If someone paid you 2 million dollars for one night with your spouse would you take it?

It would have to be with their consent of course.

We’ve all seen the movie Indecent Proposal, a million dollars for one night… but we are figuring for inflation here.

Ben and I have two very different answers to this question…

He says absolutely not…

I say if it would provide our family with support and security… sure why not, its just SEX…

So does this make me an immoral idiot?   I am not sure.

 Does the fact that I don’t believe one night of something physical with someone else would kill what we have make me stupid?   Maybe.

Would my Immortal soul burn in HELL if I said “Sure honey, go sleep with someone else.”   Some people would say so.

But I want to know what YOU think?

The question is this…

SOMEONE OFFERS YOU TWO MILLION DOLLARS TO HAVE SEX WITH THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE FOR ONE NIGHT… DO YOU TAKE IT?

One of my favorite shows is Wait Wait Don’t Tell me on NPR hosted by Peter Segal.  If you haven’t heard it, it’s an enjoyable way to spend an hour on an Saturday, or anytime actually with the invention of the miraculous interweb… thank you Al Gore… (snicker)

Peter Segal has a new book out called The Book of Vice, I can’t wait to read it. I was listening to Talk of The Nation the other day and they were discussing the Eliot Spitzer scandal… and Peter’s book fit right in there… At the time I thought nothing of it I was just enjoying the show.

As Ben and I were hustling out the door this morning, I was letting my mind wander, always a dangerous thing. I was taking in the mess on the porch and  thinking about a bill that needed to be paid and a call to the  insurance office, I was thinking about a  a new Ipod touch 80gb that I’d like to get for Ben but we just don’t have the money… So I looked at Ben and said… “I’m sorry that we take all of your money. If you didn’t have us you would have a clean house and lots of expendable cash, I’m sorry.” 

To which he gave me a DON’T BE AN IDIOT look  and said he would never want that. He never thought that way. He loved having us and wouldn’t have  it any other way…

AWWW… I know… right?

I was still feeling a little bad about being the black hole of money… and then I remembered the NPR interview…

Hmmm Here is  Spitzer, a brilliant, powerful, goal oriented man,  his future wide open before him and instead of turning to his lovely wife he spends 1000 to 5000 dollars for one time with a hooker…

Not to disparage the hooker, she could be  lovely girl, but 1000 to 5000 dollars!?!

Okay… so I am a good looking, funny, entertaining, educated, creative woman…

How much am I worth?  I have done the figuring in my head and  Ben is getting a massive deal!

I am going to stop worrying about all of the things he could have without me and start concentrating on the things he has with me… all in all I am quite sure we are lucky to have each other…

Now I need to go read that book. 

What about it?

Do you think Eliot Spitzer was insane to pay 1000 to 5000 for a poke?

What would you charge for the pleasure of your company?  I’m not encouraging it or soliciting!  Just curious…

Could you put a price on yourself? 

*******EDIT****************************

Guys… you can answer this too.

Have you ever Googled yourself?  That sounds a little naughty.

No really, have you ever self-Googled ? There is a name for it… Hmmm… What is it?

Ego surfing! That’s it.

I’m told everyone should do it, that way you can make sure no one is assuming your identity or running ads for garage sales at your house on days your supposed to be gone.

Ben Googles himself often (again… why does that sound so… naughty? )  It’s fun to see all of the articles he has had published, reviews he’s written or debate a.k.a. online arguments, he’s had. When I google my name however, nothing, nada, zip, well at least at first… I went through ten pages before I found the birth announcement for my daughter and let’s face it, that was really more about her then me.

Then I googled Angi1972, wow I am all over the place! I’m even in different languages.

I’d like to point out, that THIS isn’t me, I’m glad the poor girl had her moles taken care of though. I know, some of you have been wondering about the facial hair, but it isn’t for hiding  melanomas .

