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Thanks for the replies. Between these, the venting with my first post, and talking with the Mrs. today, things are de-fusing. She thinks that except for a couple of big items that were unique for this year, what she spent is in line considering all the kids, nieces, nephews, outlaws, and a couple of friends that she buys for. Next year we will work together on who we need to buy for and how much to budget (I wanted to this year but she got off to an early start, said she was almost done, but then wasn't really almost done at all). And the few things she got after my CEASE AND DESIST order were necessary to balance gifts among the nieces/nephews in order to avoid a petty family feud amongst their parental units; and I would have gone along with all that, but by not being in the loop it came across as a spit in the face. In her defense, generally she's a pretty good egg, and we mostly get along pretty well. She's not nearly as bad with money as some people, and has been pretty good about it for some time. I'm sure my own shit doesn't smell like ice cream either, even if I don't notice it myself. She doesn't need $300 designer hand bags or fancy outfits, and is pretty good with scoring hand-me-downs for the kids (whereas some parents we know who are struggling a lot more than we ever were can't possibly let their kids wear anything but new threads with designer labels). I've tried taking the CC away in the past. She just grabbed the check book instead. If I clamp down too much, my fear is she'd go get her own credit card, keep it secret, and run up a fat debt. At least the way it is now, I can keep tabs on what gets bought, grumble if it gets too much, and make sure they get paid off. I also don't want to become an intolerable micromanaging control freak. Besides, whose money is it, anyway? Even though I am the bread winner, isn't it really "our" money since we're married? Do I get to be a dictator on how it's spent just because I earned it? On the other hand, the wife could do a better job at letting me know what she's up to. (And like Tyger says, I can be more involved with the Christmas shopping so I have a better idea of where things stand.) Is money a major marital issue for us? Money used to be a lot tighter than it is now; probably now most of our issues stem from differences in what we think is important. So, while money isn't so tight now, I've got things I want it for (part of that as savings) that I haven't been able to do for most of our marriage. But now my plans take a back seat in order to recup from this Christmas spending, which is more important to her. And when I think the spending is done and I'm ready to get back on course with my plans, she spends a little more. "ARRGH! You're killing me, woman!" (Am I being a crybaby yet?) In the end, our squabbles seem par for the course for married folk. I know very few married people who don't grumble about their spouses, and with the ones who don't grumble, you can usually cox at least hints of grumbling out of them if your push the right buttons. And while I don't think we'll head down the divorce road, I do sometimes wonder if we'd ever cross some threshold during one of these stews and head toward that road. And that I would hope to avoid.

My wife seems to have a knack for pissing me off leading up to Christmas, Valentine's day, our anniversary, her birthday, and Mother's day. Wondered if others notice that sort of thing about their spouses? It's tough to act all sweet and lovey-dovey on those days when I'm PO-ed at her. (This latest incarnation is over money, with Christmas a week away. I'm the one who thinks it is important to save and live within our means, while she could care less if we were a million bucks in debt. She has run-up thousands of dollars on the credit cards the past couple of months for Christmas gifts. While I am happy she does the bulk of the shopping, I am alarmed at how much she has spent this year, and I am dismayed that she will not consult me before getting the bigger ticket items. After the last round of bills came in [over $2000]], I asked, "is that it, are you done now? Yes? OK, put the credit cards down and don't use them again for 6 months." OK, she says. Then she goes out a couple of days later in runs up more charges. They weren't big charges, but to me, it is still just big "Fuck You, hubby, I'll do whatever i want, and I don't care about your concerns." She just doesn't get it how easily this stuff adds up, and as the main bread winner of the family, I'm the one who has to balance the books at the end of the day and figure out how to pay for everything, and I've done my share foregoing getting things for myself 'cause we didn't have the money for it. But of course if I say anything, then I am the stingy, cheapskate, unappreciative bastard in her eyes. Usually I bite my tongue or simmer down after a couple of days for the sake of peace and harmony and the best interests of the family, but this time I am royally peeved. Of all our squabbles, this is also the first time she has slept downstairs on the couch. Which leads to another question: at what point does one head off to the marriage councelor? [Well, hope that doesn't come off as too much of a "Wah wah wah, being-a-crybaby-over-nuthin'" post. ] )

