So, remember my fun summer? Maybe I should be a bit more specific.
Remember the fun time I had when my daughter was brought home stinking drunk?
Fun, fun times!
Well, the saga continues....
The wildchild is a typical teen. She is on the phone 24/7, she listens to crazy music, she wears lots of mascara. She also does what every female teenager does. She borrows clothes from her friends.
So, if we rewind to last year, we would note that the wildchild borrowed a shirt from a friend of hers. This would be the same girl that she got drunk with.
When she came home drunk, it was pretty much a given that she wouldn't be spending any more time with this particular friend. Needless to say, my daughter still had the shirt.
As time went on, my daughter started talking to this girl again. She never went and hung out with her, but apparently they were text messaging each other.
I told my daughter to stay away from this girl. I mean really.....do I need to explain why?
But my little wildchild doesn't always listen. (I KNOW, you're shocked, aren't you?)
So, Sunday night, we are home, watching a movie, just getting the little man to bed. The wildchild had been home for about an hour. The phone rings.
In our house, we don't like to get calls from the wildchilds friends after 9:00. She has a cell phone and there is no need for anyone to call for her on our phone. Plus, we are putting the little man to bed and the ringing phone can be a distraction.
Anyway, phone rings, it's about 9:30. Bossman answers. It's the girl that the wildchild got drunk with. We'll call her S.
She tells Bossman that the wildchild has her shirt and she will get in trouble if she doesn't get it back immediately. The wildchild was out in the front yard talking to a friend. So Bossman told S that he would have the wildchild call her back in the morning. S tells Bossman that the wildchild is ignoring her calls and she really needs her shirt back.
Ok, let me stop and remind you all that my daughter has had the shirt in question for over 9 months.
Back to the story. 10 minutes after the first call from S, we get another call. This time, S tells us her name is Stephanie. We know it's not, we KNOW it's S. (Why do teens think we are stupid? Really...do I have stupid written across my forehead???)
So "stephanie" says, Oh I'm sorry, I dialed the wrong number, I thought this was the wildchilds cellphone number. This, after Bossman said the wildchild could not come to the phone.
Now, we hear a truck out front of our house. Reminder, it is almost 10:00. The wildchild looks out the window and says that is S's boyfriends truck. Bossman puts on his raincoat, for it is raining, and goes outside. He sees two people in the truck and he sees them pick up a cellphone and make a call. Guess who's phone rang?
So, I pick up the phone and the guys wants to know if he can talk to the wildchild. I ask who it is, he gives me a name. I repeat the name and the wildchild shrugs her shoulders saying, I don't know who that is. Well, it's the guy in the truck. I ask him what he wants, he says he just wants to talk to my daughter. I guess he sees my husband, for he hangs up on me and they drive away.
Bossman isn't very happy. So he calls the girls cell phone and leaves a message, saying that he would come by and drop off the shirt. Meanwhile, the wildchild is saying, I can't believe this is over a stupid shirt. I keep asking the wildchild, what the heck is going on...
Her story is, S called earlier in the evening, wanting to hang out. The wildchild texted one of her other friends saying, guess who just texted me...kind of thing. The the wildchild texted this same friend with, haha, I'm wearing her shirt.
But guess what, the girl she texted it to was with some boys, who took her phone and were looking at her texts when that text came in. One of them is friends with S, so he called and told her that the wildchild was wearing her shirt. THAT, is how this whole thing began.
Now, the wildchild doesn't understand about texting. Whether I'm texting, or even writing on my blog, you can't tell what kind of tone of voice I'm using. You can't see facial expression. So...sometimes, it's hard to know exactly what the other person means. You can take things the wrong way.
See, when the wildchild texted, haha I'm wearing her shirt. She meant it in an ironic sort of, haha isn't it ironic that she texted me and I happen to be wearing her shirt, kind of way. But the boys didn't know that, so they thought she was bragging about wearing S's shirt.
Anyway, S got Bossmans message and called my house...again. Bossman and the wildchild were walking out the door.
Bossman gets to her house and wants to talk to her parents. Well, the father is sleeping and the mother is out. So Bossman gives the girl her shirt and says, don't call my daughter again. If my daughter contacts you, she will be in big trouble. The girl says, I don't know why your upset with me. Bossman says, the last time I saw you, you brought my daughter home drunk, therefore I see NO reason why you two need to communicate with each other anymore.
Then, Bossman came home. We thought that was the end of it. Boy, were we wrong.
The next evening, around 8, the phone rings. I answer and this guy says he wants to talk to my husband. I give the phone to Bossman. It's S's dad. He says he wants to talk to Bossman. Bossman say, ok, what do you have to say. He says he's coming over to our house. Bossman says, no, I don't think I have anything to say. The guys says he's coming over anyway and hangs up the phone.
