Tuesday, January 23, 2007

I Need Some Ideas

Although Tom worked some Saturday we had a very nice weekend. I woke up Saturday morning to those three little words I love to hear “Turn over Cassie”. So my day started out with a wonderful good girl and some even better loving. We spent the morning together puttering around the house. It just felt wonderful! He went in to the office though around one and I was on my own again. But I have been inspired by Theresa a while back and I am working on cleaning out closets. I did find some long forgotten lingerie that I spent a good deal of Sunday afternoon modeling for Tom.

Now I have another project in the works. The girls are getting together out west at the end of the month. I want to join them for a few days but I know Tom won’t be able to leave and I don’t know if I can convince him to let me fly there by myself. I am afraid I won’t be able to talk him into this. Long ago, before we were married, I flew any where in the world I felt like going but since Tom I have only flown once without him and that was flying to him not away. Any suggestions??

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Now let me think.

Elis tagged me the other day to come up with five thing that you do not know about me, I decided to give this one a try. I can think of many things, and many you probably don’t need to know. But here I go:

We once attended a party where we were introduced to Prince Charles. Now while I am sure he is a fine man I would be bragging more if I had been to a party and been introduced to Paul, Mel or Sky!I once won $2,000 in one afternoon gambling. I decided not to tell Tom, I thought keeping a bit of mad money around was a good idea. I thought that until Tom found it and suddenly the money wasn’t the only thing that was mad!!

I did not graduate from college. I have always regretted this. I was very hesitant to start writing the blog because I was afraid of sounding uneducated among all you accomplished writers. Don’t tell me I can go back now – I’m not going to. That time has passed.

When Tom gets mad about something he calls me Cassie Jane, I’m not sure why it’s not my name but when he walks in and shouts “Cassie Jane” I know that I am probably not going to like the conversation or anything else that follows!

The day of my first husband’s funeral was interesting. It was one of the few times I ever remember my mother touching me. We had an argument and she slapped me. After that day I cut off contact with my parents. My father always though my first husband was a “Decent man who will take care of you”. My father always backed him even thought he knew that he beat me.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Happy Birthday CeeCi

CeeCi honey,
I wish you the happiest of birthdays! It was our dear Paul who directed me to your lovely garden. What a find! When I think of you and all we have learned from and about you the word class comes to mind. Your site is one I often read to Tom and I have him come to look at your pictures. He too has called you and your site classy. I haven’t commented as much as I should but I am a daily visitor!

For your birthday I wish you every desire in your heart. Your months of sobriety are the most wonderful gift you could give to yourself and those who love you. I have no doubt that Mojo is the answer to nearly everything else you need. And as I have told other children out here - enjoy yourself, but life doesn’t really get good until your sixties!!

Monday, January 01, 2007

Wonderful evening

I hope everyone enjoyed their New Years Eve! Our party was so much fun I indulged it too much of everything – too much to eat, too much to drink, too much dancing, just too much partying in general, but I loved every minute of it. Tom looked so dashing and handsome! I felt like the luckiest women in the world.

We have had such fun during the holiday season. I have even managed to stay out of any major trouble. Tom is probably getting bored with me; I may need to spice things up a bit. LOL! He doesn’t start the job until the middle of January. I wonder if I could be good enough or perhaps bad enough to talk him out of it. Oh I won’t, but a girl can dream can’t she?