Back from Missouri

The bf and I went to Missouri for the week of Thanksgiving to visit his family. I was terrified that they wouldn't like me, but it seems like they like me quite a bit, which is awesome. The boy has a HUGE extended family... being a blended family I find that pretty easy to believe, but it was a little overwhelming trying to remember everyone's name. It was great seeing the bf so happy. We're considering moving up to Missouri to be closer to his family. It would be a big step for me, but I think by the time our lease runs out down here I'll be ready to take it. I have a lot of faith in our relationship and I think if we're going to move away, we should at least be somewhere where one of us has a support network.

We both gained weight while we were up there, and that's the freaking last straw for me. We need to eat better, exercise, and quit smoking (cigarettes are really expensive down here, and more up there). I am not content to be as heavy as I've gotten, and I know he wants to lose weight too. We can always start by walking around the apartment complex every night and gradually work up to jogging or bike riding. As for what we eat, that kind of falls on my shoulders to buy healthy groceries and prepare food at home. I'm not saying the bf's a bad cook, but I'm sort of a control freak when it comes to cooking so I'd just as soon cook myself. I'll have to look around online for recipes for simple healthy meals that don't cost a lot.

Meet Maximus!

So the bf and I went to Pet Helpers (the local no-kill shelter) yesterday. Honestly, I had just intended to show him the facility because I think they have a really nice setup in there for the cats and maybe sit down and pet a couple of them. Then one of the volunteers who was showing us around brought out a cat they'd named Clark Kent. I got to hold him, and he was soooooooo sweet and, well, one thing led to another and we adopted him. We dubbed him Maximus (Max for short), which is actually a little inaccurate considering he's so trim and he's not full grown yet. He's six and a half months old, obviously black and white, neutered, microchipped, and UTD on his shots, so considering how much Nova's shots were when we took her to the vet last, the adoption fee really paid for itself. More about him... he's still a little scared. Nova hissed at him a lot yesterday when we brought him home, so he spent most of the night and half of the day cowering under the bed. He's getting a little more sure of himself now. He'll come out from under the bed to get love and even come out into the living room within about five feet of Nova. She's actually taking it like a champ. She's still growling when he gets that close, but she hasn't bopped him or hissed at him, so I think that's an improvement. Still kind of nervous with sudden movements or loud noise, but he even played with a pipe cleaner earlier (don't ask me why, but cats go nuts over them) and he's been eating really well. I'm hoping he'll bond with the bf so Nova doesn't get jealous.

FINALLY! New pictures!

photo credit: HC Studio

After two months and a LOT of persistence, I finally got some of my photos from the last shoot I did back in September. I tried very hard not to get nasty with the photographer over how long it took to get the pics, but patience is in limited supply and I did the best I could. That was the shoot where I actually paid the photographer for his time, and although I'm relatively satisfied with the photos, it's not something I'm likely to do again anytime soon just because of the aggravation involved and my relative poverty. If I'm not getting paid or trading TFP, the money is better spent elsewhere. I can't say too much though, because I did have a lot of fun on that shoot.

So the week of Thanksgiving I'm going up to St. Louis with the bf to meet his family. Honestly, not exactly looking forward to it. I had a pretty lengthy conversation with his stepmom over the phone, so I already can tell she likes me. We probably won't be able to have sex the whole time we're up there though. I mean, we'll have a room to ourselves and all, but it's right next to his little brother's room. That and I kind of feel like it'd be disrespectful to his parents. Just a thought. I'm still nervous to meet all his family. He insists they're all going to think I'm the bee's knees, but considering where he and I met and the fact that I'm still married, I think he's really overestimating their opinion of me. Anyway, that's all for now.

Strip clubs are fun

Halloween night the bf and I went out to the new strip club in town. I wasn't sure how I'd feel about Clayton staring at naked girls, but I definitely was staring at them too. I got a few singles and definitely had two strippers pull them out of my cleavage with their teeth. :D Okay, so a little while ago I decided after a few years and some experience with women that I wasn't really bisexual like I thought I was. Now I'm confused 'cause I was definitely very turned on when one of the strippers was groping me and had her boobs in my face. I guess what it is is that the women I fooled around with just weren't my type, but I still definitely have a preference for men. I hate to say it, but the three women I was with were all on the larger side and I wasn't that attracted to them, and it's really hard to have a good experience when you're not really into it. But now I feel kind of silly because I have a crush on a stripper. :) I know it's their business to act the way they do, but she did a really good job of getting into my head and now I've totally got to go back at some point. *sigh* Oh, my exhibitionist nature might lead me somewhere interesting here soon... we'll see how that plays out.