Anyway, do a little ego surfing, you never know what you might find. Maybe those photos you had taken your freshmen year to put yourself through college have resurfaced! You should really check that out.

Feel free to share!

I was awaken this morning at 6 a.m. by trains being run over my toes and up my leg and a tiny voice whispering “whoo…whoo…”

I then took him downstairs and put on a show for him, climbed upstairs and fell back asleep… I just woke up it is eleven o’clock! I haven ‘t slept this late since before I had children… I’m not sure I like it anymore…

It was nice of my Hubby to let me try though… Wasn’t it?

I used to enjoy cooking. I would go to the store and plan out the meals that Ben and I were going  to have, roasts, london broil, shrimp alfredo, lasagna, chicken breast stuffed with swiss cheese and sauted mushrooms… ( can you tell I’m hungry?) I loved it every little detail… I used to make apple pies, with crusts cut into leaf shapes… I loved to cook…

 What happened to me. I dread the thought of even making macaroni out of a box anymore… It isn’t that I don’t like cooking… it just feels like more effort then its worth. Too much effort. For the first time the other night I actually liked it again.

Ben had to work all day so we put the kids to bed and made dinner just for us. We made bacon wrapped fillet mignon and some spinach tortellini with alfredo sauce… it was scrumptious… we played Boggle while the steaks were grilling and just enjoyed being together… I always enjoy being with Ben, now if I can just figure out what it took to enjoy cooking again… hmmmm…

I imagine that everyone loves the area that they come from. Whether you stay there your entire life or not there is probably one thing about the place your from that will always invoke good memories.

When I lived in Utah I found that it wasn’t for me. There are things of such beauty there, the Arches, and the mountains, so many other things, but it was never home. I missed the shades of green and deciduous trees. I missed the water so much I can’t imagine living in a place with out some type of water near by ever again.

Something else I missed that I didn’t even know I missed until I returned home was the barns.  In Utah I saw no barns, in fact every where we traveled in the Western part of the country I can’t remember seeing one barn. They are probably there, who knows, I didn’t see them.

Lately I have developed an obsession with barns. We drive down the road and I will point out several to Ben hoping he will pull over to let me take a picture, occasionally he does. If he did it every time, we would always be late to wherever we were  headed. I make mental notes on where they are located and what is near by. “Oh that one has a bank of tiger lilies that will be open soon.” or ” That will look great when the sun sets.” They crowd my head waiting for the day when Cooper and I can take a drive and capture them so I can hide them in a computer file.

My Mother in Law collects barn pictures so I take the photos under the rouse of giving them to her, but I think Ben might be on to me…  I like them for myself, they make me feel good. I will probably never hang them on my wall, but I will occasionally open their files and peek at the images, just so I can get that sense of home.

This barn is in Empire near the Sleeping Bear Dunes. At the top of the dune when you look down you can see it and Glen Lake. It’s so beautiful. Some day I’ll make the effort to climb it again and get a picture.

Just because I thought it would be fun. Love Picassa.

Today was another busy day. Sleep consult today to find out why I’m exhausted all of the time but still can’t sleep most of the time. I go in for a sleep study in June. That will be a lot of fun. (dripping sarcasm)

Took the kids to the beach after school, so I have a Bay Watch report…

There was a lot of fog because of the temperature difference between the air and water it was fun to watch because the wind kept blowing it around so much sometimes I could barely see the kids.

Yes… nostril jewelry, it’s a zipper pull that doubles as a nostril definition piece…

Yes, my feet are freakishly white this time of year… give it a couple of weeks and I’ll be a healthy toasty brown with flip flop lines. I just thought the bubbles were cool…

In other news… now I need to distract you from my feet. I’m in desperate need of a pedicure… Hint, hint MOM… (take me for a pedicure)

Oh yes, in other news I received a VERY cool piece of Mail Art that I will be posting later from one of my fellow Xangans.

I was hoping to get a better roadside trillium picture for you, just haven’t had a chance yet.

