JPZ5DwK4oFs7PP5Ico_wKUYgdK00l_EsfRutbRTHu0z1wM/s320/PINUP152.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are so many nights where I can remember that I feel just way too tired to have sex. The night before last was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fewf - I survived the day, I thought, as my head crashed onto my pillow, and I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband had not ventured to bed yet, he was busy fixing something, and when he finally got to bed I was long gone to Lala Land. Not even his best attempts at undressing, or dry humping could have woke me up that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, and he was gone to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window, I actually felt sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got downstairs, I see that he left a little note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning Darling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are so beautiful, and I love you so much. I hope that you had a good sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;XOXOX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having kissed him goodnight, or woke up with him, I wished I could just kiss him at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raced to the phone thinking that maybe I could catch him. I got a hold of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;Hi honey, I love you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Hubbie: &quot;Love you too.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;What are you doing?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWIWKqYJFPVpK2GnT39gLn5-ZfjVCjXZ-mHfWY60lipE9A_-lzUSzEni8FfTNhl0Br8ZNbD8YWmM69dmvemtxNJxjeooBjK0oCwWO-WFpjDBpPStj3iVR53MX7CPgGjDu5cqQOaLVPlWU/s1600-h/ORCASA0A5MCAOQHYRRCAZVIQCDCAIRFPSVCAE6PIN4CATQ1QOOCAC0J5BGCAC3MH03CALQYQS7CAIBILRJCA1WKJIZCAJ7CB8QCAB3TSAACAL6YQU8CA8XQ4DUCAG9YM6QCAPZ0YR3CAALWEWU.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265976469618061730&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWIWKqYJFPVpK2GnT39gLn5-ZfjVCjXZ-mHfWY60lipE9A_-lzUSzEni8FfTNhl0Br8ZNbD8YWmM69dmvemtxNJxjeooBjK0oCwWO-WFpjDBpPStj3iVR53MX7CPgGjDu5cqQOaLVPlWU/s320/ORCASA0A5MCAOQHYRRCAZVIQCDCAIRFPSVCAE6PIN4CATQ1QOOCAC0J5BGCAC3MH03CALQYQS7CAIBILRJCA1WKJIZCAJ7CB8QCAB3TSAACAL6YQU8CA8XQ4DUCAG9YM6QCAPZ0YR3CAALWEWU.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubbie: &quot;Going to work.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;Want to come home maybe?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Hubbie: &quot;Why do you want me to come home?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;Oh I don&#39;t know......you know.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Hubbie: &quot;Seriously?! I&#39;ll be right there.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids watched a movie downstairs, luckily the baby had not yet woken up, and we had a quick, but romantic morning together. It was utterly delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&#39;s just hope he doesn&#39;t expect it all of the time! But, I do have to say, I think I prefer morning sex to the so-tired-I-can-barely-move-night-sex that my husband, and I have become accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/delightful-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErO1A64Soc-aJ_W3Kgn8ZWze3x0rUf839eFd9OWM3e60kbxhOTIusXhl1wZtHpgVFrPfMF88HI0HkXzwgja7dydgIWWOi3JPZ5DwK4oFs7PP5Ico_wKUYgdK00l_EsfRutbRTHu0z1wM/s72-c/PINUP152.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-7237669583453956570</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T09:43:55.292-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">award</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex diaries</category><title>Sex Diaries of a Mom Receives An Award!</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJYFpdesO1J_cHF6b0hdilFIpsNk_96ZhF77lykfl4Ra1iyfrt8EF08qhYqFWmFiyPBAQ2s4KgaxdjtZMj0eeEJF6SmxN-b9qa7v6JtKoHVUbYLRMpuY6zJHRbKIlIsuxtcIen6iUK-k/s1600-h/uber+amazing+blog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265966703832800658&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJYFpdesO1J_cHF6b0hdilFIpsNk_96ZhF77lykfl4Ra1iyfrt8EF08qhYqFWmFiyPBAQ2s4KgaxdjtZMj0eeEJF6SmxN-b9qa7v6JtKoHVUbYLRMpuY6zJHRbKIlIsuxtcIen6iUK-k/s320/uber+amazing+blog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank the lovely &lt;a href=&quot;http://twoofakindworkingonafullhouse.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Dee&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href=&quot;http://twoofakindworkingonafullhouse.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two of a Kind, Working on a Full House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for bestowing the awesome Uber Amazing Blog Award of &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - was that ever a mouthful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you &lt;a href=&quot;http://twoofakindworkingonafullhouse.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Dee&lt;/a&gt;!!! Please &lt;a href=&quot;http://twoofakindworkingonafullhouse.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;visit Dee&#39;s awesome blog.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m going to pass this award on to some fellow bloggers that I think are Uberific, Uberliscious, Ubersasional - what a great word, &quot;uber&quot; is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the Uber Amazing Blog Award (in no particular order) goes to......dah dah dah dddaaaah.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;1. Sandi of &lt;a href=&quot;http://luckythirteenandcounting.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky Thirteen plus one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;2. Allison of &lt;a href=&quot;http://mommyto2princess.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy to 2 Princesses &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;3. Lapa37 of &lt;a href=&quot;http://tinamlapa341.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life in The Lapadula House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;4. Rhonda of &lt;a href=&quot;http://adayinrhondaslife.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Day In Rhonda&#39;s Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;5. Heinous of &lt;a href=&quot;http://h31n0us.