Now, we don't want any trouble. But the guy sounded pissed and Bossman wasn't sure what was going to happen next. So he called the sheriff and asked that someone come over to keep the peace.
So, they show up at our door. First, it's just the crazy mother. She starts up with the whole getting drunk incident. She tells Bossman that our daughter is too old for us to be picking her friends. She then says she would like to know what happened the night they got drunk, but then she tells my daughter...YOU BETTER NOT say that S was drinking!!! (don't know if you remember, but S drove our car home that night while the mother drove the wildchild home.)
My daughter says that yes, in fact, your daughter was drinking with the rest of us. The mother is outraged that my daughter would say such a lie.
Lets take a short poll here: How many people would believe that their child did NOT drink when her friend that she's been with the whole evening is sick drunk?
Just checking...
Anyway, the crazy father shows up at the door and starts telling Bossman that he better stay away from his daughter and that we should pay for his carpet cleaning from when the wildchild vomited on his carpet.
Bossman says, I don't think you would have liked it very much if your daughter spent the night at my house and I brought her home drunk. The crazy mother...bless her soul...says, My daughter would NEVER spend the night here. (Uh, that wasn't the point dip-shit!)
The cops finally showed up. He doesn't know what's going on, but basically the conversation goes back to the shirt (the stupid, old..shirt) The cop says, where is the shirt now? S has it. Cop says, why are we here?
Lady tells the cop my daughter stole the shirt. (I KNEW stealing coffee from MIL would come back to haunt me.)
My daughter tells the cop, no, S let me borrow it, LAST YEAR!
Cop asks crazy people (oh, did I mention, they DIDN'T bring their child with them to my house?) how old their daughter was. When they say she's 18, the cop says...
She's on her own. This is no business of yours anymore. She's 18.
So, at the end of the whole thing, they are leaving our door (finally) and the crazy father (did I mention he's about 5'8 and Bossman is about 6'4?) winks at Bossman and says, I'll be back. Like he's gonna fight Bossman or something.
Bossman asks the cop...did you just see that? The cop says to the crazy man, you're not coming back here...right? Bossman asks the cop if he can file a report and cop says if he comes back then file a report. Cop tells crazy man, don't come back or we will file a report against you.
The end.
Wasn't that a fun story?
Lets count all the people in this story that need a good spanking.
1. Wildchild needs one. That's a given, she needs to be spanked for even contacting that girl again.
2. S. That child has needed a spanking for a long time. Her parents think she is perfect and refuse to believe that their child did anything wrong. Aren't they lucky that I didn't mention that last year, this girl asked my daughter to go to the drug store with her to get a pregnancy test, but don't tell my parents.
3. Crazy mother. see number 2.
4. Crazy father. see number 2 and 3.
5. ME! (HEY, if they get a spanking, I should get one too, right?)
Ah, it's so much fun raising a teenage girl. I highly recommend it to everyone!
Junk mail fun
I was cleaning out the ole' junk mail folder and realized that if anyone actually saw the junk mail I get, they would think I was a perv. Actually, they would think I was a poor, fat, perv.
Here are actual examples of the junk mail I received. These are the subject lines.
1. Does your wife tease you for the size of your manhood? First of all, I don't have a wife. Second of all, SHAME on the wife that teases a husband for that!
2. Hottie Janice sporting her double d's. I'm guessing double d's doesn't stand for dunkin' donuts.
3. Good bye belly fat. Hello thigh fat!
4. View photos of local singles. I'm guessing Janice would not be welcomed with her doubles.
5. Someone named Phoebe sent me this one: Make it grow. Do you think she wants to tell me how to make my hair and nails grow?
6. Competitive loans. If I'm getting a loan, I definitely want one that is competitive. Those non-competitive loans, they are so boring.
7. Brenda gets double stuffed in digital qaulity. First, that is how they spelled qaulity. Second, who want to see double stuffed in analog? Third, do you think they mean oreo cookies?
8. Fallen a little low on dough? I think if your dough is low that means you didn't put in enough yeast.
9. More dvd's then you could ever jerk off too. Again, this is how they spelled it. Also, If I'm going to jerk off to something I would not want it to be a dvd. I have way more class than that.
10. Valerie wrote to inform me that... fran turned out to be a transy. Does anyone know what a transy is? Can this be cured with a pill? What is the recovery time? Is it contagious?
Here are actual examples of the junk mail I received. These are the subject lines.
1. Does your wife tease you for the size of your manhood? First of all, I don't have a wife. Second of all, SHAME on the wife that teases a husband for that!
2. Hottie Janice sporting her double d's. I'm guessing double d's doesn't stand for dunkin' donuts.
3. Good bye belly fat. Hello thigh fat!
4. View photos of local singles. I'm guessing Janice would not be welcomed with her doubles.
5. Someone named Phoebe sent me this one: Make it grow. Do you think she wants to tell me how to make my hair and nails grow?
