Showing posts with label confessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label confessions. Show all posts

April 12, 2010

That time laying on a table half naked surrounded by three strange men was NOT sexy!

The Man-of-My-Dreams is working out of the country.
He is gone in Kazakhstan for 28 days, then he comes home for 28 days.

It is working out quite well, actually. Just about the time he's sick and tired of being gone, it's time to come home.
Then, when he starts to get on my last nerve, it's time for him to go back to work.

It's also great because we get to have a honeymoon every time he returns.
By the time his time away is over, we are very VERY ready for some quality "alone" time. *wink* *wink*

I've decided to have a surprise waiting for him each time he returns home, a little something special just for him.

This trip home was no different, I remembered one time long ago when he mentioned that he thought nipple piercings were sexy.
You know, that whole... lady outside and a wild woman/slut in the bedroom thing?
Shiny, naughty, nipple rings would certainly work for that!

After much thought, I decided that would be my surprise.

I'll admit that the thought of intentionally sticking a very sharp object through those very sensitive bits of my body, never really has crossed my mind.

But, the way I see it, If it's something that my man will enjoy, find sexy, and I'm not strongly opposed to it... Why not?

I Googled nipple piercing.
I Googled Pain with nipple piercings.
I Googled nipple piercing aftercare.
I Googled licensed piercers.
I Googled Nipple Piercing pain.... again.
I Googled Nipple numbing techniques. (none by the way!)

Then I made my appointment.
I wanted to get em done a few weeks before my man came home, so they would have some time to heal a bit before he got home and wanted to "play".

I went by myself to the piercing studio.
There were two younger guys there.
I walked in and they immediately knew who I was...
Your that Wife Swap lady!!!
My mom loves your episode! He got on the phone with his mother.
"Oh Great" I thought....
"Now everyone in my tiny town will know that this 38yr old mother of 5 is getting her nipples pierced!"

The head piercer walked in right after me.
He was tattooed from head to toe.
But he had a calming and very professional air about him.

He looked at my nipples and explained what size and gauge needle I should have for the best results (14 gauge).
Then he asked if the two younger guys could watch because they were learning.
Heck! I've nursed 4 kids!
More people have seen my nipples than have seen the Dodgers play baseball!
So, I told him it was fine.

I asked him if I needed to get my girls "happy" before the piercing...
I mean... wouldn't it be easier to stab a sharp needle through something erect than something soft and flat?
He explained that the alcohol he was gonna wipe them with would take care of that... And it did.

He wiped them clean and made little marks with his marker while I was standing up, then he had me lay on the table.
This is when my nerves really started to kick in!

Here I was.... Laying naked from the waist up, on a table, surrounded by three strange men.
The piercer was explaining his every move to his trainees and I was trying to resist the urge to get up and run out of the door.

1.... he said.
2...
3... STAB!

WOW!! it hurt.
It hurt BAD!
But it was over quickly.
Then he stabbed the ring through the fresh hole.
That hurt too!
But I lived.

"That wasn't so bad" I told him.
"Oh, the next one will hurt more" he explained....
apparently, my endorphins surged with the first piercing, and helped dull the pain.
I wouldn't have those with the second one.

1....
2....
3....
It Took My Breath Away!!
I Saw JESUS!!!
I kicked my legs.
I thought I was gonna scream!
But I didn't.

Thank God I don't have three nipples, cause that last sucker would be hole-less!

My new holes are about a month old now...
The healing process has been easier than I thought it would be.
Wearing a bra 24/7 that first week was a God-Send!

Now I have shiny little rings through my nipples.
I am thrilled with them.
So Is the Man-of-My-Dreams!

It has defiantly brought some excitement to our sex-life.
It's like we have our own naughty little secret.
well..... we DID have a naughty little secret until this post...

:)

April 08, 2009

Confessions of a Bad Baseball Mom

I have a confession to make...

Yep, it's sad, but true.
I'm a baseball Mom.
And I'm NOT good at it.

This year, The Little-Foreman-in-Pink (5)
and Worker #4 (9) are playing baseball.

This makes me a ...
running between practices 6 days a week,
attending a combined 6-8 games a week,
Filling the Water Bottles,
Slathering the Sun screen,
Spritzing the Bug Spray,
sore palms from clapping,
cracking voice from cheering,
Baseball Mom.

Now, don't get me wrong... I said I am a Baseball Mom...
I never said I was a good one!

Opening Day and the first games of the season were last week-end.
I was all excited to watch my little ones play.
The 4-5 year old T-Ball game was first.

We got there in plenty of time.
The little girls were SO cute with their over-sized pink batting helmets and face guards.
I waited for my little redhead to make her way to the plate.
She took her stance, and prepared to swing the bat.

Something came over me.
I jumped out of my seat and started yelling...
"Go Clover!!!, Hit it hard!!, Bring 'em Home!! Whoo Hoo!!'
She swung the bat, hitting the T and NOT the ball.
"That's ok Clover! You'll get it next time!! Keep your eye on the ball baby!"

Then I I heard a little voice...
"Mommy?...
Why are you yelling to Brittany? I'm your girl. I'm over here!"
Oops! I sat down and shut up.

Then it was worker #4's game.
He is 9, 9 yr old games are intense man!

The other baseball moms are Hard Core!
They all have team shirts with their kids names and numbers embroidered on the back saying things like.. "Brandon's Mom" or "Jimmy's Mom".

They all have their matching folding chairs,
Full make up,
Pom-poms,
Orange slices to give to their player.
Not a hair is out of out of place.
They know their cheers.
They have their seats saved with special bleacher chair thingies.

I, however, am lucky I remembered to brush my teeth before I rushed out the door to get to the ball park on time!

It's gonna be a Looong season!