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irregular Periodic Ruminations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*start copy here*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uber (synonym to Super) &lt;a onclick=&quot;javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview(&#39;/outbound/article/www.mommawannabe.com&#39;);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.mommawannabe.com/2008/10/uber-amazing-blog.html&quot;&gt;Amazing Blog Award&lt;/a&gt; is a blog award given to sites who: inspires you, makes you smile and laugh, or maybe gives amazing information, a great read, has an amazing design, and any other reasons you can think of that makes them uber amazing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rules of this award are: Put the logo on your blog or post, nominate at least 5 blogs (can be more) that for you are Uber Amazing, let them know that they have received this Uber Amazing award by commenting on their blog, share the love and link to this&lt;a style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot; onclick=&quot;javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview(&#39;/outbound/article/www.mommawannabe.com&#39;);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.mommawannabe.com/2008/10/uber-amazing-blog.html&quot;&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot; onclick=&quot;javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview(&#39;/outbound/article/www.mommawannabe.com&#39;);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.mommawannabe.com/2008/10/uber-amazing-blog.html&quot;&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; and to the person you received your award from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*end copy here*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/sex-diaries-of-mom-receives-award.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJYFpdesO1J_cHF6b0hdilFIpsNk_96ZhF77lykfl4Ra1iyfrt8EF08qhYqFWmFiyPBAQ2s4KgaxdjtZMj0eeEJF6SmxN-b9qa7v6JtKoHVUbYLRMpuY6zJHRbKIlIsuxtcIen6iUK-k/s72-c/uber+amazing+blog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-499313575972689780</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 12:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-05T04:27:00.509-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breasts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cop a feel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">naughty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">naughty wednesday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex joke</category><title>Naughty Wednesday</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdKW3xotUwzLibmMl3bVdwmP4tWftAKKstZhXNWapABUoROghQe1-ZbK9Ug2akTnIT2LXRO8HZLfbBr8T9pQn7r92xpwplIc3_UzzgcuPCFItuJhKecH7rsv3b6nXEUbvUglwGiCtChU/s1600-h/th_naughty.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264642336184201714&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdKW3xotUwzLibmMl3bVdwmP4tWftAKKstZhXNWapABUoROghQe1-ZbK9Ug2akTnIT2LXRO8HZLfbBr8T9pQn7r92xpwplIc3_UzzgcuPCFItuJhKecH7rsv3b6nXEUbvUglwGiCtChU/s320/th_naughty.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy is funny. He reminds me a little bit of a younger Nicholas Cage, or that other funny guy that snorts a lot. Anyhow, he&#39;s a little naughty, so without anything further ado....here&#39;s the comedian Mitch Fatel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/i7CXRui7p9A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/i7CXRui7p9A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MamaOfromance&amp;amp;postid=03Nov2008&amp;amp;meme=ww&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/naughty-wednesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdKW3xotUwzLibmMl3bVdwmP4tWftAKKstZhXNWapABUoROghQe1-ZbK9Ug2akTnIT2LXRO8HZLfbBr8T9pQn7r92xpwplIc3_UzzgcuPCFItuJhKecH7rsv3b6nXEUbvUglwGiCtChU/s72-c/th_naughty.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-8317266823466854543</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 12:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T19:18:32.875-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intimacy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oral sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><title>*R-Rated Post* On Oral</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9W4rHG33We_y80PRZp_Ep0KCOrFfSSQQZwYvQS-yEn4M7SU-JR1W77YMbObB7Y8mE7tfNyCrehp63a2BHJUwAiFgHHpzBjHKdDftk7RGWBMDBy7sJ8xB0O2k_luzyeDgGm-I2Ies5rRM/s1600-h/341147146_c18e9a6e81_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264636828058472050&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9W4rHG33We_y80PRZp_Ep0KCOrFfSSQQZwYvQS-yEn4M7SU-JR1W77YMbObB7Y8mE7tfNyCrehp63a2BHJUwAiFgHHpzBjHKdDftk7RGWBMDBy7sJ8xB0O2k_luzyeDgGm-I2Ies5rRM/s320/341147146_c18e9a6e81_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any squeamish Moms out there, or underage people, please leave this blog now - come back tomorrow when I&#39;ve posted something a little less racy. I won&#39;t be showing any r-rated pictures, but will be grazing on a subject that might have some people feeling uncomfortable, or offended. So if you don&#39;t think you can handle it, or you shouldn&#39;t be reading this, then see you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;_________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&#39;s a subject that I&#39;m almost certain many of us Moms just don&#39;t talk about. For one, many of us don&#39;t have people in our lives to talk to about it, and for another, sometimes even if we did, we don&#39;t get the chance with our kids around nearly all of the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know, to talk about whatever pops up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I can remember the very first time that I ever gave a man oral. It was traumatic for me, and so briefly, for you to understand, here&#39;s how it went:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was kissing a boyfriend at the time, and not at all ready for this kind of thing, as he said &quot;I want you to lick my c#&amp;amp;k.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1gghDuAPt-plXAsw8Uiu310BvbfNGfXrBZEfGE9Y0B6za9Er-L78EDiK1ayq2FjgSwcqbx4-AEjRLAeSc8rBrLlM-BQ5lVP6OaJrfeTXGoxMubtRBWyR4yQZElB9IPKDwm-JzynbKKfo/s1600-h/th_ickymouth.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264636826856096002&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1gghDuAPt-plXAsw8Uiu310BvbfNGfXrBZEfGE9Y0B6za9Er-L78EDiK1ayq2FjgSwcqbx4-AEjRLAeSc8rBrLlM-BQ5lVP6OaJrfeTXGoxMubtRBWyR4yQZElB9IPKDwm-JzynbKKfo/s320/th_ickymouth.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, being the shy, sweet little young woman that doesn&#39;t swear, that blunt, slightly rude question made me gasp, blush, something curdled in my stomach, and the entire thought of doing that just grossed me out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Between then, and now I went years with braces on my teeth - anyone who has had them knows that they can cause quite the problem when delving in the field of oral sex. Yikes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhoo, now that I&#39;m without those &lt;del&gt;mental&lt;/del&gt; metal obstructions, am married to a man that I truly love, and know that oral sex is something that is so &lt;del&gt;crucial&lt;/del&gt; exciting for him, I want to try my best to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzb6GqSzcycjK_JLvj66-_UQR7U3dNcfwen7M_Bg_ce7gFh7-AFQmd-3jv-whrqwQNex5POz7RDj3hMWKKuk0eR83zMygUHPz0XpP8DIoxmSTg5PnZKZpNwDa02ew0J5LDXrhAR57LpyE/s1600-h/th_thy7816_450.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264636826529028642&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzb6GqSzcycjK_JLvj66-_UQR7U3dNcfwen7M_Bg_ce7gFh7-AFQmd-3jv-whrqwQNex5POz7RDj3hMWKKuk0eR83zMygUHPz0XpP8DIoxmSTg5PnZKZpNwDa02ew0J5LDXrhAR57LpyE/s320/th_thy7816_450.