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 Adventure
 

There are some things I’ve done in my life that I swore I’d never do. Not bad things (well, maybe some bad), just things that for whatever reason I didn’t think I’d do at that particular point in my life or at ANY point in my life actually.

 

Quite a few years ago, hubby, I and two of his friends went out to eat one night. When we left our house, it was just with intentions of going out getting pizza and having a few beers. Long story short, we went out to eat then ended up at this sports bar type of place. We just wanted to drink a few beers then head home. Well for whatever reason, they wouldn’t serve me beer, even with my ID shown to them. After a few minutes of trying to find out why they wouldn’t serve me and a few choice words from me, we left.

I’m driving down the road, ranting and raving about the whole damn beer thing not really paying attention to where I’m going. We pass the road we should’ve turned on to head home. Hubby speaks up and suggests that we go to this strip club down the road. I look at him like he’s lost his mind.

After some convincing on his part we roll up in this strip club. It was a very small place with only a few tables and of course the counter around the stage. I’m curious by nature so I’m looking around checking everything out because I’ve never been to a place like this before. It’s all new to me. Yes, I was checking out the dancers too. Had to see what all the hype is about you know.

Anyway, when I first walked in, I was pretty uncomfortable because other than the women working there, I was the only other woman. After about 10 minutes it was nothing to it though. It felt like any other bar but with women on stage.

The bar around the stage puts the dancers at eye level. Men, you know what I mean if you’ve ever been into a strip club. Women, that translates into dancers asses and other parts in the men’s faces. Well my husband sits at the stage bar and turns to me and wants me to join him. WTF? I tell him, “No thanks. I’ll stay right where I am.” After the dancer had been dancing for a few minutes, he turns to me again and asks me to sit beside him. I once again decline. He asks again. I’ve already said “No” twice so I was a little irritated that he kept asking me to sit with him. I leaned across the walkway and said to him, “If I wanted pussy in my face, I’d go home and bend over in the mirror and get a good view of my own.” I said it a little louder than intended and got a few odd looks and some chuckles from the people around us.Needless to say, hubby didn’t ask me to sit beside him anymore. Come to think of it, he hasn’t asked me to go back since. Hmm….

Oh well….That was my strip club adventure that I thought I’d never do. Probably will never go again but I can say I’ve been there and done it.

 

Hubby used to constantly ask me to go hunting with him. Every time he’d ask, I’d refuse to go. It wasn’t something I was interested in doing AT ALL. He kept saying, “You’ll have fun”. I kept saying, “I doubt it, I don’t want to go, leave me alone.” Like I said before, I’m curious by nature so I thought, “What the hell, why not try it?”

I went squirrel hunting with him. Now, I couldn’t have shot the poor squirrel if I had to but I went out there to see why he liked doing this shit so much. Needless to say, I still don’t get it. I was cold, hungry and I fell asleep against a tree. That was the end of my hunting career.

 

When I was younger, I never would’ve thought that getting muddy on 4-wheelers would be fun. Mud…..YUK….but I have since found out that it’s a blast to get low, down, funky muddy. Sometimes, the muddier the better.  It’s a bitch to clean up but it’s soooo much fun.

 

We have a pool table in what we call the ‘shed’ or ‘tavern’, which is a big building that once was a small wooden shed but has been added onto and this is where we have all of our parties and the neighborhood hangs out in. This is only heated by a woodstove and there is no A/C in the summertime.

Anyway, hubby and I usually make silly bets on our pool games. Whichever one loses, has to do something the other wants them to do. Once I lost and had to play the next game in my bra and panties.This was during early fall and there was no fire in the stove so me running around in my bra and panties was not a wise thing to do at that time of year. I froze my ass….and other parts off. One other time, we wagered that who ever lost, had to dance (strip) on the pool table for the other. Yep..You guessed it. I LOST! Being a woman of my word. I danced for him on the pool table AFTER I made him cover all the windows with something so no one could see in if they happened to pull in our driveway. A word to the wise….I DO NOT recommend having sex on a pool table. It’s rough on some body parts….especially after a certain age.

 

So I’m not one without adventure. I am willing to try new things.

Which brings me to my latest adventure.

 

This Friday, some friends (all female) of ours are going out. It’s about 6 or 8 of them and they do this every year when they all come to town. They have asked me to go every year for the past 5 or 6 years and I always turn them down. It’s not the going out that I turn down; it’s the fact that they are going to a gay club.

