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Buenos Nachos, Enchiladas.

It's been a crazy week or so for me. Very busy due to that whole Christmas thing and as always working, which just takes up so much of my time. That and a bunch of drama bullshit as per usual. But I'm back.

Hub got laid off for the winter. Fuck. We did not see it coming, and all I can say is I hope we get a shitload of snow this winter because then he'll be working and doing his own side plowing. But I'm sure we'll get through it somehow, we always do. See, that whole "baggage" thing that Hub has going on kicked in yet again. I'm fairly convinced that he either has really bad karma or simply the innate ability to make poor choices consistently. I think poor choices have a lot to do with his many misfortunes, his two exes are definitely an example of that. Can't blame those two on bad karma, that's for sure.

I deliberately don't write about the on-going custody battle that Hub has going on with ex #2 right now, and I'm going to try to avoid using any kind of detailed information about it here. What I will say is that this is a drama scenario that I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. I hope and I will try to make certain that I never find myself involved in another one of these. Things had been fairly quiet for a few months and it's been nice, but as trial time draws nearer it's time to prepare and get ready for the big drama. There's been a few bumps in the road, especially a recent big-ass bump. Hub's lawyer sat down with him to let him know exactly how much the upcoming trial is going to end up costing him in legal fees and he's looking at something in the neighborhood of $10,000. Fucking Yikes. Let me just say that our checkbook lives clear across town from that neighborhood, so far that it takes two buses to get there. When he told me that, I was like, uh, I don't think so. I told him I couldn't support him on it as we have four children who live with us to look out for, who already go without enough as it is. Sorry. Well, in his wonderful manner, he took it to mean I was going to leave him, even though those words never crossed my lips. He's good for getting all bent out of shape over shit that he just assumes for himself. So, he went and got all pissy for a day or so. I love him to death, as I've mentioned before, but when he gets like that I just can't stand him. I'm glad I didn't write that night because it would've just been "Hub sucks" and I'd probably regret posting it, because he really doesn't suck.

But, then I noticed, when I'm a little peeved with him, I go into overdrive with the flirting and fantasizing about other men. And this weight loss thing is incredible, for the first time in years I feel very attractive again. And this week I finally hit 75 lbs. Woo hoo! It is so great to have men notice me again, I really missed that when I was big and fat. And the best part is I'm married, so I can flirt and it's just for fun, as opposed to being single and feeling desperate for a guy. (I don't miss those days at all. I spent the majority of my teens and twenties as a single chick. My longest relationship between the ages of 15 and 27 was 9 months. I had boyfriends from time to time, but mostly I was single. I thought I was going to be all alone forever. I can handle being alone, and I did it quite well, but I really wanted to be loved. Ya know? One day, maybe I'll sit down and write about the little changes I made in myslef and the way I saw things that I think had everything to do with me ending up in a happy marriage. But I digress).

Anyway, I worked yesterday, which was Saturday. Sergio's day. Yum. He came in about 5 minutes before we closed. He was in line for a teller and looked back at me at my desk and said hello to me, using my name, in that fucking incredibly sexy Colombian-accented voice. Cuz I did mention that my friend Gina spilled the beans to him about my interest in his accent. I did notice that he is rather short, like 5'6" or so, and I'm a tall girl, with a good 3 inches over him. But so fucking what. He is so sexy. I could just imagine being in bed with him and he would have to talk, I would make him talk if he didn't do it on his own. Yum, yum. I get all moist just thinking about that voice. Holy shit. But, alas, I am prevented from giving into the temptation of having a Latin lover. Wicked fucking bummer, cuz I know if I could, I would get him with no problem, and I couldn't have met him six or seven years ago when I was single and thin. Just to have had a mad affair with him.

So then what happens? Hub went and bought us a toy last week, our first. He's never used a vibrator before and neither have I, so it was kind of cool to at least have done something together for the first time (as we were far from virgins when we met). I'd heard from other women that a vibrator is incredible, results in a big orgasm, usually rather quickly. I enjoyed it, but it wasn't as great as I'd anticipated. Still doesn't beat the effect of a tongue on my clit! Oh yeah, and when he bought the vibrator, he rented a porn on DVD, "Squirt Fever". There was one girl on it who would come and her pussy would actually squirt out juice. (Oh my gosh, and can I just mention that that chick was a real pig. How anyone can let men treat her like they were, and then have it on film, too, I just don't understand). She had to put her hand up her hole to actually get the squirting effect, which made me wonder if it wasn't rigged up, cuz I just can't believe she could actually do that. I have seen it in other pornos too, but I'm still skeptical. I've never known anyone who can actually do that, but of course, that could be for a lack of having asked that question of every woman I know. And it's not going to happen, either. So maybe my Diaryland friends can help me, if you have any insight. Even if your reading this six months from now, or whenever, I'm still interested.

Anyway, muchahas y muchachos, adios! Burritos, tamales, tacos y tu bien!

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