After viewing the tape.....

We had a great time on our trip. I was going to give all you Detail Whores a rundown of our time, complete with pictures of where we went. BUT, when I got home, there were some wierd things that I needed to check out. So Bossman and I viewed the tape!

Let me show you what I found on the tape. I THINK you'll be as surprised as I was!


When we first got home, I noticed this on the sidewalk:

Weird, why would there be a cheeto bag on the sidewalk? It must have blown out of the neighbors trash bin.

Then, I noticed this, by my door:

Once I got in the house, I checked my stash of cheetos, and this is what I found.
Now I knew for sure, someone had been into the cheetos!!!

Now, that coupled with the pink thongs, I was really worried that something had happened to my house. But I KNEW I had left my BEST friends EVER, in charge of the place, so I wasn't too terribly worried...yet.

Bossman and I decided to take a look at the video. I mean, if those darn neighbor kids were messing around with my cheetos, I wanted to know about it. Wouldn't YOU??

This is the upsetting part. As a matter of fact, I'm tearing up just trying to write this.

(Deep Breath) Ok, this is what I saw FIRST.

Now, I don't know what you think, but I THINK that looks JUST like PK! Ok, surely Pk was just coming in to check on my place...right?? Surely she was just coming in to keep my kitty company...right???

WRONG...My friend, the one I thought I could count on the MOST, was up to NO good. How did I figure it out? Well, look at what I saw NEXT.

Thats RIGHT! It's EVA. And she looks like she is READY to party!!! But she seems a bit surprised to see the camera there.

So, now that's 2! 2 people that I thought were my closest friends, decided to party at my house. Now that's just SAD! It just goes to show, you can't trust ANYBODY these days!

So, I thought, ok, I guess these two were bored and decided to hang out together at my house, not really a big deal...right? WRONG again people! Look who came in next!

That's right people, you guessed it, it's Tiggr! She looks like she's having a blast bouncing on my bed. I guess she was having a great time until this happened:
That's right people. Not only did they eat all the cheetos, they broke my bed.

Oh but I'm getting ahead of myself. Before the bed broke, Ceeci showed up with movies and liquor, it looks like she had a hard day at the gym, doesn't it??:

I also saw Cassie and Tom. I was surprised to see them there, but they do make a very cute couple, don't they?

By this time the party was really hopping. Someone threw panties on the camera so I missed some of the action. The panties looked alot like mine. I think someone was going threw my drawers. Have these people NO shame?? It didn't look like it to me.

I couldn't see the action, but I could still hear it. I believe Paul showed up. I could hear lots of girls yelling OUCH and stop and there was slapping sounds. Good, someone with a sound mind showed up to give those girls what they deserved!

For some reason the panties fell off the camera and THIS is what I saw:

That's right, it's Paul! All dressed up and ready to party! Here I thought he was the voice of reason...heh!

Then I noticed that MaggieDear showed up, with MORE liquor:



Seems David and MTHC showed up, and David tried to use the paddle on MTHC. This is what happened next.

Next thing I see is Tiggr and MTHC hiding in the closet. Not sure what was happening in there, but MTHC crawled out looking a little nervous.

Next I saw Caryagal playing on my computer. I'm sure Papa Shrek will be happy to view this tape and see just what his girl was up to at MY house.


I could sure tell that Bonnie had fun....just look at that content look on her face! Those must have been some GREAT movies you brought over Ceeci!

Well, it seems that Tiggr ended up in the front yard, climbing the tree. I could have swore there were panties and butt plugs up there, maybe she was just trying to pick out a good one, or maybe she was trying to clean up the place.

Nope she wasn't trying to clean.
Last thing I noticed was Spanky and Kallisto leaving together.
Looks like they were planning on finishing this party at home.

Well, it SEEMS,everyone was having a great time...without me...in MY house.

In the morning, this is what was left.


Seems Theresa showed up. Theresa, ever the caring nurse that she is, cleaned up the place, and passed out the asprin.
Now THAT is a true friend! Finally someone with their head on straight! Thank YOU Theresa!

There was someone on the tape I didn't recongnize. She helped Theresa clean up and took care of some of the hang overs. I could only see her leaving though, but I think she was reesa roberts:


Well, that's it. That was the end of the tape.

I'm still shocked at what I saw. I can't believe people that I thought were my friends, showed up at MY house while I was gone and took full advantage of the situation.

I guess my only true friend is Theresa. She left me lasagna and replaced the paint stirrer. That is what true friendship is all about! And I really need to hang out with Reesa Roberts...she seems nice!

So, just to wrap things up. I had a great time on my trip. There were spankings, there were orgasms, there was lots of alone time with the Bossman.

I came home, expecting to write a big long post about my trip. Instead I have to inform all you innocents about the debauchery that went on in MY home while I was away.

It's tragic, but true! You just can't trust ANYONE these days. Not even your closest friends.

See if I ever leave YOU the key again.

By the way, my kitty is miffed that you locked her in the garage! The least you could have done was allow her to join in the fun!

Now, should I call the police and file a report? Or should I just inform, Nick, (well he already found out, but I think Pk is due another longer, harder spanking for this...don't you?) Adam, MoJo, Dante, and the rest of the men? I'm thinking it won't matter. I mean, if Paul and Tom went along with this, what makes me think the rest of the men will care???

I guess my only solace is the fact that I am hoarding tons of details about spankings, and YOU all don't get to hear about them!

Oh, and next time you decide to have a party...could you WAIT until I am HOME????

SHEEZ!

18 years ago.....

18 years ago, I got married.

It was one of the best days of my life.

We had a nice wedding. Your standard, bridesmaids and groomsmen, flower girl and even a cousin to read the Lords Pray.

As with every wedding, something is bound to go wrong. Mine was no exception.

Bossman couldn't find his tie. ~sigh~

Nobody told me the dilemma. I couldn't figure out why we weren't starting the wedding. They just kept saying, few more minutes, few more minutes. For heavens sake people, I was ready to go. If anyone was going to make the wedding late, it should be the bride. RIGHT?

Eventually, I thought, what happened? Did he not show up for the wedding? Did he have a change of heart? Everyone was trying to keep me calm, but I was getting nervous! Finally I told everyone they better tell me the truth, RIGHT NOW, or I was going out there myself to find out what the problem was. Finally they told me, Bossman can't find his bow tie.

SHEEZ, people. Is that IT?? My wedding is over 30 minutes late because of a stupid bow tie. I should mention here that Bossman was wearing all white. White tux, white cumberbun and white tie. Whose gonna notice if the tie is missing??

Well, I wasn't waiting a moment longer. Let's go people. I don't care about the tie.

So the wedding started. FINALLY!

The rest of the wedding was fine, except the preacher felt the need to give the longest sermon possible, instead of just saying the "I do's". Oh, the other thing, it was the hottest day of the YEAR, and Bossman and I had to stand up for so long I thought one of us was going to faint. As it turns out, none of us did that, but the best man, almost did.

The rest of the day was perfect. Toward the end of our reception, which was held at the church, we were waiting for the limo to arrive. Of course the limo was late. We really wanted to be alone for a few minutes, (GET your minds out of the gutter)we wanted to just absorb the fact that we finally got married.

We snuck off to the sanctuary. We sat in the back pew of the church. Two young people taking the biggest step of their life. What would happen now? Where would our lives lead us? What would we be doing and where would we be living 10, 15, years from now? How many children would we have?

We had our whole life stretched before us. We had no idea where the road we just started on would lead us to. But we were going to walk that road, and we were going to walk it together...holding hands.