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, to be honest - part of me is still a little squeamish. Man do I feel like a baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another part of me is exhausted even by the image of my head bobbing up and down at the end of the day. My head generally only wants to make 1 final motion when the day is through - and that my friend is falling straight back to hit the lovely, cushiony pillow on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How often should a woman (a Mom) give her partner oral sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNPg7NVYRDThJbd3Q6EnUDFudhc9ZA_B0SVsIt77vbfr4Kn2oPKKrZEsmWKTPZLYpE2_1nCPYhTmem0bLhbKdASzC6C-Rv49gYlcfV-AmcZd7GpDwkSBnkQGnME770XOYzN5eSXNSf-js/s1600-h/th_26.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264636834657532882&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNPg7NVYRDThJbd3Q6EnUDFudhc9ZA_B0SVsIt77vbfr4Kn2oPKKrZEsmWKTPZLYpE2_1nCPYhTmem0bLhbKdASzC6C-Rv49gYlcfV-AmcZd7GpDwkSBnkQGnME770XOYzN5eSXNSf-js/s320/th_26.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hardly have time to floss my teeth, to sit down to eat, to remember to wear deodorant. So how often should I be stroking the Ol&#39; Enchilada with my &lt;del&gt;tonsils&lt;/del&gt;, I mean mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, does anyone ever have trouble doing it!? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you are going to comment - keep your comments clean. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/r-rated-post-on-oral.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9W4rHG33We_y80PRZp_Ep0KCOrFfSSQQZwYvQS-yEn4M7SU-JR1W77YMbObB7Y8mE7tfNyCrehp63a2BHJUwAiFgHHpzBjHKdDftk7RGWBMDBy7sJ8xB0O2k_luzyeDgGm-I2Ies5rRM/s72-c/341147146_c18e9a6e81_m.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>25</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-2552424578727941276</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 02:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-03T18:25:54.797-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">healthy relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">raising kids</category><title>Reality Bites</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyInmhzTdwPphAD3yv9ScrtR1bnpUsMaeIHX-ulXKC6wvfCbNpHsetjuKo1_R8EaPPNKxLcIONh7bJlzpFIbu-T_VWKZXUWPmtJIvhc7KZuAPMJYHvZCPByN0eGH-8DihGn-7kilYqm4/s1600-h/G1CAM05NNKCAP62563CAE34JDMCA5DWK07CA1RD2CDCA3A3P5HCAIASOMCCAVBUV4UCAD6ISN4CATO54DECA1RF03VCAV9ITHJCASGFNVPCAC6YIWMCAELDN1ICAQ8C0XYCAMOL82PCAN2UUY4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264621320174317938&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyInmhzTdwPphAD3yv9ScrtR1bnpUsMaeIHX-ulXKC6wvfCbNpHsetjuKo1_R8EaPPNKxLcIONh7bJlzpFIbu-T_VWKZXUWPmtJIvhc7KZuAPMJYHvZCPByN0eGH-8DihGn-7kilYqm4/s320/G1CAM05NNKCAP62563CAE34JDMCA5DWK07CA1RD2CDCA3A3P5HCAIASOMCCAVBUV4UCAD6ISN4CATO54DECA1RF03VCAV9ITHJCASGFNVPCAC6YIWMCAELDN1ICAQ8C0XYCAMOL82PCAN2UUY4.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Literally, after months of &lt;del&gt;complaining&lt;/del&gt; bragging about my &lt;del&gt;over-worked&lt;/del&gt; wonderful, handsome husband, my son nailed our living situation right on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he is only 2 years-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came home late again, and instead of saying &quot;Daddy, Daddy!!!! Hi Daddy!&quot; like he used to, he walked up to my husband with a sour face, and said &quot;You are NOT HERE Daddy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband looked puzzled, and asked &quot;What do you mean I&#39;m not here?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My threatening-to-bite 2 year-old repeated &quot;You are NOT HERE. Nope. You are not. You are NOT here!&quot; He was starting to sound angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father now looking even more puzzled, and I just shrugged my shoulders, and said &quot;Sweetie, Daddy&#39;s here. I know he wasn&#39;t here with us earlier at Grandma, and Grandpa&#39;s house, but he&#39;s here now so please be nice to him, and say hello!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little man gave another sour look, and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that my feelings toward my husband when he&#39;s not around, albeit I keep my thoughts to myself are having an impact on my kids - sure they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxIBw0ql01jLenicvIL3_e8DpRn87nOVpwPD-8fysneimQY-EKQcQB_kYM__RBbNQkdfWw2V1SBP_11GXoS7zBgCZAMxg4Q3DG6qLndqS4kFZZQLKGf1-YW-NBMXFR0AP6-UQaOaJZRM/s1600-h/1330730112_44bc83e21c_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264621324407273250&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxIBw0ql01jLenicvIL3_e8DpRn87nOVpwPD-8fysneimQY-EKQcQB_kYM__RBbNQkdfWw2V1SBP_11GXoS7zBgCZAMxg4Q3DG6qLndqS4kFZZQLKGf1-YW-NBMXFR0AP6-UQaOaJZRM/s320/1330730112_44bc83e21c_m.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, it also doesn&#39;t help that we had just been at the in-laws, and everyone kept saying over and over again &quot;Where on earth is he?&quot; about my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids pick up on EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting better. I love my husband very much, and know that like a person&#39;s character gains strength through experiencing ups and downs, so does the character of our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks little man for giving Daddy another much needed reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/reality-bites.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyInmhzTdwPphAD3yv9ScrtR1bnpUsMaeIHX-ulXKC6wvfCbNpHsetjuKo1_R8EaPPNKxLcIONh7bJlzpFIbu-T_VWKZXUWPmtJIvhc7KZuAPMJYHvZCPByN0eGH-8DihGn-7kilYqm4/s72-c/G1CAM05NNKCAP62563CAE34JDMCA5DWK07CA1RD2CDCA3A3P5HCAIASOMCCAVBUV4UCAD6ISN4CATO54DECA1RF03VCAV9ITHJCASGFNVPCAC6YIWMCAELDN1ICAQ8C0XYCAMOL82PCAN2UUY4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-1872778588028084898</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2008 21:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-03T18:53:17.763-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intimacy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">raising kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stress</category><title>A Quarter of a Century</title><description>&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264188433324340034&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMQV2uPXgD1uc_eR70xPECx3aOqUN1_YB1S4HF_k6ewJ6O0A0uvDMYpBvjSlJs-Ktcnp227EXX4HcKUmDUKAXFqarEsQYMQYuTxfcCdQy3QU4mOkUZAY3sHWAvFV9yTQaDvsHwYzl1ms/s320/th_oldfashionbrthdyA.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;I just turned a quarter of a century, can you believe it? And although no other Birthday has ever had me really feeling differently about my life, this one seems to have created a huge impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned a quarter of a century...it keeps repeating itself inside my head, as does the long list of things that I want to do, and of who I want to be when I &quot;grow up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I sit, in my pj&#39;s, pondering my life, my 3 little men running, and crawling all around me. I&#39;m not sure if it&#39;s the fact that it feels like 2 seconds ago I was 20, and in a blink 5 years have passed, and - okay, what happened to ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn of my Birthday, I made a few decisions. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a night full of tears, barely no sleep, and having spend it alone for the first time in my entire marriage in a different bed, in a different room, crying. I got up, and I felt different. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcsPZEpLt-jrpIov9vt7V-jkC0i6zGCy1PajAOBnWa90DeuBrxiIQAgkhtQ4Wl9-xxMztSD0HIzu81AzJ81TlmSwHIQk2xFj4iW-iK5YTSg39LuEJvDtoc0SVoQf22BQNCuuV3Jge2Ofg/s1600-h/2CCAZ8LVHBCA3ADIOBCAUU8Q1WCASXREIECAABU54DCA2Z8570CAZ3IQ8VCAAU9W5ZCA93ZWK7CAV8J5HWCAX3AJMUCA14XX3ICAAROPW2CAKNYO1BCAEM8AQVCALX9H1TCA1JF8J4CAEWQ8B3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264188429585331986&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcsPZEpLt-jrpIov9vt7V-jkC0i6zGCy1PajAOBnWa90DeuBrxiIQAgkhtQ4Wl9-xxMztSD0HIzu81AzJ81TlmSwHIQk2xFj4iW-iK5YTSg39LuEJvDtoc0SVoQf22BQNCuuV3Jge2Ofg/s320/2CCAZ8LVHBCA3ADIOBCAUU8Q1WCASXREIECAABU54DCA2Z8570CAZ3IQ8VCAAU9W5ZCA93ZWK7CAV8J5HWCAX3AJMUCA14XX3ICAAROPW2CAKNYO1BCAEM8AQVCALX9H1TCA1JF8J4CAEWQ8B3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband has been making work his first priority since mid summer, and after months of fighting, and what I thought had been the worst of it behind us, I went to bed the night before my 25th Birthday with my husband calling me a &quot;bossy,&quot; &quot;nagging&quot; wife who should have dinner at least in the microwave ready for him when he gets home late, again, and strive to please not only his stomach, but his insatiable desire to have sex daily, all without having my 1 true need answered - his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose he simply cannot understand why after he works so hard to provide for his family, why I should have any complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything for me came crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8QsE6fX-6RLCB0vPD0oI6YcOH40ndkD6IfsRyEFfYRE9iOEpNClztzusjIxfWHlfbit4m-v8NtZ0ffgU5Vf5BX8KQTs8Yt5EpeyW1gErHdSgE01cWUTZjgR6seda0VLO-sGYShmxRS4/s1600-h/9058~Well-Behaved-Women-Posters.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264188432119704274&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX8QsE6fX-6RLCB0vPD0oI6YcOH40ndkD6IfsRyEFfYRE9iOEpNClztzusjIxfWHlfbit4m-v8NtZ0ffgU5Vf5BX8KQTs8Yt5EpeyW1gErHdSgE01cWUTZjgR6seda0VLO-sGYShmxRS4/s320/9058~Well-Behaved-Women-Posters.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking in the mirror at who I had become, and what I had allowed my life to be, I was silently making grave, near catastrophic decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I stay married to the man of my dreams for as long as we both shall live? Would I allow my husband to make me feel guilty for not being the bread winner of the family, and yet not being a door mat, and making demands for myself and my family? Would I continue to be the cause of his misery because his hopes have sourly been disappointed at the lack of sex in our marriage, in his opinion? Should I continue to feel alone, with no support, miserable, that I had been deceived in having a partner in marriage, in raising kids only to find out that I&#39;m on my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I continue to life a lonely existence, without the support of a husband, and father that was promised to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about my dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of being a writer, an illustrator, an artist. I wasn&#39;t going to go another day in this life without working towards these goals, never again. I&#39;ve always put what I want last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was married my mother said this to me: &quot;Don&#39;t get married. Not now. It&#39;s not the right time. You&#39;re young, you have to finish school. You&#39;ll wind up barefoot and pregnant, and he&#39;ll want to be the boss - because he&#39;ll be the one supporting you. Get your life straightened out first, get finished with school, make something of yourself, and you be his equal. He grew up with old-fashioned parents, he won&#39;t ever be able to see you as an equal unless you put yourself first.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXKuRGe6KwahE7GgwAdLmNuGYf6vZ11C5YWFNJK12t29JKV3O8QPLp_sx5cj7KZh_Ae7XFJLFm2a3ymJqp08WE8NDxJaHvPtHecjKRbz_3tpTk03nKikXMOOLqBlnHfSzOnwcpvoTL_Y/s1600-h/EVCAWEHGLOCAMC4FHPCAIV1FRLCAQBH341CAHZOWWLCAKSJ0D4CAI7TTIECAHRBEHPCA0MY8DVCA2D5FSXCA20L6FVCA3JC2D9CA50YN10CAFV9AL5CA7CM3QKCA7IAA09CA62MEC1CA3RNRA8.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264188433930085474&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXKuRGe6KwahE7GgwAdLmNuGYf6vZ11C5YWFNJK12t29JKV3O8QPLp_sx5cj7KZh_Ae7XFJLFm2a3ymJqp08WE8NDxJaHvPtHecjKRbz_3tpTk03nKikXMOOLqBlnHfSzOnwcpvoTL_Y/s320/EVCAWEHGLOCAMC4FHPCAIV1FRLCAQBH341CAHZOWWLCAKSJ0D4CAI7TTIECAHRBEHPCA0MY8DVCA2D5FSXCA20L6FVCA3JC2D9CA50YN10CAFV9AL5CA7CM3QKCA7IAA09CA62MEC1CA3RNRA8.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With these words haunting me as I look in the mirror, crying because I feel like my mom had been exactly right. With her no longer here to help console me, to listen to me, or to guide me, I feel terrible alone, and for once I feel silenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my husband knew it on the day of my Birthday, he saw it in my eyes that it was as though I had died a little - or given up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all marriages have their reasons for discord. Ours was sex, and money. While we both have different needs, and expectations, I feel like we have come to a point whether we need to decide whether we go one unhappily, happily, or not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I also believe that a person can only go on so long while being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Birthday he had agreed not to buy me anything upon my request, all that I asked for was a little of his time - specifically to help finish a room in our some what neglected house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was about to leave for work, and asked if he should go ahead and get the required materials on his way home for the job, and I said that I didn&#39;t care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have just let it be, and went about his way. But he didn&#39;t, he came home with the supplies anyway, and finished the room completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, he turned to me, and held me, and it was as though I had my old husband back. He asked what was wrong, and for once he really listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him how I felt, that I didn&#39;t want to go another 5 years with him being miserable that he doesn&#39;t get enough sex, me being the cause of his misery. I didn&#39;t want to be miserable because my kids, and myself don&#39;t get to spend enough time with him. I wanted to choose happiness. I asked - what he wanted to choose. Again, I told him my one and only request - that he just be home a little earlier, for dinner, and to help put the kids to bed, every day. That&#39;s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He choose happiness, too, albeit it&#39;s imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out that evening, it had been the first time we&#39;d gone out in a month or so. It was much needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time talking to an older neighbor that had been there as well, and this is what she had to say about marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Marriage is never perfect. Couples always have their differences, their problems. It&#39;s when one person believes that the grass might be greener on the other side, that they aren&#39;t satisfied that they are sorely mistaken, because the grass on the other side has it&#39;s pitfalls too. It&#39;s important to play together, the family that plays together, stays together. Make time for just the two of you, and make your expectations clear.