Summary
I did a writing exercise suggested to me by a friend who has been sort of a mentor to me. It is a short narrative describing myself in a page or two. I thought it would be cool if I took that and modified it to appear here. I am going to put it in the “About Me” spot on the right hand side of this page…
I’m a guy with a very varied background. I grew up the third of four children in a pretty normal lower middle class family in New Jersey. I actually consider myself a New York City boy since we lived (and I still live) so close to it that we might as well have been living in the city.
I went to a Catholic grammar school and a public high school (in the top 10% of class no less). Oh the stories I can tell about the nuttiness and tyranny of having nuns from the Felician order teaching us! After that, public high school was a radical change from the ways of a Catholic grammar school for me. It definitely was culture shock.
In high school, I was in the college prep curriculum but I always regretted not taking any shop classes. I could have used some construction and auto repair skills at many times in my life.
There were a number of teachers in high school that helped shape the person I have become. The first one I always think of is Mr. Prezioso, my US History 1 & 2 teacher. I learned a ton about history but he also showed that learning could be fun. He was also one of the first teachers I had that showed respect of our individuality and maturity. Also, he instilled a great thirst and respect for history in me. Another teacher was Mr. Ryan. He was our advisor for our senior year book. He was kind of a hippie but very cool. He showed me individuality and encouraged me to question things. I wish that I could remember to question things more often like he encouraged.
One other thing that I picked up in high school is my fondness for computers. I took the first computer programming class ever offered in my high school (I programmed a slot machine on Radio Shack TRS-80). Since then, computers have been a backbone to my life. A lot of the things in my life are connected with my aptitude for or interest in computers.
After high school, I was supposed to attend Rutgers University. But since neither I nor my family could afford to pay for it and I did not want a student loan, I decided to join the US Air Force and get my college education that way.
I left home for basic training in February 1981, starting more than nine years of interesting experiences, travel, drunkenness and sexual awakening.
When you enlist in the US military, you are given a battery of aptitude and intelligence tests. These tests help determine what kind of jobs you would be best suited for. What came up for me was Law Enforcement, Intelligence and I few others that I can’t recall. I ended up in intelligence. They did not call it that at the time. For security reasons, they called it Radio Communications Analysis. After a six week basic training I was assigned to a technical school at San Angelo, Texas to learn to be an intelligence reporter and analyst. Three months later, I left for my first assignment, Kadena Airbase, Okinawa Japan. I think that was about the farthest I could go away from home (it was also my last choice of places I wanted to be assigned). It took about 26 hours to travel there. Throughout my career, I was also stationed in Maryland, the U.K. and Texas.
As I mentioned earlier, I had some very interesting experiences while in the Air Force which I often recount on this blog.
I got out of the Air Force in 1990 and started my civilian life as a lowly clerk in a catalog customer service group for a company I won’t mention. I moved up pretty fast there and in about 6 months, I was a database analyst for the marketing and purchasing groups. That eventually led to a marketing analyst job in a large catalog company just as the web was exploding on the world. While in that position, I began to build and market web sites for them (around 1996) and that has been most of my professional life since then (even though I have moved through two other companies since).
I met the love of my life in 1990 (she happened to be the sister of a friend of mine) although we did not date until 1993. We married in 1994 and our son was born in 1997. After my aunt passed away in 1999, we bought her old two family home and have been struggling to make ends meet ever since. (Oh the trials and tribulations of an owner of an old beat up house that needs attention!)
I took up writing a blog about 2 years ago as a lark to put some things out there that I might want to share with my son someday. Mainly, I wanted to have it there if I happened to pass away before he was old enough for me to tell him these things. It has not worked that way since I found blogging to be a better outlet for whatever thoughts are on my mind. The thoughts I have written about were generally related to sex and how I was getting or not getting it from my wife. My posts have also been about memories or experiences from my past. I still may go back to writing things that I want to share with my son but as my blogging has evolved this is not the place for that right now.
If you care to read my ramblings, you’ll find my thoughts, stories and anecdotes on everything from married life, to aging, child rearing, money and politics (not too often). I do write a lot about what I want or do in my sex life. To me, sex is an important part of my life and I think about it a lot. I do write about other things, really, I do.