6. Competitive loans. If I'm getting a loan, I definitely want one that is competitive. Those non-competitive loans, they are so boring.
7. Brenda gets double stuffed in digital qaulity. First, that is how they spelled qaulity. Second, who want to see double stuffed in analog? Third, do you think they mean oreo cookies?
8. Fallen a little low on dough? I think if your dough is low that means you didn't put in enough yeast.
9. More dvd's then you could ever jerk off too. Again, this is how they spelled it. Also, If I'm going to jerk off to something I would not want it to be a dvd. I have way more class than that.
10. Valerie wrote to inform me that... fran turned out to be a transy. Does anyone know what a transy is? Can this be cured with a pill? What is the recovery time? Is it contagious?
meme
Saw this meme and just had to try it for myself.
If you would like to try it....here's the rules.
1) Answer the questions below.
2) Take each answer and type it into Photobucket.com
3) Take a picture from the first page of results and post (use the HTML code or else it won’t post).
4) You cant copy the persons answers who posted this before you!
1. The Age you will be on your next Birthday .
2. A place you would like to travel.
3. Your Favorite Place( Somewhere you've been).
4. Your Favorite Object.
5. Your Favorite Food.
6. Your Favorite Animal.
7. Your Favorite Color.
8. Your dream job.
9. Your dream car.
10. The Name of your Pet.
11. The 1st name of your current love.
12. Your nickname.
13. A bad habit of yours.
14. Your 1st Job.
15. Your Grandmother's Name .
16. Your Favorite Book.
17. Your Favorite Band.
18. Your Favorite character.
19. Your favorite thing to do.
20. Your favorite implement.
21. Your favorite position.
Well... that was fun!!
If you would like to try it....here's the rules.
1) Answer the questions below.
2) Take each answer and type it into Photobucket.com
3) Take a picture from the first page of results and post (use the HTML code or else it won’t post).
4) You cant copy the persons answers who posted this before you!
1. The Age you will be on your next Birthday .
2. A place you would like to travel.
3. Your Favorite Place( Somewhere you've been).
4. Your Favorite Object.
5. Your Favorite Food.
6. Your Favorite Animal.
7. Your Favorite Color.
8. Your dream job.
9. Your dream car.
10. The Name of your Pet.
11. The 1st name of your current love.
12. Your nickname.
13. A bad habit of yours.
14. Your 1st Job.
15. Your Grandmother's Name .
16. Your Favorite Book.
17. Your Favorite Band.
18. Your Favorite character.
19. Your favorite thing to do.
20. Your favorite implement.
21. Your favorite position.
Well... that was fun!!
funny
Bossman told me a funny story about work. I just HAD to share it with you all.
Seems one of the guys at work didn't do something he was suppose to do. Bossman emailed one of the supervisors and told him the problem.
The supervisor e-mails back one very funny line:
Looks like he needs a case of red ass.
So spanko or not? I know what I think, what do you think?
Seems one of the guys at work didn't do something he was suppose to do. Bossman emailed one of the supervisors and told him the problem.
The supervisor e-mails back one very funny line:
Looks like he needs a case of red ass.
So spanko or not? I know what I think, what do you think?
blindfolds can be fun
Health update: I'm still feeling ok, the pain is going away, which it usually does after a week or two. I tried to change docs, but both that I picked said they couldn't see me until April. No more heart racing, I think I'll give that up and try horse racing instead. HA!
It was brought to my attention that doing a post on blindfolds would be cool, so I thought I'd give it a go.
First let me start with this. When I am spanked, I have a hard time looking at Bossman when it's over. I don't know why. I think it has something to do with embarrassment and possibly some shame. Not necessarily shame at what I did to get the spanking, more of the shame of letting my husband spank me. It's something that I struggle with a lot. Although I'm a spanko at heart, I still find it hard to accept. My head tells me that it's ok. There is nothing wrong with letting your husband spank you. I can even write it here, or encourage others that struggle with the same problem. BUT, letting myself feel ok with myself, that is really hard for me. Something I will probably always struggle with. So, looking at my husband after he's reddened my bottom? It's not something I enjoy doing.
Now the reason I felt the need to say all that is because this is about blindfolds.
Bossman and I started using blindfolds when we were trying some light bondage. This was before I let it be known that I would like to be spanked. Telling someone that you wouldn't mind being tied up is way easier than telling someone you want them to spank you. Weird huh?
Anyway, so we tried a blindfold and I LOVE it. Funny thing is, we haven't played with the blindfolds for a long time, so when we used them last weekend I realized how much I missed using one.
For me, it's an easy way to hide. Remember when you had a baby and would play peek-a-boo? The baby would think that if they covered their eyes then you couldn't see them. This is how I feel. As long as my eyes are covered and I can't see him, then I don't have to take responsibility for what happens. My inner submissive thrives on having no control over what is going to happen.
