So, remember my fun summer? Maybe I should be a bit more specific.
Remember the fun time I had when my daughter was brought home stinking drunk?
Fun, fun times!
Well, the saga continues....
The wildchild is a typical teen. She is on the phone 24/7, she listens to crazy music, she wears lots of mascara. She also does what every female teenager does. She borrows clothes from her friends.
So, if we rewind to last year, we would note that the wildchild borrowed a shirt from a friend of hers. This would be the same girl that she got drunk with.
When she came home drunk, it was pretty much a given that she wouldn't be spending any more time with this particular friend. Needless to say, my daughter still had the shirt.
As time went on, my daughter started talking to this girl again. She never went and hung out with her, but apparently they were text messaging each other.
I told my daughter to stay away from this girl. I mean really.....do I need to explain why?
But my little wildchild doesn't always listen. (I KNOW, you're shocked, aren't you?)
So, Sunday night, we are home, watching a movie, just getting the little man to bed. The wildchild had been home for about an hour. The phone rings.
In our house, we don't like to get calls from the wildchilds friends after 9:00. She has a cell phone and there is no need for anyone to call for her on our phone. Plus, we are putting the little man to bed and the ringing phone can be a distraction.
Anyway, phone rings, it's about 9:30. Bossman answers. It's the girl that the wildchild got drunk with. We'll call her S.
She tells Bossman that the wildchild has her shirt and she will get in trouble if she doesn't get it back immediately. The wildchild was out in the front yard talking to a friend. So Bossman told S that he would have the wildchild call her back in the morning. S tells Bossman that the wildchild is ignoring her calls and she really needs her shirt back.
Ok, let me stop and remind you all that my daughter has had the shirt in question for over 9 months.
Back to the story. 10 minutes after the first call from S, we get another call. This time, S tells us her name is Stephanie. We know it's not, we KNOW it's S. (Why do teens think we are stupid? Really...do I have stupid written across my forehead???)
So "stephanie" says, Oh I'm sorry, I dialed the wrong number, I thought this was the wildchilds cellphone number. This, after Bossman said the wildchild could not come to the phone.
Now, we hear a truck out front of our house. Reminder, it is almost 10:00. The wildchild looks out the window and says that is S's boyfriends truck. Bossman puts on his raincoat, for it is raining, and goes outside. He sees two people in the truck and he sees them pick up a cellphone and make a call. Guess who's phone rang?
So, I pick up the phone and the guys wants to know if he can talk to the wildchild. I ask who it is, he gives me a name. I repeat the name and the wildchild shrugs her shoulders saying, I don't know who that is. Well, it's the guy in the truck. I ask him what he wants, he says he just wants to talk to my daughter. I guess he sees my husband, for he hangs up on me and they drive away.
Bossman isn't very happy. So he calls the girls cell phone and leaves a message, saying that he would come by and drop off the shirt. Meanwhile, the wildchild is saying, I can't believe this is over a stupid shirt. I keep asking the wildchild, what the heck is going on...
Her story is, S called earlier in the evening, wanting to hang out. The wildchild texted one of her other friends saying, guess who just texted me...kind of thing. The the wildchild texted this same friend with, haha, I'm wearing her shirt.
But guess what, the girl she texted it to was with some boys, who took her phone and were looking at her texts when that text came in. One of them is friends with S, so he called and told her that the wildchild was wearing her shirt. THAT, is how this whole thing began.
Now, the wildchild doesn't understand about texting. Whether I'm texting, or even writing on my blog, you can't tell what kind of tone of voice I'm using. You can't see facial expression. So...sometimes, it's hard to know exactly what the other person means. You can take things the wrong way.
See, when the wildchild texted, haha I'm wearing her shirt. She meant it in an ironic sort of, haha isn't it ironic that she texted me and I happen to be wearing her shirt, kind of way. But the boys didn't know that, so they thought she was bragging about wearing S's shirt.
Anyway, S got Bossmans message and called my house...again. Bossman and the wildchild were walking out the door.
Bossman gets to her house and wants to talk to her parents. Well, the father is sleeping and the mother is out. So Bossman gives the girl her shirt and says, don't call my daughter again. If my daughter contacts you, she will be in big trouble. The girl says, I don't know why your upset with me. Bossman says, the last time I saw you, you brought my daughter home drunk, therefore I see NO reason why you two need to communicate with each other anymore.
Then, Bossman came home. We thought that was the end of it. Boy, were we wrong.
The next evening, around 8, the phone rings. I answer and this guy says he wants to talk to my husband. I give the phone to Bossman. It's S's dad. He says he wants to talk to Bossman. Bossman say, ok, what do you have to say. He says he's coming over to our house. Bossman says, no, I don't think I have anything to say. The guys says he's coming over anyway and hangs up the phone.
Now, we don't want any trouble. But the guy sounded pissed and Bossman wasn't sure what was going to happen next. So he called the sheriff and asked that someone come over to keep the peace.
So, they show up at our door. First, it's just the crazy mother. She starts up with the whole getting drunk incident. She tells Bossman that our daughter is too old for us to be picking her friends. She then says she would like to know what happened the night they got drunk, but then she tells my daughter...YOU BETTER NOT say that S was drinking!!! (don't know if you remember, but S drove our car home that night while the mother drove the wildchild home.)
My daughter says that yes, in fact, your daughter was drinking with the rest of us. The mother is outraged that my daughter would say such a lie.
Lets take a short poll here: How many people would believe that their child did NOT drink when her friend that she's been with the whole evening is sick drunk?
Just checking...
Anyway, the crazy father shows up at the door and starts telling Bossman that he better stay away from his daughter and that we should pay for his carpet cleaning from when the wildchild vomited on his carpet.
Bossman says, I don't think you would have liked it very much if your daughter spent the night at my house and I brought her home drunk. The crazy mother...bless her soul...says, My daughter would NEVER spend the night here. (Uh, that wasn't the point dip-shit!)
The cops finally showed up. He doesn't know what's going on, but basically the conversation goes back to the shirt (the stupid, old..shirt) The cop says, where is the shirt now? S has it. Cop says, why are we here?
Lady tells the cop my daughter stole the shirt. (I KNEW stealing coffee from MIL would come back to haunt me.)
My daughter tells the cop, no, S let me borrow it, LAST YEAR!
