So, rawr.

Hmm, rantings for today... oh right, here's one: How NOT to get your wife preggo! And then a rather personal note at the end.


Ok, I have several issues with that, as listed below. But we're going to talk about the first couple, the one who did the hiring, as couple one, and the couple that had two children as couple two. Also, I would like to state before I get started in today's rant that I am speaking from a monogamous standpoint. If you happen to be in a poly-amorous relationship, then please don't take this rant too seriously. It is not meant to offend anybody... except maybe the people I'm directly ranting about. Read on:

1) Why didn't husband one make husband two take a fertility test, among other tests? Seriously, there are lots of STD's out there. and after reading that article all the way through, you find that husband 2's wife cheated on him, which opens husband and wife 1 up to several hundred possibilities. Congrats, Herr Dipshit, you've got herpes! (This is a German happening, and the prefix "herr" is used to say "sir".)

2) Why didn't they explore other options first? Seriously, there are lots of routes open to the first couple. Artificial insemination is where I would have gone first, not fucking your neighbor. And even if it's found that wife 1 can't carry a child, you can use a surrogate mother! I'd suggest wife 2, but then we don't know how many things she's been infected with. I'm going to have to use a surrogate mother, if I ever want kids. and it burns me to high hell. Why can't they be like the rest of us?!

3) Where did wife 1 stand on this? I imagine she was either coerced into fucking her neighbor when she didn't really want to, or she's had a thing for her neighbor for a while now. Or maybe they were in one of those weird open relationship things, in which case the point I made earlier about getting everybody involved tested is even more valid!

4) Where are they now? What are they doing now? Who else is this man trying to hire to fuck his wife? Come on now, were I in this man's shoes I wouldn't have done that in the first place... I would want my wife desiring -me-, not the next door neighbor or mailman. And, where do you go after you've succeeded in getting her pregnant? when you're finally fucking her when the baby's asleep, and she moans somebody else's name, how is that going to make you feel? First you weren't adequate enough to help her produce a child, but now you're not adequate enough to fully please her or keep her attention. Way to go, dumbass!

... ahem. Yeah, we're done on that topic.

EDIT! My parents just came busting into my room like they expected me to be smoking a bong. They took a look around and were like "There's going to be a man coming over at noon tomorrow." ... Really. Is he invisible? and does he happen to be my boyfriend, because that would be nice. "He's going to inspect the house to see what it'll sell for." WTF WE'RE MOVING?! NO! "If it won't sell for what he thinks it should sell for, then the loan is off." OH RIGHT loan. You're re-financing the house. ... Why does this man need to invade my room at precisely noon? Couldn't he wait until, I don't know, 3pm? Or maybe inspect the rest of the house first so I can be notified of the intrusion and, I don't know, GET DRESSED?! I don't typically GET UP until noon! Geez. So now I get to scrub my room from top to bottom for no reason other than impressing some man who's going to force me to get up at some ungodly hour and give him a fucking tour of my room. =.=  Also, keep in mind, that Indiana drivers (except a select few) are, as my friend Bryan says, "Incompetent at driving in anything but dry roads above 40 degrees." I happen to agree with him. This house inspector will probably come crashing through my window at 11:45 with his Escalade's heater and radio up full blast. Or he won't come at all, which means I'll have to NOT BREATHE in my room AT ALL until the weather clears up and he can feel comfortable driving to our house. Freaking house inspectors!

As for the personal topic, it's personal to me. Honestly... I miss Loki rather badly. It's only been 48 hours or so since I've seen him last but it's killing me! It's... it's almost like we've known each other for EONS, and have just now found each other in this particular lifetime. It wouldn't surprise me... He starts a sentence, and I finish it. I want to say something and can't find the right word, and he finds it for me without me even describing what I want to say. Holy hellbent hanging herrings, batman! WE READ EACH OTHER'S MINDS ZOMG (not really but damn close some days.) I'm not certain rather I should be flailing around in fear or joy. Or maybe both. either way I'd rather not break stuff, so let's not go there.

... I really need to invest in a snowmobile or four-wheeler so I can just drive my happy ass over there and be all "LOKI! Just stopped by to say hello, and to steal some cuddles." Then I could also drive myself up to see my friends, in most any weather! I'd just need to make said snowmobile or four-wheeler street legal. T_T

Have any comments? Go ahead and leave 'em. Want me to cover something in a blog post? Leave it in a comment and I'll consider it.

Blessed Be!
~SNT
Listening: Celtic Woman, Níl Sé'n Lá
Drinking: Water-and-I-wish-it-was-a-Guinness!