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My Christmas present from Grant is a coupon in my stocking good for the kind of bed I've always wanted - which he always heard me say was "four poster". Now that he's seen examples, though, he says the style I'm after is actually "sex den". He claims that when we give people tours of the house, they'll say, "Oh, THAT'S why you have five kids" when they get to the bedroom. This reaction was after I showed him my top choice:

I have to admit, I got all my ideas about cool beds from Anne Rice novels. Speaking of which, I'm reading the Twilight series now, and my gosh is it tedious to deal with all this sexual tension and vampire struggle without any hope of an actual erotic scene. Cursed young adult pish posh. Not to mention, blood typing in biology class? Paper cuts that ooze? Really? Anyway...
We went today, while Jake and Isaac cuddled under blankets watching movies at Oma's house, and Ananda and Aaron played with Robbie and Patrice, and we took Elise and actually picked out this:

But King Size, like our mattress on the floor now is, and we're going to have it with this fabric on it:

I think it'll be rather smashing with our light wood floors, turquoise-gradient walls, and semi-coordinating Craiglist'd armoire and dresser. It makes me think of staying at The Westin, and Rooms to Go agrees with my perspective, since the bed is called the "Key West" canopy bed.
I mean, really, the Key West bed. Come on.
I'm feeling disheveled and wrecked, I keep being on the sudden verge of tears even though I'm happy. Resurfaced memories, tons of creative energy...I'm living in floor length dresses and long thin sweaters with my hair down, because it makes me feel safe, like I'm cocooning. I was drawing in a sketchbook while I cooked dinner tonight - this dinner.
I'm so full of so much anger. I read the bible and it says, you shouldn't hate anyone, but then I remember, and. Well. It's good that I'm not God.
I'm all aching for this time that's long past, so much guilt, so many regrets, so. much. guilt.
I went through all five of my kids' old baby clothes, and I kept getting taken aback, caught off guard. I'm still tired from that hour of sorting that happened yesterday.
And it's so good to have Grant home. He understands everything. It's so...easy...to just talk to him. Like thinking, with a resolution.
I have counseling tomorrow, and I'm afraid, and eager. Counseling and writing with my laptop. I'm afraid and eager for both.

I have to admit, I got all my ideas about cool beds from Anne Rice novels. Speaking of which, I'm reading the Twilight series now, and my gosh is it tedious to deal with all this sexual tension and vampire struggle without any hope of an actual erotic scene. Cursed young adult pish posh. Not to mention, blood typing in biology class? Paper cuts that ooze? Really? Anyway...
We went today, while Jake and Isaac cuddled under blankets watching movies at Oma's house, and Ananda and Aaron played with Robbie and Patrice, and we took Elise and actually picked out this:
But King Size, like our mattress on the floor now is, and we're going to have it with this fabric on it:

I think it'll be rather smashing with our light wood floors, turquoise-gradient walls, and semi-coordinating Craiglist'd armoire and dresser. It makes me think of staying at The Westin, and Rooms to Go agrees with my perspective, since the bed is called the "Key West" canopy bed.
I mean, really, the Key West bed. Come on.
I'm feeling disheveled and wrecked, I keep being on the sudden verge of tears even though I'm happy. Resurfaced memories, tons of creative energy...I'm living in floor length dresses and long thin sweaters with my hair down, because it makes me feel safe, like I'm cocooning. I was drawing in a sketchbook while I cooked dinner tonight - this dinner.
I'm so full of so much anger. I read the bible and it says, you shouldn't hate anyone, but then I remember, and. Well. It's good that I'm not God.
I'm all aching for this time that's long past, so much guilt, so many regrets, so. much. guilt.
I went through all five of my kids' old baby clothes, and I kept getting taken aback, caught off guard. I'm still tired from that hour of sorting that happened yesterday.
And it's so good to have Grant home. He understands everything. It's so...easy...to just talk to him. Like thinking, with a resolution.
I have counseling tomorrow, and I'm afraid, and eager. Counseling and writing with my laptop. I'm afraid and eager for both.
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Date: 2008-12-29 03:34 am (UTC)I've heard that the Twilight series is a really hard core "moral" book written with the underlying message of "no sex before marriage". Two of my friends heard it on the radio, and I read it online as well but haven't checked myself - I'm not that interested in reading the series, although *almost* everyone I know who has read it liked it.
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Date: 2008-12-29 05:02 am (UTC)Al Roker has no place in my sex bed. He's not even allowed to know it exists.
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Date: 2008-12-29 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-29 06:27 am (UTC)Al Roker will be waiting for you in your sex bed.
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Date: 2008-12-30 03:11 am (UTC)..but I feel so much more interested in continuing to read now. I DO know how babies are made, after all...
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Date: 2008-12-30 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-30 06:20 pm (UTC)We were way bigger dorks way earlier...I was wearing a ring he gave me at 15, that said "forever" in french on the inside. We did break up for a couple of years, and I was with someone else. He actually maintains that me breaking up with him at 17 is the hardest thing he's ever been through - that's right, my surgeries, Elise in the NICU, nothing compares to the pain of me leaving him and being with someone else while we were minors. He didn't eat, all kinds of stuff...
I guess that I am over the top enough that I crave high drama in a romantic story :p
But, I have not seen the movie.
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Date: 2008-12-29 07:19 am (UTC)Damn, dude. If I wasn't turned off about them before, I certainly am now!
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Date: 2008-12-29 06:50 pm (UTC)If anyone reading this is Mormon, please don't yell at me, I'm sure Utah Mormons having really crazy made-up names is a cultural thing more than a religious one.
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Date: 2008-12-30 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-31 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-29 05:17 am (UTC)I want to talk to you. Soon. There is just all this...stuff. And I want to hear your stuff too.
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Date: 2008-12-29 07:25 am (UTC)So, four poster beds are rock and tres sexy and all, but wouldn't they sound like a cement truck + rock band when you're getting nice and funky?
The 'honeymoon suite' at this place we stayed in for an anniversary had a big, wooden, four poster bed and that thing made a ridiculous racket while being used for it's express purpose. Something that has METAL on it strikes me as being even worse.
...Which would lend itself to less kids, not more, as the constant clanging would probably wake up the whole house.
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Date: 2008-12-29 06:52 pm (UTC)I was going to ask why you had an icon of a Domo-kun raping a rice krispie treat. But I'm not sure I want to know.
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Date: 2008-12-30 02:17 am (UTC)He has standards, you know.
*scoff*
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Date: 2008-12-30 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-30 06:32 pm (UTC)Re: sexytime
Date: 2008-12-30 05:20 pm (UTC)We'll...reinforce it...or something...if it does. My husband is a woodworker now, there has to be something we can do!
The one we're getting actually doesn't have metal. But, the one with metal, at the top of this entry, was described by the seller as being very heavy for it's size and super solid...perhaps I should have interpreted that as, "Won't bump and grind while you bump and grind". O_o
Re: sexytime
Date: 2008-12-30 06:48 pm (UTC)And I'm aware of how strange that would look, but it has to be done.