Cop asks crazy people (oh, did I mention, they DIDN'T bring their child with them to my house?) how old their daughter was. When they say she's 18, the cop says...
She's on her own. This is no business of yours anymore. She's 18.
So, at the end of the whole thing, they are leaving our door (finally) and the crazy father (did I mention he's about 5'8 and Bossman is about 6'4?) winks at Bossman and says, I'll be back. Like he's gonna fight Bossman or something.
Bossman asks the cop...did you just see that? The cop says to the crazy man, you're not coming back here...right? Bossman asks the cop if he can file a report and cop says if he comes back then file a report. Cop tells crazy man, don't come back or we will file a report against you.
The end.
Wasn't that a fun story?
Lets count all the people in this story that need a good spanking.
1. Wildchild needs one. That's a given, she needs to be spanked for even contacting that girl again.
2. S. That child has needed a spanking for a long time. Her parents think she is perfect and refuse to believe that their child did anything wrong. Aren't they lucky that I didn't mention that last year, this girl asked my daughter to go to the drug store with her to get a pregnancy test, but don't tell my parents.
3. Crazy mother. see number 2.
4. Crazy father. see number 2 and 3.
5. ME! (HEY, if they get a spanking, I should get one too, right?)
Ah, it's so much fun raising a teenage girl. I highly recommend it to everyone!
Junk mail fun
I was cleaning out the ole' junk mail folder and realized that if anyone actually saw the junk mail I get, they would think I was a perv. Actually, they would think I was a poor, fat, perv.
Here are actual examples of the junk mail I received. These are the subject lines.
1. Does your wife tease you for the size of your manhood? First of all, I don't have a wife. Second of all, SHAME on the wife that teases a husband for that!
2. Hottie Janice sporting her double d's. I'm guessing double d's doesn't stand for dunkin' donuts.
3. Good bye belly fat. Hello thigh fat!
4. View photos of local singles. I'm guessing Janice would not be welcomed with her doubles.
5. Someone named Phoebe sent me this one: Make it grow. Do you think she wants to tell me how to make my hair and nails grow?
6. Competitive loans. If I'm getting a loan, I definitely want one that is competitive. Those non-competitive loans, they are so boring.
7. Brenda gets double stuffed in digital qaulity. First, that is how they spelled qaulity. Second, who want to see double stuffed in analog? Third, do you think they mean oreo cookies?
8. Fallen a little low on dough? I think if your dough is low that means you didn't put in enough yeast.
9. More dvd's then you could ever jerk off too. Again, this is how they spelled it. Also, If I'm going to jerk off to something I would not want it to be a dvd. I have way more class than that.
10. Valerie wrote to inform me that... fran turned out to be a transy. Does anyone know what a transy is? Can this be cured with a pill? What is the recovery time? Is it contagious?
Here are actual examples of the junk mail I received. These are the subject lines.
1. Does your wife tease you for the size of your manhood? First of all, I don't have a wife. Second of all, SHAME on the wife that teases a husband for that!
2. Hottie Janice sporting her double d's. I'm guessing double d's doesn't stand for dunkin' donuts.
3. Good bye belly fat. Hello thigh fat!
4. View photos of local singles. I'm guessing Janice would not be welcomed with her doubles.
5. Someone named Phoebe sent me this one: Make it grow. Do you think she wants to tell me how to make my hair and nails grow?
6. Competitive loans. If I'm getting a loan, I definitely want one that is competitive. Those non-competitive loans, they are so boring.
7. Brenda gets double stuffed in digital qaulity. First, that is how they spelled qaulity. Second, who want to see double stuffed in analog? Third, do you think they mean oreo cookies?
8. Fallen a little low on dough? I think if your dough is low that means you didn't put in enough yeast.
9. More dvd's then you could ever jerk off too. Again, this is how they spelled it. Also, If I'm going to jerk off to something I would not want it to be a dvd. I have way more class than that.
10. Valerie wrote to inform me that... fran turned out to be a transy. Does anyone know what a transy is? Can this be cured with a pill? What is the recovery time? Is it contagious?
meme
Saw this meme and just had to try it for myself.
If you would like to try it....here's the rules.
1) Answer the questions below.
2) Take each answer and type it into Photobucket.com
3) Take a picture from the first page of results and post (use the HTML code or else it won’t post).
4) You cant copy the persons answers who posted this before you!
1. The Age you will be on your next Birthday .
2. A place you would like to travel.
3. Your Favorite Place( Somewhere you've been).
4. Your Favorite Object.
5. Your Favorite Food.
6. Your Favorite Animal.
7. Your Favorite Color.
8. Your dream job.
9. Your dream car.
10. The Name of your Pet.
11. The 1st name of your current love.
12. Your nickname.
13. A bad habit of yours.
14. Your 1st Job.
15. Your Grandmother's Name .
16. Your Favorite Book.
17. Your Favorite Band.
18. Your Favorite character.
19. Your favorite thing to do.
20. Your favorite implement.
21. Your favorite position.
Well... that was fun!!
If you would like to try it....here's the rules.
1) Answer the questions below.
2) Take each answer and type it into Photobucket.com
3) Take a picture from the first page of results and post (use the HTML code or else it won’t post).
4) You cant copy the persons answers who posted this before you!
1. The Age you will be on your next Birthday .
2. A place you would like to travel.
3. Your Favorite Place( Somewhere you've been).
4. Your Favorite Object.
5. Your Favorite Food.
6. Your Favorite Animal.
7. Your Favorite Color.
8. Your dream job.
9. Your dream car.
10. The Name of your Pet.
11. The 1st name of your current love.
12. Your nickname.
13. A bad habit of yours.
14. Your 1st Job.
15. Your Grandmother's Name .
16. Your Favorite Book.
17. Your Favorite Band.
18. Your Favorite character.
19. Your favorite thing to do.
20. Your favorite implement.
21. Your favorite position.
Well... that was fun!!
funny
Bossman told me a funny story about work. I just HAD to share it with you all.
Seems one of the guys at work didn't do something he was suppose to do. Bossman emailed one of the supervisors and told him the problem.
The supervisor e-mails back one very funny line:
Looks like he needs a case of red ass.
So spanko or not? I know what I think, what do you think?