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeated all of this to him, and I think we both needed the night out together, and to hear these words. Marriage certainly has it&#39;s ups, and downs, and they all certainly make us stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/11/quarter-of-century.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMQV2uPXgD1uc_eR70xPECx3aOqUN1_YB1S4HF_k6ewJ6O0A0uvDMYpBvjSlJs-Ktcnp227EXX4HcKUmDUKAXFqarEsQYMQYuTxfcCdQy3QU4mOkUZAY3sHWAvFV9yTQaDvsHwYzl1ms/s72-c/th_oldfashionbrthdyA.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-4377285735018293708</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-29T08:12:15.156-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">naughty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">naughty wednesday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">raising kids</category><title>Naughty Wednesday</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoaAQZApXzQtx3fMe-ro-86TKAIuLTb6GAZdhXwiWjpMdya9EFHDXFDvdHVYqWY8iMMggCToBKCyPBq8BqI0HxdL2IuB0sPGRPAQtQoa95wzLcJy-cngZrLNqn-2FVMjqC_emU3JABcc/s1600-h/th_naughty.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262592875617686082&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoaAQZApXzQtx3fMe-ro-86TKAIuLTb6GAZdhXwiWjpMdya9EFHDXFDvdHVYqWY8iMMggCToBKCyPBq8BqI0HxdL2IuB0sPGRPAQtQoa95wzLcJy-cngZrLNqn-2FVMjqC_emU3JABcc/s320/th_naughty.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this amazing woman comedian Mrs. Hughes as much as I did. She is so funny, and just a little naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ptaWATk_Eok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ptaWATk_Eok&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src=&quot;http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=MamaOfromance&amp;amp;postid=29Oct2008&amp;amp;meme=ww&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/naughty-wednesday_29.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoaAQZApXzQtx3fMe-ro-86TKAIuLTb6GAZdhXwiWjpMdya9EFHDXFDvdHVYqWY8iMMggCToBKCyPBq8BqI0HxdL2IuB0sPGRPAQtQoa95wzLcJy-cngZrLNqn-2FVMjqC_emU3JABcc/s72-c/th_naughty.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-7084776851880260026</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-29T09:05:37.944-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">award</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><title>Sex Diaries of a Mom Receives an Award!</title><description>I am humbled by the lovely, graceous Heather of &lt;a href=&quot;http://http//maternalspark.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maternal Spark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for bestowing me this uniquely awesome award on &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! That was a mouthful, I know but I&#39;m very excited that &lt;a href=&quot;http://maternalspark.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;, who is such a great fellow Mom Blogger - and who is so very talented, has thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.maternalspark.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v212/Heddy_e/blogaward.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post the badge on your site and link back to &lt;a href=&quot;http://maternalspark.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maternal Spark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Tag 5 of your bloggy friends who have sparked creativity, conversation, controversy and friendships! That&#39;s it, it&#39;s easy to spread the sparky love so go on...do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m tagging 5 Moms who I may not know in person, whom I consider friends, and who make my blogging seem all the more worthwhile, and who are all creative Moms that do shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Petra of &lt;a href=&quot;http://thewiseyoungmommy.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Wise (*Young*) Mommy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Melanie of &lt;a href=&quot;http://hart5.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Straight to Your Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheryl of &lt;a href=&quot;http://dailyblonde.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Daily Blonde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jen of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mommaysmayhem.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommay&#39;s Mayhem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dee of &lt;a href=&quot;http://twoofakindworkingonafullhouse.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two of a Kind Working on a Full House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of you great Moms help brighten my, and many other Moms days! Thanks to all and Thank you &lt;a href=&quot;http://maternalspark.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/sex-diaries-of-mom-receives-award_6478.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-782652316935691383</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-29T07:59:28.880-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">award</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><title>Sex Diaries of a Mom Receives an Award!</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJilWmTFzwxX-5rco81C2wuHXT1KLsJpjz3_zNFcH9tamo8cJ1g49RuWpArjUDayXZF4cKvPxBeu1_x8ixMMkoXbpjJJH0tqlkGfAXOwjYjp6geF2N0rVBr9AteUP9Un00U_4-LRhHGA/s1600-h/uber+amazing+blog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262588933706108850&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJilWmTFzwxX-5rco81C2wuHXT1KLsJpjz3_zNFcH9tamo8cJ1g49RuWpArjUDayXZF4cKvPxBeu1_x8ixMMkoXbpjJJH0tqlkGfAXOwjYjp6geF2N0rVBr9AteUP9Un00U_4-LRhHGA/s320/uber+amazing+blog.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to thank the oh so awesome Kristy over at &lt;a href=&quot;http://pinkpalacemommy.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy in Pink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for bestowing the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mommawannabe.com/2008/10/uber-amazing-blog.html&quot;&gt;Uber Amazing Blog Award&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks so much, I am honored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it&#39;s my turn to pass on this uberific award! I am going to nominate 5 of my favorite blogs, and in no particular order, here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Petra of &lt;a href=&quot;http://thewiseyoungmommy.