Jill's Journal

I am glad someone gets my humor

Sometimes I wonder, lol
 
I am not a little girl any more

cancer you have take my Mother, my best friend, and my tears...

I have the resources that I didn't have the last time me did this... This time I am going to pick you up and throw you across the room. you get my tears this morning, however later we are going to fight. You don't get one more!

I am not going to let you have one more!!

you remember me,

jill
 
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Graduation

cancer you have take my Mother, my best friend, and my tears...
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When my father died and we were all standing around talking, everyone got just too fucking maudlin for me.

I raised my glass and said, "this is to the celebration to the graduation of an incredible man, who successful completed life."

Died, a bit abrupt
Passed, gas? Out?
Left us, irresponsible bastard
Met his maker, Christ he was not even from Detroit

She graduated. Congratulations!

Every incredible time you had with her is still there, right up inside that twisted noodle. Tell your friends stories. My parents and my wife were a gas.

Cool funny people and I get to share stories about them from time to time.

I am annoyed, because there are times I have a few questions, ok left me, those irresponsible shits!
But totally cool shits.
 
I should play this pissed off all the time

Webbols is that all you got.? 1 goal lead and 23 shots!! We win.. Have a wonderful weekend, I know I won't see you tomorrow
 
How to quote a title!?!

Re playing Pissed off.

Tis better to be pissed off, than pissed on.... Unless you are into that sort of thing. :eek:

Spend the next week with your hands tied behind your back and only shoot with your left foot (my fucking asshole coach actually made me do this for two weeks during practice)

Holy shit want to see some serious increase in balance and increases your danger level.

But I would still pat your bottom for the win. ;-)
 
Just a pat on my bottom?

Your so tame...
 
The house to my self

Renee and Mark scored tickets to the Tiger's game and took the boys. They are staying in Columbia tonight... It feels odd to be in this house alone.. I just realized this is the first time I will like sleeping here alone...
 
Sunday not so funday

well, when you play you are going to lose... We lost our first game this morning.

So I got to spend the afternoon with Renee and her sisters, always interesting. They all know about us, and they seem to like me. When I first met her oldest sister she seemed a bit catty, however she seems to have taken a liking to me. Or Renee pulled her aside and said be nice to my girlfriend. Either way, its fun to hang out with them and listen to them telling stories about them growing up,

For me its always neat when I get to hear funny stories about people you have a connection with.. like what they were like before you knew them, I always get a few great stories... my gosh I wish I had a brother or sister...
 
Doing something?

Once the boys were on the bus.

I am assuming this is NOT a metaphor. Lez beans bussing boys is covered in the guidelines (lift the left corner near the back, its right there.

and tried not to cry.
When you get a little older, you will learn a good cry is just below a great orgasm and above chocolate ice cream, but in a dead tie with a good Meji Choco bar.

Why do you think Gawd made tear jerks, rom com, puppies and fluffy kittens.

Hasn't Renee ever said, "here wipe your tears on my panties" ?



I went up to R and M's bedroom. M had left for work by this time I cuddled with her pillow and got myself in a better frame of mind. I sent R a text and asked for her permission to do something, she gave it. (Plus I knew it would turn her on)
This is sounding possibly smutty. We need graphic details before we can decide if this should be something Renee should turn you over, as opposed to sitting you on, her knee.

What is everyone else doing for dinner?

I am in India, so I am thinking of eating a Sacred Cow.

About your ankle. I can fix that in about thirty minutes, depending on the sprain level (level 3 is can't walk on it) that level takes usually 45 minutes.

No BS.

Glad you had fun with the soccer games
 
getting over my cold..

I knew yesterday when I was standing in the rain, that I was getting sick. I got home and hung out with Renee and her sisters, and was just like feeling worse and worse.

I got up this morning and made breakfast for the boys, when I opened the fridge there was a big bowl of chicken noodle soup just waiting for me... That made me so happy, I know Renee got up early before work to make it for me and I am on my 3rd bowl, I am starting to feel better already.

So nice to be thought of and taken care of..
 
Sometimes it's what the soup represents, even more than the soup itself, that really hits the spot.

I hope you feel back in soccer-playing form soon!
 
You are so right..

Sometimes it's what the soup represents, even more than the soup itself, that really hits the spot.

I hope you feel back in soccer-playing form soon!

Like last night I was frustrated with like everyone for not checking me. Even after I told everyone to leave me alone.. Silly right.. Lol tell me I'm not an only child..

That made seeing that soup all the better, just knowing she took the time to make it herself, and it was yummy...

I think I should be good to go for tomorrow..
 
A question for everyone

Sunday will be November 9th. Renee and I met on that date last year at a wedding reception. We didnot start our relationship until later.

My question is this, should we celebrate this date?

My next question (if you think we should) what should I do for her?

I left everything open because I have never been I any type of relationship this long, and I really have no idea what to do...

Please give me your ideas...
 
Smell

When you leave your soccer bag open with 4 pairs of goalie gloves, 2 dirty sports bras, 2 pairs of sliders, and 3 jerseys, in the back seat of your closed car for 4 days it's really going to smell bad.

My goodness, I will never do that again.. I was in a hurry when I got home on Sunday, it was datenignt.. I drove one of the other cars all week..

I'll bet you could start a service. There are some people out there that would pay you good money, especially if you hung the bras, from their rear view mirror.

Charge them double, if they do not return everything washed and folded.
And I know you are sub, Renee can hand out the smacks. Nice WWII Nazi look alike uniform, high black boots, riding crop.