Thank goodness we decided to take that road together. That road is long, it's curvy, it's had alot of hills to climb up and go down. As I look ahead, I can see there are still curves, I can see there are some hills. But the funny thing is, it doesn't worry me. For over the years, whenever there was a hill to climb, it was so much easier when we helped each other. He pulled me up some hills, and I pulled him up some hills, and hand in hand we would run down them together, ready to face the next hill or curve.

I wouldn't have wanted to travel down this road with anyone but Bossman.

I'm just lucky he decided to go with me.

I can't wait to see what's around the corner! Lucky for me, I'll be holding his hand.

I'll love you forever Honey!


I just got home! We had the BEST time! Thanks for taking care of the place. I think I'll go unpack. I found something weird on the sidewalk outside and THESE on the flag pole! Those silly teens, you just never know what they will get themselves into when people are gone. Anyway, I should probably take a look at the video tape. I'll do that after I unpack.
Oh, and thanks for taking care of the cat, it's weird...somehow she ended up in the garage. That silly cat!

Well, watch here for details, coming later this week!

Love you all,
grace

plucked, buffed, and shaved....

I think I'm ready for my trip.

I've plucked,




I've buffed,

I've shaved all the important parts


I've also packed something fun to wear.




So, you don't think I'm expecting too much...do you??


Anyway, the key is under the mat......


Don't forget to pick up the newspaper and....


Please, remember to feed the cat....

Oh, and NO parties while I'm gone! I'll be watching!
Well, I guess that's it. I'm ready to go. Thanks for keeping an eye on the place.
See-ya Tuesday!

HUGS!!!

I am right!

I am so glad you all enjoyed the poem. I wish I could find some of that creativity, but I'm just not in a very creative mood these days.

My days are filled with driving the wildchild around, taking care of my sick little man (he's better now) and trying to get along with my husband. Not much inspiration going on here.

To be honest, Bossman and I have finally come to terms with our disagreement. Of course you all know I had to give up the fight, even though I was right! (remember, I'm always right) I feel when it comes to marriage, unless you want to be unhappy all the time, you have to give a little, even when you're right. I did say I was right, didn't I? Well, I was right. I'm still right, and I will always be right. But I've given up the fight. Because I know, deep in my heart, I am right! So there!

Anyway, now that we all know I was right, I'll tell you why I had to give up being right. For one, life was miserable! Two, Monday is our anniversary. I don't want to have any bad feelings on our anniversary. Anniversaries are a time to celebrate your love, not hang on to trivial things. Believe me, our fight was not anything major. Nobody had an affair, nobody lie, or cheated. It was merely a difference of opinion. So, since I know I was right, I'll let it go, because I want to have a great anniversary. I DID mention I was right, didn't I?

There hasn't been any spankings going on. That's ok, we've been busy and our schedule just hasn't had room for spanking in it. BUT...that will change this weekend!! Bossman and I are going away for the weekend, by OURSELVES!!! No children will be coming with us.

My mother has some property about 4 hours from our house. It's in the desert about 2 hours or so from Las Vegas. She still lives in our area, but she's getting this place ready for when she retires. So we are going to head up there for a nice relaxing weekend by ourselves. The house is in a rural area, so the neighbors will not be a problem.

This weekend will be all about celebrating our love and getting ourselves back on track. We are not planning anything, other than spending time together. Well, I am planning on getting spanked. AND, I plan on having lots of sex. I'm not sure what Bossman is planning, but I'll just bet it's going to be close to my plans!

Hopefully, I will come home with love in my heart, a sore bottom, and lots of fun stories!

Did I mention this is our 18th wedding anniversary? Pretty cool huh?

It

If this looks familiar, it's because I first posted it in 2004. Enjoy.

It feels so wrong, so very wrong.

Then if feels...........so very very right.

It feels wicked and ugly.

Then if feels good and beautiful.

The thought of it makes my heart beat faster.

I can feel my blood pulsating through my body.

My thoughts collide,

Spinning and rushing and slamming into each other in my head.

My heart pounds out of control, ready to burst from my chest.

This is so wrong.

This is so right.

How can I want it so much, yet feel so much shame?

My body betrays me.

It wants it.

It needs it.

My body knows what my head won't accept.

My body grows weak with need.

Wet with desire.

Hot with shame.

My heart screams for someone to understand.

And then.........there is you.

You know.

How can you know....when I don't know?

But you know.

You know my soul like nobody else.

You are my soul.

You make it ok.

You push past my insecurities.

You make it right, when the whole world screams...it's wrong.

I love you.

I love this "thing we do"

No, I hate it.

But I love it.

It is right.

It is wrong.

It just is.

blah blah blah

So, there hasn't been any spanking. Not that I don't need one. I need one more than you can imagine. Ok, if you're reading this you can probably imagine how much I need one.

Bossman and I have NOT been getting along. This is rather odd for us, for although we have our disagreements, we usually don't have long drawn out fusses. ~sigh~ It's really hard to get in the mood for anything when you're not getting along very well. We did have a rather nice little encounter in Sunday morning, but no spanking.

So many things have happened the past couple of days. I've had to drive the wildchild to numerous appointments. I'm thinking of becoming a taxi driver and charging because I've driven around town more the past few days than I have in a long time. Although, now that I think about it, that girl doesn't have any money anyway, so it wouldn't do me any good. I've had to drive her to the orodontist, then I had to take her to the doctor, (long story) then I have to take her to her school appointments, then tomorrow, back to the orthodontist for braces to be put on.

Anyway, What should I do about this whole Bossman thing? How do we get back on track? I KNOW what you're all thinking, Bossman should just spank me. But it's not that easy. Bossman has been working crazy hours and hasn't been able to be home during the day. So even if we WANTED to spank, we just haven't had the time.

All I need is my husband.

I need him back.

Honey, I need you. I love you. Let's work this out.

later........

It's raining cats and dogs

The rain has started here in my area. They've been saying it would rain for the last 2 weeks. I've been thinking that the weather people were just smoking crack or something, but today they were correct!

Of course when it rains, it pours! And I'm not talking about the weather anymore!

First I'd like to thank you all for your encouragement and helpful suggestions. You are all, as usual, correct! I need to get connected with Bossman, and I need to make a big fuss with the school.

Ok, I don't need to make a big fuss with the school. They called this morning and said she's IN!!!!!!!! I guess those names and that picture did the trick!

Actually, I didn't have to use the names or the picture, although I was sorely tempted. I did have a discussion with the principal and told him I didn't want my child left behind. I wanted to make sure that just because my child isn't a HUGE problem didn't mean that she didn't need some help. He seemed very nice and said he would put her name in, but it might be a couple of weeks before they could get her in. He also gave me some helpful suggestions for the rest of this year and next. But I guess my little talk must have left me stuck in his brain, because she was selected to be in, as of this morning, so tomorrow will be her last day of regular school. PRAY this works!!!!

As for being connected to Bossman, we have plans for that tonight :)

Ok, should I tell you about my doctors appointment, or the wildchilds orthodontist appointment?

Oh, pap smears over ortho any day...am I right ladies???

So yesterday I went to the doc. Could there be a more stressful appointment to attend than the pap? Oh, I supppose a colonoscopy probably ranks up there. But the pap is pretty stressful.

I went to the appointment, scheduled for 1:40. I sat in the waiting room until 2:40! That's right, ONE HOUR!!!!!!

Do these doctors do this to us, just to raise our blood pressure? I think they do.

So, I finally get into the exam room. Now, if your a woman, you know the routine, but just for kicks, let me tell you how it went.