Seems one of the guys at work didn't do something he was suppose to do. Bossman emailed one of the supervisors and told him the problem.
The supervisor e-mails back one very funny line:
Looks like he needs a case of red ass.
So spanko or not? I know what I think, what do you think?
blindfolds can be fun
Health update: I'm still feeling ok, the pain is going away, which it usually does after a week or two. I tried to change docs, but both that I picked said they couldn't see me until April. No more heart racing, I think I'll give that up and try horse racing instead. HA!
It was brought to my attention that doing a post on blindfolds would be cool, so I thought I'd give it a go.
First let me start with this. When I am spanked, I have a hard time looking at Bossman when it's over. I don't know why. I think it has something to do with embarrassment and possibly some shame. Not necessarily shame at what I did to get the spanking, more of the shame of letting my husband spank me. It's something that I struggle with a lot. Although I'm a spanko at heart, I still find it hard to accept. My head tells me that it's ok. There is nothing wrong with letting your husband spank you. I can even write it here, or encourage others that struggle with the same problem. BUT, letting myself feel ok with myself, that is really hard for me. Something I will probably always struggle with. So, looking at my husband after he's reddened my bottom? It's not something I enjoy doing.
Now the reason I felt the need to say all that is because this is about blindfolds.
Bossman and I started using blindfolds when we were trying some light bondage. This was before I let it be known that I would like to be spanked. Telling someone that you wouldn't mind being tied up is way easier than telling someone you want them to spank you. Weird huh?
Anyway, so we tried a blindfold and I LOVE it. Funny thing is, we haven't played with the blindfolds for a long time, so when we used them last weekend I realized how much I missed using one.
For me, it's an easy way to hide. Remember when you had a baby and would play peek-a-boo? The baby would think that if they covered their eyes then you couldn't see them. This is how I feel. As long as my eyes are covered and I can't see him, then I don't have to take responsibility for what happens. My inner submissive thrives on having no control over what is going to happen.
But the blindfold is more than that. The blindfold give me a heighten sense of anticipation. Not knowing what is going to happen next can be very exciting.
The other senses get heightened also. When you are blindfolded you can't look at the little speck of dust on the ceiling that you keep meaning to dust and never quite get around to it. You can't look at the top of the dirty dresser and think about how you should do a better job of cleaning. You can't even see the dust on the TV screen. (YEAH, like you don't do that during sex! HA!)
So lets just agree that the blindfold keeps me on track. It helps keep me focused, very focused on what he is doing to me, and less on when is it going to be over. (Not that I EVER wonder that...nope, not me) The anticipation over where he's going to touch me next and with what is enough to drive me crazy. (in a good way, of course.)
(For Bossman: I NEVER think this way, I'm only giving examples, you know I would NEVER do that. Never! Our sex is always exciting and my mind NEVER, ever, wanders! Just thought you should know. =) )
Spankings are different when blindfolded. Not knowing which instrument will hit next, not knowing where, or how hard...all more intense when you can't see. Plus you not looking down at the carpet and wishing you had vacuumed... wait, I already covered that...
To me, blindfolds add an element of mystery. Once the blindfold is on, control is lost. Bossman is in complete control after that. If he starts doing something that would normally embarrass me, I'm not so embarrassed with a blindfold on.
So, to those of you that have yet to try a blindfold....DO IT! In my humble opinion, it's very very sexy.
Not that you asked or anything....
Oh wait, you did ask.....
Ok, well there is your answer.
It was brought to my attention that doing a post on blindfolds would be cool, so I thought I'd give it a go.
First let me start with this. When I am spanked, I have a hard time looking at Bossman when it's over. I don't know why. I think it has something to do with embarrassment and possibly some shame. Not necessarily shame at what I did to get the spanking, more of the shame of letting my husband spank me. It's something that I struggle with a lot. Although I'm a spanko at heart, I still find it hard to accept. My head tells me that it's ok. There is nothing wrong with letting your husband spank you. I can even write it here, or encourage others that struggle with the same problem. BUT, letting myself feel ok with myself, that is really hard for me. Something I will probably always struggle with. So, looking at my husband after he's reddened my bottom? It's not something I enjoy doing.
Now the reason I felt the need to say all that is because this is about blindfolds.
Bossman and I started using blindfolds when we were trying some light bondage. This was before I let it be known that I would like to be spanked. Telling someone that you wouldn't mind being tied up is way easier than telling someone you want them to spank you. Weird huh?
Anyway, so we tried a blindfold and I LOVE it. Funny thing is, we haven't played with the blindfolds for a long time, so when we used them last weekend I realized how much I missed using one.
For me, it's an easy way to hide. Remember when you had a baby and would play peek-a-boo? The baby would think that if they covered their eyes then you couldn't see them. This is how I feel. As long as my eyes are covered and I can't see him, then I don't have to take responsibility for what happens. My inner submissive thrives on having no control over what is going to happen.
But the blindfold is more than that. The blindfold give me a heighten sense of anticipation. Not knowing what is going to happen next can be very exciting.
The other senses get heightened also. When you are blindfolded you can't look at the little speck of dust on the ceiling that you keep meaning to dust and never quite get around to it. You can't look at the top of the dirty dresser and think about how you should do a better job of cleaning. You can't even see the dust on the TV screen. (YEAH, like you don't do that during sex! HA!)
So lets just agree that the blindfold keeps me on track. It helps keep me focused, very focused on what he is doing to me, and less on when is it going to be over. (Not that I EVER wonder that...nope, not me) The anticipation over where he's going to touch me next and with what is enough to drive me crazy. (in a good way, of course.)
(For Bossman: I NEVER think this way, I'm only giving examples, you know I would NEVER do that. Never! Our sex is always exciting and my mind NEVER, ever, wanders! Just thought you should know. =) )
Spankings are different when blindfolded. Not knowing which instrument will hit next, not knowing where, or how hard...all more intense when you can't see. Plus you not looking down at the carpet and wishing you had vacuumed... wait, I already covered that...
To me, blindfolds add an element of mystery. Once the blindfold is on, control is lost. Bossman is in complete control after that. If he starts doing something that would normally embarrass me, I'm not so embarrassed with a blindfold on.
So, to those of you that have yet to try a blindfold....DO IT! In my humble opinion, it's very very sexy.
Not that you asked or anything....
Oh wait, you did ask.....