Charge even more if they want to keep the stuff, but have to replace (all except the shoes and the gloves, those take too much time to break in.

And they have to take you shopping (bring Renee in uniform of course) when the guy dares to say, hey I'm only taking two bras and two pairs of panties why are you trying on that Channél dress!?! Renee gets to lift the guy out of his chair by the testicles and say, "I was thinking that Haltson looked nice, which Jimmy Choo's do you think would go with that.

But you might have to move to NYC, where you have a wider variety of stores.
 
Cooking

I knew yesterday when I was standing in the rain, that I was getting sick. I got home and hung out with Renee and her sisters, and was just like feeling worse and worse.

I got up this morning and made breakfast for the boys, when I opened the fridge there was a big bowl of chicken noodle soup just waiting for me... That made me so happy, I know Renee got up early before work to make it for me and I am on my 3rd bowl, I am starting to feel better already.

So nice to be thought of and taken care of..

OK I remember reading fab kitchen They can't cook

But the chicken soup needs to NOT go in fridge. Back small burner, very low, hope they use gas, if not get that electric stove out of there. That is not they can't cook, no one can cook on an electric stove. Those are only to be used as devices of torture (see comment about turning on Nob on stove, I am assuming from word selection he is British, upper class and therefore likely a sub-maso-cuckold)

Smell of warm chicken soup filling the house when you wake up is right there with baking bread and a nice pair of pungent panties, though I think it might take your entire soccer team to fill the house sufficiently. Check with j7&j9 on the last
 
Celebrate? Absolutely! WTD?

Sunday will be November 9th. Renee and I met on that date last year at a wedding reception. We didnot start our relationship until later.

My question is this, should we celebrate this date?

My next question (if you think we should) what should I do for her?

I left everything open because I have never been I any type of relationship this long, and I really have no idea what to do...

Please give me your ideas...

One should celebrate as many things as possible. I mean I celebrate my daughter's b'day and of course her conception, much less blood. Birth took 27 hours. I usually only last 24 when conceiving.

I celebrate meeting my wife and our third dinner my house (she thought I was a gentleman! Lol)

Now I think too early for the exchange of blood. Sorry left my Emily Post at home, traveling light. Lite?

But a nice romantic dinner, exchanging panties between the appetizer and the fish course might be very romantic.

I would stop before the tying you to the table during dessert. That is more of a birthday sort of thing.

And there was no question mark in that first question! Punctuation, young lady!
You are going to be in your late thirties before you get your degree at this rate.
 
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Dead mother

I was thinking about this.

In Japanese we say nakunata

Naku to become
Nata past tense of not

She became not.

Rather elegant, at least in my mind.
 
Sunday will be November 9th. Renee and I met on that date last year at a wedding reception. We didnot start our relationship until later.

My question is this, should we celebrate this date?

My next question (if you think we should) what should I do for her?

I left everything open because I have never been I any type of relationship this long, and I really have no idea what to do...

Please give me your ideas...

In general we don't make a big deal out of anniversaries (or birthdays or holidays or...anything). So it really depends on the two of you and what your love languages are.

For years and years I would use the the same four digit number anytime I needed a four digit pin...just last week I asked MrS if he remembered (or ever knew) the significance of it. He admitted ignorance (which didn't surprise me). It's the date (month/day) that I asked him if he "Cared for me at all?" (story in my blog) - he answered "Yes".

Dude and I made up an anniversary date when we happened to attend an event that occurs on the same day every year and realized that we had been together for about 2 years.

We all took Lotus to the same restaurant we went to the night that we met all her. We didn't call it an anniversary but named the day after the concert we went to that night (and I don't remember the day but can look up the concert schedule for the band and figure it out...ahh, the internet.)

I, myself, am touched by the little things the boys do for me just because they care, not because it is a certain day. When Dude wakes me up and says, "Hey, don't you have an early meeting this morning? I made you coffee." or "Sweetie, it's supposed to snow this weekend, I put the snow tires on your car." When I get home and find that MrS had put my favorite beer in the fridge and stocked my snack cupboard with my comfort foods because he was thinking of me while out shopping or calls me from a used book store to see if I have a certain book in hardcover. But MY "love language" is "Acts of Service"...

******

If it were me? Since you remember it, I think it would be sweet to acknowledge it...but in a way that doesn't demand that you make a tradition out of it. For instance, if there is a particular food or drink at the reception that stood out - you could make a variation of it and, while serving, say something along the lines of "I remember seeing you at so-and-so's wedding a year ago, you were drinking/eating x and laughing, I thought to myself that you were someone I wanted to meet - a little later we spoke and some time later we connected. I'm so glad we had the opportunity to meet that day!" (or whatever scenario fits the bill)

Or you could wear the same outfit, and say "I was wearing this the first time we met - was it something about it that caught your eye? Did you wonder what was under it?"...or just cuddle up to her and play "Do you remember?" and share your first impressions of each other.
 
wow Jane I love that idea

Or you could wear the same outfit, and say "I was wearing this the first time we met - was it something about it that caught your eye? Did you wonder what was under it?"...or just cuddle up to her and play "Do you remember?" and share your first impressions of each other.

I love that idea I will wear the same dress, and make muscholi (if your from St. Louis you will get that one) Now I have to find the dress... hum no idea, a lot of that stuff is in storage... Ill see if I can get the key from Mark.

love the idea Jane! thank you
 
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