Weekends
I'm beginning to love weekends.
The wife worked on Saturday. But on Sunday, we got up about 8AM and I made pancakes and bacon for breakfast for the three of us. Next on the agenda was a sorely needed lawn manicure for our back yard. It took me about an hour but I got the job done nicely. As I was relaxing and cooling down after the grass cutting, the wife informed me that her parents offered to take our son with them to a barbecue. Oh baby, a day alone for the wife and me!
I took a shower and then the boy left with the inlaws. The wife and I decided to start the afternoon off by seeing a matinee of "The DaVinci Code" and then doing some grocery shopping.
For a quick review of the movie... It was pretty faithful to the book but some key plot points were changed to fit the media. Overall, I'd give it 3 out of 4 stars.
I will admit that I was distracted during the movie. My hands found my wifes pussy and I fingered her to an orgasm at about the midway point of the movie.
Next was the grocery shopping and we also picked up some beers.
When we got home, our clothes came off, the candles were lit, and the massage oil was spread liberally about. I fingered and ate the wife out till she came then we fucked hard till I came. It was pretty intense.
Later, we drank some beers and grilled some steaks to perfection.
When the boy came home, we took him to a local ice cream parlor and chilled out for the night.
Today was more laid back.
Wow! I'm impressed
The wife really impressed me yesterday. It was enough that she sent me the nude pic of her to my phone but she went the extra mile. Let me explain.
After we both got home from work yesterday, I thanked her for the pic and said even the offer was welcome. I told her that I was pleasantly shocked and surprised. She said if I liked it that much that she would let me take some real pictures. Wow!
That is just what I did. I took three simple pictures before we got into foreplay. They were pretty bland but it's a start and I'm just stunned, happy and impressed that she let me take them. I want to build on this and work up to some really provocative poses. One step at a time though. Who knows? We could be on the swingers scene soon.
After I took the shots, I asked her if it excited her to take the nude image and send it to me. I could tell it did but she did not entirely admit it. I told her that just the thought of it excited me. Then I asked her about the shots I took and I got the same reaction. I know she liked it and I think she will do it again and more.
We had an intense session after that. I massaged her and kissed her body and then went down on her till she came. Then we had a hard and fast missionary fuck where I came and she came again. Pretty cool if you ask me.
There's Hope!
My wife surprised me today.
I sent her an e-card sort of asking for some "us" time and she replied that she would try and get her parents to take the boy for awhile tomorrow. Then she added, "Would you like me to send you a nude picture to your phone?"
Holy sheet! My heart almost leapt out of my chest and I fumbled to reply that yes, I would love to see a nude pic of her on my phone and that I love it even more that she thought to offer it.
She did send the pic. Very sexy. I sent her back a pic of my penis while I was in the men's room.
There is hope for my wife yet! Maybe I can get her to let me take some photos next. Perhaps things are looking up for our sex life!
What's on my mind?
Here's some things I was thinking about today...
For some reason, I was thinking about the time I was almost killed in a terrorist bombing. It's not as dramatic as it sounds.
While in the Air Force, I was stationed in the United Kingdom and I was planning on surprising my Mom by going home for Christmas. The only person at home that I told was my older sister (she's 16 months older than me). She can't keep a secret so she told my Dad and my brother (he's 4 years older than me). The plan was that I would fly in to JFK via Pan Am from London, take a cab to down-town Manhattan and take the ferry home to Jersey with my sister and brother, walk into the house with them thus surprising my Mom.
Well, I made reservations about 45 days prior to the date I wanted to fly and was very excited. About 2 weeks before my departure date, I decided to leave a day later so that I could work my vacation around my work schedule better. So I changed my flight from Dec 22, 1988 on Pam Am Flight 103 to Pan Am Flight 102 on Dec 23, 1988.
Some of you may remember what happened to Pan Am flight 103. It was blown up by a terrorist bomb while in flight over Lockerbie, Scotland. I found out about the bombing while in my military issue dorm room. I had some friends keep my company while I packed. We had the TV on and a BBC report broke into the program we were watching.
