It's hot dammit!
I was listening to the radio this morning and one of the topics of conversation kind of caught my ear. They asked the question “has coochie lost its value?” Usually I turn the dial when stuff like this comes on the radio, but for some reason I was really curious about what everyone had to say. A lot of males called in and said yes it had, while of course most of the females said it hadn’t. The host of the show was saying that it’s so easy to get that it isn’t valuable anymore. He said every time he goes to the club he has his pick of women more than willing to go home with him. We all know the easier it is to get something the less valuable it becomes. That’s basic supply and demand. Are the panties dropping so frequently and easily that men don’t value it as much as they used to? Any thoughts?
This weekend was not good. My son still had a high fever and we ended up at the hospital again. His fever has been running at least 104 since last week. They can’t tell me why though. After they ran some more blood tests they decided they wanted to do a spinal tap to rule out meningitis. I hate having to make decisions like that. It’s really a damn if you do, damn if you don’t situation. I decided to go ahead and let them do it. Let me tell you… I’ve only been a mother for 18 months (28 if you include belly time) but I never want to go thru anything like that again. The sounds that came out of my baby were terrible. I’ve never heard any sound so primal and full of pain in my life. They wanted me to hold him down but I knew I couldn’t do it. My first instinct is to pick up my son when he’s hurt. With a spinal tap you have to be really still or risk paralysis. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold him still. I didn’t want to stay in the room either, cause’ I knew he would be looking at me with that “why aren’t you doing anything” look. That look just kills me. After all of that he didn’t even have meningitis. That made me feel like an even bigger asshole. Not that I wanted him too have it, I’m thankful he doesn’t, I just felt horrible about it. This morning when he woke up he was a cool as a cucumber. Hopefully it was just a virus that was a little stronger than usual. Hopefully the worse is over.
My son’s father and I had a long talk yesterday. I guess I should say a long argument. He and I cannot communicate. It seems like when I try to get my point across he doesn’t understand it and vice versa. The sheer volume of arguments we have had over the years has worn both of us down. I have never had problems like these in any relationship that I’ve ever been in. I don’t know what it is but we just can’t seem to talk to each other and that drives us both crazy. Yesterday he said I only give love to him 5% of the time. Damn. Talk about hurt feelings. Especially since all of this time I thought that was the one thing I was doing right… loving him. I guess not.
My friend is off the boat and he’s back on base so he decided to call me this morning at 5am. I don’t know what his problem is but he thinks that whenever he comes back he should call me no matter what time it is. I don’t know where he’s been and if there was a time difference, but if you want to have a nice conversation with me then don’t call me at 5am. He was all excited because he bought a motorcycle. He had one before but it was stolen. So it’s 5am and he’s telling me different things about the motorcycle and I really could give a damn but I listen. He’ll be here on Wednesday and wants to take me for a ride but I’ll have to think about that one. Motorcycles scare me. The good news is he doesn’t think he’ll be going anywhere any time soon so I have my travel buddy back for a little while.
We haven't had a summer this hot in a while. The heat wouldn't be as bad if it wasn't so humid. It's even hot at night. I hate it. It's going to be 96 degrees here tomorrow and the humidity is going to be high too. Damn!
This weekend was not good. My son still had a high fever and we ended up at the hospital again. His fever has been running at least 104 since last week. They can’t tell me why though. After they ran some more blood tests they decided they wanted to do a spinal tap to rule out meningitis. I hate having to make decisions like that. It’s really a damn if you do, damn if you don’t situation. I decided to go ahead and let them do it. Let me tell you… I’ve only been a mother for 18 months (28 if you include belly time) but I never want to go thru anything like that again. The sounds that came out of my baby were terrible. I’ve never heard any sound so primal and full of pain in my life. They wanted me to hold him down but I knew I couldn’t do it. My first instinct is to pick up my son when he’s hurt. With a spinal tap you have to be really still or risk paralysis. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold him still. I didn’t want to stay in the room either, cause’ I knew he would be looking at me with that “why aren’t you doing anything” look. That look just kills me. After all of that he didn’t even have meningitis. That made me feel like an even bigger asshole. Not that I wanted him too have it, I’m thankful he doesn’t, I just felt horrible about it. This morning when he woke up he was a cool as a cucumber. Hopefully it was just a virus that was a little stronger than usual. Hopefully the worse is over.
My son’s father and I had a long talk yesterday. I guess I should say a long argument. He and I cannot communicate. It seems like when I try to get my point across he doesn’t understand it and vice versa. The sheer volume of arguments we have had over the years has worn both of us down. I have never had problems like these in any relationship that I’ve ever been in. I don’t know what it is but we just can’t seem to talk to each other and that drives us both crazy. Yesterday he said I only give love to him 5% of the time. Damn. Talk about hurt feelings. Especially since all of this time I thought that was the one thing I was doing right… loving him. I guess not.
My friend is off the boat and he’s back on base so he decided to call me this morning at 5am. I don’t know what his problem is but he thinks that whenever he comes back he should call me no matter what time it is. I don’t know where he’s been and if there was a time difference, but if you want to have a nice conversation with me then don’t call me at 5am. He was all excited because he bought a motorcycle. He had one before but it was stolen. So it’s 5am and he’s telling me different things about the motorcycle and I really could give a damn but I listen. He’ll be here on Wednesday and wants to take me for a ride but I’ll have to think about that one. Motorcycles scare me. The good news is he doesn’t think he’ll be going anywhere any time soon so I have my travel buddy back for a little while.
We haven't had a summer this hot in a while. The heat wouldn't be as bad if it wasn't so humid. It's even hot at night. I hate it. It's going to be 96 degrees here tomorrow and the humidity is going to be high too. Damn!
posted by Meka at 12:27 PM
3 Comments:
Thank you for visiting my post. I fell out laughing at your "little incident." lol lol -- I love to laugh and clown around a little bit. It sort of makes my day.
About your precious little son, I thank God he's alright. I can't believe how doctors charge more and more money these days and the majority of the time all they can say is they don't know what the problem is. Sometimes I wonder what's happening with research.
I really enjoyed reading your post today. I'll be back.
Since my mom is probably watching, I wont comment about the panties, although, damn, Id like to. As far as the hospital incident, I can totally relate. I hated when my son had to have physical therapy when he was a newborn. They/I had to hold him down as they literally twisted his neck from side to side and he just screamed for me to help. I had to hold him down while they twisted.
Hey, I look forward to reading more about your son and motherhood. I blog alot about my son, too.
First, I'd like to extend my prayers to you that your son did not have meningitis after everything you went thru. That's a blessing. Hope that the little trooper is doing much better.
As for the question posed on the radio, well as a married man I will say unfortunately that the coochie rations have quadrupled it seems like as opposed to a man having to really work to get it so in that sense, it has lost its value.
With an obvious ring on my finger, you wouldn't believe how much women flirt with me (harmless unless you allow it to go further), push up on me and send innuendo my way just for a little get together action.
When the part of not having to work for it diminishes, the ratio for getting it as opposed to not greatly decreases. In that regard, why would a guy have to do the lil intangible things to get it? Just the way it is unfortunately...
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