But the blindfold is more than that. The blindfold give me a heighten sense of anticipation. Not knowing what is going to happen next can be very exciting.
The other senses get heightened also. When you are blindfolded you can't look at the little speck of dust on the ceiling that you keep meaning to dust and never quite get around to it. You can't look at the top of the dirty dresser and think about how you should do a better job of cleaning. You can't even see the dust on the TV screen. (YEAH, like you don't do that during sex! HA!)
So lets just agree that the blindfold keeps me on track. It helps keep me focused, very focused on what he is doing to me, and less on when is it going to be over. (Not that I EVER wonder that...nope, not me) The anticipation over where he's going to touch me next and with what is enough to drive me crazy. (in a good way, of course.)
(For Bossman: I NEVER think this way, I'm only giving examples, you know I would NEVER do that. Never! Our sex is always exciting and my mind NEVER, ever, wanders! Just thought you should know. =) )
Spankings are different when blindfolded. Not knowing which instrument will hit next, not knowing where, or how hard...all more intense when you can't see. Plus you not looking down at the carpet and wishing you had vacuumed... wait, I already covered that...
To me, blindfolds add an element of mystery. Once the blindfold is on, control is lost. Bossman is in complete control after that. If he starts doing something that would normally embarrass me, I'm not so embarrassed with a blindfold on.
So, to those of you that have yet to try a blindfold....DO IT! In my humble opinion, it's very very sexy.
Not that you asked or anything....
Oh wait, you did ask.....
Ok, well there is your answer.
It was brought to my attention that doing a post on blindfolds would be cool, so I thought I'd give it a go.
First let me start with this. When I am spanked, I have a hard time looking at Bossman when it's over. I don't know why. I think it has something to do with embarrassment and possibly some shame. Not necessarily shame at what I did to get the spanking, more of the shame of letting my husband spank me. It's something that I struggle with a lot. Although I'm a spanko at heart, I still find it hard to accept. My head tells me that it's ok. There is nothing wrong with letting your husband spank you. I can even write it here, or encourage others that struggle with the same problem. BUT, letting myself feel ok with myself, that is really hard for me. Something I will probably always struggle with. So, looking at my husband after he's reddened my bottom? It's not something I enjoy doing.
Now the reason I felt the need to say all that is because this is about blindfolds.
Bossman and I started using blindfolds when we were trying some light bondage. This was before I let it be known that I would like to be spanked. Telling someone that you wouldn't mind being tied up is way easier than telling someone you want them to spank you. Weird huh?
Anyway, so we tried a blindfold and I LOVE it. Funny thing is, we haven't played with the blindfolds for a long time, so when we used them last weekend I realized how much I missed using one.
For me, it's an easy way to hide. Remember when you had a baby and would play peek-a-boo? The baby would think that if they covered their eyes then you couldn't see them. This is how I feel. As long as my eyes are covered and I can't see him, then I don't have to take responsibility for what happens. My inner submissive thrives on having no control over what is going to happen.
But the blindfold is more than that. The blindfold give me a heighten sense of anticipation. Not knowing what is going to happen next can be very exciting.
The other senses get heightened also. When you are blindfolded you can't look at the little speck of dust on the ceiling that you keep meaning to dust and never quite get around to it. You can't look at the top of the dirty dresser and think about how you should do a better job of cleaning. You can't even see the dust on the TV screen. (YEAH, like you don't do that during sex! HA!)
So lets just agree that the blindfold keeps me on track. It helps keep me focused, very focused on what he is doing to me, and less on when is it going to be over. (Not that I EVER wonder that...nope, not me) The anticipation over where he's going to touch me next and with what is enough to drive me crazy. (in a good way, of course.)
(For Bossman: I NEVER think this way, I'm only giving examples, you know I would NEVER do that. Never! Our sex is always exciting and my mind NEVER, ever, wanders! Just thought you should know. =) )
Spankings are different when blindfolded. Not knowing which instrument will hit next, not knowing where, or how hard...all more intense when you can't see. Plus you not looking down at the carpet and wishing you had vacuumed... wait, I already covered that...
To me, blindfolds add an element of mystery. Once the blindfold is on, control is lost. Bossman is in complete control after that. If he starts doing something that would normally embarrass me, I'm not so embarrassed with a blindfold on.
So, to those of you that have yet to try a blindfold....DO IT! In my humble opinion, it's very very sexy.
Not that you asked or anything....
Oh wait, you did ask.....
Ok, well there is your answer.
Thank you
Thank you so much for all the prayers and concerns. Seems I will live another day! Hooray for me!
I promise, I will get back to the blindfold post. It's still sitting in the draft box, taunting me. At first I figured it would be a nice little post, but it turns out I have a lot to say on the subject! (who knew?)
