Friday, September 18, 2009

My brother...

I didn't know why she came for me.
Every Thursday for as long as I could remember.
Why me and not my brother?

She always took me for ice cream and then to the park.

Even at 5, I tried to understand what she wanted.
I tried to answer her questions without telling her my secrets.

And at the end of every visit, I'd get more and more scared, waiting...wanting to go home.
Hoping this time, she didn't move us to another home, another family.

Please don't ask us to move again.
Please don't ask us to move again.

After every visit, she'd drive me home.
We'd come around the corner, and I'd hold my breath till I could see him.

Sitting on the steps, waiting.
Right where I'd left him. Holding his paint chipped fire engine.

Always waiting.
Knowing I'd always come back for him.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Sex after 40...

Both my husband and I hit our 40's within the last two years.

I'll admit after 17 years of marriage, our sex life has gone through its share of changes.

We often marvel at how we had enough energy to have sex 5 times a day while going to college, working two part time jobs (his at school, mine off campus) and his water polo practice twice a day. When did we have time to sleep? Go to parties? Recover from drinking too much?

And then I remember I was 19/20 and he was 21/22.

A time where staying up till 4am frantically writing a paper due at 9am, didn't keep me from working a six hour shift, going to 3 classes and apparently fucking my brains out for 3 hours.

After 21 years(total) together, our sex life has gone through peaks and valleys. Babies and graveyard shifts.

And now at 41, I finally get the whole Demi Moore/Ashton Kutcher thing.

See, women go through their sexual peak sometime in their late 30's to early 40's whereas men peak sometime in their 20's.

You'd have to have a 20 year old on stand by...or risk giving your husband a heart attack.