The majority of the girls going are either lesbians or Bi. I don’t have a problem with this at all (other than a few of them can get a little carried away with PDA’s). But that’s MY opinion. I wouldn’t be the only straight person in our group going. There’s a couple of us that are straight. Or at least I think they are. Never know. Anyway, I’ve not gone in the past because…Damn, I really don’t know why. The unknown I suppose. Not sure what to expect. Not sure if I’d enjoy it. All those questions that form in a person’s mind when they are faced with something new.

 

Sometimes you’ve just got to say “Fuck It” and go for it. Live life a little. Do shit outside of the box. Experience new things. I mean new things WITHIN REASON (I won’t even touch the whole ‘try new sexual experiences’ thing). I’m still reeling from the pool table deal.

Anyway, I think I’m going to go. Curiosity killed the cat!! One thing for sure….I will never know until I check it out!!

Posted by Sybil at 12:49 PM - 12 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Graduation....money....Graduation....money
 

Inhale……….Exhale……….Inhale……….Exhale..

Ok…feeling somewhat better now.

No, not really!

 

I’ve bitched about the money end of school before and I’m back at it again.

Since school started last month, we’ve forked out right at $700 for different things. The latest being $360 for my youngest daughter’s class ring last week. We’ve got senior pictures to buy next week for NO LESS than $200

I pick my oldest daughter up from school today and she has this huge white envelope in her hand.

ME: "What’s that."

HER: "The stuff about our cap and gown and invitations."

ME: "Oh wonderful."

HER: (Laughs) "Yeah, I know…the CHEAPEST package is $205."

ME: "WHAT?…You’ve got to be kidding me!"

HER: "That’s what I said." "They range from $205 to $375."

(At least I think she said $375. I think my brain shut down at $205)

ME: "Please tell me the money isn’t due anytime soon".

HER: "Umm…Yeah, it’s due the 19th and 20th"

ME: "As in this week?"

HER: "Yeah, or at least part of it is, I think"

ME: (Hysterical laughter…and lots of shaking of my head) "We’ll look at it later and figure out what’s what."

The only reason I didn’t just beat my head against the steering wheel and be done with it is because I was driving and as much as this money thing is driving me nuts, I really want to live to see her graduate. Providing I’ll have enough gas money to get us there when the time comes.

After I finish swallowing that bit of information, I ask her different things about the actual day of graduation. I found out that she will be graduating on my daddy’s birthday, June 8th. That’s pretty cool. I know he would have been so proud of his oldest grandchild graduating from high school.

I was trying to find out how many people could attend the ceremony but she isn’t sure yet. I also found out for sure what time it would be and where it is going to be held, which is downtown. A place we avoid like the plague.

After finding this info out we went on talking about the adventure it’s going to be with my husband driving us to the place. OMG….NOT a ride I’m looking forward to!!! I’m buying earplugs and a blindfold. I don’t want to hear all the BS that will come out of his mouth and I don’t know that I want to see where I’m going while he’s driving in the city. It’s pretty scary! I would just drive, myself, but him, as a backseat driver, would drive me crazy. I’d rather scrape my nails down a chalkboard, while standing on a bed of nails. NO THANK YOU

Aside from that, my daughter is getting really getting excited about the whole graduation thing now. I think it’s finally starting to seem more real to her at this point. LIFE is getting closer and closer but that’s a whole ‘nother post!

 

Posted by Sybil at 2:44 PM - 16 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Turning 18
 

I was watching a show on PBS last night about the Korean War. I won’t pretend to know anything about the war other than the fact that my daddy served in the army during that time.

Ok…I will confess…although I watch this station a lot….Sometimes I use it as my sleep aid

Anyway, while watching this show and listening to the veteran’s stories, I heard more than one veteran mention that they spent their 18th birthday on the battlefield. I remember my daddy telling me that he was 17 when he went in so I have to assume that, like the others, he also spent his 18th birthday on the battlefield. To me, that’s a screwed up way to celebrate turning into a man.

Anyway, this really isn’t about the war. It’s about turning 18.

As I was watching this show, I was trying to remember where I was when I turned 18. Did I do anything special? Did I celebrate in any way? And like last night, I still can’t remember turning 18.

I know there was no party. I didn’t go out and do anything. That I remember anyway. Apparently it was just another day.