So before the end of the week, I will try and get it finished, but for now, I must recap on the health issues.
Here's the scoop. Every once in awhile, I tend to get pain that is in my shoulder, but also in my neck and chest. It's hard to describe the pain. It's not a pain that has been caused by injury. I can freely move my arms and shoulders with no problem and no pain. The pain is usually on one side or the other, not usually on both sides AND its much worse when I lay down. Laying down can cause it to be very painful and hard to breath, but usually once it "settles" it is ok. Turning from side to side while sleeping can also cause the pain.
I've gotten this pain numerous times in the past 8 years. It usually will last for a couple of days to a week and then it will be gone. I had it last December when I was so sick, and then I didn't get again until Oct.
Needless to say, I got the pain again last Monday night. It's in my right side. It hurts to breath and laying down is just not possible. Finally, yesterday morning I thought I would call the doc and make an appointment. Last time I had the pain, they thought it was infection around my heart, or my lungs. Last time the gave me anti inflammatory medication. It seemed to help. So I was hoping they would give me some more of those.
Yesterday around noon, I felt like my heart was racing. Seeing as how I was sitting on my butt watching tv, there didn't seem to be a good reason for this. I got out the portable bloodpressure taker and checked my BP and pulse. Well, they were HIGH and my pulse was in the 140's. So I tried calling my doc office, but they were at lunch. So I called Bossman, who promptly said he was coming home to take me to the ER.
When you have a pulse of 160, which is how high it was when I got to ER, well, there was no waiting for me. As a matter of fact, the moved an old guy out to the hall so I could have his room, which I felt bad about.
They took a EKG and said everything looked good there. My pulse was high and the bp was really high 181/110. YIKES. But everything else looked good.
So the doc took a look at my old records from last year and by the time he finished that, my heart rate and bp looked good.
He said everything looked good, there was really no reason for it to happen, it just did, and since I would be seeing my doc in the morning, I was good to go.
So this morning I went to my own doc. Well, actually, I saw a new doc to the practice. Since I am not keen on my own doc, this was fine with me. Unfortunately this new guy...not much better!
The good news? My heart rate and bp were fine.
Do they know what the pain is? NO. Do they care about my heart? NO.
Basically, he said that he thought my shoulder has inflammation. Now remember, I said I have complete movement in my shoulders. BUT, he starts pressing down on my shoulder, REALLY hard, like knuckles in muscle hard. Does that hurt? HELL YES! If your going to press your knuckles all the way to my BONES! SHEEZ!
So because I said that hurt, he saids I need to have cortizone shot? WHAT the HELL??
I said, nope, I'll have to think about that. Then he tells Bossman that I will probably need some therapy. WHAT? What the heck kind of therapy do I need on a shoulder that works fine? Bossman said later that maybe he meant MENTAL therapy! I only need mental therapy because HE is making me mentally insane!
Furthermore, he said that he could tell I was a worrier and that was probably my biggest problem.
So, from what I gathered is this....
1. I'm a worrier
2. I need therapy
3. It hurts when someone pushes their knuckles into your shoulder
4. Cortizon shots will cure everything
5. I hate my doctor!
Lucky for you, I will live another day.
I'm so done with doctors!
Now, I need to get finished with my blindfold post before I keel over from worry!
I promise, I will get back to the blindfold post. It's still sitting in the draft box, taunting me. At first I figured it would be a nice little post, but it turns out I have a lot to say on the subject! (who knew?)
So before the end of the week, I will try and get it finished, but for now, I must recap on the health issues.
Here's the scoop. Every once in awhile, I tend to get pain that is in my shoulder, but also in my neck and chest. It's hard to describe the pain. It's not a pain that has been caused by injury. I can freely move my arms and shoulders with no problem and no pain. The pain is usually on one side or the other, not usually on both sides AND its much worse when I lay down. Laying down can cause it to be very painful and hard to breath, but usually once it "settles" it is ok. Turning from side to side while sleeping can also cause the pain.
I've gotten this pain numerous times in the past 8 years. It usually will last for a couple of days to a week and then it will be gone. I had it last December when I was so sick, and then I didn't get again until Oct.
Needless to say, I got the pain again last Monday night. It's in my right side. It hurts to breath and laying down is just not possible. Finally, yesterday morning I thought I would call the doc and make an appointment. Last time I had the pain, they thought it was infection around my heart, or my lungs. Last time the gave me anti inflammatory medication. It seemed to help. So I was hoping they would give me some more of those.
Yesterday around noon, I felt like my heart was racing. Seeing as how I was sitting on my butt watching tv, there didn't seem to be a good reason for this. I got out the portable bloodpressure taker and checked my BP and pulse. Well, they were HIGH and my pulse was in the 140's. So I tried calling my doc office, but they were at lunch. So I called Bossman, who promptly said he was coming home to take me to the ER.
