Saturday, March 24, 2007
Final Four
All right! UCLA is going to the final four! Like I said, I've unoffically adopted UCLA for this year's tournement. Here's hoping we can get a little luck against Florida next week in Atlanta. Go Bruins!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
March Madness
Well, March madness starts today. I'm not in a pool this year, for the first time in a long time. Also, the Sooners didn't even make the tournement so I don't care all that much. Everyone out here is UCLA Bruins crazy. They're going to have to be my team this year, because I need to root for someone! At least we should have some good hoops to watch over the next few weeks.
Friday, March 2, 2007
Power Trip
Boy, was I pissed off yesterday! I'm cool now, but earlier yesterday, Jenna was in a very strange mood - sometimes I think she is intentionally trying to push my buttons!
Last year, Jenna inherited what amounts to a lot of money. It’s in the form of a trust fund, from a rich bachelor uncle who split up his pile between her and all her cousins. The trust fund is in her name, and the monthly benefits flow directly to her. Believe me, I am very happy about it. We started receiving the cash right before I lost my job, so it has significantly helped in terms of not having to worry about money.
I have had a bit of trouble adjusting to how the money has affected our relationship, however. I had always been the main provider for us. The money I was making allowed Jen to quit her job and really just enjoy herself, taking some art classes, working out, decorating our house, etc.
Now our income is coming from her. I don’t want to say that she has changed, because she hasn’t. But her attitude about money has certainly changed. In the past, she used to check with me before buying almost anything. Now, she just goes out and gets what she wants. Her wardrobe has been completely updated. Anything she wants for the house, she buys.
Lately, I’ve felt that she has been more apt to, I don’t know, take advantage of her new status as primary provider. Yesterday was a perfect example.
I enjoy cooking for us. When we aren’t going out to eat, I usually make dinner for the two of us, and I love to try new meals (I’m a Food Network junkie). When I was working 60 hours a week, I didn’t have the time or energy, but now I can, so I do.
I told Jenna I was going to make a Jamaican Jerk Chicken recipe that I know she loves, for dinner. She went to the gym, and I started getting things ready. Here is where things started to sour for me.
She called me from the gym, and said she was bringing two of her friends back for dinner, and that I “needed” to make more… and told me to pick up a couple bottles of Pinot Noir. Honestly, there was no “is it OK?” or “what do you think?” It felt like she was giving me orders or something.
Maybe I was overreacting, but that started to put me in a down mood. I did what she asked, however, and when the three of them came back from the gym, the food was cooking, the dinner smelled great, and I was feeling better.
Her friends are fantastic. Both of them told me how great I was for cooking dinner, and raved to Jen about what an awesome husband she had. But then, the three of them took the wine into the living room and started their own little party in there while I finished up the dinner. I was feeling a bit left out.
When we sat down for dinner, all three of them were a little tipsy, and there was a lot of what I guess is “girl talk”. Some of the things these girls talk about amazes me. They say girls think about sex as much as guys do, and from listening to these girls, I believe it. I couldn't beleive how graphic they were about their sex lives. They didn't hold anything back, even with me sitting there in the room. I admit that hearing a pretty girl talking dirty is a turn on for me, so I really enjoyed the dinner, even though I didn’t say very much.
Then, almost before dinner was over, Jen pulled another “power move” on me. She looked me right in the eye, and quietly said “I think were finished – why don’t you start cleaning up?” Just like that. Well, I’m sure my face turned 3 shades of red. She continued looking at me, waiting, and I could see that her friends were listening in as well.
Like I said, I really hadn’t been talking much at dinner, it had been just the three girls. I decided to just go ahead and do what she said. I tried to smile and make the best of it, but inside I was seething. As I cleared the dishes and started cleaning up in the kitchen, I could hear them talking softly about how “great” I was, and what an “amazing relationship” Jenna and I had. Then the giggles started again. They started getting louder, and I swear I heard one of them say something like “he’s a good boy” followed by more laughter. I was probably just being paranoid, but I started feeling pretty low.
Finally the three of them came into the kitchen. They were clearly having a great time, and all three had huge grins on their faces. Jenna walked over to me and started rubbing my shoulders and neck, telling me how great dinner was and how much they had enjoyed it. That cheered me up a little.
We all had a little more wine. Then one of the girls said they had to get going, they were heading out for ladies night drinks and some dancing. They tried to convince Jenna , and then both of us, to go with them, but Jenna declined. She raised her eyebrows and told them that we had some “things” to do tonight, and the two of them giggled again, and finally left.
And that’s when Jenna really made it up to me. She kept telling me how much it meant to her for me to be so nice to her friends, and how great I had been. I could tell she was really horny (alcohol does that to her) and we started getting into it right there in the kitchen. That was just the beginning. Let me just say, what an evening!