I can associate different things with that time in my life but nothing that pinpoints to the actual day of my 18th birthday. So I can’t really say where I was when I turned 18. I do know I was lucky enough not to celebrate it on a battlefield somewhere like my daddy and many others have.

Aside from me trying to remember where I was when I turned 18, I was thinking about my daughter turning 18 in a couple of months. Where will she be? What will she be doing? Will it be something memorable to her 20 years down the road?

All of this just swirling around in my mind last night as I drifted off to sleep. No real answers, just pondering thoughts.

Which brings me to my next question.

How did you spend your 18th birthday?

Posted by Sybil at 12:51 PM - 32 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Halloween
 

May you have the hindsight to know where you've been,

The foresight to know where you are going,

And the insight to know when you have gone too far.

[[EMOTICON:COOL2]]

 

With that said…

I am moving on to more appealing topics other than my tirades of BS.

It is October and that means Halloween is right around the corner.

We normally have a Halloween party every year that turns out to be a blast. It started a few years ago on a spur of the moment type of idea.

It was September (around the middle, I think) when my mother-in-law (who happened to live with us at the time) made mention that we should have a Halloween party.

Well don’t you know the kids jumped right on that!

So our annual Halloween party was born.

The first year was chaotic to say the least. With less than a month to plan, get decorations, costumes, food, games, and whatever else came up, I felt like I was being pulled in ten different directions. It all came together in the end very well but I was extremely tired.

The next year, we spent ALL year planning. Hitting yard sales and flea markets for anything and everything that could be used as a prop. I couldn’t tell you how many times we went to the Halloween Store looking and buying. I would browse around during my lunch break getting ideas of things I could make at home instead of buy. I think we did pretty well actually. We bought about half and made about half of what we had to decorate with. We still spent tons of money though! OUCH!

The following year we didn’t have the party. The kids and hubby were disappointed but I was burned out on Halloween. I had lived and breathed everything Halloween the year before trying to get it like I wanted it. I had just had enough at that point.

So we skipped that one year with no party, then last year we decide to have it again. Once again, we decided early in the year so that there was time to plan everything. Luckily this time, we had most of our props and just added a few here and there. I even managed to find a prop one day, while out riding the 4-wheeler. It was an old plastic dress form used for sewing. Like the one pictured below but missing the stand.

All I had was the body form, which was cool enough for me. I don’t even know how it caught my eye. It was thrown over a small hill with leaves around it. My first thought was that it was a body! Ok…so all of the Halloween talk made me a bit jumpy. What can I say?

Anyway, I tell hubby to stop so I can check it out. I walk over to it…. Very carefully. When I realize what it is, I get excited about using it for some type of decoration. I’m mumbling about why it’s in the woods and what I can do with it and hubby just looks at me and says "You’re not serious are you?" Well of course I was. I ask him to check it out to make sure there are no creepy crawlies in it. He just rolled his eyes but does as I asked. So after the coast is clear of anything ‘extra’ riding home with us. Hubby, my new friend, ‘the dummy’ and me rode home on the 4-wheeler. I guess it is a good thing that we live in the boonies. I’m sure we looked a little strange riding around giving "the dummy" a ride.

All in all, the party last year was great. It was a bit cold but we had a huge fire that was just right for the night.

We never really talked about having it this year until a couple of weeks ago. We decided that we’ll skip it again this year mainly due to time and lots of other stuff going on but I think hubby wants to make his Brunswick stew that he makes every year for the party. Fine by me. Sometimes it’s nice to skip Halloween and come back fresh for the next year.

I do miss the hoopla of it though! Sometimes

Posted by Sybil at 2:00 PM - 5 Comments   Add a Comment  
 

 Monday
 


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So far my Monday SUCKS!

How did Monday find me anyway????

I take my daughter to school every morning.  The traffice going into the school is ridiculous.  Even with a cop directing traffic it's still nuts. 

While we're edging our way up the road waiting to turn into the school this morning, the truck starts making this really weird noise.  I'm listening trying to figure out where it's coming from.  As we speed up, the noise is more pronounced.  I'm thinking "Great....just fucking great....all I need is for this bitch to break down and I'm screwed."

Since we already have one truck in the driveway with a bad transmission and the car is in the process of being worked on for brake problems...what the hell am I gonna do if this truck breaks down now??

Guess I'll look cute riding the fucking 4-wheeler to work

 

Posted by Sybil at 9:47 AM - 6 Comments   Add a Comment  
 
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