First they wiegh you. Like we need to see that depressing number. ~sigh~

Next they take your temp. Which yesterday, mine was elevated slightly to 100.1. Probably because I had to sit in the hot waiting room for an HOUR! Then comes the blood pressure. Again, mine was high. Could it be from waiting in the waiting room for an HOUR?? HMMMM, I wonder.

Now it's time to get naked. That's right, NAKED! Oh sure, they give you this cute little mini paper vest that barely covers your boobies AND they give you this big paper blanket napkin thingie to put over your legs. Whoo HOO! Then they say the magic words...the doctor will be right with you.

HA! This is a lie. I'm pretty sure they have hidden cameras in there so they can entertain themselves with your discomfort. They must get quite the kick out of watching you try and cover your top and bottom. It must be quite amusing to watch you sit there on the table squirming...for 20 more MINUTES!!!!

That's right, 20 minutes later the doctor finally decided to come into the room. Now, these rooms are small, so the minute you hear someone coming even remotely close to the door, you are trying to make sure there is no skin showing, just in case there are people outside the door peeking in. I also forgot to mention that your feet are dangling off the end of the table. My feet were freezing and turning lovely shades of red and purple, which for 20 minutes I kept trying to rub some circulation back in.

Of course, it never fails. The minute I get myself all situated on the table, my cell phone rang. Of course it was on vibrate, but I could hear it, I was the only one in the room. The dilemma occures when you have to decide, do I risk jumping off the table, in the napkin, to get my phone, or do I not? Do I have enough time to grab the phone before anyone opens the door and sees my naked hiney?

See, I knew Bossman was worried. I mean, how long does a pap take? I've been gone now for 2 hours. So....what do I do?

Well, after 20 minutes of thinking I have time, but then chickening out, and then trying to talk myself into answering it again...the doctor finally came in. No, I didn't answer the phone. No hiney shots for the hall.

Now comes the extra fun part. First the doctor went over the blood results from last month. Everything looks great!!! So that was good news. Bad news, my blood pressure is high, so we decide we would try some medication. BOO!

Then comes the part we love most of all. Please put your feet into the stirups and scoot your hiney to the edge of the table. WHOO HOO!!! Time to exam the goods. First he felt me up in front. Now, the question I have is, where do you look while this is taking place? Do you look at the doctor? Do you stare staight up at the ceiling? What do you say while a doctor is feeling you up? So, do you come here often, didn't really seem to apply in this situation.

After finding out that the "girls" are lump free we moved to the kitty. A friend of mine got me started calling it the kitty. I kind of like that name, much more refined than pussy.


As I mentioned before, the kitty can be tempamental. She gets a little messy when being played with. Not that he was playing with her, but he was poking around in a very undignified fashion.

Again, I have to ask, what do you say when the doctor is poking around "down" there? I chose to look up at the ceiling and think about pink ponies and purple dragons. Hey! It works for me.

Finally, the last of the torture was upon me. He lubed up his fingers and put them up the "other" hole. Oooohhhhhh, the humiliation. Could we get any more personal? Hello Doctor, nice to meet you, could you put your fingers up my ass? PLEASE???

At least he lubed up first.

Did I mention I waited for over an HOUR for all this?

Ok, that's it. Wasn't that fun boys and girls. Now, tomorrow we will take a trip to the orthodontist office. It's not nearly as fun, but hey, not everyone wants to feel you up in all the wrong places!

later........

disconnected

I'm feeling disconnected.

Bossman and I haven't really been getting along lately. I KNOW! How can that be? How could he and I be at odds?

There are many things that brought us here. Money issues have played a big part. He and I have very different views on how money should be spent. I take the practical approach, he, not-so-much. It's hard for me to want any sort of connection with him when I feel I'm right. Maybe I'm not right, but if I think I'm right, nothing else really matters. RIGHT???

So I have been a little distant with him lately.

Tomorrow I am having the dreaded pap-smear. Seems that is going around blog land lately.

Anyway, I have a few female problems. Aunt Flo, is a very regular visitor, but her dog Spot, stays around most of the month. Spot tends to get in the way of a good sex life. We've been dealing with it, and Bossman is very kind and considerate about it, but it's very yucky, and I don't enjoy that little part of our sex life.

Problem is, it seems to be brought on mostly by sex. So we haven't had any sex this week as I haven't wanted to start spotting before my test.

This always disconnects us. Bossman gets crankier than usual when denied sex. I get cranky when denied spankings. I certainly don't want to risk any marks on my bottom before my test. So we are both a tad on the cranky side this week.

Other news. The wildchild was denied the entry into independent study. Apparently, my child is not ENOUGH of a problem to be a thorn in their side. See, my child just ditches. She doesn't smoke, she doesn't get in fights, and generally everyone likes her. Just because she fails all her important classes and hangs out in the bathroom for alot of those classes, puts her in the "she's not on the school radar, so she doesn't matter!" category.

She failed history in 10th grade. She made up one of the semesters in summer school.
They told me she only needed one summer school class, turns out she was suppose to take 2 classes. So now she's a semester short on history. You would think they would put her in history class this year, right? Nope, the 10th graders get priority. So she will have to take it for summer school this year. She also failed geometry this last semester. Chances are pretty great that if she didn't get geometry last semester, she won't get it this semester. Since summer school is only 2 classes, she will have to make up a class next year also. This is barring she doesn't fail anything else. Now they are telling me that she didn't get in the independent study because seniors had priority. URRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!

When does MY daughter get priority?

I think I should go now...I feel the need to call the principal, (lots of really bad names!)

later......

I took this picture at the zoo last year, I'm thinking of sending it to the principal.

Now that it's over (or a V-day rant)

Now that Valentines day is over, I can tell you how I really feel about the day.

UGH! I don't like this day. As a matter of fact, WHY??? why do we have this day? Who decided this was a good idea? Hallmark? Wal-mart? For the love of God, why do we need another holiday to buy stuff? Have you all tried to go down the Valentine isle at Wal-mart 2 days before this holiday? It's practically worse than Christmas. All I wanted was a box of Valentines for my son to give to his class. Is that REALLY too much to ask? Apparentally it is, because there wasn't much left to chose from. As a matter of fact, he had the choice between Hello Kitty and Barbie. Oh yes, and Blues Clues. ~sigh~ Not good choices for an 8 year old boy. So it seems that now I am going to have to plan my Valentines day shopping at least 3 weeks in advance, just so I can get the good Valentines. Now I understand why they put out the Valentines the day after Christmas. Because we MUST shop early to get the best selection. As it turns out, I bought the little man some ring pops with heart stickers to put his name on. Which means I just made him the COOL kid because everyone knows the cool kids give out candy with their valentines.
Back to me....

So do I think flowers and candy and stuffed animals going to prove how much Bossman loves me? I don't think so!

Flowers will die, candy will most definately go to my hips, and the stuffed animal will get stuffed in a closet, in a box, because I can't throw away something HE gave me. That would be rude.

Why is there so much pressure to make this "all important day" perfect? WE MUST have ROMANCE!!! Why does the world have to dictate when we are romantic? If you don't get candles and get taken out to dinner, you must be a loser...right? Isn't that what this day is about? Isn't it about making sure all our single friends feel left out and alone. Lets just all rub it in the face of the ones that are alone how romantic we can be. YUCKO people! If you ask me, it's just stupid stupid stupid!!!

Ok, I think I'm done now.

So, want to know what I did for Valentines day? Come on, you know you want to know.

Well, since I don't want to rub it in to all the singles out there I'll just say,

It involved spanking.

It involved a letter.

It involved a sunset.