It did not hit me right away that I had been scheduled on that flight until my best friend put two and two together and asked what my original flight number was. I dug out the documents and sure enough I had been scheduled on that flight. My friends later told me that my skin flushed red and then I turned white as a ghost when I realized what had happened. I sat down on the bed not knowing what to do next. After a few minutes, I gained composure, finished packing and decided to call home to let my Mom know I was not on that flight thinking that she would be worried that I had decided to surprise her by coming home (that is indeed what she was thinking). I got through and she was very relieved (along with the rest of the family that did not know I was coming the next day). I kept up the ruse so as to really surprise my Mom the next day. I did get my sister on the phone and she quietly said she feared I had changed my flight and was relieved that I did not. We solidified plans for the next day and she warned me to be careful and said she would say a prayer for me.
I felt better after the call and my friend suggested that we go to the NCO club and blow off some steam, get a few drinks in me so that I could sleep. Good idea as I don't think I would have gotten to sleep on my own.
As I walked into the club, some friends I knew were there and were happy to see me as they were not sure what flight I had been scheduled on. On a side note, I don't think I had to pay for a drink that night.
We got home and my friend (who had planned on staying in my room while I was away - I had my own room while he shared his so this was a good deal for him) stayed the night to make sure I got up on time to catch the bus to Heathrow. All went well and I caught the bus on time and got to Heathrow in plenty of time.
Security at the airport was extremely tight which made me feel better. Once aboard the 747, the flight crew thanked us for flying with them and asked for a moment of silence for those lost on flight 103. The flight was very empty as quite a few people cancelled reservations on the flight. When we arrived at JFK, the press was there as we exited the jetway and most of us were quoted as saying this was probably the safest flight ever with all of the security that as added.
I found a cab, made it to my sister's office and eventually went home and surprised my Mom as I had intended. I don't think she wanted to let me go when she hugged me. I have never told her that I had a reservation on that flight. Dad knew and I'm sure he said a prayer that day thanking God for sparing me and praying for the souls on flight 103 and on the ground that were lost.
When I returned to the UK after my leave ended, my friends told me that there was some confusion on base after I left. Later that morning after I had boarded the bus. My friend that stayed in my room heard a knock at the door. He got up (with a hangover that both of us had) and answered it. At the door was a Security Policeman (an Air Force version of an MP) and our First Sergeant. They came to check if I was there. My friend told them no but that I had left for the states. The SP and the First Sergeant got agitated and misunderstood that I had been on flight 103, grabbed my friend (who was in his boxers) and told him to get dressed and go with them. Groggy and hung over, my friend didn't connect that they misunderstood. He dressed and asked why they were so excited. They told him that they wanted him to tell our commander about me and my travel plans.
After they got to the commanders office, my friend started to put it together and explained to him what happened. Evidently, there was some rumor spreading around the base that I was on the flight and they could neither confirm or deny it officially and decided to see if I was in my room. The commander also explained that higher command had asked if the units could get a head count and confirm the location of all their assigned personnel. He went on to say that they could not get an official passenger list from Pan Am that fast and thought it might be prudent to do their own count right away. They eventually decided to start locating those of us that were on leave if at all possible to see if we were on the flight. I had a leave form that started the day after flight 103 blew up but it was common to sometimes get a jump on leave and depart the day before if you could. That's why they were so worried.
So that's how I had a close call while flying.
Another thing is that it is now 2 minutes till the final episode of LOST starts on ABC. I have been waiting for this moment all day. Don't call or contact me for the next two hours!
Plans
Busy weekend for 306 and my family.
Last night the wife and I had some great lovin'. Started with some erotic massage, progressed to pussy eating and licking with a finger up the ass and finished with my wearing a jelly cock ring with a vibrating egg attached. It was phenomenal!
Today, we went out to breakfast, grocery shopping and now we just finished dressing to attend the wedding of a daughter of one of my cousins. So we can attend, the boy is being baby sat by my wife's niece.
