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I'm feeling a little stupid today so here's what I'm going to do:  I'm going to blog but I'm also going to play with the dirty dice I received in the mail last week.  I'm not actually going to do what the dice say, but I'm going to write it out.

Can you tell I have no actual reason to be blogging other than I just wanna write?  Sigh...

Okay, First roll: Lick the mouth (And it starts)

I have absolutely nothing to blog about.  I cannot stress enough how BS this blog entry is going to be because I use this space to clear my head and for probably the first time in a long time, my head is so clear I can see from one side to the other.  This is an awesome feeling.  I have very few worries and even they aren't ones that are going to grow and multiply into clouds that are going to make me all turmoil-y inside anymore.  Yay

Second Roll: Touch the breasts (Just touch?)

I recently got to discover what making out was.  In all of my life, yes all 34 years of it, I have never made out.  I have kissed and been kissed briefly in my life, more and more in the past few weeks, but never ever have I made out in the traditional sense.  Until last weekend.

Third Roll: Kiss the foot  (ew)

I like it.  Don't get me wrong but riddle me this.  If you are an adult and both of you are consenting to this makeout, WHY STOP THERE?  I mean damn if i wasn't frustrated as hell when it was all over. Screw modesty, there was no solving that problem myself when I got home.  There just wasn't.  To tell you the truth there has been no solving that problem all freaking week.  I know that you as a human being know what I mean.  It's like someone was making a cake and handed me the spoon to lick but I don't get to eat the cake.  I mean seriously?!?!?

Fourth Roll: Kiss the Breasts. (yay)

I'm hoping to be able to solve this problem soon.  I'll say no more because I don't want to jinx it.  But the bottom line is I would really really like to solve this issue.  Like I said, though, I don't understand making out.  If you are right there at the top of the mountain, why not freaking plant your flag and slide down?  I guess if you don't have the right gear to be on that mountain that's a good reason, but damn...

Fifth Roll: Pinch the ear  (uhm)

So I was cleaning up my desk and I found my list of expectation, faults, and comfort zones.  I actually wrote this out months ago.  It was suggested to me that I should have a list of them so that I knew where I was as far as a relationship goes.  I was reading over them and I'm surprised I was in a place to think that clearly about who I am and what  want that many months ago.  A few months ago, I didn't think I was in any right state of mind to think that clearly.  I have to say I'm proud of myself.  I love that number 6 on the list of my expectations is "Don't lie to me.  Even if you know it's going to make me cry"   Go me.  I'm not going to write out the list here.  Don't ask.  If the guy I'm kinda sorta seeing wants to know about them he has but to ask and i will let him read the list but it's not a list for public eyes.

Sixth Roll:  Touch the bottom... touch the butt (Uhm... there's a picture of a hand so...whatever)

In other news, my kids leave for the Summer tomorrow.  I have mixed feelings about this.  I'm always happy that they're going away for a little bit because let's be honest, I need a break every now and then and if their dad is going to do the legwork in what's supposed to be a two person race, let him.  And I'm always sad after like three weeks of total silence and say I want them back but I don't.  This summer, however, things are a little different.  They will be staying with their father's girlfriend most of the summer.  He's going to Oklahoma for his last school that his job is sending him to and she will be forced to be ...er... mom for five weeks.  My reasoning for allowing this, is that she hopes one day to become the next Mrs. Henderson (Why in God's name I have no clue as the name never made any part of my life any better save having my kids) but if she hopes to be so one day, she should understand that the man that she's hoping to marry has three nearly grown kids that will occasionally be there for long period of time. She needs to learn that she will have to be a parental figure sometimes.  Problem is, my girls can't stand her.  I can't either but I spend way less time in her presence than they have so I think their opinion of her is a little more valid than mine.  They came home one weekend and said that she tried to make them grilled cheese sandwiches.  That she first toasted the bread and then put it in the pan and forgot to take the plastic wrapping off the cheese so it created a huge mess.  My response... how the hell do you not know how to make grilled cheese.  And this is the woman that I'm trusting not to kill my kids?!?!?

Seventh Roll: Play with the Breasts (Let's get it started)

I'm not a fool, my kids will be okay.  I'm also not stupid, my aunt and my mom will be over to get them more than they want to let on this summer.  I have a feeling that my kids will spend more time between then than they will with my ex in laws but I'm not supposed to know or suspect that because I have put my foot down and told them that they are not to go and get them more than once a week and there are to be no more than two overnights this summer.  My foot is only good for one thing... to be run over.  They think that they are going to be secretive this Summer.  I know what they're going to do and you know what?  I don't care.  The kids will tell me, or they won't.  But when they come back in the end of August, we will all have had our break and be ready for another year of grades, papers, tests, and tears.

Eighth roll:  Tickle the neck (I dare you to try)

I should get ready for work.  My mom picked the girls up for hair this morning at ten am and then is taking them to her house before VBS tonight.  Translations.  She's getting their hair done, then she's going to take them to eat, and then let them play on her computer and watch the stuff I have blocked at my house for hours until it's time to go to VBS then come home.  See?  I told you, I'm not stupid.  I just play it very well.... :)

Ninth Roll: Kiss the bottom (No.  Just no.)

I have a lot to do in the next few hours.  I don't really want to go to work but I'm going to.  And I'm going to be happy about it.  I just wanna curl up in bed and stay there and chill.  NOt a depression thing, just a want to chill. For all that I love working, I miss the days when I sat here with not a damn thing to do.  They were nice days and I miss them.

Okay.  one last roll before I get ready for work.

Tenth Roll (Come on mama needs a new pair of... wait... wrong dice...): Lick the ear... (mama likey)

Stay Frosty Bloggers!!  Go get you a pair of dirty dice and have some fun!!