I think that’s it. Nothing else is new with me. The monsters are all doing well, I still have no car… but that is a whole other post. I can’t afford what I want and I don’t want to become a minivan Mom… not that there is anything wrong with that and I should just chalk it up to one more thing I have to cave on because we are just at that stage in our lives, but sometimes a person just gets tired of caving…

*sigh*

Wishing you all clean water and rainbows. Ang

HA I sound like a total hippy chick.

Music as promised. It was a seven minute piece but Ben edited it down for me to three because I know we of the Xanga world have VERY short attention spans. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Well maybe not as MUCH as I do. Oh… for anyone who doesn’t know what I’m talking about… See the prior post!

Today is a day for MEN… Superbowl Sunday. Yes there are a few select women who enjoy this sacrosanct of all days. But it truly is a day for men.

So, is it any wonder on this Hollowed day. My thoughts turn to MEN. It might have something to do with the fact that I’m preparing to watch a bunch of them in spandex pants, take the field where, they will proceed to grab each other and tumble into big delicious man piles…

Sorry, I was temporarily distracted…

Where was I… Oh Men. I was thinking about what it is that make us women melt. Why is it that we fall for the stereo types. The poet, the musician, the artist, the jock, the nerd or man of brilliance, as I prefer to think of them.

I think that I have come to the conclusion that it all depends on how we dream of being worshipped.

Do I want my image immortalized in a portrait? A song? A poem? I know a Snowmaker who has made some women very happy.

Do we dream of having our man score a touch down or win a game, all for us. Like the knights of old perhaps, that would carry our favors tucked within their armor as they faced off in a joust.

Do we want a man of brilliance, who will create something for us to admire, who can fix whatever we need and kiss us and pat our tush and say “Anytime babe.” Making us feel like the world revolves around our every need and whim.

Men, all I know is I have a great appreciation. How blessed we are as women to have such offerings of testosterone.

I appreciate my own on so many levels. He fills a little of all of my dreams, and he often pats me on the tush and says “Anytime Babe.”

Yesterday I made a recording of one of the things he does that I love the best…

MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER PEOPLE…

He was playing the PIANO… yesh… You guys.

So today I will put up a picture. A tease, if you will of my own piece of testosterone… And let you see how he looks when he’s making me melt. Or as I like to think of it… worshiping me with his music.

The music will follow tomorrow. When you aren’t paying attetion to the game and can truly appreciate it.

I was tagged yesterday to do my favorite things. I think I’ve narrowed it down.

#1 My laptop.

Without it I wouldn’t have all of you. Or a way to edit my photos,  build playlists, burn CD’s,and I’d have to go back to writing in a note book that eventually falls apart, where I could  never find what I need and I lost pages constantly.

So, Yeah for my lap top. It is a work in progress and I love it.  

#2 would be my night stand area. It’s were I sit at Cooper’s nap time and do my writing, reading and daydreaming.

#3 Is my NEW camera… I get to take pictures of stupid things that allow me to do all of these AWESOMELY entertaining, QUALITY blogs.

(yeah right)

 I like my camera. It goes every where I go.

That’s it for my favorite things… I have other favorite THINGS… but I’ll save them for later.

For the next couple of weeks these will be a dozen of my favorite things.

Ben (my Ben) Has joined Xanga. He has a very interesting post up today I think you’ll all enjoy, stop by and check it out.

Make sure you read to the end.

I wonder if the flowers were a bribe to get me to link him? Sokay… I’ll take them! Hey? How come you all don’t give me flowers when I link you?

#5. I forgot this one… My James Christiansen

collection… I was working as a mat cutter in Utah while Ben was at BYU. I used left over molding and made all of the frames myself, and all of the mat work… I have a few prints, but these are still my favorites because they remind me of our poor college days, and our tiny apartment .

Oh… the fireplace… anyone know what it means?

I was supposed to tag people but I think I’m just going to say if you want to DO IT… It was fun. Ang