Ok, well there is your answer.
Thank you
Thank you so much for all the prayers and concerns. Seems I will live another day! Hooray for me!
I promise, I will get back to the blindfold post. It's still sitting in the draft box, taunting me. At first I figured it would be a nice little post, but it turns out I have a lot to say on the subject! (who knew?)
So before the end of the week, I will try and get it finished, but for now, I must recap on the health issues.
Here's the scoop. Every once in awhile, I tend to get pain that is in my shoulder, but also in my neck and chest. It's hard to describe the pain. It's not a pain that has been caused by injury. I can freely move my arms and shoulders with no problem and no pain. The pain is usually on one side or the other, not usually on both sides AND its much worse when I lay down. Laying down can cause it to be very painful and hard to breath, but usually once it "settles" it is ok. Turning from side to side while sleeping can also cause the pain.
I've gotten this pain numerous times in the past 8 years. It usually will last for a couple of days to a week and then it will be gone. I had it last December when I was so sick, and then I didn't get again until Oct.
Needless to say, I got the pain again last Monday night. It's in my right side. It hurts to breath and laying down is just not possible. Finally, yesterday morning I thought I would call the doc and make an appointment. Last time I had the pain, they thought it was infection around my heart, or my lungs. Last time the gave me anti inflammatory medication. It seemed to help. So I was hoping they would give me some more of those.
Yesterday around noon, I felt like my heart was racing. Seeing as how I was sitting on my butt watching tv, there didn't seem to be a good reason for this. I got out the portable bloodpressure taker and checked my BP and pulse. Well, they were HIGH and my pulse was in the 140's. So I tried calling my doc office, but they were at lunch. So I called Bossman, who promptly said he was coming home to take me to the ER.
When you have a pulse of 160, which is how high it was when I got to ER, well, there was no waiting for me. As a matter of fact, the moved an old guy out to the hall so I could have his room, which I felt bad about.
They took a EKG and said everything looked good there. My pulse was high and the bp was really high 181/110. YIKES. But everything else looked good.
So the doc took a look at my old records from last year and by the time he finished that, my heart rate and bp looked good.
He said everything looked good, there was really no reason for it to happen, it just did, and since I would be seeing my doc in the morning, I was good to go.
So this morning I went to my own doc. Well, actually, I saw a new doc to the practice. Since I am not keen on my own doc, this was fine with me. Unfortunately this new guy...not much better!
The good news? My heart rate and bp were fine.
Do they know what the pain is? NO. Do they care about my heart? NO.
Basically, he said that he thought my shoulder has inflammation. Now remember, I said I have complete movement in my shoulders. BUT, he starts pressing down on my shoulder, REALLY hard, like knuckles in muscle hard. Does that hurt? HELL YES! If your going to press your knuckles all the way to my BONES! SHEEZ!
So because I said that hurt, he saids I need to have cortizone shot? WHAT the HELL??
I said, nope, I'll have to think about that. Then he tells Bossman that I will probably need some therapy. WHAT? What the heck kind of therapy do I need on a shoulder that works fine? Bossman said later that maybe he meant MENTAL therapy! I only need mental therapy because HE is making me mentally insane!
Furthermore, he said that he could tell I was a worrier and that was probably my biggest problem.
So, from what I gathered is this....
1. I'm a worrier
2. I need therapy
3. It hurts when someone pushes their knuckles into your shoulder
4. Cortizon shots will cure everything
5. I hate my doctor!
Lucky for you, I will live another day.
I'm so done with doctors!
Now, I need to get finished with my blindfold post before I keel over from worry!
I promise, I will get back to the blindfold post. It's still sitting in the draft box, taunting me. At first I figured it would be a nice little post, but it turns out I have a lot to say on the subject! (who knew?)
So before the end of the week, I will try and get it finished, but for now, I must recap on the health issues.
Here's the scoop. Every once in awhile, I tend to get pain that is in my shoulder, but also in my neck and chest. It's hard to describe the pain. It's not a pain that has been caused by injury. I can freely move my arms and shoulders with no problem and no pain. The pain is usually on one side or the other, not usually on both sides AND its much worse when I lay down. Laying down can cause it to be very painful and hard to breath, but usually once it "settles" it is ok. Turning from side to side while sleeping can also cause the pain.
I've gotten this pain numerous times in the past 8 years. It usually will last for a couple of days to a week and then it will be gone. I had it last December when I was so sick, and then I didn't get again until Oct.
Needless to say, I got the pain again last Monday night. It's in my right side. It hurts to breath and laying down is just not possible. Finally, yesterday morning I thought I would call the doc and make an appointment. Last time I had the pain, they thought it was infection around my heart, or my lungs. Last time the gave me anti inflammatory medication. It seemed to help. So I was hoping they would give me some more of those.
Yesterday around noon, I felt like my heart was racing. Seeing as how I was sitting on my butt watching tv, there didn't seem to be a good reason for this. I got out the portable bloodpressure taker and checked my BP and pulse. Well, they were HIGH and my pulse was in the 140's. So I tried calling my doc office, but they were at lunch. So I called Bossman, who promptly said he was coming home to take me to the ER.
When you have a pulse of 160, which is how high it was when I got to ER, well, there was no waiting for me. As a matter of fact, the moved an old guy out to the hall so I could have his room, which I felt bad about.
They took a EKG and said everything looked good there. My pulse was high and the bp was really high 181/110. YIKES. But everything else looked good.
So the doc took a look at my old records from last year and by the time he finished that, my heart rate and bp looked good.
He said everything looked good, there was really no reason for it to happen, it just did, and since I would be seeing my doc in the morning, I was good to go.
So this morning I went to my own doc. Well, actually, I saw a new doc to the practice. Since I am not keen on my own doc, this was fine with me. Unfortunately this new guy...not much better!
The good news? My heart rate and bp were fine.
Do they know what the pain is? NO. Do they care about my heart? NO.
Basically, he said that he thought my shoulder has inflammation. Now remember, I said I have complete movement in my shoulders. BUT, he starts pressing down on my shoulder, REALLY hard, like knuckles in muscle hard. Does that hurt? HELL YES! If your going to press your knuckles all the way to my BONES! SHEEZ!
So because I said that hurt, he saids I need to have cortizone shot? WHAT the HELL??