In that order.

It was nice.

You can go about your business now, I'm done! I'm exhausted but done. Ranting sure takes a lot out of a gal.


Now, if I have to see one more commercial for Kay's jewelry, If I have to hear "Every kiss begins with Kay" ONE MORE TIME.......AAARRRRGGGGHHHH

later....

I got nothin'

If you look in my deleted folder you will find a cyber wastebasket full of crumpled up wads of paper. Some of the paper missed the target and landed on the floor next to the basket. Others are laying in my drafted folder, unfinished and uninspired.

I wrote a really long piece the other day. It was full of my opinion on the world. It was good. Nope, it was bad. So I deleted it.

Anyway, don't look at the mess. I'll clean it up soon.

Soon as I figure out something to write about.

Meanwhile, talk amongest yourselves.

Oh, and have a Happy Valentines day!

later............

How smart are you really?

Hhhhmmmm.....

Just wondering how smart my readers really are. If you're reading my blog, I already question your mental state...HA!

I only missed 2.

I'm just saying....

Click here for test

life update

Well, as you can tell by the photos the weekend was great. The weather was in the 70's, the kids got along great and I felt good. Rain is on the way for the rest of the week though. I know, you all feel sorry for me. HA!

The Superbowl was great, although I'm from Chicago and was rooting for Da' Bears, it was still a great game to watch.

Today, I woke up with Bossmans headcold. We are very good at sharing, and head colds are no exception. So he has recovered and I am now a tissue-carrying citizen. It's ok, I'll take this over fevers and heart problems any day.

We've decided to try the independant study. I KNOW, I know, just about everybody is against it. Usually, I would not try such a thing, but I'm really desperate to help my daughter any way I can. She has been very down on herself, telling me that she's made bad decisions and is stupid. You and I both know she is just going through the rough years of being a teen, but it's really hard to convince your child that she is not stupid. She is NOT stupid. She is very smart. She just wants to be one of the crowd and that can get anyone into trouble. Plus, she has no interest in geometry or history. She would rather sing and perform. This independent study has really boosted her up. She tells me that this is her chance to make up for the mistakes she made before. Plus, if she works hard she won't have to attend summer school, she can catch up and pass the classes she failed.

Don't worry, we have a back-up plan if this doesn't work. I'm really, really hoping this works. It just has to!

She will still attend school for choir and play practice. So she will still have her singing and acting. This is extremely important to her, and I don't want her to lose that. We should know by the end of the week if they have accepted her. Her counselor thinks she will thrive doing this and it will help her to feel more confident in herself. I hope she's right.

There hasn't been much spanking to report, although Bossman has claimed I've needed it more than once. Unfortunatly, Bossman has had to work. WORK?? ~sigh~ Why does real life have to get in the way??? Do you think Bossman could somehow get paid to spank me? I'm going to work on that.

I think I should now take my stuffy nose and go back to bed for awhile. Chicken soup and cheesy daytime TV. It's just what the doctor ordered! (I thought about getting Bossman to bring me some cheetos, but really, those are for pity partys, and even though I don't feel well, it's really not to pity party level.....yet!)

later........

What did you do this weekend?

I hate to brag, but we had the BEST weather this weekend!

It's been so long since I've been able to get out and do things without feeling sick. This weekend we had the chance to get out and it was fabulous.

So for all of you that are stuck with really cold crappy weather, I thought I'd post some pictures for you to enjoy of my great weekend.

Remember, this is not bragging. This is for you...to make YOU feel better!

You're welcome!




Could this be Patrick? Where is Spongebob?


later......

*No, I'm not in the pictures. That would be my wayward wildchild!

wayward teens, boobs and spanking

First, I'd like to thank you all for your advise. We haven't really decided which avenue to take with her, but we are leaning toward the independant study. Like I said in my comment, she would still be able to attend her school for choir and plays, but she would be independant with her main courses.

See what I neglected to mention was, she's not a good student. She hates all things academic. She'd rather sing and dance and perform than learn geometry and history. She has already failed a geometry class, and last year she failed a history class. So she already has to go to summer school. If she fails a class this semester she will have to make up that class when she is a senior. IF she does this independent study, she could actually make up and pass where she is at now. A lot of kids actually graduate early when they are on independent study because it's self paced. This could be really good, or really bad. I just don't know. ARRRGGGGHHHHH!!! Being a parent can really suck sometimes. If your thinking of becoming a parent, and you've just read this and are having a change of heart, go read this, I think you'll change your mind back.

Anyway, my mom had surgery yesterday. Believe it or not she got a breast reduction.

That's right, my mom, who is only 59, decided to get smaller boobies. I gotta tell you, she needed it.

My mom was a size G in a bra. My poor mother has had to deal with the extra large puppies for a very long time. My mom is only 5'2. So you can imagine how extra large her boobies were.

Over the last couple of months she's been dieting. She has gone from a size 22 to a size 12. But you couldn't tell because she still had these enormous boobs. So after fighting with the insurance company, and winning, she finally got to have her surgery yesterday. It was a 3 hour procedure, with about 2 hours in the recovery room. After that we went to her room. She did really well. I spent all day at the hospital yesterday. I called her this morning and she was in the car heading home. She sounded wonderful and she said she wasn't even having any pain. She was so excited to get this done. She said she was most looking forward to being able to cross her arms across her chest. I'm just glad everything turned out nicely!

This morning, Bossman stayed home from work with a nasty head cold. You know the kind that just makes things drip out of every hole in your head? But you'll be happy to know that he wasn't too sick to give me a quick hand spanking. Why is it that sometimes the hand can hurt worse than the spoon? I still can't figure that out. Anyway, it was a very nice, stingy spanking. I had just gotten out of the shower when he dumped me over his lap. I wasn't expecting it, at all! Turns out that the unexpected ones hurt more. This may have to do with the fact that I just wasn't in the right headspace about it. I wasn't mentally prepared. Or it could mean that I am just a wimp. I said COULD!

So there you have it, boob jobs and wayward teens and spankings all in one post.

Come to thing of it, when I put it like that, it all sounds kinda kinky!

EEEWWWWW!

later.......

My life, the soap opera

Have I told you lately what's been going on at Casa de Grace?

First, let's discuss the wildchild. Do you like good news or bad news first?

Ok, good news first. Over the holiday break, she passed her drivers permit exam! Ok, it's not exactly good news for me, but it's great news for her. This means she can legally drive with someone that is over 25. I informed her, that I was only 24 and therefore she couldn't drive with me. Of course, she demanded to see my own licence and therefore found out I am NOT, in fact, 24. Believe me when I say, I don't look a day over 24. I have a supermodel body and flawless skin. Believe me also, when I say, I have swamp land in Arizona that I would love to sell you!

BUT, I have figured out how to get out of letting her drive me around. I make loud sudden noises, I cling to the dashboard. I act as frightened as possible. (This is easy to do since I AM scared out of my wits!) She has informed me that this makes her way too nervous and has decided it's NO fun driving with Mom!

Oh, that only lasted for about a week. She's over it now. ~sigh~

Now the bad news. This is the part of parenthood that I hate. This is the part of teenagers that I hate. I recieved a letter in the mail telling me that the wildchild is truant!

That's right. She has decided that school is not important and she has been ditching classes. Of course the first thing I want to know is, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?? She claims she hangs out in the bathroom. The BATHROOM???

What? Why? How? These are the thoughts that flashed through my head before it exploded! That's right, brain juice all over the table.