When you have a pulse of 160, which is how high it was when I got to ER, well, there was no waiting for me. As a matter of fact, the moved an old guy out to the hall so I could have his room, which I felt bad about.
They took a EKG and said everything looked good there. My pulse was high and the bp was really high 181/110. YIKES. But everything else looked good.
So the doc took a look at my old records from last year and by the time he finished that, my heart rate and bp looked good.
He said everything looked good, there was really no reason for it to happen, it just did, and since I would be seeing my doc in the morning, I was good to go.
So this morning I went to my own doc. Well, actually, I saw a new doc to the practice. Since I am not keen on my own doc, this was fine with me. Unfortunately this new guy...not much better!
The good news? My heart rate and bp were fine.
Do they know what the pain is? NO. Do they care about my heart? NO.
Basically, he said that he thought my shoulder has inflammation. Now remember, I said I have complete movement in my shoulders. BUT, he starts pressing down on my shoulder, REALLY hard, like knuckles in muscle hard. Does that hurt? HELL YES! If your going to press your knuckles all the way to my BONES! SHEEZ!
So because I said that hurt, he saids I need to have cortizone shot? WHAT the HELL??
I said, nope, I'll have to think about that. Then he tells Bossman that I will probably need some therapy. WHAT? What the heck kind of therapy do I need on a shoulder that works fine? Bossman said later that maybe he meant MENTAL therapy! I only need mental therapy because HE is making me mentally insane!
Furthermore, he said that he could tell I was a worrier and that was probably my biggest problem.
So, from what I gathered is this....
1. I'm a worrier
2. I need therapy
3. It hurts when someone pushes their knuckles into your shoulder
4. Cortizon shots will cure everything
5. I hate my doctor!
Lucky for you, I will live another day.
I'm so done with doctors!
Now, I need to get finished with my blindfold post before I keel over from worry!
We interupt this regularly scheduled blog.....
I have a really nice post about blindfolds just waiting to be finished.
Unfortunately, I ended up back in the ER with my heart doing about 160.
After 3 hours (a new ER record) I was sent home.
The good news, They can't find anything wrong. The bad news, They can't find anything wrong.
So, I will go see my doc tomorrow and see if he can make heads or tails out of it.
Until then, keep me in your prayers, (if you pray) or a nice thought will do.
I promise I'll be back with a great post about blindfolds.
Unfortunately, I ended up back in the ER with my heart doing about 160.
After 3 hours (a new ER record) I was sent home.
The good news, They can't find anything wrong. The bad news, They can't find anything wrong.
So, I will go see my doc tomorrow and see if he can make heads or tails out of it.
Until then, keep me in your prayers, (if you pray) or a nice thought will do.
I promise I'll be back with a great post about blindfolds.
Is it Friday yet?
Wow, this week has gone by fast and furious. There has been a lot going on around here and it's been keeping me away from the computer.
So, lets jump right to Saturday night. When I last left you, Bossman was taking the little man to a friends house. I was pretty sure that this meant we were going to have some fun.
I was a little worried though. See there was a play-off game on TV and lord knows, my man loves his football.
When he got home, he went straight back to the TV. I wasn't too happy about this, but I figured it would be over soon, so I didn't worry to much.
1 hour later.....I was not happy. Since he was ignoring me, and since I have the sense of a flea, I huffed out of the room. I mean really, I couldn't think of ANY other way of getting his attention? Sometimes I amaze myself at my stupidness.
But, I guess the huff worked. He called me to him, but I decided I was mad, so why bother. Well, he took care of that in short order. He followed me to the bedroom and pulled me straight over his knee. It was a small spanking, just enough to get my attention.
Then we got into something more comfortable. We tumbled on the bed, kissing like we haven't kissed in a while.
Next thing I know, he's brought out the briefcase. The briefcase is where all our fun stuff is hidden so the kids won't find it. You can call it the toybox if you'd like.
He pulled out the blindfold and then he spanked me long and hard. It was one of the times where everything, including the spanking, felt really really good.
Then he lead me to the living room. He turned on a kinky show from HBO. I don't know the name, as I was still blindfolded.
We sat on the sofa and touched and kissed and I listened to people having sex on TV.
I guess we all know what happens next...don't we?
I'll tell you this, we've learned that having sex on the sofa takes a lot out of Bossmans knees. And, we ain't as young as we used to be.
But all it all, it was very, very sexy. Very passionate. And my butt was very very red the next day. I would say those are all signs of a very fun night!
So, how was yours?
So, lets jump right to Saturday night. When I last left you, Bossman was taking the little man to a friends house. I was pretty sure that this meant we were going to have some fun.
I was a little worried though. See there was a play-off game on TV and lord knows, my man loves his football.
