He sent me roses…

My birthday was Tuesday. Fox is away on a business trip, but made me dinner and sang “Happy Birthday” to me on Saturday night before I dropped him at the airport.

So I wasn’t too sure whether there would be anything else from him on my birthday.

I woke up to a lovely text from him. Liam made me a latte (I must be doing something right as a parent). I fielded a phone calls from Will and my Mom and Step-Dad, and some early Facebook and text well-wishes.

Liam brought me breakfast in bed (a family tradition; I picked yogurt with granola and berries to make it easy for him) and we hung out. I enjoyed how pleased my little son was at doing a nice thing for me. He told me later he could make me a coffee every morning. Continue reading

Yes, it’s my birthday month. And I have pictures.

It’s my birthday month. Thanks to everyone who has sent me birthday wishes, both “publicly” and privately. It’s nice to feel the love. I started my blog two years ago today.

I have 490 boudoir pictures that I’ve been slogging through. About 100 I hated. A whole set of me up against a window in poses that made my boobs look smaller than they are and accentuated the size of my stomach and my butt.

However, there are many that I like. Lots I can’t show here without some serious editing – which I might do depending on how I feel. But for now, I’d like to share a few with you that were easy selections. You can thank Hy for her support and Dawn for her urging, which led to this post 🙂

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I’m sorry, but I’ve removed these pictures. I realized recently over time, I’ve sent a few of them to select lovers and may have put a similar one on Facebook. If anyone ever did a good image search, they would find my blog. And we all know what happens in that situation. I’m still super proud of them, but they are going to stay private. I trust you understand.

My definition of a serious relationship

Never before have I been able to define so clearly what kind of relationship I want – and how I differentiate between a relationship and a “serious” relationship. Probably worth saying up front: the latter I only want with the right guy.

I had this brainwave because I wasn’t getting it with my ex-boyfriend Tony, and I recognized there was a next level I was ready to move to, and he wasn’t.

I still remember Shenanigan’s definition of serious which was “go to art galleries together”. What a dope. My definition is a little different.

Let’s say you are dating someone, and you spend regular time together each week or every other week, depending on your child care arrangement. You may go out for dinners, see movies, spend the night with each other and go for breakfast the next morning. You may have already had the “let’s only have sex with each other” conversation. Perhaps you’ve gone away for a night or two together. Continue reading

Broken up or on a break & my 78 day to-do list

Cara asked me if Tony and I had broken up or if we are on a break. It’s a fair question.

I have to think about it as a break up, from a brain / logic perspective. I need to move on, date, assume I will never again rest my head on his fuzzy chest. I need to try to not think about what he’s doing or who he’s doing it with. I know some of his issues are situational but many are just who he is. He’s not worth the aggravation and pain and all that. And he probably doesn’t love me the way I think he does – inertia is strong with him and perhaps he just couldn’t be bothered saying he didn’t feel that way about me.

Therefore, a break up.

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The farmer I wanted to f*ck, and other stories. 

It was a jam packed weekend, and I’m glad for it. Tony’s silence and arrival tomorrow is starting to weigh heavy. Friday night I spent with a close friend and her next-door neighbour, and it was an alcohol-fueled hilarious and very detailed conversation about men and sex. It’s great to have good friends with whom I can speak openly, and I’m grateful for them.

Saturday after a sports practice for Liam, he and I drove to my father’s town which is about 90 minutes from my house. My half-brother, who is 16 years my junior, was having a birthday party. I hung out with him and his fiance, some other family members, and his friends.

When I came inside to get dinner, there was a very tall, blonde, and handsome man sitting on a bar stool already eating. I had never seen him before, and didn’t catch his name right away when I introduced myself. Turns out he’s a friend of my brothers from a theatre production they did together. He is Dutch. And a farmer. Literally, yes, a real farmer. A young, handsome, tall, Dutch, farmer.  Continue reading

41-and-a-week is NOT old. Right?!

I’m just over 41 years old. I suppose there are worse things.

This past week was…decent. I hit over 43,000 hits on my blog on my birthday. I can’t actually believe that it’s been looked at that many times, so perhaps it’s a large number, but as most things blog-related, I have no clue. It was lovely to get all those birthday wishes…so thank you 🙂

I still haven’t gotten my period which is SUPER annoying. There is nothing like being pre-menstrual for a whole month. Sheesh.

Anyway, I had little time to focus on my generalised funk, because my days usually go as follows: Continue reading

Happy Birthday to Me

Today is the first day of my birthday month. I’m a Virgo. Yay me.

One of the only things I miss about being married is having someone to do things for you like give you breakfast in bed (our birthday tradition) and make sure people show up if you want to celebrate with others.

It’s one of the things that’s had me feeling down this past week. But my son will be with me on my birthday, I arranged for my Mom and Step-Dad to come by for breakfast, and I invited a few girlfriends and their children to stop by for a few hours in the afternoon.

I thought I’d share what I was up to last week, in case you missed it: Continue reading