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Wise (*Young*) Mommy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;2. Kelly of &lt;a href=&quot;http://theneuroticmom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Neurotic Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;3. The Mom Jen of &lt;a href=&quot;http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheaper Than Therapy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;4. The Mom over at &lt;a href=&quot;http://happymealsandhappyhour.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Meals &amp;amp; Happy Hour &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;5. Renee of &lt;a href=&quot;http://cutiebootycakes.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cutie Booty Cakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*start copy here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber (synonym to Super) &lt;a onclick=&quot;javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview(&#39;/outbound/article/www.mommawannabe.com&#39;);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.mommawannabe.com/2008/10/uber-amazing-blog.html&quot;&gt;Amazing Blog Award&lt;/a&gt; is a blog award given to sites who:&lt;br /&gt;~ inspires you~ makes you smile and laugh&lt;br /&gt;~ or maybe gives amazing information&lt;br /&gt;~ a great read&lt;br /&gt;~ has an amazing design&lt;br /&gt;~ and any other reasons you can think of that makes them uber amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of this award are:&lt;br /&gt;* Put the logo on your blog or post.&lt;br /&gt;* Nominate at least 5 blogs (can be more) that for you are Uber Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;* Let them know that they have received this Uber Amazing award by commenting on their blog. * Share the love and link to this&lt;a style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot; onclick=&quot;javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview(&#39;/outbound/article/www.mommawannabe.com&#39;);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.mommawannabe.com/2008/10/uber-amazing-blog.html&quot;&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot; onclick=&quot;javascript:pageTracker._trackPageview(&#39;/outbound/article/www.mommawannabe.com&#39;);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.mommawannabe.com/2008/10/uber-amazing-blog.html&quot;&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; and to the person you received your award from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end copy here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a minute to visit these fine ladies over at their blogs, they are so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/sex-diaries-of-mom-receives-award_29.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJilWmTFzwxX-5rco81C2wuHXT1KLsJpjz3_zNFcH9tamo8cJ1g49RuWpArjUDayXZF4cKvPxBeu1_x8ixMMkoXbpjJJH0tqlkGfAXOwjYjp6geF2N0rVBr9AteUP9Un00U_4-LRhHGA/s72-c/uber+amazing+blog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-693012058047563369</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-29T10:24:59.484-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tag</category><title>I&#39;ve Been Tagged!</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ttTOKP1DnRm5zRe7tCi41m9vui71vp-9938h2bstDTlP2ISom4Wq4qvf3eOthwQ7XXWkvmoKkv3P6dNz-nqi4JiUym_NnXP5jNY5Ojb6REjoGRSdVLU4RscgMgTdzqbIJoD3bb4kIA8/s1600-h/tag+you%27re+it.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262600374343506978&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ttTOKP1DnRm5zRe7tCi41m9vui71vp-9938h2bstDTlP2ISom4Wq4qvf3eOthwQ7XXWkvmoKkv3P6dNz-nqi4JiUym_NnXP5jNY5Ojb6REjoGRSdVLU4RscgMgTdzqbIJoD3bb4kIA8/s320/tag+you%27re+it.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&#39;ve been tagged by the lovely Bobby over at &lt;a href=&quot;http://mom2dm.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom2dm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Be sure to visit her blog. Thanks &lt;a href=&quot;http://mom2dm.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Bobby&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s the RULES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules in your post.&lt;br /&gt;Share 7 random/weird facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 7 random people at the end of your blog and link to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Let each person know they&#39;ve been tagged by leaving a comment in their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love fresh squeezed lemonade: 1 lemon, cut in half, juiced, 3 tsps sugar, 3 ice cubes, and a lot of water. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The most common argument I have with my husband is about sex (how much we &lt;del&gt;have&lt;/del&gt; don&#39;t have of it.) It&#39;s also about him being a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I still look at my husband the same as the day I met him. He is handsome, beyond words, and I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One time I was eating as orange in the car, and I was so hungry, I shoved half of it in my mouth at once. I started to chew, but it was absolutely full of seeds. I was on the highway, and couldn&#39;t stop to spit the wood-tasting mouthful out, and I had nothing in the car to spit it out into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I generally bite off way more than I can chew. For example, I had thought that since I was home already with my kids, it would be nice to raise puppies as well (good experience for all of us.) I would never recommend this however to anyone with 3 small children. I clean up more poo in a day than the guy driving the sewage truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I finally got my double jogging stroller, and after my 4 year-old went to school, I went for a jog. I felt like a Goddess! Oh my gosh, I finally feel free again. It was peaceful, quiet, and felt like it was just me - but my little ones were right there with me, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I&#39;m now reading the last Harry Potter book, I will admit that I think that J.K Rowling is a writing sensation/genius. Love her writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now tag....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;1. Melanie of &lt;a href=&quot;http://hart5.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Straight to Your Hart&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tena of &lt;a href=&quot;http://5150mommy.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Punky Monkey&#39;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;3. Ann of &lt;a href=&quot;http://annagain66.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ann Again...And Again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;4. Jen of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://cheaperthantherapyjen.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Cheaper Than Therapy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;5. Rachel of &lt;a href=&quot;http://followinginmyshoes.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Following in Her Shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;6. Diva Ma of &lt;a href=&quot;http://divaattitudes.