When he got home, he went straight back to the TV. I wasn't too happy about this, but I figured it would be over soon, so I didn't worry to much.
1 hour later.....I was not happy. Since he was ignoring me, and since I have the sense of a flea, I huffed out of the room. I mean really, I couldn't think of ANY other way of getting his attention? Sometimes I amaze myself at my stupidness.
But, I guess the huff worked. He called me to him, but I decided I was mad, so why bother. Well, he took care of that in short order. He followed me to the bedroom and pulled me straight over his knee. It was a small spanking, just enough to get my attention.
Then we got into something more comfortable. We tumbled on the bed, kissing like we haven't kissed in a while.
Next thing I know, he's brought out the briefcase. The briefcase is where all our fun stuff is hidden so the kids won't find it. You can call it the toybox if you'd like.
He pulled out the blindfold and then he spanked me long and hard. It was one of the times where everything, including the spanking, felt really really good.
Then he lead me to the living room. He turned on a kinky show from HBO. I don't know the name, as I was still blindfolded.
We sat on the sofa and touched and kissed and I listened to people having sex on TV.
I guess we all know what happens next...don't we?
I'll tell you this, we've learned that having sex on the sofa takes a lot out of Bossmans knees. And, we ain't as young as we used to be.
But all it all, it was very, very sexy. Very passionate. And my butt was very very red the next day. I would say those are all signs of a very fun night!
So, how was yours?
I have nothing to write about, but the night is young
I was sitting here surfing the net, trying to figure out what I should write about.
There haven't been any spankings. For this I am most regretful.
I haven't seen or talked to the MIL since Christmas, so no good stuff to write about there.
The kids, and when I say kids, I mean the wildchild, have been behaving themselves.
Bossman has been working his ass off, so not much time with him lately.
I could talk about my adorable nephew. He's learned to crawl and is keeping Auntie on her toes. He has also decided to pull himself up on anything that looks remotely dangerous. He's taken a fancy to electrical sockets and sharp objects. Aren't they fun at this age? Believe me, I love every minute of it.
So, what is left to write about?
How about the fact that my daughter is spending the night at a friends house and my son just got a call from his friend, and Bossman just left to take him to his friends house for the night?
Hhhhhmmmmmmm......I'm feelin' lucky!
Real lucky!
Guess I should go put on the good underwear and light some candles. Oh shoot, do you think I have time to shave my legs? Aw crap, I know I don't have time to clean the bedroom up. Curse me and the damn laundry!!!!!
Well, I could throw everything in the closet.
Yeah, I better get going. He'll be home any minute!
Whoooo Hooooooo!!!!!!!
There haven't been any spankings. For this I am most regretful.
I haven't seen or talked to the MIL since Christmas, so no good stuff to write about there.
The kids, and when I say kids, I mean the wildchild, have been behaving themselves.
Bossman has been working his ass off, so not much time with him lately.
I could talk about my adorable nephew. He's learned to crawl and is keeping Auntie on her toes. He has also decided to pull himself up on anything that looks remotely dangerous. He's taken a fancy to electrical sockets and sharp objects. Aren't they fun at this age? Believe me, I love every minute of it.
So, what is left to write about?
How about the fact that my daughter is spending the night at a friends house and my son just got a call from his friend, and Bossman just left to take him to his friends house for the night?
Hhhhhmmmmmmm......I'm feelin' lucky!
Real lucky!
Guess I should go put on the good underwear and light some candles. Oh shoot, do you think I have time to shave my legs? Aw crap, I know I don't have time to clean the bedroom up. Curse me and the damn laundry!!!!!
Well, I could throw everything in the closet.
Yeah, I better get going. He'll be home any minute!
Whoooo Hooooooo!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday!
Count Your Garden
Count your garden
By the flowers...
Never by the leaves that fall.
Count your days
By golden hours...
Don't remember clouds at all.
Count your nights by stars...
Not shadows.
Count your years with smiles...
Not tears.
Count your blessings...
Not your troubles.
Count your age by friends...
Not years.
(Lyvonn Berry)
Hope your day is EXTRA special!
Love ya,
grace
snippets of Christmas
Bossman and I bought my MIL a tea set for Christmas. It is a very nice tea set and it was the very first gift we bought, a LONG time ago.
As she opens the tea set, she pulls out one of the cups. Now the cups are on the tiny side. It's a regular size tea set and it's a pattern that she collects but I admit, the cups are kind of small. So she pulls out one of the cups first and says, "wow, this is really nice, but I don't play with dolls anymore."
~sigh~
At dinner, the MIL proudly proclaims that she has been sending money to a charity and that they send her such nice handwritten letters thanking her. This is nice, I'm thinking to myself, but I'm sure the charity doesn't have time to write everyone a handwritten note every time they donate.
But still, a nice thing for her to do. (I am still thinking to myself.)