Tomorrow is my wife's nephew's First Holy Communion at 10AM. Later that afternoon, I'm making a roast with my patented dry rub and whipped potatoes.
Fun stuff! Behave yourselves!
Update
I have not felt like blogging much. It's just that. Nothing else really.
My wife's parents took the boy out to dinner this past Saturday. We fucked like rabbits. At one point I was using my middle and index fingers of my right hand to massage the wife's hard to find g-spot and using the thumb on the same hand to diddle her clit. She was wet and bucking her pelvis on my hand. This was after I lapped at her pussy for a while. Good times!
Was The 4th Amendment Suspended?
I don't know about anybody else but I was absolutely angered when reading
this story in USA Today this morning.
Was the 4th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution suspended and nobody told me?
I am considering filing a law suit against Verizon and AT&T since they breached their service agreement with me by allowing this invasion of my privacy.
Anybody want to join me in a class action law suit?
Any chance we can impeach the criminal in the White House?
Home
Yep, I'm home again today. The doctor wanted me to take another day to get the chest congestion cleared up. So here I sit, bored out of my skull.
A brief visit.
So I'm home sick today. I have had this chest congestion thing going on since Thursday. It's related to allergies and has caused me to have pains in my chest (don't get worried, it's a dull ache not sharp or anything like that) and made me light headed at times.
I'm headed to the doctor this afternoon.
I Sold Shoes
I love my wife. I love being married. I love being a father of a smart and talented son.
But...
I have times when I would love to go back in time and relive some moments in my early adulthood.
For example, I was about 18, not long out of high school and waiting for my delayed enlistment in the Air Force. I was working at a Thom Mcanns store (some of you out there might remember them) selling shoes. It was a busy day and the store phone rang. The store manager was busy so I answered it. "Thom Mcanns, 306g speaking, how may I help you? A sexy, somewhat deep and sultry woman's voice on the other end of the phone asked to speak to so and so. I told her that so and so was the manager of the store down the street and gave her the number there. She then said, "So, what was your name again?" I gave it to her and she said, "You sound sexy and hot, we should get together." I, at that age, just said, "Uh, er, um, well thanks!" I'm sure I was beet red, too. She then said, "Here's my number, 555-4141, give me a call some time?" "Uh, OK, bye", I stammered completely flustered, and quickly hung up the phone.
That is a moment that I've relived in my mind often in the last 25 years. I've always wondered what I would say to her now and would I call her this time. What would have happened had I pursued it?
Movie Review with FREE Whiplash
Hold on, this is going to be a long post with a whiplash inducing turn at the end.
We had an interesting day on Sunday.
We were able to ship the boy out with my Mom and Sister, allowing my wife and I to go out to lunch and see a movie.
Lunch was at a local diner and was no more than you would expect except that we were rushed to make it to our 1:10 showing of "United 93". I had reservations about seeing this movie, thinking that it would hit too close to home since we live within 2 or 3 miles of Ground Zero and had a too close view of the events and aftermath of 9/11. But since my wife really wanted to see it I relented and there we found our selves in a theater that was less than 1/3 full early Sunday afternoon. The theater we chose is actually closer to Ground Zero than my home is and if the WTC was still standing would be easily in view of the front doors of the theater oddly enough.
The lights came down and we settled in to relive events that we have read/heard about for the last 4 1/2 years.
From a purely objective movie goers view, the movie was richly filmed and only had a few actors that might be recognized by the general public. It told the story of the flight of United 93 that departed out of Newark International Airport on that dreadful morning. For those of you out there that do not know it, Newark Airport is the closest airport to Manhattan in the area and is just west of where I live. The WTC could easily be seen from the airport and from the airplanes landing and departing that very busy hub.
The movie started out by showing the hijackers in their hotel rooms praying and preparing to leave for their flight as well as the air traffic controllers, FAA control center managers, flight crews and passengers arriving for their shift or the flight.
