Wednesday, December 31, 2008


Remember that old Salt 'n Pepa song from the 80's?

Let's talk about sex, baby (sing it)
Let's talk about you and me (sing it, sing it)
Let's talk about all the good things
And the bad things that may be
Let's talk about sex (come on)
Let's talk about sex (do it)
Let's talk about sex (uh-huh)
Let's talk about sex

Ah, the songs of my youth. The lyrics were so deep, meaningful and well thought-out, were they not? I personally prefer their hit song "Push It" but for the sake of this post, that wouldn't have worked. But now I'll have it in my head the rest of the day. Oh well.

I've been hinting around, but not writing too much about the fact we're trying extremely hard to get me knocked up. It's something Brian's already admonished me several times for sharing with too many people, but it's hard for me not to talk about it when it's become top priority in my mind, body and soul. We've started seeking medical help, so I'm feeling a lot better about our chances. Finally. I certainly won't be talking about this on my Myspace blog - thems a whole different slew of people who don't need to be up in mah bidness. But I have to document this one small thing because what's going on in my house right now is monumental. Epic.

We're having sex three days in a row, starting yesterday. Maybe that's not big news to a lot of you hornballs out there, but for us, it is a huge deal. We've been together for twelve years, married for almost ten and yeah - this doesn't happen very much anymore. I don't think it's happened since the late 90's. But after doing some calculations, I realized this is my peak time, my eggs are waiting on the edge of their seat and hey, there are worse ways to spend your time, right?

So just...well if you see me walking funny this week you'll know why.

It turns out we will actually be going to a little shindig tonight, nothing fancy. The pros: These are fun friends of ours and the last party I went to at their house was a really good time. There will be an abundance of food and drink. It'll be good to get out of the house.
The cons: They live 45 minutes away. I assume there will be cops out like rabid dogs tonight looking to cuff 'em and stuff 'em, as Roscoe P. Coltrane used to say. I don't plan on drinking very much; maybe one or two at the beginning of the night, but I'll make sure I'm prepared to drive home. I just don't need to end the year with anymore run-ins with the law.

Finally, I would like to share with you a picture my cousin emailed me the other day. It is from the summer of '89, when I spent three glorious months in the Catskill mountains of upstate New York working and drinking in a bar called The Chalet. One of the best, if not THE best summer of my life. In this picture you will be able to pick me out easily. I'm the one next to my cousin (he's wearing the hat) with the hair that takes up the majority of the picture. Behold, me as I was twenty years ago:
Now do you understand why the flatiron changed my life? That, my friends, is a perfect example of the Jewfro.

I hope you all have fun tonight and for all of us to have a motherhumping kick-ass 2009.


Anonymous said...

Sorry so serious here...

We have had as many un-successful pregnancies as we have had successful ones and I was always so reserved about them after we lost the first one. It was so hard on my wife...and still is.

I knew that if I became too "excited" that it would be even harder on her. I am sure you are on all of the pre-natal vitamins and stuff.

Best of luck to you...and NICE HAIR!

Kim said...

We've been through a lot these ten years too and I'm sorry to hear about your troubles. We are hoping with the medical help we'll be successful. We've never been in a financial position to do this before now, so we're excited, but guardedly so. Yes, I'm on a bunch of pre-natals and stuff; it's crazy. But I'll do whatever it takes.
Yes, when I see pictures of that I remind Brian why it was good of him to invest a hundred bucks into my hair straightning iron. He agrees.

Anonymous said...

Okay, I posted a comment from work and it never showed up. Sorry if you get this twice!

There will be time enough for 'Push It' once you get knocked up. ;)

April said...

Awww, Kim. I wish you the best. Your comment on my blog was very sweet. And let me say parenting is the hardest thing I do everyday, I pray really hard that I don't screw any of them up too bad.

That being said, it sounds like your heart,head and ahem, body is in a good place to go through the whole knockin' you up process.

eljay said...

Happy New Year!
I just wanted to let you know that I have the original of that picture and many more....


Wishing you all the best dear...
Glad you have a sense of humour, so importnt I think... Best wishes & hopes as always!

Kim said...

Eljay - I have a bunch of those pictures too but don't know where they are; we need to get them all together and make copies for each other!

Lenore - my sense of humor has gotten me through a lot; I depend on it to get me through a lot more!

Taoist Biker said...

3 days in a row? I've been with my wife the same length of time and 3 months in a row is pretty good. Not newsworthy, but still pretty good. :D