I said, nope, I'll have to think about that. Then he tells Bossman that I will probably need some therapy. WHAT? What the heck kind of therapy do I need on a shoulder that works fine? Bossman said later that maybe he meant MENTAL therapy! I only need mental therapy because HE is making me mentally insane!
Furthermore, he said that he could tell I was a worrier and that was probably my biggest problem.
So, from what I gathered is this....
1. I'm a worrier
2. I need therapy
3. It hurts when someone pushes their knuckles into your shoulder
4. Cortizon shots will cure everything
5. I hate my doctor!
Lucky for you, I will live another day.
I'm so done with doctors!
Now, I need to get finished with my blindfold post before I keel over from worry!
We interupt this regularly scheduled blog.....
I have a really nice post about blindfolds just waiting to be finished.
Unfortunately, I ended up back in the ER with my heart doing about 160.
After 3 hours (a new ER record) I was sent home.
The good news, They can't find anything wrong. The bad news, They can't find anything wrong.
So, I will go see my doc tomorrow and see if he can make heads or tails out of it.
Until then, keep me in your prayers, (if you pray) or a nice thought will do.
I promise I'll be back with a great post about blindfolds.
Unfortunately, I ended up back in the ER with my heart doing about 160.
After 3 hours (a new ER record) I was sent home.
The good news, They can't find anything wrong. The bad news, They can't find anything wrong.
So, I will go see my doc tomorrow and see if he can make heads or tails out of it.
Until then, keep me in your prayers, (if you pray) or a nice thought will do.
I promise I'll be back with a great post about blindfolds.
Is it Friday yet?
Wow, this week has gone by fast and furious. There has been a lot going on around here and it's been keeping me away from the computer.
So, lets jump right to Saturday night. When I last left you, Bossman was taking the little man to a friends house. I was pretty sure that this meant we were going to have some fun.
I was a little worried though. See there was a play-off game on TV and lord knows, my man loves his football.
When he got home, he went straight back to the TV. I wasn't too happy about this, but I figured it would be over soon, so I didn't worry to much.
1 hour later.....I was not happy. Since he was ignoring me, and since I have the sense of a flea, I huffed out of the room. I mean really, I couldn't think of ANY other way of getting his attention? Sometimes I amaze myself at my stupidness.
But, I guess the huff worked. He called me to him, but I decided I was mad, so why bother. Well, he took care of that in short order. He followed me to the bedroom and pulled me straight over his knee. It was a small spanking, just enough to get my attention.
Then we got into something more comfortable. We tumbled on the bed, kissing like we haven't kissed in a while.
Next thing I know, he's brought out the briefcase. The briefcase is where all our fun stuff is hidden so the kids won't find it. You can call it the toybox if you'd like.
He pulled out the blindfold and then he spanked me long and hard. It was one of the times where everything, including the spanking, felt really really good.
Then he lead me to the living room. He turned on a kinky show from HBO. I don't know the name, as I was still blindfolded.
We sat on the sofa and touched and kissed and I listened to people having sex on TV.
I guess we all know what happens next...don't we?
I'll tell you this, we've learned that having sex on the sofa takes a lot out of Bossmans knees. And, we ain't as young as we used to be.
But all it all, it was very, very sexy. Very passionate. And my butt was very very red the next day. I would say those are all signs of a very fun night!
So, how was yours?
So, lets jump right to Saturday night. When I last left you, Bossman was taking the little man to a friends house. I was pretty sure that this meant we were going to have some fun.
I was a little worried though. See there was a play-off game on TV and lord knows, my man loves his football.
When he got home, he went straight back to the TV. I wasn't too happy about this, but I figured it would be over soon, so I didn't worry to much.
1 hour later.....I was not happy. Since he was ignoring me, and since I have the sense of a flea, I huffed out of the room. I mean really, I couldn't think of ANY other way of getting his attention? Sometimes I amaze myself at my stupidness.
But, I guess the huff worked. He called me to him, but I decided I was mad, so why bother. Well, he took care of that in short order. He followed me to the bedroom and pulled me straight over his knee. It was a small spanking, just enough to get my attention.
Then we got into something more comfortable. We tumbled on the bed, kissing like we haven't kissed in a while.
Next thing I know, he's brought out the briefcase. The briefcase is where all our fun stuff is hidden so the kids won't find it. You can call it the toybox if you'd like.
He pulled out the blindfold and then he spanked me long and hard. It was one of the times where everything, including the spanking, felt really really good.
Then he lead me to the living room. He turned on a kinky show from HBO. I don't know the name, as I was still blindfolded.
We sat on the sofa and touched and kissed and I listened to people having sex on TV.
I guess we all know what happens next...don't we?
I'll tell you this, we've learned that having sex on the sofa takes a lot out of Bossmans knees. And, we ain't as young as we used to be.
But all it all, it was very, very sexy. Very passionate. And my butt was very very red the next day. I would say those are all signs of a very fun night!
So, how was yours?
I have nothing to write about, but the night is young
I was sitting here surfing the net, trying to figure out what I should write about.
There haven't been any spankings. For this I am most regretful.
I haven't seen or talked to the MIL since Christmas, so no good stuff to write about there.
The kids, and when I say kids, I mean the wildchild, have been behaving themselves.
Bossman has been working his ass off, so not much time with him lately.
I could talk about my adorable nephew. He's learned to crawl and is keeping Auntie on her toes. He has also decided to pull himself up on anything that looks remotely dangerous. He's taken a fancy to electrical sockets and sharp objects. Aren't they fun at this age? Believe me, I love every minute of it.
So, what is left to write about?
How about the fact that my daughter is spending the night at a friends house and my son just got a call from his friend, and Bossman just left to take him to his friends house for the night?
Hhhhhmmmmmmm......I'm feelin' lucky!
Real lucky!
Guess I should go put on the good underwear and light some candles. Oh shoot, do you think I have time to shave my legs? Aw crap, I know I don't have time to clean the bedroom up. Curse me and the damn laundry!!!!!
Well, I could throw everything in the closet.
Yeah, I better get going. He'll be home any minute!
Whoooo Hooooooo!!!!!!!
There haven't been any spankings. For this I am most regretful.
I haven't seen or talked to the MIL since Christmas, so no good stuff to write about there.
The kids, and when I say kids, I mean the wildchild, have been behaving themselves.