As the movie progressed the film slowly unfolds the confusion of the day as controllers begin to suspect that something is wrong with an American Airlines flight out of Boston. What tips the controller that something is odd is that he hears a somewhat garbled transmission: "We have planes..." (I'm paraphrasing that). The controller, wisely, lets his manager know that something is wrong but their is doubt in all their minds. No other indication that anything is wrong with that flight is indicated until the controller realizes the flight is not answering calls and turns the radar transponder off. Shortly after the controller notices that the aircraft (which is supposed to be heading west) turns abrubtly south without permission or notification (a big no no). The managers bump the problem up the chain on command to the FAA command center in Virginia.
All this time, United 93 is waiting in line to depart Newark and is delayed (those of you that have flown into and out of Newark know that is a very standard occurrence).
The story really begins to unfold about the time United 93 begins it's take off roll. Much confusion is shown between the air traffic center, FAA and a NORAD air defense control center. I will tell you that based on this movie, the confusion is very understandable, regrettable, but understandable. Until that time there had not been a hijacking in US domestic air space in more than 20 years and the planes were not acting like a "normal" hijacking (make the pilot fly them somewhere and make demands). It confused everybody involved and effectively doomed more than 3,000 peoples lives.
As an editorial comment, I don't believe that once the hijackings were underway that there was anything anybody could have done to stop them given the situation that existed at the time. The movie does not say that but it proved it to me given what I know about air defense and air traffic control from my military career. I would hope that we learned a lesson that horrible day - a terrible, disgusting and expensive (in lives and property lost) lesson.
I won't go into many more details on the movie as most of it you probably have already heard since that day but suffice it to say that without the delay in taking off and the communications the passengers had with the outside world from that plane, there would have been a much bigger tragedy that day. The passengers bravely decided to try and stop these evil men any way they could and perhaps save themselves.
I have seen replayed news coverage of the major events of 9/11 a number of times in the last few years that did not bring any kind of emotional response from me but there were a number of scenes in the movie that brought that day back into my consciousness more so than anything in the last few years.
The first scenes that brought it all back to me were the planes hitting the towers. The movie made it real as they followed those planes and the reactions and confusion of the controllers etc. as it happened on the radar screens and television. It brought back to me how incredibly ridiculous it seemed when I was told that morning that a plane had hit the World Trade Center (surely it was a small plane and that although some lives would be lost everyting would be OK?). Then I heard another plane hit the other tower... Then I heard that one of the towers had fallen... I had to see it myself and went into a conference room at work where the TV was on and saw that, yes, only one tower was now standing (and burning furiously).
The next scene that bothered me was the actual hijacking of United 93. It was violent and all too easy. Watching it, you knew that the fate of everybody on that plane was sealed.
Another scene that brought it back to me was the calls the passengers were making to loved ones near the end. They knew that they did not have much of a chance to survive one way or the other. We've all heard those calls in the news scince 9/11 and they still bring tears to my eyes. Oddly enough, during the movie, they just started to bring out the anger in me.
The last scene to get a reaction out of me was the final confrontation on the doomed plane. After that, the screen went black and some text came on explaining some things.
I walked out of the theater with feelings of anger over the top of sadness I have not felt since the days/months after 9/11. I did not like it and I wish I had not watched the movie at this time - perhaps another year or so and I would be ready for it.
I have had emotional reactions to memories or stories of that day but not like this.
I did not have this kind of feeling when I first saw Ground Zero two years after (I could not bring myself to go there and the first time I was only passing by on my way to somewhere in the city).
I did not have this feeling the first time I passed through Ground Zero on a PATH train last summer. (If you have ever taken a PATH train into/out of the WTC before 9/11, try it now - the first time will grab you right in the chest as you come out of the tunnel).
Why did this movie do that to me? Good movies are supposed to elicit emotions from the viewer but I was just not ready for it. Perhaps the rest of America and the world are ready. I certainly did not need to see this movie yet, I was/am not ready to relive it, yet.
It took a relatively short time to distract my emotions and attention from what we just experienced but walking through a crowded super market did wonders for me.
By the time we got home, I was more or less back to normal. And with the boy away for most of the rest of the afternoon, the wife and I got to play. It was not one of the great fucks we ever had but they can't all be great, can they.
