Yesterday was one of those days. We both came home saying how much we had wanted to quit our jobs. At one point during my shift my only thought was I want to go home, have a drink, and fuck Terry senseless. Sounding abit crass there? Maybe, but it has been a while for us, too long we both said, mostly because of the holidays and the boy being home on school break and staying up late. We have a lock on the door, but we both agree the sex is better when we don't have to worry about the noise, or the possibility of a knock on the bedroom door. She likes to scream when she cums, and I get a little loud myself at times (one night last summer we forgot and left the window open, the one that fronts on our busy street, where people are walking by at times, and we heard comments from outside...). So last night when he FINALLY was invited to a sleep over, the look of relief on both our faces was huge... and that same look was there again later that night as well...
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One of Terry's family traditions on Christmas is to make snacks in the middle of the day, instead of having lunch. This year we had little smokies (plain and as pigs in a blanket made by Terry's older son), shrimp, veggies and dip, sweet pickles and olives, and Terry asked me to make my family's famous bean dip.
This bean dip recipe was given to my wife Kathy a few years before we were married (from Linda, a nurse she worked with) and has been made many times over the years. One of my favorite stories about the bean dip was the year she made it for my family's Thanksgiving Day dinner. The dinner was always held at my parents or uncles home (which ironically was within view of Kathy's home), and this year we were at my uncle's. The bean dip was so popular (even with my cousins) that nobody was hungry by the time the turkey was done, and my aunt was visibly upset about it and she never really warmed up to my future wife after that...
Through the years there were many times we'd have friends show up at our place when they heard the bean dip was being made, and it became my wife's signature dish (well that and the apple crisp she would make for me on special occasions).
This was only the fourth time I'd made it since Kathy died, but it turned out the best yet!
So as a belated Christmas gift to my friends that read here, I present the recipe. Enjoy!
Bean Dip
1 large can of refried beans
1 8 ounce package of cream cheese
8 ounces of sour cream
1 onion, finely chopped
1/2 package of taco seasoning
Tabasco sauce to taste (1-2 capfuls)
Mix all ingredients with a large spoon until fully blended.
Top with 1 pound of grated jack and cheddar cheese (1/2 pound of each)
Cover with foil in a 8 1/2 by 11 inch glass dish for 30 minutes at 350 degrees or until cheese is fully melted.
Serve with lots of tortilla chips.
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For New Years Eve, we'll be attending a symphony performance of Beethoven's 9th at the Martin Woldson Theater in Spokane. Terry loves the symphony and the boy and I have never gone, so it should be a treat.
I wrote a few posts back about the pending end of this blog, originally I'd planned to end it on the 3rd anniversary of this blog, then thought the end of the year, but it seems I still have some posts left in me. There are some changes coming to our little house soon and I'll write about that next year...
But for now, I'll leave you with wishes for a very happy and prosperous New Year. Cheers!
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Oh, I'm going to try that bean dip recipe. Thanks.
Best wishes for the new year!
I think I'll make that bean dip for NYE.
Don't worry about those comments from outside the window....prolly just jealous people!
I love this happy, sexy side of you. I am elated you and Terry found each other. I hope the new year brings you both more love than your hearts can hold.
lots of love,
~vk~
If you had said LITTLE changes as opposed to "some changes ... little house"... Hmmm...
So funny about people on the street outside your window. When my kids were small and spent a few days a month with their dad, I was one day told on the complex playground: "You're a screamer." I confessed that yeah, I sometimes yelled at my kids and I knew that was not the best approach. "Oh," she said... "I wasn't talking about that screaming." Oh, those were the days.
You guys sound great! Have a fantastic time at the symphony! And I wish you the very best in the coming year. (Um... Don't bother with the shutting down the blog thing. OK? It can simply be a great way to stay in touch... Just sayin'.)
Ah...we are having our first ever New Year's Eve party and I am starting to worry that I won't be able to stay awake until midnight. I tend to drift off around nine each night...
I think the symphony sounds like much more fun than a party.
LOL great post.
I find that some times the release of a gutteral groan, or scream comes from a primal place that enhances, or makes the orgasm what it should be - mindblowing!
Fucking neighbours eh?
Or 'now that we know you're into listening to us, we'll put on a real show for you' and see if that doesn't turn them bright shades of crimson!
I bet they wish they had screaming orgasms too!
Little smokies .. interesting because here in England we have something very similar to those. We take a small uncooked sausage wrap it in a small piece of streaky bacon, stick a wooden skewer through it to hol it in place... make lots then cook in oven until cooked... we call them 'pis in blankets' another one is get a pitted prune again wrap it in a small piece of streaky bacon and skewer i, cook in ovem.. these little beauties are coled 'devil on horse back' I can eat these like they're going out of fashion (plenty.)
glad to see you still around....
Happy New Year, Fuse.
Hope the bean dip didn't interfere with the intimacy! x
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