After I got my head back together I had to ask... What is going on in the bathroom? To which she replied, they just hang out in there and talk and IM people on their phones. ~sigh~

Anyway, turns out, the school had the wrong phone number listed for us, so that is why I didn't get any of the calls about her being absent. Also turns out, I did NOT kill her. Although the thought did cross my mind, right before my head exploded. A

So, as it stands now, she is ground for a month. ~sigh~ It's going to be a LOOOOONGGG month. She has lost her cell phone and computer for a month, and she isn't going to the dance on Saturday. I've found out, if you go on myspace you can see when a person has last logged in. So if I go on her myspace and I see she logged in, we will add a week to her grounding. God! I hate being a parent to a teen!!! It sucks!

Well, am I being to soft? Should I be tougher? I don't really know what to do. We are thinking of putting her on independant study. She says she wants to do that. I'm not sure what to think of it. I've talked to her guidance counselor, and they think she could be a good canidate for it. But then she would be home all day! Do I really want her home all day? I could keep better track of her. But what the heck would I do with her? Further more, and most importantly, when would Bossman have the time to spank me??

I don't know what the answers are, I just thought if I wrote them all down it would come to me...like a vision or something...but it's not happening. Maybe I should meditate. OOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM.................

Nope, not helping.

You know what would really help? I know you know what I know.

A spanking.

That would help.

Bossman is on his way home for lunch.

He is the long arm of the law.

Does it help to have a sore butt when thinking about serious things?

I'll let you know....

later...

A new Sheriff in town

The law has been laid down at my house.

Bossman is the long-arm of the law. He carries with him a badge and very mean looking backscratcher. If I wasn't sitting on the evidence, I would hardly believe it. So for all you detail whores, and those of you more refined detail connisseurs, and I think you know who you are, here it is.

Monday started off as most Mondays go. I got up to make the little mans lunch, and fix him breakfast. Bossman takes him to school on his way to work. I then headed back to my very warm and comfy bed. After a mid morning nap, I got up and surfed all my favorite blogs. After surfing, and watching cheesy morning shows, I decided I should get dressed. Ok, it was 1:00. Sheez, do you have to know EVERYTHING??

I got dressed and looked around. Wow, this house is a mess, I thought. So, I decided to do what any normal person would do. I went and played Zuma on the computer while watching Peoples Court.

It was about that time that Bossman came home for lunch. I made grilled cheese and we watched the Peoples Court. Then, it happened.

He stands up and comes over to me. He turns off the tv and grabs my hands to pull me off the couch. I know what this means and I'm not too happy about it. Remember, my butt was just toasted a day and a half ago! But Bossman says we need to talk and talking is much better in the bedroom. I had a bad feeling I wasn't going to like this talk!

First thing he does when we get into the bedroom is stick my nose against the wall. That wall and I are becoming such great friends. I think I should name the wall. Wall seems so impersonal. But, I digress...

Bossman then pulls my sweats down to my thighs. Did I mention the fact that I didn't really get dressed, I mostly just changed out of my pj bottoms into my sweats. Well after a few minutes of fuming, me, not him, he pulls me over his lap. I wasn't a very happy camper, seeing as how he had the BS in his hand. I tried to protest. I tried whining. I tried all my regular tricks for getting out of it. Didn't work.

After a couple of hours of stinging slaps from the BS, Bossman said we needed to talk. Ok, it was more like a couple of minutes, but it's hard to say for sure since there wasn't a clock handy for me to time it with. Have you ever tried to have a normal conversation while laying over someones knee? It's HARD!

Just when Bossman was about to start talking, the phone rang. Oh great, I thought this was my big break. I thought I was saved by the bell. Once again, I was wrong. Unlucky for me, the phone was sitting right next to him on the bed. ~sigh~ So much for my luck. He held a conversation with whoever was on the phone while I was still over his knee. He continued swatting my behind every once in awhile, I think that was just to make sure I didn't fall asleep. After about an hour long conversation...again, I didn't have a clock nearby, so it could have been a minute or it could have been an hour... he finally hangs up the phone.

Now it was time for the conversation. I will try and be as accurate as possible with this conversation, but I was under stress, so I can't promise that this will be accurate. Have you ever had a conversation with someone while over their knee while they are wielding a BS?? I may have already asked that question, but remember the stress I was under!

So, needless to say, Bossman did most of the talking. He talked about things like cleaning and getting dressed and..well...This is mostly what I heard....

Bossman: "Young lady, you need to get back into the swing of things, things like laundry and a clean bathroom...blah, blah, blah, blah, What do you think?"

Me: "Ah, what?"

Bossman: swat, swat, swat, with the BS

Me: "Oh, yes, ouch, yes, your right honey!"

Well, needless to say, I think I got the picture. It all boils down to this. I need to get off my lazy butt and do something around this house. I need to get dressed during the day instead of staying in my pjs until just before the kids come home from school. I need to clean the bedroom and bathroom everyday, and if I don't....well the BS is going to be used alot more often.

Finally, I had a deadline. I had to take care of stuff today, or the BS would be used again. As much as that sounds like fun to all of you, my butt has had just about enough...at least for the next day or two! So I think instead of writing this, I better get moving. I really don't want another date with the BS today.

So, I think I'll take my pillow off the chair and put it back on the bed, of course I'll be getting dressed and cleaning the bedroom and bathroom. Last time I was in the bathroom I heard the toilet brush calling my name.

I'll tell you what, the long-arm of the law has spoken, so as a law abiding citizen I think I'll follow the law.....

at least until tomorrow!

later.........

Dear Diary

You'll never guess what happened to me yesterday! I think yesterday was the best day ever!

Bossman and I came home from church and snuggled in bed together. There was alot of touching and I even had an orgasm. Whoo hoo for me! ;)

The wildchild went to a friends house for the night, so the afternoon was spent with the little man. We went to the park and fed the ducks and then we played in the play ground. I just love the swings. They are my favorite.

In the evening the little man went over to a neighbors house to play video games. Bossman and I snuggled on the couch, ate some pizza and watched a movie. After the movie, the little man was still out, so Bossman decided it was a good time to give me a spanking. Yesterday I had been very moody and not pleasant to be around. Bossman decided I needed a reminder of how a loving wife should act.

After a bit of fussing, we made it to the bedroom. Bossman re-introduced me to the corner. It's not really a corner, more of a wall, but I haven't seen it for awhile, so Bossman felt I should be re-introduced. I had got re-acquainted with the wall with my pants down around my thighs. Bossman decided which of our lovely implements he would be using on my poor bottom. When he was ready he steered me over to the bed and bent me over his knee. Bossman told me we were going to proceed with 3 phases and phase 1 was a warm up. He used his hand to warm my bottom up quite nicely. Just when it was starting to get a little too uncomfortable for my taste, he told me we were starting phase 2. Apparently phase 2 consisted of the BS (backscratcher) and our new wooden spatula.

Diary, this was painful. It was very hard to tell what he was using. I thought he was using the big wooden spoon. But I deserved this, and frankly I needed it. Phase 2 wasn't really that fun. As a matter of fact, my buns are quite red today. To tell the truth, I like that the best. I like when I can feel it the next day. To me, that is a REAL spanking.

After phase 2, (which I thought would never end, but ended all too soon) Bossman stood me up and put me back against the wall. The wall was never my friend and this night was no exception. My buns were on fire, but my heart was in love. Bossman said it was time for phase 3. He placed the wooden spoon in my hands, that were behind my back. WHAT??? That couldn't possibly be phase 3. I thought he already used that, and plus, I was already pretty sore. I started to protest. He brought me back to his knee but said he couldn't believe that I was protesting after such a hard spanking. Then he said he was starting phase 3, was I ready? I tried to brace myself for more assault to my behind. Suddenly, I felt cool relief. Phase 3 turned out to be lotion on my sore behind. Thank goodness for THAT. Shame on Bossman for tricking me so cruelly. (it was actually pretty funny!)