Sleeping is always pretty good. A couple of times last summer when my kids pretended to put sun block on my face, ears, neck, and arms, with these little innocent hands rubbing the pretend stuff in; ahhh, that felt nice. Working in the yard on a cold, dreary, overcast, cold November afternoon, with the smell of fallen leaves and wood smoke in the crisp air (as long as I'm dressed warm enough). Relaxing in front of a toasty warm fireplace, watching the fire; or sitting around a campfire on a cool night, BSing with fellow campers. Laying out in a field at night under clear skies, far from town or city lights, watching the stars and watching for shooting stars. Or spending time watching the stars on a windless, 20-degrees-below-zero night. When your with a girl that you like but don't yet know if she likes you the same way, and then you end up holding hands. When you have no worries and no responsibilities and can just relax, but have enough going on that you're not bored or lonely either. Late afternoon on a clear August or Septermber day, a drive in the country with the windows down, or a bike ride on a back road, or sitting on top of a mountain with a good view of some place with little sign of human presence, or canoeing on a quiet lake away from civilization. Watching the endless waves at the shore as the sun sets and darkness sets in, on a beach where no one else is around. The earthy smell of springtime, as the days get longer and warmer, the frozen ground gets muddy, then begins to dry, and the air picks up the smells of vegetation that is beginning to grow again.

I have picked up a lot of tips on this site for making oral feel better for her; I still work that stuff into the mix, but what I have ended up doing is backtracking for the final runup to orgasm and just sticking with basic clitoral licking and working away with my thumb, and that has been doing the trick.

My folks told me this the other day, and it reminded me of this thread: they had gone off on a weekend overnight trip, and came home to find their tea pot simmering away on the stove, except the water was gone and the top plastic parts (handle and lid) had melted. My wife has been leaving the stove "burners" (electirc) on lately. I'm not crazy about it, but so far the house is still standing.

So, if you see stuff in the middle of a highway, is that worthy of a call to 911, or is it better to use a non-emergency state police phone number? (Some place with high speed traffic where it is just plain not safe to stop and do it yourself) In heavy-but-still-65-mph rush-hour traffic driving north on the Throughway out of Albany, NY, one cold, dark winter night many moons ago, I passed a sofa on the white-dashed line. On the shoulder was a frantic-looking couple next to their vehicle. (No cell phones back in those days for to call the police.) Now to this day whenever I change lanes (especially near trucks and such where it's difficult to see around them), I check for traffic, and I check for sofas. A couple of years ago on an Arizona highway (75-mph speed limit) I zipped past a big living room chair sitting in the left lane. It would not have been safe to stop to move it; I hesitated about what to do, and ended up doing nothing. But I wonder, should I have called 911 for something like that? Or maybe I should start carrying around state police phone numbers for whatever states I'm driving through.

My wife cut her hair shortish (not crew-cut) a couple of summers ago, and she was extra horny (and so was I) that year. It depends somewhat on the girl and the particular cut, but I think a lot of girls look pretty with short hair. Also, as the one who has to occassionally waste a block of time pulling fist-fulls of long tangled hair out of brutally clogged tub and bathroom sink drains, I view shorter hair as being beneficial.

When I was younger (teens; maybe into 20's; don't remember that well), I could get so hard that it hurt. Any pushing on it (fore, aft, sideways) would hurt. With some aging, that doesn't happen any more. Oh, well.

Can't give you much insight, but several guys on tootimid have posted that it is or would be a turn-on to watch their gal with another guy. It surprised me at first, but it seems to be not all that uncommon. On the other side of the coin, my wife is bi-curious and would like to try a girl-girl encounter and a FFM threesome, and says she would be turned-on watching me with another girl. I don't get it either, but it is what it is. Thinking of her with another girl is a turn-on for me, but not at all her with another guy.

