Sleeping Beauty Can Kiss My Big Arse

My apologies to my young readers but this is one for the adults among us. You are all well aware of my strange fantasies and the weird way in which my mind works. But who can blame me if it is late at night and you are in that little transition world between awake and asleep. You know when you start fantasizing about the prince and how you wish, wish really bad that he exists? That sex is always fantastic and climatic. That you get home to a loving husband who is actually interested in how your day was. That he has done the washing, and dinner is ready. That the kids are quietly playing with their toys ready to go to bed. You know that world when everything is perfect and you are god?
Well, that is not what actually happened and not at all what I am going to tell you. I want to tell you about the exact opposite. This here is my dilemma: When do you, as a woman or man, decide that this is the best it is ever going to get?
Think about it, are you actually completely happy with your life as it is? And be honest about it. No one can hear you unless you are reading this aloud. And now what are you going to do about it? Are you settling for what you have right now or are you still looking for some fantasy? Have you outgrown the fairy tales? Or are you playing Sleeping Beauty lying down waiting for the prince to come kiss you awake?
Let's take it one more step. SHOULD you expect that kiss? SHOULD you keep believing that happiness is just around the next bend?
To those of you who keep telling me that IT will get here when you least expect it, I would like to tell you exactly what I think about that but when I set up this blog I had to swear to Google that I was going to keep it strictly PG-13. I know most of you are married and as such have suddenly acquired this uncontrollable urge to want everyone to be as happy or miserable as you are. Honestly, just to avoid that urge alone I am seriously considering never getting married.

If you are still reading, there is no need to call the hotline and send some shrink after me. This blog is my happy declaration. I am happy with my life and my role in it. There is no prince and I am not Sleeping Beauty.
This is the best I am going to get and I plan on rocking every minute of it!

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  1. JordanDecember 20, 2010 at 12:34 PM

    Care of Google - quality control!

    There is someone out there for everyone and life can always be better, with anything from more money, wanting more sunshine or more rain to more space, more people, less people.....we are never happy but i love your outlook, love what you've got thats the most important thing....when it gets better you will be more surprised, more excited and so totally stoked that it will have so much more value!


    Google says a little rudeness and sexy talk is ok - but try and keep it clean or in code for the kiddies!

    J xx

    Google QA

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  2. AnonymousDecember 21, 2010 at 6:15 AM

    I'd say this is the least happy you'll get! Always leave room for improvement!

    Prince charming: some of us meet him in highschool or somewhere before turning 30 (30 being the age you start loosing hope), and some of us won't ever meet him (he probably got lost and wouldn't ask for directions). And although he carries the name Prince charming, don't expect him to give you the perfect "Happily ever after" for none of us are perfect. Happily ever after starts and ends with you.
    The cherry on the cake didn't make the cake the best cake you ever had. The cake itself made the best cake you ever had.

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