Heaving bosoms

" I'm coming out, I want the world to know I've got to let it show." Good song. And no, I'm not secretly a lesbian. I can't even watch most porn because there's always the scene with the chicks gettin' it on and it totally squeams me out (not that I have a problem with lesbians, bi, whatever. I just don't need a front seat to the action is all). There's been times when I thought it might be somewhat advantageous to be a lesbian - I mean, you'd get to live with someone who understands you (and speaks Venusian instead of Martian). Honestly, I came up with a lot of good ideas to put in the advantages column, but of course the two glaring reasons why I couldn't be a lesbian (the fact that I am totally not attracted to girls, even the hot ones, and I wouldn't want to deal with all the emotional crap we women bring to the table) overruled all those other things. I may complain about living with a man (a lot), but it's nothing compared to my horror stories of living with my college roommates (that's fodder for a whole other blog). Anyways, I'm off track - this post was originally supposed to be about my love of romance novels. I'm tired of hiding it! I don't read anything unless there is a love story involved (and it needs to be the main plot, not a little side note). Yep, I have all those books with embarassing covers and titles - although the covers have improved mightily over the years, no more pictures with what's-his-butt (butter commercial guy) on them. Speaking of which, what's the deal with the heros all having long hair? Are most romance readers into that? Whenever they start describing "shoulder length hair" I have to skip over it and imagine he really had a haircut. Hair is very important to me. Off topic again...I don't know why I have been embarassed to admit my preference in literature - because it's somehow trashy? I still find myself hiding the covers of my books and skirting the question "so what are you reading?" I usually tell people "chick lit" because that can mean various things and they'll accept it and leave me alone. I know I listed romance novels on my "guilty pleasures" list so I haven't quite kept it a secret, but I just wanted to put it out there so it's not such a "guilty" thing. And just to clarify - yes, most of the time there are sex scenes, just like in a romantic movie, and I like those parts too. Think of me what you will.

blah blah blah I'm tired

I'm sorry for all you loyal readers out there - I have been majorly slacking this month on the posts. Blame it on my terrible toddler or this suck-ass cold I have, but my brain hasn't been capable of anything witty lately and I refuse to just get on here and be boring. Oh, oops, too late for that one huh? Seriously, my kids have eaten up this month and you all know I try REALLY hard to NOT blog about my kids, so therefore I have little to say right now because I haven't had a lot of downtime to ponder anything more significant than what channel to watch on TV.

TGD, my hero

So every once in awhile I have to give TGD major props, because I know I complain a lot (hello, I am married) but he really is a fantastic husband and father. Case in point: last week when my entire family was struck down with the flu. Not only did TGD take time off of work to help me take care of the kids but he then had to take even more time off to take care of ME and the kids when I got sick. And I gotta tell ya, I am not an easy patient. I do not do "sick" well. I'm whiny and very needy, plus I have a tendency to pass out while puking which makes a big mess and is sort of dangerous. We discovered this a few years ago when TGD found me lying in a pool of vomit (which he cleaned up) with my mouth open, still puking but totally passed out. So since then whenever I have to go to the bathroom he has to accompany me and literally hold me over the toilet to support me if I pass out. So combine that with having to take care of clingy kids and you'll get an idea of what an amazing guy he is. And he didn't just "get by" because while he was taking care of everybody he was also doing laundry and cleaning everything - more than once. The list could go on and on as to everything he actually did but I think you get the point. It's times like those that remind me how lucky I really am. It's why if we ever got a divorce (which will never happen because I'm not a fool) I think my mother would probably disown me and officially adopt him.