Bossman has been working his ass off, so not much time with him lately.
I could talk about my adorable nephew. He's learned to crawl and is keeping Auntie on her toes. He has also decided to pull himself up on anything that looks remotely dangerous. He's taken a fancy to electrical sockets and sharp objects. Aren't they fun at this age? Believe me, I love every minute of it.
So, what is left to write about?
How about the fact that my daughter is spending the night at a friends house and my son just got a call from his friend, and Bossman just left to take him to his friends house for the night?
Hhhhhmmmmmmm......I'm feelin' lucky!
Real lucky!
Guess I should go put on the good underwear and light some candles. Oh shoot, do you think I have time to shave my legs? Aw crap, I know I don't have time to clean the bedroom up. Curse me and the damn laundry!!!!!
Well, I could throw everything in the closet.
Yeah, I better get going. He'll be home any minute!
Whoooo Hooooooo!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday!
Count Your Garden
Count your garden
By the flowers...
Never by the leaves that fall.
Count your days
By golden hours...
Don't remember clouds at all.
Count your nights by stars...
Not shadows.
Count your years with smiles...
Not tears.
Count your blessings...
Not your troubles.
Count your age by friends...
Not years.
(Lyvonn Berry)
Hope your day is EXTRA special!
Love ya,
grace
snippets of Christmas
Bossman and I bought my MIL a tea set for Christmas. It is a very nice tea set and it was the very first gift we bought, a LONG time ago.
As she opens the tea set, she pulls out one of the cups. Now the cups are on the tiny side. It's a regular size tea set and it's a pattern that she collects but I admit, the cups are kind of small. So she pulls out one of the cups first and says, "wow, this is really nice, but I don't play with dolls anymore."
~sigh~
At dinner, the MIL proudly proclaims that she has been sending money to a charity and that they send her such nice handwritten letters thanking her. This is nice, I'm thinking to myself, but I'm sure the charity doesn't have time to write everyone a handwritten note every time they donate.
But still, a nice thing for her to do. (I am still thinking to myself.)
She then ruins the entire thought by proclaiming, "well, you know, muslims* believe in giving to charity."
As opposed to....what? Christians don't?
Oh and guess how much she donates? Because I know your thinking to yourself that she must have donated quite a lot of money to receive a handwritten note...right?
$30.00.
As in thirty dollars.
~sigh~
Oh and just so you don't think I'm just picking on her, I thought you should know that the church she left (the one I still attend) has a community center that opens every Tuesday to give food and clothes to the needy.
But I forgot, we are Christians, so that doesn't count. Plus, we don't send out handwritten notes to people that donate. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that in the 60 years she went to said church, she never donated money.
~sigh~
I bought one of my nephews a Noah's Ark little people set. While playing with it with him we started naming all the animals, because that's what you do with a 2 year old. When we got to the people I didn't know Noah's wifes name. So I named her Mrs. Ark.
Fast forward to later that evening. I ask my FIL what Noah's wifes name is because he knows the Bible like the back of his hand and he is NOT muslim with my MIL. He doesn't know the answer so he gets out the Bible. He said it doesn't mention her name. Then, my MIL says, "we should look it up in the koran, for the true story of Noah is in the koran."
~sigh~
I'll get right on that. Right after I read the torah and the book of morman and what ever it is that the other religions read.
Other than that, our Christmas was great. But here are a few things I learned about muslims that I didn't know.
1. They don't believe in paying interest for things. (but me, I LOVE paying interest, the higher the better, I always say)
2. They celebrate Christmas, but they don't believe in spending a lot of money on Christmas. (I, on the other hand, spend gobs and gobs of money.)
3. They believe in giving to charity. (I don't. I'm selfish and I hoard all my money and charge people lots of interest if they borrow from me.)
As I learn new things I will share them with you. I feel it's my duty to pass along all this newfound knowledge so that we can all be better informed!
*just so you know, I am not bashing muslims. I believe the muslims have every right to worship as they please. I am only here to bash my mother-in-law. I believe it is my right to bash my MIL whenever I see fit. Plus, she makes it so damn easy. crap, now I'm probably going to burn in hell....
As she opens the tea set, she pulls out one of the cups. Now the cups are on the tiny side. It's a regular size tea set and it's a pattern that she collects but I admit, the cups are kind of small. So she pulls out one of the cups first and says, "wow, this is really nice, but I don't play with dolls anymore."
~sigh~
At dinner, the MIL proudly proclaims that she has been sending money to a charity and that they send her such nice handwritten letters thanking her. This is nice, I'm thinking to myself, but I'm sure the charity doesn't have time to write everyone a handwritten note every time they donate.
But still, a nice thing for her to do. (I am still thinking to myself.)
She then ruins the entire thought by proclaiming, "well, you know, muslims* believe in giving to charity."
As opposed to....what? Christians don't?
Oh and guess how much she donates? Because I know your thinking to yourself that she must have donated quite a lot of money to receive a handwritten note...right?
$30.00.
As in thirty dollars.
~sigh~
Oh and just so you don't think I'm just picking on her, I thought you should know that the church she left (the one I still attend) has a community center that opens every Tuesday to give food and clothes to the needy.
But I forgot, we are Christians, so that doesn't count. Plus, we don't send out handwritten notes to people that donate. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that in the 60 years she went to said church, she never donated money.
~sigh~
I bought one of my nephews a Noah's Ark little people set. While playing with it with him we started naming all the animals, because that's what you do with a 2 year old. When we got to the people I didn't know Noah's wifes name. So I named her Mrs. Ark.
Fast forward to later that evening. I ask my FIL what Noah's wifes name is because he knows the Bible like the back of his hand and he is NOT muslim with my MIL. He doesn't know the answer so he gets out the Bible. He said it doesn't mention her name. Then, my MIL says, "we should look it up in the koran, for the true story of Noah is in the koran."
~sigh~
I'll get right on that. Right after I read the torah and the book of morman and what ever it is that the other religions read.
Other than that, our Christmas was great. But here are a few things I learned about muslims that I didn't know.
1. They don't believe in paying interest for things. (but me, I LOVE paying interest, the higher the better, I always say)
2. They celebrate Christmas, but they don't believe in spending a lot of money on Christmas. (I, on the other hand, spend gobs and gobs of money.)