She then ruins the entire thought by proclaiming, "well, you know, muslims* believe in giving to charity."
As opposed to....what? Christians don't?
Oh and guess how much she donates? Because I know your thinking to yourself that she must have donated quite a lot of money to receive a handwritten note...right?
$30.00.
As in thirty dollars.
~sigh~
Oh and just so you don't think I'm just picking on her, I thought you should know that the church she left (the one I still attend) has a community center that opens every Tuesday to give food and clothes to the needy.
But I forgot, we are Christians, so that doesn't count. Plus, we don't send out handwritten notes to people that donate. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that in the 60 years she went to said church, she never donated money.
~sigh~
I bought one of my nephews a Noah's Ark little people set. While playing with it with him we started naming all the animals, because that's what you do with a 2 year old. When we got to the people I didn't know Noah's wifes name. So I named her Mrs. Ark.
Fast forward to later that evening. I ask my FIL what Noah's wifes name is because he knows the Bible like the back of his hand and he is NOT muslim with my MIL. He doesn't know the answer so he gets out the Bible. He said it doesn't mention her name. Then, my MIL says, "we should look it up in the koran, for the true story of Noah is in the koran."
~sigh~
I'll get right on that. Right after I read the torah and the book of morman and what ever it is that the other religions read.
Other than that, our Christmas was great. But here are a few things I learned about muslims that I didn't know.
1. They don't believe in paying interest for things. (but me, I LOVE paying interest, the higher the better, I always say)
2. They celebrate Christmas, but they don't believe in spending a lot of money on Christmas. (I, on the other hand, spend gobs and gobs of money.)
3. They believe in giving to charity. (I don't. I'm selfish and I hoard all my money and charge people lots of interest if they borrow from me.)
As I learn new things I will share them with you. I feel it's my duty to pass along all this newfound knowledge so that we can all be better informed!
*just so you know, I am not bashing muslims. I believe the muslims have every right to worship as they please. I am only here to bash my mother-in-law. I believe it is my right to bash my MIL whenever I see fit. Plus, she makes it so damn easy. crap, now I'm probably going to burn in hell....
As she opens the tea set, she pulls out one of the cups. Now the cups are on the tiny side. It's a regular size tea set and it's a pattern that she collects but I admit, the cups are kind of small. So she pulls out one of the cups first and says, "wow, this is really nice, but I don't play with dolls anymore."
~sigh~
At dinner, the MIL proudly proclaims that she has been sending money to a charity and that they send her such nice handwritten letters thanking her. This is nice, I'm thinking to myself, but I'm sure the charity doesn't have time to write everyone a handwritten note every time they donate.
But still, a nice thing for her to do. (I am still thinking to myself.)
She then ruins the entire thought by proclaiming, "well, you know, muslims* believe in giving to charity."
As opposed to....what? Christians don't?
Oh and guess how much she donates? Because I know your thinking to yourself that she must have donated quite a lot of money to receive a handwritten note...right?
$30.00.
As in thirty dollars.
~sigh~
Oh and just so you don't think I'm just picking on her, I thought you should know that the church she left (the one I still attend) has a community center that opens every Tuesday to give food and clothes to the needy.
But I forgot, we are Christians, so that doesn't count. Plus, we don't send out handwritten notes to people that donate. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that in the 60 years she went to said church, she never donated money.
~sigh~
I bought one of my nephews a Noah's Ark little people set. While playing with it with him we started naming all the animals, because that's what you do with a 2 year old. When we got to the people I didn't know Noah's wifes name. So I named her Mrs. Ark.
Fast forward to later that evening. I ask my FIL what Noah's wifes name is because he knows the Bible like the back of his hand and he is NOT muslim with my MIL. He doesn't know the answer so he gets out the Bible. He said it doesn't mention her name. Then, my MIL says, "we should look it up in the koran, for the true story of Noah is in the koran."
~sigh~
I'll get right on that. Right after I read the torah and the book of morman and what ever it is that the other religions read.
Other than that, our Christmas was great. But here are a few things I learned about muslims that I didn't know.
1. They don't believe in paying interest for things. (but me, I LOVE paying interest, the higher the better, I always say)
2. They celebrate Christmas, but they don't believe in spending a lot of money on Christmas. (I, on the other hand, spend gobs and gobs of money.)
3. They believe in giving to charity. (I don't. I'm selfish and I hoard all my money and charge people lots of interest if they borrow from me.)
As I learn new things I will share them with you. I feel it's my duty to pass along all this newfound knowledge so that we can all be better informed!
*just so you know, I am not bashing muslims. I believe the muslims have every right to worship as they please. I am only here to bash my mother-in-law. I believe it is my right to bash my MIL whenever I see fit. Plus, she makes it so damn easy. crap, now I'm probably going to burn in hell....
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