Wifie has one called the Diamond; seems to like it well enough. It's the only glass one she has, so can't offer a comparison with other models. I got it for her after seeing what looked like a similar-shaped one on some youporn.com squirting video clip. http://shop.tootimid.com/diamond.aspx

"My little penguine always faces Due South." (from movie Misery) Me too, and car headlights, even when I see the switch is off. In college, I'd end up going back up 3 or 4 flights of stairs to make sure I locked the room door on my way out. Every once in a while I'd find it unlocked, so I could never get out of the habbit. I'll go around the car and check every door lock. My wife (girlfriend at the time) would mock me for this. Then one time my folks took us out to dinner, and after getting out of the car they checked every car door to make sure it was locked; wife gave me a funny look. Dollar bills gotta have presidents facing the same way. When I get home from work I go through the house to make sure the water pipes aren't leaking, faucets off, and some other things. To this day I sometimes find myself avoiding stepping on sidewalk cracks and joints, something left over from kid days (the "step on a crack, break your mother's back" thing). Shirts gotta hang facing to the right so I can reach in with my right hand, pop the top button, and get them off the hanger easily. My wife has to always wear socks unless she has sandals. Wears socks to bed. Wears socks during sex. Wore socks giving birth. Wears sox in the hospital while getting wheeled off to surgery. Her first worry is not dying on the operating table, but whether she'll be allowed to wear socks. And they just about NEVER match. Wowwww . . . Can I clone you to take care of my house? (I'll still keep my wife for sex and company)

Write him off. Don't bother with the one more phone call. Maybe he'll call you again some day when he's bored and horny. And then blow you off again.

5 minutes or so. I'm just trying to get done quick so I can go off to sleep if it's night time, or finish getting ready for work if its morning, or if it's a weekend finish before the kids wake up or come looking for me.

Gee, it has varied alot over the course of our marriage and varies alot now from week to week and month to month. Early on, probably every 2 or 3 days, but I don't really remember. After kids, it dropped down to once a week, then once every couple of weeks. At its worst, it was down to once every couple of months. Most of this was due to just being exhausted and stressed with 3 little ones. And part was due to not always feeling very lovey-dovey toward my wife for various reasons (such as, I felt she was not doing enough around the house while I busted my ass to bring home a paycheck, while doing plenty of pitching in around the house myself; or that it seemed like she spent more time in a day yakking with her friends and family on the phone then she spent talking to me in a week). Over time things picked back up, but it bounces around alot, from maybe up to 5 times a week to a handful of times a month.

So after doing oral on my wife, if I push my nose down to meet my upper lip, to me it smells a bit like cinnamon. Anyone else think this also?

I've done it a few times, but not in a long time (years) I guess I found it to be too involved of a clean-up to be worth it. I also remember thinking, "What if I ever found something 'not right' in there? (whatever that might be) How would I explain to a doctor what I was doing with a finger in my ass?" Silly, but I worry about that kind of stupid stuff.

There sure are a lot of words out there to describe various activities. The proper, official, scientifically correct, Webster's Dictionary words just seem kind of awkward to me. I'll have to try that more. She tends to be on the dry side "down there," (always has been) so going to oral fairly early on was/is a way to get things slipperied-up easily. I was never too sure about the edibility of KY or other lubes, so never wanted to do oral after slathering on such sauce, though I gotta think it can't be too deadly to consume. She did get a bottle of edible (and flavored) stuff once, but I don't really like it. In my mind, "down there" should not taste like a cherry Sucret; that's just wrong.

For us, pretty regular to give and receive most times we doink; part of the foreplay, and often enough part of the during play. She rarely does me to completion; doesn't like the taste or the gooiness. I like when she comes during oral, but she prefers to come during the doinking. And more often than not I can get her pretty close to coming during oral, but not quite there, and my neck starts to hurt and tongue gets tired and wrist gets tired from working the finger(s), and I give up and switch to doinking. If she's still not done after I pop, she'll pull out the buzzer and finish, and I help with a finger. I also like when she comes during doinking before me, and then having her finish me off with oral. We've only done that a couple of times, but it was pretty nice.