We must have made love for four hours straight. She did all the things I love - I mean everything! Multiple times. When she wants to, she can be very daring, and tonight she was completely uninhibited. She must have told me ten times how hot it made her to see me working so hard in the kitchen so she could have a good time with her friends. She was so proud of the respect I had shown her, and her friends could see it too. She would sprinkle these comments in as she kissed and licked and sucked me all over. She knows exactly how to make me feel good, and she did it over and over again. By the end of the night, I was completely drained, physically exhausted and no longer pissed off.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I enjoy making her feel like a princess and doing nice things for her like making dinner. And to tell you the truth, if every night ended like that, I’d cook and clean for her friends whenever she wants me to!
Last year, Jenna inherited what amounts to a lot of money. It’s in the form of a trust fund, from a rich bachelor uncle who split up his pile between her and all her cousins. The trust fund is in her name, and the monthly benefits flow directly to her. Believe me, I am very happy about it. We started receiving the cash right before I lost my job, so it has significantly helped in terms of not having to worry about money.
I have had a bit of trouble adjusting to how the money has affected our relationship, however. I had always been the main provider for us. The money I was making allowed Jen to quit her job and really just enjoy herself, taking some art classes, working out, decorating our house, etc.
Now our income is coming from her. I don’t want to say that she has changed, because she hasn’t. But her attitude about money has certainly changed. In the past, she used to check with me before buying almost anything. Now, she just goes out and gets what she wants. Her wardrobe has been completely updated. Anything she wants for the house, she buys.
Lately, I’ve felt that she has been more apt to, I don’t know, take advantage of her new status as primary provider. Yesterday was a perfect example.
I enjoy cooking for us. When we aren’t going out to eat, I usually make dinner for the two of us, and I love to try new meals (I’m a Food Network junkie). When I was working 60 hours a week, I didn’t have the time or energy, but now I can, so I do.
I told Jenna I was going to make a Jamaican Jerk Chicken recipe that I know she loves, for dinner. She went to the gym, and I started getting things ready. Here is where things started to sour for me.
She called me from the gym, and said she was bringing two of her friends back for dinner, and that I “needed” to make more… and told me to pick up a couple bottles of Pinot Noir. Honestly, there was no “is it OK?” or “what do you think?” It felt like she was giving me orders or something.
Maybe I was overreacting, but that started to put me in a down mood. I did what she asked, however, and when the three of them came back from the gym, the food was cooking, the dinner smelled great, and I was feeling better.
Her friends are fantastic. Both of them told me how great I was for cooking dinner, and raved to Jen about what an awesome husband she had. But then, the three of them took the wine into the living room and started their own little party in there while I finished up the dinner. I was feeling a bit left out.
When we sat down for dinner, all three of them were a little tipsy, and there was a lot of what I guess is “girl talk”. Some of the things these girls talk about amazes me. They say girls think about sex as much as guys do, and from listening to these girls, I believe it. I couldn't beleive how graphic they were about their sex lives. They didn't hold anything back, even with me sitting there in the room. I admit that hearing a pretty girl talking dirty is a turn on for me, so I really enjoyed the dinner, even though I didn’t say very much.
Then, almost before dinner was over, Jen pulled another “power move” on me. She looked me right in the eye, and quietly said “I think were finished – why don’t you start cleaning up?” Just like that. Well, I’m sure my face turned 3 shades of red. She continued looking at me, waiting, and I could see that her friends were listening in as well.
Like I said, I really hadn’t been talking much at dinner, it had been just the three girls. I decided to just go ahead and do what she said. I tried to smile and make the best of it, but inside I was seething. As I cleared the dishes and started cleaning up in the kitchen, I could hear them talking softly about how “great” I was, and what an “amazing relationship” Jenna and I had. Then the giggles started again. They started getting louder, and I swear I heard one of them say something like “he’s a good boy” followed by more laughter. I was probably just being paranoid, but I started feeling pretty low.
Finally the three of them came into the kitchen. They were clearly having a great time, and all three had huge grins on their faces. Jenna walked over to me and started rubbing my shoulders and neck, telling me how great dinner was and how much they had enjoyed it. That cheered me up a little.
We all had a little more wine. Then one of the girls said they had to get going, they were heading out for ladies night drinks and some dancing. They tried to convince Jenna , and then both of us, to go with them, but Jenna declined. She raised her eyebrows and told them that we had some “things” to do tonight, and the two of them giggled again, and finally left.
And that’s when Jenna really made it up to me. She kept telling me how much it meant to her for me to be so nice to her friends, and how great I had been. I could tell she was really horny (alcohol does that to her) and we started getting into it right there in the kitchen. That was just the beginning. Let me just say, what an evening!
We must have made love for four hours straight. She did all the things I love - I mean everything! Multiple times. When she wants to, she can be very daring, and tonight she was completely uninhibited. She must have told me ten times how hot it made her to see me working so hard in the kitchen so she could have a good time with her friends. She was so proud of the respect I had shown her, and her friends could see it too. She would sprinkle these comments in as she kissed and licked and sucked me all over. She knows exactly how to make me feel good, and she did it over and over again. By the end of the night, I was completely drained, physically exhausted and no longer pissed off.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I enjoy making her feel like a princess and doing nice things for her like making dinner. And to tell you the truth, if every night ended like that, I’d cook and clean for her friends whenever she wants me to!
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