my own iron man.

1 05 2008

Separated at birth:  “Iron Man”, actor Robert Downey Jr. and…my hot-ass SM.

I knew when I originally saw the trailer for “Iron Man” I wanted to see it for some Godforsaken reason.  Then it came to me.  I wanna get naked with Robert Downey Jr!  The salt and pepper hair, the scruff, the chiseled features, the slightly smaller stature and bad-boy history….he’s my boyfriend minus the coke habit and less sideburn action! 

“Iron Man” debuts in theatres tomorrow, tonight at midnight in select theatres for massively nerdy geeks out there (I’m talking to you, Patrick).  For those not as “hip” (I use the term “hip” loosely) to the Marvel comic, Tony Stark (Downey Jr.), genius billionaire, gets kidnapped and forced to make some WMDs.  Homeboy says eff you guys and builds the Iron Man suit to escape his captors.  Ooh, that sounds so…daring and sexy.  Plus, by the gallery on the website, I can tell somebody’s been working out…..rar.  C’mere tiger.  Mama’s gonna make you her Iron Man.





the objective of watching porn.

9 04 2008

At first, I didn’t like the idea of the SM watching adult content on TV and I certainly did not want him purchasing such movies on Pay Per View.  I am not a porn prude by any stretch, but as he was getting acclamated down here with his job and with me….and we didn’t have the money coming in right off the bat.  I thought our money would be better spent on food and bills over titties and bush.  Besides, it was a small criticism on my character (justified or not), making me feel like I wasn’t holding my own.  I was all about watching it if we could do it together, but he seemed so private about it, so that forced me to take it even more personally.  Broads are so dumb sometimes.

After further consideration, fatter paychecks and our attempts to keep the relationship fresh, I deemed it tolerable for the SM to do a little “research” here and there, so long as he kept it in moderation.  While we have a very open, honest relationship and keep very little from each other if anything, he has a shy streak when it comes to watching porn together.  I understand that it can be a personal thing, so I told him that was cool, but I I also told him to talk about it if he wants.  It’s not like he has to report back..but him being more open about it, even if he kind of feels private about watching it…would really help me understand and rationalize it.  If he brought ideas back, I guess it felt like he was watching it for legitimate reasons that I could stomach.  So far, the test has been successful, mostly in part to a little conversation we had the other day.

We were sitting on the couch before his ball game yesterday and he said, “Ya know that “research” I did the other day?  That was the worst movie ever.  This chick…she was with three guys…all separately, of course….”

“Thats not a given, baby.  It’s porn.”

“Ahh….Good point, she coulda been…uh….”

“She coulda been doing a lot of things.”

“Yeah…..at any rate, she was with three separate guys in three separate situations..and every time, she said, ‘Oh you’re so big and this is nothing like i ever felt before.’  Why would she say that?  That’s not true.  She said it about the last guy!!!”

“Baby, you shouldn’t be watching porn for the dialogue.  You’re missing the point.”
 
“I guess but…that just ruined it for me.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.  Here I was thinking people watch porn to get hot, to get their rocks off and at worst, feed fetishes their sad, selfish, unexperimental significant other won’t fulfill.  Now I know the truth: The objective of watching porn lays somewhere between those truths and realism in dialogue between characters. 
Like they tell professional football players to “act like they’ve been there before” when they get to the big game - If you’re a pizza delivery boy or a pool boy, act like it.  If you’re the town bicycle and 2 or 20 guys have already had their way with you in the first 20 minutes of the flick, act like you’ve been pearl necklaced before. 

Your acting skills are already considerably below par, that’s why you’re still moonlighting at Hooters between your Vivid Entertainment shoots.  At least make your dialogue believable, for Christ’s sake.  You’re disappointing my boyfriend.





thanks.

5 04 2008

Just checked my stats for everyones favorite - The Audacity of Trust -  and thanks to you, we have been able to accumulate over 20,000 views in just about 4 legitimate months!  Thanks to everyone who has stopped in and read…thanks to all of my muses….The Beatles, American Idol Contestants, Jim Sturgess, David Beckham’s abs…and my favorite person of all time, my best friend and best critic and supporter - the SM.   