After phase 3 we figured the little man would be home soon so we went back to the living room to watch TV. I actually thought laying was much more comfortable than sitting as I could pull my legs up on the back of the couch and would not have to have my buns directly affected. The little man did come home and we spent about another hour just hanging out together.

The little man finally went to bed. We decided snuggling in bed was good idea. Snuggling in bed turned out to be a GREAT idea. After much touching and fondling, one thing led to another and we were at it again. Twice this week we've made love twice in one day. This is unheard of around here. Can you believe it?

Well Diary, I guess now you can see why this was the best day ever!

Love,
grace

Welcome home, Libido!

My libido has returned! It must have had a great time over at Theresas because it's refreshed and ready to go.

This has been a terrific week for sex in my house. The day after the spanking, Bossman stayed home from work in the morning and we had a great time in bed. It was nice to feel like a human being instead of a patient!

Yesterday, Bossman came home for lunch. After he ate, he decided he wanted to try out our new toy. OUCH is the word that comes to mind at the moment. That sucker hurts. But guess what? Bossman thinks it's great. It has a nice comfortable rubber handle, I mean really, we wouldn't want the poor man to have a sore hand or anything. It's also relatively quiet. The slapping sound is not too loud. Did I mention that it HURTS?

So, I managed to convince Bossman that my butt was not ready for too much abuse, so we ended up under the covers instead. Sex in the afternoon is very very yummy. It can be such a pick-me-up, I highly recommend it.

So, last night, we were cuddling in bed watching my NEW favorite show, Armed and Famous. (if you haven't watched this show yet, WATCH it. It is so funny and makes me laugh.) While laying there, I let my hand wander down to Bossmans goods. Watching tv and snuggling and touching...doesn't get much better than this! Ok, it got better. He started touching me, and guess what people....two O's in one day! I tell ya, this hasn't happened in MONTHS!

Ahhh, I tell ya, it's good to be back!

later.......

Diagnosis or spanking?

Here it is people, the moment you've all been waiting for...oh wait a minute, this was the moment I've been waiting for! Well, anyway, here it is, the offical diagnosis. Yes, I really was sick and it has a name.

Pericarditis. There, I said it. Now you're probably asking yourself, what the heck is that? Don't feel bad, the doctor told me all about it, and I still had to google it when I got home.

Pericarditis is an infection around the heart. Actually, it's fluid around the heart. After reading all the details on net, that is exactly what I had. Exactly!

Lucky for me, things could have been worse. If the fluid gets really bad, they put a needle in and take out the fluid. Let's just all be glad THAT didn't have to happen to me.

I am feeling better, but I have been having shortness of breath. My doctor has said that the pericdarditis could have led to myocarditis, which is a weakening of the heart muscle. Yippee. He said this could take a couple of months to heal, or it could stay like that forever. I decided my heart will be better soon. I don't even want to know what happens if it doesn't get better...I'm just not going there.

So, there it is. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? But speaking of fun, let me tell you about the fun I had the other night....heh heh heh

The other night, everyone was out of the house. The wildchild was at a friends house and the little man was out to dinner with his friend. We were suddenly home alone and I wasn't feeling sick. This hasn't happened since 1998, I mean, since Novemeber. We were watching Tv when Bossman came over to me and started pulling me up from the sofa. I wasn't sure where this was going, but I was pretty sure it involved something wooden. (he he, wooden! Was I talking about his..ya know...or the new toy? Ha, I just cracked myself up...I am so pathetic..LOL) ANYWAY...Bossman starts pulling me toward the bedroom. Oh man. I could tell by the look in his eye, he had plans for BOTH wooden things. Remember, my libido was still on vacation at Theresas. I think it likes it over there.

So, into the bedroom we go. I'm getting pretty nervous. I haven't been spanked for a LONG time. I know how much it hurts when you haven't been spanked for awhile. So I wasn't very excited. I tried really hard to get out of it, but eventually, I was over his knee with my pants down around my ankles. The good news was, he didn't get out the wooden thingie. He used his hand. Ahhh, his hand. My most favorite of all spanking implements. Who doesn't like being spanked with a hand?

Ok, he did bring out the dreaded backscratcher. That was only because I put up such a fuss. Why do I have to open my big mouth? Anyway, he mostly used his hand, but he did use the BS and it hurt like hell. It's times like those I ask myself...what the heck am I thinking? Lucky for me, that thought goes away pretty quickly.

It was pretty short, but sweet. It was the opening for things to come. We didn't have sex, for the kids were due home any minute, but the spanking was just what the doc ordered. It was the first step back to being normal. I didn't get breathless or have any trouble whatsoever, unless you include the pain from the BS. But it was heaven.

So there you have it. The first spanking of the brand new year. I can only hope that was just a preview of the things to come this year. I have a feeling this is going to be a GREAT year.

Oh, don't worry, the sex came yesterday! But I didn't want to give out all the details in one post...what would I write about tomorrow?

Now, I'm off to Eva's . She better have details, or I'm sending Adam the BS.

later.......

Happy Birthday

Thank you so much for your wonderful garden! I have found warmth, friendship, growth and acceptance in your wonderful garden.

I hope you have a wonderful Birthday!

Love,
Grace

MIA

I'm so sorry for the lack of posts lately. I haven't really felt up to posting anything. For awhile there I thought I was getting better. I went almost a whole week without a fever and I was feeling great. But then I started feeling bad again.

The good news is I haven't had a fever for over a week. I just don't feel well. I wish I could pinpoint what extactly is the problem, but I can't and neither can the Doc. I'm changing Docs, so I will be going to a new one next week. I'm hoping a new perspective will be a good thing and maybe he'll think of something the other did not.

Something else disappeared...my sex drive. Did someone steal it when I wasn't looking? Did it run away because it wasn't being used enough? Come back sex drive...please. I'll be good too you. Bossman would love you forever. I'm thinking about putting up missing signs. Offering a reward might help. I could try milk cartons. It's probably just on vacation because of the illness. Who can blame it for leaving? It hasn't really been a party around here...unless you call a pity party fun.

My mood is low. It's so hard to be positive when things bad. I've tried. I've tried to be a positive as possible during the holidays. I had too for the kids. But now the holidays are over, the kids are back in school and I am free to feel sorry for myself.

So, there it is. It's not pretty people. It's old and tired. It's all about wondering...why me? How did this happen? When will it be over? Boo hoo, poor me!

Don't worry, I can't be in this mood for long. It's not really me. I just need something good to write about. Anything good would help. Maybe my sexdrive will be come home soon. Maybe Bossman will decide it's time for a spanking. That great wooden thingy is still waiting to be opened.

Any of these things could happen, and will happen. When? I'm not sure, but for now, I'm going to eat cheetos. That's right, cheetos...and nobody better try and stop me!

later......

10 things

I took a look at my blog today and realized it looked like an Easter egg threw up all over my screen. So I changed it to the boring look. I just don't want to mess with it right now. All the templates are boring. Maybe the New year will bring New inspiration. Maybe.

I know this should be a New Years post. But since I haven't really celebrated the holidays in a normal fashion, I figured, Why start now?

So instead I give you the top 10 things that make being sick during the holidays worthwhile.

1. Instead of going to my MIL's house for Thanksgiving, I got to go to the Urgent care who immediately sent for an ambulance to take me to the hospital. I'll do ANYTHING to get out of going to the MILs house.