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy Fabulous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;7. Becky of &lt;a href=&quot;http://bechindblueeyes.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind Blue Eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Bobby for the tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged_29.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ttTOKP1DnRm5zRe7tCi41m9vui71vp-9938h2bstDTlP2ISom4Wq4qvf3eOthwQ7XXWkvmoKkv3P6dNz-nqi4JiUym_NnXP5jNY5Ojb6REjoGRSdVLU4RscgMgTdzqbIJoD3bb4kIA8/s72-c/tag+you%27re+it.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-3198931045580815555</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-27T06:36:32.662-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">communication</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self-image</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sexiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sexy</category><title>Junk in My Trunk</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK34_dGhNaEnPIUF3wHUwCmT9xHVCnRVREvHbSS0hBUG7UM4rHdmwSv8Dp5rTUijCNWfCYfGgoCCnsI7G245qcZ3aAL9PZjiZxdflLuSkBTxsMjhH41EQYjeX3NUYOpNq5hdf3bu1AlMM/s1600-h/slaving+away.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261823266528604226&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK34_dGhNaEnPIUF3wHUwCmT9xHVCnRVREvHbSS0hBUG7UM4rHdmwSv8Dp5rTUijCNWfCYfGgoCCnsI7G245qcZ3aAL9PZjiZxdflLuSkBTxsMjhH41EQYjeX3NUYOpNq5hdf3bu1AlMM/s400/slaving+away.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I bent over to pick up some dirty clothes off of the floor, and head toward the laundry room with them, I catch my husband staring at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all days, today I look...well, like a slob. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihR-jphMAIFjYL5ulGTcNzT1MstOHgHVE10zg_TspEHDCNuzH7BpEuIGusSvQMNx4sYfZX_m73OY7XkWg_dURIGZte5wHMhKReHJPWhX7WoQeS3lEDOv6K0gpxQCdy8cFri3jbL2ZbzyM/s1600-h/th_makeup02.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261823270082652530&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihR-jphMAIFjYL5ulGTcNzT1MstOHgHVE10zg_TspEHDCNuzH7BpEuIGusSvQMNx4sYfZX_m73OY7XkWg_dURIGZte5wHMhKReHJPWhX7WoQeS3lEDOv6K0gpxQCdy8cFri3jbL2ZbzyM/s400/th_makeup02.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don&#39;t often just not care what I look like, but every rare occasion I just don&#39;t have any gusto left to fiddle with my hair, or get all dressed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, I had in mind to tackle a million things around the house, all of which would render me even more dirty, and slobbish looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubbie is still staring. He doesn&#39;t really look like he&#39;s happy, sad, mad, annoyed. Just a blank expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Straight away, I think to myself, oh gosh he must think I&#39;m gross. Or fat. One or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;What are you looking at?&quot; I ask as he continues to stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says, &quot;Just at the junk in your trunk.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT? Okay, so he does think I&#39;m fat! I think to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ar5tdmdjaKOGvaWF_LceOMQKyNsI0aTyrFyrUAOCcAgudaY0ymsBdl2ruT_Sgzx-_crAl3UlBffQ6CjebVEbrmSE57TOhSKUovYqhebdxwR7pic6X_aALbgb1HihX8FveklZNHs0-7I/s1600-h/bigbutt%5B1%5D+(2).jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261823263804929330&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ar5tdmdjaKOGvaWF_LceOMQKyNsI0aTyrFyrUAOCcAgudaY0ymsBdl2ruT_Sgzx-_crAl3UlBffQ6CjebVEbrmSE57TOhSKUovYqhebdxwR7pic6X_aALbgb1HihX8FveklZNHs0-7I/s400/bigbutt%5B1%5D+(2).jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&quot;What do you mean, the junk in my trunk?&quot; I ask, now slightly perturbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;You know, the junk in your trunk.&quot; He repeats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This conversation is going no where fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Alright, are you saying that I&#39;m fat? Cause you know, if you had 3 kids in 4 years I don&#39;t think you&#39;d be looking like a hot skinny super model either.&quot; I protest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He bows his head, and chuckles. &quot;No, no, I think you&#39;re pretty, I&#39;m admiring the junk in your trunk.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This still isn&#39;t making me feel any better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Alright, so you like that my butt is huge, thanks, thanks a lot. That makes me feel much better.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don&#39;t normally get caught up in these &quot;Am I fat? moments.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;No, I don&#39;t think you&#39;re fat, I&#39;m admiring your junk - you know your boobs, and your snatch.&quot; He says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I burst out laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What!? I can&#39;t believe he just said snatch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;Dear, junk in someones trunk, that means their big butt.&quot; I attempt to clarify.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;No, it means privates.&quot; He argues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&quot;No....&quot; and we have a little friendly argument about the meaning of &quot;Junk in my trunk.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think about it, the song &quot;I like big butts&quot; comes to mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows though with all this lingo that changes practically daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYsPzxL5cl-CA8Zf1qH1-3g7bDStSJHxbcUCFB1x6VW1aWkcaW4M3bIEU2F-kwY4b8BoieSHtBXRE-p-bwzD2T6IMYpOY2POZy4sjmky2MOJt0zV5rM_cDv-NUmmSr_uwbCp-xH0zVM9A/s1600-h/A2CA26TW5LCAVK5Z37CA0YJT5LCAQH04XJCAGI8ZHKCAIQA4W5CA1DPE1VCAP9XIXHCAVL48GDCA375HB7CA4MSVWUCAT8CFRCCASPFS5JCAY9W9M4CA4YO8NRCA9CEC7NCADVI488CAOOXNW0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261826117246399106&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYsPzxL5cl-CA8Zf1qH1-3g7bDStSJHxbcUCFB1x6VW1aWkcaW4M3bIEU2F-kwY4b8BoieSHtBXRE-p-bwzD2T6IMYpOY2POZy4sjmky2MOJt0zV5rM_cDv-NUmmSr_uwbCp-xH0zVM9A/s400/A2CA26TW5LCAVK5Z37CA0YJT5LCAQH04XJCAGI8ZHKCAIQA4W5CA1DPE1VCAP9XIXHCAVL48GDCA375HB7CA4MSVWUCAT8CFRCCASPFS5JCAY9W9M4CA4YO8NRCA9CEC7NCADVI488CAOOXNW0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should start a poll for everyone to vote. Does &quot;junk in your trunk&quot; mean the fat in your butt, or your private parts? You tell me, apparently I&#39;m out of the loop, but thankful that my husband doesn&#39;t think that I have a huge butt - to my knowledge anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Mama of Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;, subscribe to this Sexiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/SexDiariesOfAMom&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe in a reader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Thank you for subscribing to &lt;a href=&quot;http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;Sex Diaries of a Mom&lt;/a&gt;

