This Skin

Naked. Sitting on my bed. The stress settles onto my shoulders a familiar resting place. Weary from the journey, the fight, the so far.

I laid out with the girls today, we spoke casually of what was to come. Baby, marriage, relocation, life in general was happening at lightening speed around us. While I play pro-bono shrink, I don't have much to comment on for myself. Nothing has made it to the surface yet, though in my mind thoughts are moving at light speed. An idea presents itself, I analyze, make sense of, absorb and file away. I've been doing a lot of filing away since.
A re-birth if you will, while I continue my solid exterior I stay uncertain with my soul. Afraid to take the first steps. Frozen. Disappointment flashes through my mind, how can I be frozen. The thought of lack of movement and even questioning myself stifles me.
I retreat, within myself. Gather up what I hold dear and try to keep it a float.

Naked, clueless, and drinking milk, like the day I was born.
Except now I don't cry when I'm spanked. My milk comes over ice with vodka and Kahlua. I don't get sent to the corner for biting. Rolling on the floor with the dogs is encouraged. Oh, and no bed time.

-n

Two Thousand Nine

Imagine my surprise when a new follower tweets me up with news that they have just been the 2009 visitor to my blog! Honestly the counter is at the bottom and I hadn't glanced at it in a while, so not only was I surprised but a little taken aback. While I love my readers, I never really think about how many people visit and get a peek into me. With so much help from twitter my blog has been shared with many.
As I contemplated the tweet, I thought instead of writing about myself...why not write about my reader. I sent a small off-the-cuff questionnaire to @kenop and this is what I discovered.

I thought to start him off easy and ask some easy questions, but when I sat down to right nothing but real questions made it to the list. If I was going to be able to write about someone, I need the real part of them to make the post so I went with it.

In love for over seven years, in a reality that is wonderful and terrifying all in the same moment. A strong business drive at heart, just aching to find that perfect platform. Will do what needs to be done, for the better of everything. Leans towards the spicy, aromatic and bold...when hungry that is. Enjoys the one-way stalking that twitter provides. Both admires and sees his father with a cape. By far my favorite set, was not so much a well explained answer but more of the unedited thoughtful answer.

- Sum up the last five years in five words.

Whirlwind. Wonderful. Responsibilities. Growth. Honesty.

In knowing that a large population of my readers are great, I'd like to introduce you all to another great person. Thank you for visiting, reading, commenting, it makes writing exciting again for me.

-n

One Mans Spoils are Another Womans Gains

I've gotten many questions as to why I have an attraction to the Spy Master game, which is a little surprising. To me it's a no-brainer, while real life spies are apart of my daily life; the whole secretive and killing side to it has been romanticized so well by Hollywood what's not to love?! Really it is kind of a turn on! Think, Mr and Mrs Smith...that was a hot movie.