reconnection...at last!

Despite the fact that you all decided to have a party without me, at my house no less, Bossman and I had a WONDERFUL weekend.

My Moms place is about 4 hours from here. It's in the desert, but it has a lot of trees, and lucky for us, it's NOT the hot season. We left around 3 on Friday and arrived around 7:30 that evening. We did hit a little Friday night traffic, as we have to go throught the Los Angeles area, but it wasn't terrible. Besides we were in NO hurry to get anywhere.

When we finally arrived we took some time to get aquainted with the place. It had been about a year since we had been there, and my Mom had moved things around. We got situated and then we were just happy to sit and watch some TV for awhile.

We didn't really think much about sex or spanking. We were tired from the trip and I think we ended up going to bed about 11.

The next morning, I woke up HORNY. Now people, this is NOT normal for me. Neither is the fact that it was only 6 in the morning. I didn't even know that 6 in the morning existed. I am usually NOT a morning person, but you know how it is when you are sleeping in a strange place? You don't get much sleep, especially the first night. So I just laid there enjoying the sounds of the morning. The sun was already shining and the birds were out in full force. Finally, Bossman turned over to me and started cuddling. Since I knew he was awake, I reached around and started fondling him. Well, I guess you know what happened next. There was ALOT of cuddling and orgasms all around!!!

Afterward we got up to take a shower. Now, I took a shower first, and then when Bossman was in the shower, I was getting ready for the day. We were discussing the day when I mentioned it was only about 6:30. Bossman was SHOCKED. What the HECK am I doing up at 6:30 on a Saturday morning?? I started cracking up.

Oh well, nothing like getting an early start on the day.

Well, I won't bore you with all the stuff we did during the day. I'll just tell you this, my husband loves trains. So we spent alot of time looking at trains. I saw a beautiful owl in a nest with her baby. (see pictures at end of post) We also went to a western ghost town, and then we headed to the mountains to Big Bear lake. Lots of fun and we are planning another trip with the kids during spring break.

Anyway, after a fun-filled first day we were tired when we got back. We curled up on the sofa to watch movies. We sat on the porch and talked. Bossman sat on the porch and played the guitar. All in all, it was wonderful.

That night, we were tired, but it was still early. We were watching TV when Bossman finally decided I needed a spanking. I wondered when this time would come. I hadn't made much mention of it, but he did pack the BS and you all KNOW how much I hate that thing.

After a quick disrobing, he placed me over his lap. He started out fairly soft. Nice stingy slaps that didn't really hurt, just felt really good. He tried to find the BS, but couldn't find it, and didn't feel like making me get off his lap, so he just used his hand. After a nice long warm up, the spanking picked up speed and force. OUCH. He really heated up my bottom nice. It really hurt.

I'd like to say that this is where we got all sexy and things heated up in the bedroom. Yes, that is what I'd LIKE to say. But things didn't really end up that way. We were really tired, the kids called and goodnights and I-miss-yous had to be said. But the good news is, my bottom was REALLY sore. And pretty much sore the next day. Don't you just love a sore bottom the next day? It really makes things heated all day, if you know what I mean.

So, since there wasn't any sex action the night before, when I woke up the next day, I was feeling horny...AGAIN. Two mornings in a row, that is quite surprising for me. This time we enjoyed each others touch. We tried different positions. By the way, I do NOT bend like Gumby. My legs were not very happy the next day. Good lord, I used muscles I forgot I had. I just don't bend the way I used to.

After more bedroom fun, we headed out for another day of adventure. We got home by mid afternoon, and I was BEAT. We started watching some more movies but I fell asleep. After a nice afternoon nap, we enjoyed a beautiful desert sunset and watched some TV. Again, wasn't thinking too much about spanking, but apparently Bossman was because he put me over his knee again. This time he had the BS out. This time he wanted to discuss our relationship. He discussed taking control back in the relationship. Actually, he discussed alot of things, but really guys, if you want to discuss something with us, don't expect us to retain alot of information while your whaling on our behinds. It's REALLY hard to concentrate that way. Trust me on this one. After that wonderful conversation my butt was VERY sore. We laid on the bed together and got busy making other parts hot and bothered. YUM YUM.

Anyway, that is how the trip went. We really reconnected and we celebrated 18 years married.

Oh yeah, I also realized how clean everything stays when there are no kids around!!!
Now, enjoy some of the sites from my trip!

Lots of trains, but guess what else on this bridge caught my eye......


Whoooo's that in the nest?



Momma Owl! And whooooo's peaking out from behind her?


Cutest little baby owl I ever saw!!!


This is the little school house in the ghost town. Pretty cute, but no signs of ghosts!

This is the road we were on, it just keeps going....


and going.....


and going.....


Anyway, once we got up the mountain, couldn't figure out what the Village People were doing there. I was ready to sing YMCA with them.

And this is the view from the mountain top.


The perfect end to the perfect day!



later........

down, but not out!

If you're looking for a post on my trip, sorry to disappoint. I just have so much on my mind, it's hard to concentrate enough to paint a vivid picture of it. I promise I will get to it soon.

Ever since I got sick during the holidays, I have been overly paranoid about getting sick. I don't feel I'm turning into a hypocondriac, but I am constantly waiting for something bad to happen to me again.

Don't get me wrong. I've been feeling fine. But a couple of weeks ago I went for a routine examine and because my blood pressure was high, we decided I should take meds for it. Since then, I've been checking my BP regularly at the store and it seems to be running normal. Good for me. But my heart rate seems a little high, right around 100, which apparently is normal, but anything above that, at a resting rate, could be bad. Still, I can't help but worry about it.

This is very troubling for me. Although I am a worrier by nature, I've NEVER been a worrier about my health. I've always been very healthy, nothing more than a cold. I had strep a couple of years ago, but again, I got healthy very quickly.

Now I think I was slapped in the face by my own mortality. Even though I'm only 38, I have finally hit that place in my life where I realize I'm not going to live forever. I've always known that, but now it's actually been placed in front of me. I've never been afraid of dying. I have always been the one to say when my times comes, my time comes.

Does this mean that I am now afraid of dying? I don't think I am. But I am afraid of getting an illness and being sick for a long period of time. I am afraid of putting my family through stress and anguish over me.

If I could go back a few months, I would. I often think of that wonderful day in Novemeber. The day before I got sick. We had such a great day. It was warm and sunny. We took the kids down to the high school and played tennis. My daughter and I went down into the football stadium and pretended to make touchdowns on the football field. We did cartwheels, and raced each other. We were alone on the field, and it was sooooo much fun. I didn't have a care in the world that day. I didn't know it at the time but it was one of the best days I ever had. Had I known that back then, I would have appreciated it more.

How do you do it? How do you keep moving foward when you're afaid something bad will happen to you? How do you let go of the paranoia? I know some of you have had worse medical things than I, so tell me, am I the only one? How do you cope with this? How do you move on?

Well, I may never get the answers, but I will keep plugging along. One thing I have learned is, life is way too short. I may be down, but I'm not out. I have had some good moments, and I hardly worried about it at all on our trip, so I know things will get better for me.

Sorry this is not a post about spanking and sex. That did happen this weekend and I have started writing about it. It will be finished soon, I promise!

HUGS to you all,
later.........

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......