Here’s to 200 million more.  Tell your friends and keep stopping in to see what I have to say.  I promise, I’ll make it as interesting as I can.

All you need is love,

AshPash





he can be sweet. sometimes.

13 03 2008

Before he left for his overnight sleepover with the T-Mosexuals, the SM left a little note for me on the fridge. Thankfully this time, it did not refer back to my cooking a “bowl of puke”.  I’ll be glad to have him back tonight; I didn’t sleep worth a damn.  It’s funny how you get used to someone taking up half the bed. 





postcards from the edge. of the mattress.

26 02 2008

Here are the two sweetest things I have ever seen.  The SM and the Punk, in bed this morning (the SM has Tuesdays off) waiting out the thunderstorm we had this morning.  What a way to start off my morning at work.  If only I could have stayed in bed with them.





per heidi’s request.

23 02 2008

Last night at Dave and Buster’s my girlfriend and I were discussing these rings, and she told me to post them so she could see them.

The SM and I met on St. Patrick’s Day last year up in Cleveland and we intend on going back up this year to celebrate our anniversary.  Because we are both Irish and like to flaunt it as much as possible, I thought it’d be a nice touch to have a wedding band with an Irish twist.  This is the one I found.  I don’t care if it’s platinum or tin foil.  It’s cute.  And Irish.  And says “Mo Anam Cara” or “Soulmate” in Gaelic on it.

Whenever you’re ready to pull the trigger, brah. 





luckiest girl alive.

14 02 2008

he’s my everything.  forever.

Despite everything we have been through, and in spite of ourselves, on this, our first Valentine’s Day together, I consider myself the luckiest girl around. 

My SM is more patient than I deserve, funnier and smarter than anyone I’ve ever dated, more driven than most and definitely hotter than I thought I could ever snag. 

Every single day, he makes me smile in some sort of way.

And every single day, I take him for granted. 

He tells me he loves me and how smart I am, scrapes the ice off my windshield so I can see when I drive.  He fixes breakfast, takes the dog out when it’s rainy and dark, and washes the laundry when care instructions on the back of tags go unread. 

He holds my hand when I cry in the car for no reason.  He picks out clothes I love to wear and that make me feel beautiful and sexy.  He tells me forever and I believe him.  His family loves me.

We’re both fighters when were fighting and lovers when we’re loving.  We both agree that Vinnie’s can’t bring out enough raw oysters, hush puppies and beers for us to be satisfied, no matter what. 

His smile heals my soul.  His soul heals my broken heart.

He doesn’t believe me, but I stand firm with this claim to this day:  There are still times that I look at him and I still have to absolutely catch my breath, just like the first time I saw him.  My heart skips a beat, and in that skipped moment, that parallel universe, that is where I want to stay…forever.  In that moment, I can’t remember the past and forget about the future’s worries and I am feeling alive.

I don’t know where I’d be without him and I am convinced, he is the one man capable of saving me from myself.  He’s honest and blunt, but sincere and patient.  He is my soulmate and I am his.  When I am with him, I don’t want to be anywhere else.  And when he’s gone, I can’t wait for him to return.

My only wish is that everyone out there could feel like I feel about my SM.  I just wish everyone on planet earth could feel the kind of acceptance and love from the one they’re with.  Happy Valentine’s Day everybody.   Love you!





the forever.

16 01 2008

he makes me forget what it was like before.

i forgot everyone else’s cold kisses, everyone else’s pushing hands

everyone else’s futureless smiles, the miles and miles and miles.

i put them away, deep in my files.

had my heart on the shelf

was sick of proving myself

but it’s all washed away

I’m back and whole

found my soul

i get to remember the catching breaths, the tight squeezes

the warm breezes

the skipped beats

the ice-cold feets

the shakespeare

the cold green beer

the knowing

the glowing

the keeps-on-going-and-going-and-going.

the whenever, wherever

the forever and ever and ever.