3. They believe in giving to charity. (I don't. I'm selfish and I hoard all my money and charge people lots of interest if they borrow from me.)
As I learn new things I will share them with you. I feel it's my duty to pass along all this newfound knowledge so that we can all be better informed!
*just so you know, I am not bashing muslims. I believe the muslims have every right to worship as they please. I am only here to bash my mother-in-law. I believe it is my right to bash my MIL whenever I see fit. Plus, she makes it so damn easy. crap, now I'm probably going to burn in hell....
Old Year wrap-up
As most of us do on New Years, I'm thinking back on the year that is finished. As I look back, I can't help but think, "what the hell did I accomplish this year?"
Well, lets see.....
January: I was still sick. I was getting better, but still the sickness was still there. To this day, we are still unclear as to what it was that actually made me sick. Luckily, it wasn't long after the new year started that I was feeling much better. January also brought me to the wonderful world of teenagers-who-don't-give-a-shit-about-school. Yes, January was fun times for one and all.
February: This was the month where I had to decide whether I should beat the wildchild, or simply lock myself in the insane asylum. Actually, it was the month we pulled the wildchild out of school and embarked on independent study program. Turns out, this was the BEST thing we ever did for the wildchild. Oh yeah, I also had a pap smear. Can you say, YUCK?
March: The month of our anniversary. Bossman and I took a little road trip to celebrate the 18 year of our marriage. After returning I found that a party had been held at my place! After sifting through 70 comments (wow) I found out who the culprits were and they were dealt with appropriately. My blog also celebrated it's 3rd anniversay. March was also the month I spoke to these two on the phone for the first time. My my, March was a busy month for me.
April: Ahhhh, April was the month we stole the coffee from Grandma! Just thinking about that mission makes me laugh. You know, she never asked about that coffee? It's still sitting in my cabinet, unused. I should have given it to her from Christmas, it would have made the perfect gift, don'cha think? Also, we got our new car. Ok, it's used, but it's new to us and we LOVE it!
May: I turned 39? Need I say more? Does this mean I will turn 40 this May? I'm gonna have to think long and hard about that one. Well, I guess I should mention that the cutest little angel in the world was born right after I turned 39. I would post a picture of my nephew, but then I would have to poke all your eyes out....or kill you. So, in order to save your eyes and lives, I'll just let you all imagine how cute he really is.
June: My little man turned 9! After celebrating that for 3 hundred weeks, I had nothing to write about. Except the wildchild got her drivers license. June was a fairly boring month. After birthdays, that is.
July: Did I mention that June was boring...cuz really, what WAS I thinking? July 1st had us dealing with the wildchild, ONCE AGAIN! Coming home drunk and stuff....wow, that was REALLY fun. If I could do that again, I so would...NOT! After dealing with that, I then had to jump head first into the wonderful world of HMO's. Oh how I love the HMO! How I would give anything if you ALL could have HMO. For if you did, we could all be in HMO HELL together....it would be fun, trust me.
August: Tonsil surgery! Whoo hoo! If it's not one thing, it's another, when it comes to the wildchild. She really kept me on my toes this summer! Did I mention she's a drama queen? I had to miss the Dodgers to nurse my little wild one back to health. Little did I know that the drama was just beginning and we would end up in the hospital numerous times with her bleeding throat. Fun, fun times.
September: After getting everyone settled into school, I thought life would get boring. THEN the little man broke his elbow in football. THEN we were told it wasn't broken, THEN we were told it was. Long story short, it wasn't.
October: This was the month we find out the MIL has decided to turn muslim. The once, very strict christian decided that christians were evil and she should be muslim. Not that she's ever worshiped with another muslim before. In our house we call it her "internet" religion. Not that I am against muslims...No sirreee, not me. But it's her, it's family, it's just WEIRD!
November: My wildchild turned 17. GAH! When did this happen, and where was I? You turn your back for one second and BLAM, they go and grow up on ya! Sheez....
Hooray for me, I didn't get sick this year on Thanksgiving! I celebrated with the muslim! I wonder if now that she's muslim she'll still try and still my coffee? I'll let you know!
December: I made it through the year! We had a terrific holiday! Everyone is healthy and happy. Life is good and I'm looking forward to a great 2008!
So, that's my year in review. If your still reading it, I just want to know WHY?? Pretty boring year, in most respects. But hey, it was my year and I LIKED it!
Anything you'd like to share about YOUR year? Please feel free. I love finding out what others have done.
As for resolutions, I gave those up a long time ago. What's the point in making one, just so a week from now you can feel bad about yourself that you didn't keep it?
But I'm still hoping for one thing. This one thing would make my year complete
I'm still going to hope for more spankings! That, and that I win the lotto!
Happy New Year everyone!!!
Well, lets see.....
January: I was still sick. I was getting better, but still the sickness was still there. To this day, we are still unclear as to what it was that actually made me sick. Luckily, it wasn't long after the new year started that I was feeling much better. January also brought me to the wonderful world of teenagers-who-don't-give-a-shit-about-school. Yes, January was fun times for one and all.
February: This was the month where I had to decide whether I should beat the wildchild, or simply lock myself in the insane asylum. Actually, it was the month we pulled the wildchild out of school and embarked on independent study program. Turns out, this was the BEST thing we ever did for the wildchild. Oh yeah, I also had a pap smear. Can you say, YUCK?
March: The month of our anniversary. Bossman and I took a little road trip to celebrate the 18 year of our marriage. After returning I found that a party had been held at my place! After sifting through 70 comments (wow) I found out who the culprits were and they were dealt with appropriately. My blog also celebrated it's 3rd anniversay. March was also the month I spoke to these two on the phone for the first time. My my, March was a busy month for me.
April: Ahhhh, April was the month we stole the coffee from Grandma! Just thinking about that mission makes me laugh. You know, she never asked about that coffee? It's still sitting in my cabinet, unused. I should have given it to her from Christmas, it would have made the perfect gift, don'cha think? Also, we got our new car. Ok, it's used, but it's new to us and we LOVE it!
May: I turned 39? Need I say more? Does this mean I will turn 40 this May? I'm gonna have to think long and hard about that one. Well, I guess I should mention that the cutest little angel in the world was born right after I turned 39. I would post a picture of my nephew, but then I would have to poke all your eyes out....or kill you. So, in order to save your eyes and lives, I'll just let you all imagine how cute he really is.