2. Spending the next 2 days in the hospital, was a nice relaxing way to spend the Thanksgiving weekend. I didn't have to brave the after thanksgiving sales, I didn't have a ton of dishes to do and I didn't have to get sick of turkey!

3. Being waited on hand and foot by an extremely worried husband is a wonderful way to be sick.

4. Having said worried husband take showers with you, wash every part of your body including your hair, while all you do is stand there....is there anything better than that? (oh yes, he was there for almost every shower....what a MAN!)

5. Your very worried hubby then blow drys your hair for you so you don't have to lay down with wet hair. Did I mention I've never been so pampered.

6. Being sick is a great excuse for getting out of anything. Christmas cards? Sorry, too sick. Boring Christmas parties, again, too sick.

7. Did I mention no christmas shopping? I only stepped into 2 stores this christmas. The crowds were mean.

8. Everyone came to ME for the holidays. No driving around to everyone house for Christmas eve and Christmas day....they all came to ME!

9. No work for me. No cooking, no cleaning, just sitting on the couch watching old christmas movies. Sounds fun huh? Well, it was fun for about the first hour, then it was just boring! And the not working part....not as easy as it sounds people! I had to watch as things were NOT done the way I would have done them....oh wait, this is suppose to be GOOD reasons....sorry.

10. The best reason of all is all the wonderful comments and e-mails I received from all of you. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, YOU guys are the BEST! It really cheers a person up to know they are being thought of and prayed for! From people that just know me from the blog...how GREAT is that?

So, there you have it. I just KNOW you all are jealous now! I know you all wish YOU had been sick over this holiday season. What? You don't? Well, I don't blame you, cuz frankly it was miserable. But if I had to be sick, I wanted to make sure and point out the good parts, because the reality is, this was a hard list to come up with. I could have come up with 50 bad things. But I didn't want to bring you all down. See, how nice I am? I'm always thinking of you guys.

BTW, the fever returneth. But I'm ok. And next year....things are gonna be so much BETTER!!!!

later........

Too long

5 days without a fever...it's party time!

It's been too long since I've looked at my blog. It's been WAY too long since I've talked about spanking. Actually, it's been WAY, WAY too long since I've gotten a spanking!

So, I guess this means I'm feeling better. I mean, when your sick and feverish, spanking just doesn't cross your mind. Now? Now I keep wondering how long it will be before I get a spanking.

Here's the low-down. Bossman had a birthday on the 29th of Nov. We had sex that morning. Somehow I managed to pull enough energy out of my body to have sex. That really was my present to him. Since then....NOTHING. Well, let me back track a tad. We did have sex a couple of days ago. So, we went almost a MONTH! A MONTH people. I haven't gone that long without sex since I had my babies.

Now, what about spankings? NONE. Nothing. Zero. NADA.

Spanking has been nothing but a distant memory. A memory of better days. A memory of days when sickness didn't prevail. Ahhh, thank god for memories!

Now, there was one little spanking highlight. 2 days before Christmas, I actually ventured out of my house. Since it looked as if the fever would pass me by, I took full advantage. Bossman took me shopping. We went out about 9:30 at night, hoping to avoid the crowds. Didn't work. Crowds were everywhere, and for the first time in a month, I felt like a normal person. We decided to head to the 99.cent store. It is really a great store, and you can get GREAT stuff there. I was on the hunt for stocking stuffers.

One thing you should know about this store. It is a GREAT place to find spanking implements. Bossman never misses an opportunity to look at all the kitchen stuff, just to find the perfect spanking toy. This trip was NO exception. Bossman found a wonderful little wooden spatula thingy. It has a nice rubber handle, but I'm not sure about the slats. Actually, upon second look, it doesn't look that fun. But at this point, I'll take anything. Even a swat will do.

Well, here, just take a look at the picture. Doesn't it look scary?

So, lets keep hoping the fevers stay away. I'm looking forward to a very healthy 2007! With lots of spankings! And sex. And cheetos. And.......

later.....

Update: I must have jinxed myself because last night I got another fever. Not bad, but still. I'm waiting on the doctor to get a test result back, but so far nothing has come up. See what happens when I start thinking about spanking???

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I couldn't possibly forget about Gratitude Tuesday, seeing as how it's the last letter and all. But....

I've been having a really hard time finding anything to be grateful for, other than Bossman. (ok, the kids can be in that catagory too!)

It's very hard to find things to be thankful for when you can't really do much. I haven't sent out Christmas cards, I haven't baked a thing. I haven't even bought a single present. This has been the most UN-christmas I've ever experienced.

Ok, don't feel bad for me. We aren't totally in the dark here. Bossman got the tree, the kids decorated the tree and the house. Bossman has done some shopping, (thanks e-bay) although even that is a challenge as things are getting lost in the mail.

So, I finally realized something, while watching the Grinch. Christmas is going to come. It will be here in less than a week. It will come whether we have packages, ribbons and bows. It will come whether we have tinsel or turkey or cookies. Christmas WILL come. It will come whether I am sick or well. It will still come.

So, Today, The Day to be Grateful, I am grateful for Christmas. I am grateful for the family I have. I am grateful that it will come whether I want it too or not. Nothing else matters. The cookies don't matter, the gifts don't matter, the tinsel and the turkey, DO NOT MATTER!

Really, it only matters that I am here, with my family, on Christmas. And for that I will be forever grateful!

Oh yeah, the letter is Z, so here is my very short Z list.

zebras
zingers (yummy)
zippers (always helpful)
zzzzzz (if I get a good night sleep, I'm deeply grateful.)
zipidy do da...zipidy day, my oh my what a wonderful day, plenty of sunshine headin my way, zipidy do da, zipidy day!
zoinks (Scooby doo and Shaggy were always a favorite of mine)
zest
zip (oh how I'd love to get my zip back)


Have a wonderful Z day, and hug your family for heavens sake!!!

later.........

Meme

The phone rings. Who do you want it to be? Bossman or my friend, A.

When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart? Nope, I'm lazy. I find the nearest place to park it where it won't roll. (I know, I'm a horrible person!)

In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener? Both

Do you take compliments well? No, but I'll take one from Bossman anyday!

Are you an active person? I try

If abandoned alone in the wilderness, do you survive? If we are close to the Hilton, I'll survive.
Do you like to ride horses? sure, the ones on the merry-go-round.

Did you ever go to camp as a kid? Yes, loved going to church camp!

What was your favorite game as a kid? Operation

A sexy person is pursuing you, but you know that he/she is married, would you? Of course...the only sexy person persuing me would be Bossman, he is definately married!

Are you judgmental? I'd like to say I'm not, but I think I am more than I think.

Do you like to pursue or be pursued? Who's pursuing? If it's the police, no thanks, if it's Bossman...good ahead, make my day!

Use three words to describe yourself. fun, serious, sick

If you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind? It would be hard to be either, but I really would miss the sounds of the world, mostly music, so I would rather be blind.

Are you continuing your education? I like to think that I learn something everyday.

Do you know how to shoot a gun? Water guns are my speciality.

How often do you read books? Bossman would say TOO much...I LOVE books! I LOVE reading!!!

Do you think more about the past, present or future? The here and now, thank you.

What is your favorite children's book? Guess how much I love you.

Have you kissed any of your MySpace friends? Yep, most of my friends on myspace are family.

How tall are you? 5’10”

Where is your ideal house located? On the Beach

Boxers, briefs, thongs, panties, or grannies? panties

Last person you talked to? Bossman

Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth? Who hasn't?