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Mama of Romance xoxo&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexdiariesofamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/junk-in-my-trunk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK34_dGhNaEnPIUF3wHUwCmT9xHVCnRVREvHbSS0hBUG7UM4rHdmwSv8Dp5rTUijCNWfCYfGgoCCnsI7G245qcZ3aAL9PZjiZxdflLuSkBTxsMjhH41EQYjeX3NUYOpNq5hdf3bu1AlMM/s72-c/slaving+away.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>25</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5636423853232916796.post-5980868123378605218</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 02:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-23T19:35:54.591-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fantasies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fetishes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intimacy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men and women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><title>Strobing His Stuff</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ6vhVgGrWSnmaORb86V2aW1EUU_63PJeH-mp9lQ9B-yYj3rIkvpUm8taZgzHcfkWLZ8ppy4v-FKdSIEtVWgEeoPlpFTbDBtT9Cia8FU7B0DDbHiQoZyWOd7vfnI_fHz6dgBmj2GbCuQQ/s1600-h/kid+candy.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260542130875913682&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ6vhVgGrWSnmaORb86V2aW1EUU_63PJeH-mp9lQ9B-yYj3rIkvpUm8taZgzHcfkWLZ8ppy4v-FKdSIEtVWgEeoPlpFTbDBtT9Cia8FU7B0DDbHiQoZyWOd7vfnI_fHz6dgBmj2GbCuQQ/s400/kid+candy.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like a kid in a candy store, my husband pranced...dare I say *pranced* across our kitchen floor when he arrived home from work just the other day bearing a small box. The box appeared to house some kind of electronic/man tool/boring thing. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heeded no concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, hubbie continued to look extraordinarily excited. I wonder at this point - should I be worried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally set the mysterious box on the counter, I picked it up to get a better look, and to see what all of his excitement was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXU74kXEPcVr3FcdWvHx6BO5eNcWL6ygOrZXlyvGCn71JyUK6Xz9dO7W0y6q6PD3KzTjOkZjEv6rmQuC1MlP7n65VEKTCr00r3D6J60f_mg8v9SWn60soiTwd-DWMTP3xqN9HhXmOHgCU/s1600-h/strobe+light.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260540362636547474&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXU74kXEPcVr3FcdWvHx6BO5eNcWL6ygOrZXlyvGCn71JyUK6Xz9dO7W0y6q6PD3KzTjOkZjEv6rmQuC1MlP7n65VEKTCr00r3D6J60f_mg8v9SWn60soiTwd-DWMTP3xqN9HhXmOHgCU/s400/strobe+light.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A strobe light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband made a special trip to the hardware store, to buy a strobe light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we hosting a kiddy dance for all the 2, 3, and 4 year-olds in the neighborhood that I don&#39;t know about (I don&#39;t recall being informed about this monumental event.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realize - ahhh, it&#39;s almost Halloween!! That&#39;s why he got the light. That makes sense, he wants to set the Halloween mood for when the 1...maybe 2 trick-or-treaters come. Oh wait, we won&#39;t be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ918kMnxlRkkrAJqRGZE0dFWs55398hQWbVXVXgJNxPjbXQO1-HwztnPEyJBgwPJMHfGbHe9BTFjAHjbAEYAH2tHzOqv2fn9Lqh2Tfe3DwTpcGqnorEbilOwUDOg1_i3smJsJiVGio3o/s1600-h/stro.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260540361946796466&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ918kMnxlRkkrAJqRGZE0dFWs55398hQWbVXVXgJNxPjbXQO1-HwztnPEyJBgwPJMHfGbHe9BTFjAHjbAEYAH2tHzOqv2fn9Lqh2Tfe3DwTpcGqnorEbilOwUDOg1_i3smJsJiVGio3o/s400/stro.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is this silly forsaken thing for anyway, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask. Trying not to sound annoyed that he spent money on something frivolous, or concerned about his mental state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;Dear, why did you buy a strobe light?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi372qbA6Oomk7zodg7rBI6Az8XRO61JUB4oij3pZDvvHI6XZBChE8Z6VP2dcMLELUz3Pk4DzAopb8xecujDvS9B5VYEnUkWyfSiEqRMqpn2VqsW0wL9geGLZJEZtsQI4Vu8Bd_cBLHohU/s1600-h/strobe.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260540364561253442&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi372qbA6Oomk7zodg7rBI6Az8XRO61JUB4oij3pZDvvHI6XZBChE8Z6VP2dcMLELUz3Pk4DzAopb8xecujDvS9B5VYEnUkWyfSiEqRMqpn2VqsW0wL9geGLZJEZtsQI4Vu8Bd_cBLHohU/s400/strobe.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubbie: &quot;Just cause.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;Cause....why?&quot; I say, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubbie: &quot;It&#39;s Halloween, don&#39;t you know.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;Oh I know, well that&#39;s great! So why did you buy it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubbie: &quot;Okay, well when I was younger these babies cost like 100 bucks, and it was on sale, and I always wanted one.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZYMrMFFtDVuNA3qqR_mOjZiCTHHcZ7YYO_C9pnMSBcWEAr2he4zzJ1_L-0puIq1WCu8oaQAQZMl0F04oaaThqS-j5Ti-uNMPDO64iHmjcIDJJqdX6QLhM5c1H6II7wYzt0Y9eTHt5hs/s1600-h/disco.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260540367650739538&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZYMrMFFtDVuNA3qqR_mOjZiCTHHcZ7YYO_C9pnMSBcWEAr2he4zzJ1_L-0puIq1WCu8oaQAQZMl0F04oaaThqS-j5Ti-uNMPDO64iHmjcIDJJqdX6QLhM5c1H6II7wYzt0Y9eTHt5hs/s400/disco.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me: Trying not to laugh my buns off at how geekishly corny, cute he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head, and continue about my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tell you there was so recapitulating of the good Ol&#39; days because of that strobe light, no Sir. No heart felt fond memories of the yesteryear&#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsq8pmAliZDmtK2Vrxg_Y4M3F97HL9UX_rVCdaUh5FhwbXJQoHPuG5sdG7k4z1osL26Q3R-fTTSu15xEigyKzTqK0UEHR8GiVApws4Heo3-eLXwccRMxfD3l7jxzzUrx7sBL700oE3pWs/s1600-h/dancing.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260540369822096738&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsq8pmAliZDmtK2Vrxg_Y4M3F97HL9UX_rVCdaUh5FhwbXJQoHPuG5sdG7k4z1osL26Q3R-fTTSu15xEigyKzTqK0UEHR8GiVApws4Heo3-eLXwccRMxfD3l7jxzzUrx7sBL700oE3pWs/s400/dancing.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He did not buy it because he always wanted one. As I saw later from my view laying in bed, with my naked hovering husband jiggling, and wiggling his buns in the blinking light - he bought it because he always wanted to dance in the light of a strobe light naked, in front of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky - Hehum to be that woman. Now turn off the light so you don&#39;t fall down, and break something, and so I don&#39;t feel like the world is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the good stuff that memories together are made of. 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