Just curious, what magnification did you need to see the little swimmies? And by the way, the older I get, the more I realize how odd even normal-seeming people are; there is almost no such thing as normal.

Pretty much just one, which is this one lately, and not much time to spend on it either. Infrequently one other. And from time to time, a forum like plumbing tips or appliance repair when I need info for a current problem.

Almost anything. It could be a whole package or just a face, hair, lips, eyes, ears, neck, arm, arm-pit, shoulder, shoulder-blade, bra-strap showing, bralessness, low-cut blouse, a back, boobs, butt, a leg or ankle or foot, toes, fingers, . . .

Is this a clinic you 1) only went to on your own, or 2) did your mom go at one point and sign something that she would be the responsible payer? Maybe they already hit her up to pay and she blew them off, so now they are trying you. I don't think they care at all about what is just or fair, or who's responsible, or even whether the bill is legitimate or not. They just want someone to pay; anyone. That's how they make their money. They may be fully aware that you were a minor at the time, and are just trying to see if they can get you to pay. Maybe. What happens if you send them proof of age (shows you were a minor at the time) and say nothing about your mother being the responsible one? (Then again, if you send them any copies of proof of age documents, does that just gives them more info about you that they can use to further come after you, or to better identify you if the decide to report you to the credit bureaus?) What happens if you ignore them? Is it big enough bucks that they would try to sue you over, or will they just go away eventually? I don't know a whole lot about this stuff and don't want to give you bum advice, but my wife and I have been down this road a couple of times with bills we considered scams in one way or another and refused to settle (wouldn't even have settled for a nickel just to make them go away; on principle). They were in the $250 to $400 range. The collectors were very persistent and intimidating and threatened to zing our credit reports (well, hers really). But they never followed through with the credit bureaus, and each time they went away after about a year, never to be heard from again.

Forget the scale. All that excercise is doing you good. Over the summer I got out the bike and did a bunch of riding, mornings before work and weekends, anywhere from 5 to 25+ miles, plus a quick dumbell/pull-up/push-up/sit-up routine. The bike trip computer would tell me how many hundreds of Calories I burned off, 5 or 600 sometimes. I didn't lose one stinkin' pound. I ended up getting hungrier and just eating more. But I felt pretty good; in better shape then I'd been in a long time.

Are parents really liable for credit card debt that there adult (over 18) college kids run up??? I read an article in the local paper yesterday about New Jersey trying to put through a bill to put restrictions on credit card companies issuing cards to college students. You can read the article here: http://www.forbes.com/feeds/ap/2008/10/23/ap5598421.html What caught my eye is the bill is partly to ". . . insulate their parents from incurring their [college kid's] debt." And ". . . help protect students' credit ratings and their parents . . " And "Parents would be liable for their child's dept only if agreeing to [some provision] at the outset." A related article from a month earlier can be found here: http://www.nj.com/news/index.ssf/2008/09/n...te_bill_re.html In this article, it says "It also would bar companies from taking action against parents of students who fail to pay, unless the parent previously agreed to be responsible for the debt." How could it even be legal to go after a parent for debt that an adult-aged kid runs up on a card they went out and got themselves?? Am I missing something here? (Geesh, how times have changed. I was out of college and had a steady job for 3 years before any bank would even consider giving me a credit card.)

Saw a bumper sticker the other day: If you're going to ride my ass, at least pull my hair. The car had a slew of other bumper stickers; I was reading through them waiting at a red light, and go to that one last. Caught me off-guard and gave me a chuckle. Any other amusing ones out there with sexual in-you-end-o's? (A non-sexual one I found amusing was "Hang-up and drive!" on a car with the driver yacking away on his cell phone.)