When was the last time you were at Olive Garden? 6 months ago.

What are your keys on your key chain for? The house, my car, my church, my bedroom door, my fireproof box.

Where was the furthest place you traveled today? My sons school, about 1 mile away.

Where is your current pain? in my chest.

Do you like mustard? Yep, love mustard!

Do you prefer to sleep or eat? I prefer eating in bed.

Do you look like your mom or dad? My mom

How long does it take you in the shower? As long as the hot water lasts

Can you do a split? I can do a mean banana split, with whipped cream and cherries.

What movie do you want to see right now? The Santa Clause 3

What did you do for New Year's? pig out, watch Dick Clark, and play games with the kids.

Do you think "The Grudge" was scary? Hate scary movies.

What was the cause of your last accident? A truck rear-ended a car who then rear-ended me! ORRRRR....Yesterday I knocked over the tv tray holding my glass of oj and it spilled all over the floor. I was definately the cause of that one!

Happy Birthday Friend!

Count your age by friends
not years,
Judge your life by smiles,
not tears!

LOVE YOU!
Grace

Blogger is being a PIG!

A good friend e-mailed me, to tell me that blogger was being a pig. Actually, numerous friends e-mailed me with similar responses, but I like the pig one the best! So most people had to e-mail thier comments on the Why post. Thanks everyone for your comments!

I hate talking about my illness all the time, so I will try not to bring it up to much anymore, but I just wanted to give a small update, so you will know where things stand.

I feel WAY better than I did last week. I had lots of pain, couldn't sleep or eat. At least this week I can do those things. Be grateful for eating and sleeping.

I'm still fighting something though, and the doctors don't know what it is. They have ran just about every test in the book, from thyroid to diebetes, but nothing has turned up. I'm still on some heart meds, to keep my rate from skyrocketing. But everyday I run a fever. Today, I'm at 101. But the fever is like some yo-yo over which I have no control. I'll wake up feeling ok, normal fever, thinking, wow, I'm finally getting better, to an hour later having a fever of 101. 3 to 4 hours later, my fever will drop to normal, or below normal. Somtimes as low as 96. I don't know what to think of all this. I've never been sick like this, and the unknown is a scary place to be.

Anyway, this is the update. I think I will try to put things on this blog that have nothing to do with sickness for awhile. As soon as I find out what the problem is, or as soon as I go a couple of days with no fever...You all will be the first to know. So the posts may not be as many, but I hope to be a little more upbeat over here. They say laughter is the best medicine, so maybe if I just put my mind to upbeat things, I'll feel better. Again, thanks for all the support! You guys are the BEST!

later......

whY?

I'm hoping today is the letter Y. Even if it's not, I'm going with it because it just seems it fits.

The last couple of weeks have really taught me some very valuable lessons. I've never been so sick in my life. So most of the time I kept asking myself why.

Why did this happen to me?
Why did this happen now?
Why did my children have to go through this?
Why did Bossman have to be so scared?
Why couldn't I just get better?

The last why is the easiest to answer because today I'm feeling much better. The road to recovery will be long but recovery is what it will be.

The rest of the whys, I can't answer. I don't know why this happened to me. I don't know why it happened now. I don't know why the kids or Bossman had to deal with this. But I do know something.

It doesn't matter. It happpened. It could have been worse. But it wasn't. The truth of the matter is, I have been humbled. Being unable to care for yourself or even make a decision for yourself is hard. I have learned that my husband loves me no matter what. He will do anything possible to make me happy, better, comfortable. I believe my husband would sell his soul for me if he had to. That is a powerful thing to realize. I don't believe I am worthy of such love, but I won't question that love ever again. So "why", for me, doesn't really matter anymore.

But I am grateful for "why". If I hadn't wondered why, I may not be the person I am today. If I had taken things for granted, instead of asking why, what kind of person would that have made me?

I will probably always ask why. I know, I just said, why doesn't matter anymore. And for now it doesn't. It doesn't matter why my husband loves me, he just does. It doesn't matter why I got sick, it just matters that I am getting better. It doesn't matter why my children had to go through this, it will make them stronger people and maybe they will appreciate things more. (I can hope, right?)

Maybe for this day, set aside the why. Just enjoy the because, and leave it at that.

Oh, just thought I'd mention, I REALLY love candied yams . The song Yesterday, by the Beatles, really got me through this sickness. The color yellow is a happy color. Yoodlers make me smile. Anybody remember Yertle the turtle? Spankings are yummy, but IV's are yucky!

Last but not least, YOU ! Thank you all again for your love and support during this very diffcult time. I've read all the comments. I've read all the e-mails. They have made me smile. I've had people that I didn't even know read my blog send me well wishes. For this I am eternally grateful! YOU are the best Y of all!

later.......

Still alive, but not up to kicking yet!

Thank you all for your good thoughts and prayers. Bossman is taking extra special care of me. Still not sure what the prob is, but today is a good day, so we'll just go with that for now.

As for this post, I wrote it about 2 weeks ago, when I was having a good day! It's old and most of you probably won't even know what it's about, but hey...it's all I've got, and it's the thought that counts right?? If your still confused, read this, it might clear things up!



Last week, in my feverish haze, I had a crazy dream....

It was WEIRD.

See, Elis and Theresa and I were at Pauls. That's right...Pauls.

Elis kept muttering how she wanted a crop and she gosh darn better get one for christmas or Nick was going to be in big trouble. I'm not sure why, but Theresa was going around spewing coke on people. Remember, I had a fever.

Meanwhile...

I was trying to give a blow job to someone, but when I realized it wasn't Bossman, I pushed him down the stairs. I didn't realize I could be so mean, but if I decide to give ANYONE a blow job then Bossman is the ONLY guy I'm giving BJs to. Thank goodness this was only a dream. And frankly, bj's only happen in Bossmans dreams, so that was just strange.

I was wandering around Pauls place looking for Eva and Tiggr. I mean really, what's a party without those two gals? Elis informed me that Eva didn't come. I was really upset that she wasn't there. How can we have a party without her? Elis was keeping her informed by e-mail, but really, how can you truly have a party if one of your best buds isn't there???

Next thing I know, we are heading to Shy's house. Now, I don't know Shy very well, so I really didn't know what to expect. Once we got to Shys she started taking a survey. It was all about floggers, crops and paddles. I really haven't had any experience with any of those things and so I just sat back and listened.

Well, it wasn't nearly as exciting as I thought. There were no spankings. What a rip off! It was just a bunch of questions! Who likes this...who likes that...who likes both...who likes all of the above...blah blah blah....

This was beginning to sound like a freakin math equation! I couldn't believe I was dreaming about MATH! My fever must have really been HIGH!

Anyway, all I know is that there were alot of people at the party. There were no spankings, and frankly I don't even remember there being any snacks! Seeing as how I was trying to give someone a bj...this was really a NIGHTMARE!

Next time I decide to have a party with you guys, I don't want any mention of blowjobs...I want lots of snacks..cheetos are my snack of choice (although at the moment cheetos and all other high salt foods are strictly a no-no) and for heaven sakes lets have SPANKINGS!!!

As for Eva, she better be at the next party, for I need her there when things start getting mathy.

later....

sick of being sick

Yep, I'm still sick!

My heart is better it seems, but I'm still fighting some sort of infection that nobody can pin-point.

The docs are baffled.

I am just SICK of being SICK!

The worst part of this pity-party is, I can't even have cheetos! (too much salt)

So, let's review...

I can't have cheetos...

Nobody knows what I have....

I'm still sick...

Yep, that about covers it!

later......