June: My little man turned 9! After celebrating that for 3 hundred weeks, I had nothing to write about. Except the wildchild got her drivers license. June was a fairly boring month. After birthdays, that is.
July: Did I mention that June was boring...cuz really, what WAS I thinking? July 1st had us dealing with the wildchild, ONCE AGAIN! Coming home drunk and stuff....wow, that was REALLY fun. If I could do that again, I so would...NOT! After dealing with that, I then had to jump head first into the wonderful world of HMO's. Oh how I love the HMO! How I would give anything if you ALL could have HMO. For if you did, we could all be in HMO HELL together....it would be fun, trust me.
August: Tonsil surgery! Whoo hoo! If it's not one thing, it's another, when it comes to the wildchild. She really kept me on my toes this summer! Did I mention she's a drama queen? I had to miss the Dodgers to nurse my little wild one back to health. Little did I know that the drama was just beginning and we would end up in the hospital numerous times with her bleeding throat. Fun, fun times.
September: After getting everyone settled into school, I thought life would get boring. THEN the little man broke his elbow in football. THEN we were told it wasn't broken, THEN we were told it was. Long story short, it wasn't.
October: This was the month we find out the MIL has decided to turn muslim. The once, very strict christian decided that christians were evil and she should be muslim. Not that she's ever worshiped with another muslim before. In our house we call it her "internet" religion. Not that I am against muslims...No sirreee, not me. But it's her, it's family, it's just WEIRD!
November: My wildchild turned 17. GAH! When did this happen, and where was I? You turn your back for one second and BLAM, they go and grow up on ya! Sheez....
Hooray for me, I didn't get sick this year on Thanksgiving! I celebrated with the muslim! I wonder if now that she's muslim she'll still try and still my coffee? I'll let you know!
December: I made it through the year! We had a terrific holiday! Everyone is healthy and happy. Life is good and I'm looking forward to a great 2008!
So, that's my year in review. If your still reading it, I just want to know WHY?? Pretty boring year, in most respects. But hey, it was my year and I LIKED it!
Anything you'd like to share about YOUR year? Please feel free. I love finding out what others have done.
As for resolutions, I gave those up a long time ago. What's the point in making one, just so a week from now you can feel bad about yourself that you didn't keep it?
But I'm still hoping for one thing. This one thing would make my year complete
I'm still going to hope for more spankings! That, and that I win the lotto!
Happy New Year everyone!!!
Hhmmmm.....
My vanilla friend gave this to me yesterday. A late Christmas present.
Of course you know where my mind went.....wouldn't yours?
I wonder what THAT is gonna feel like.......
And will it leave a smiley face on my behind?
Of course you know where my mind went.....wouldn't yours?
I wonder what THAT is gonna feel like.......
And will it leave a smiley face on my behind?
Twas two days after Christmas....
Twas two days after Christmas
and all through the house
there were wrapping and
trappings strewn all through the house
The stockings were flung
on the floor without care
with signs that Saint Nicholas
had already been there....
YEP....this exactly describes my house right now! It's in shambles and I LOVE IT!
Oh baby, we had a great christmas! Everyone got everything their hearts desired and more. I guess none of us made it on the naughty list....
Although, I'm demanding a recount on that!
In any case, Christmas came, and Christmas went. Did it seem like it came awfully fast?
I know, one minute I'm complaining that the decorations are up the day after Halloween and the next I'm complaining that Christmas came to quickly! I guess there is just NO making me happy.
Hope your Christmas was as great as mine!
And now let me be the first to say.....
Happy New Year!!!!
and all through the house
there were wrapping and
trappings strewn all through the house
The stockings were flung
on the floor without care
with signs that Saint Nicholas
had already been there....
YEP....this exactly describes my house right now! It's in shambles and I LOVE IT!
Oh baby, we had a great christmas! Everyone got everything their hearts desired and more. I guess none of us made it on the naughty list....
Although, I'm demanding a recount on that!
In any case, Christmas came, and Christmas went. Did it seem like it came awfully fast?
I know, one minute I'm complaining that the decorations are up the day after Halloween and the next I'm complaining that Christmas came to quickly! I guess there is just NO making me happy.
Hope your Christmas was as great as mine!
And now let me be the first to say.....
Happy New Year!!!!
A very Merry....Whatever!
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What can I say PK?
I'm sorry I missed your birthday! I sure hope you had a great day!
You know I love you!
You know I love you!
Lock down
Yesterday my daughters school had a frightening incident. Luckily, the wildchild was not on campus! She was at a choir performance that they had at the hospital. It was lunch time.
Apparently, some kids decided to fight. But this was a pretty bad fight and it was at lunch time. The principal called for a lockdown. They rang the bell, 10 minutes early, and all the kids that were on campus had to go to class. They locked all the gates into the school, so anyone that was off campus couldn't go to class.
The wildchild frantically called me, to tell me that they had just arrived back on campus and there were at least 10 police cars and an ambulance on the scene. The gates were locked and nobody was around to find out what they should do. They got scared, thinking there might be a shooter on campus, so they were smart enough to realize that they should get OUT of there ASAP. She called to tell me that they were heading to our house.
I wasn't home at the time, but I was thankful that she was ok. I was heading to the little man's school, for he made the honor roll (HOORAY) and he was having an assembly. While we were at the assembly, we got a call from the high school telling us it was in a lock down.
Now, since I already knew this, and I knew the wildchild was at home, I wasn't worried. BUT, I started thinking.
What if I didn't know? What if my daughter hadn't called me. What if she was on campus? The call didn't say WHY they were on lock down. So, how were we suppose to know if our children were safe?
On the news that night, they interviewed some of the kids. I guess they were locked in the classes for 2 hours. I guess they were NOT informed as to why there was a lock down, so they didn't know what was happening. Some of the kids thought there was a shooter on campus!
Don't you think they could have at least announced that there wasn't a shooter, or that they were safe?
My daughter was not on campus, but while she was home, kids from her 5th period were calling her because they KNEW she had been on campus earlier in the day and they were worried about her. They didn't realize that she had left with the choir. She was able to tell her friends that it was about a fight. (because they scrolled it across the TV)
Anyway, I'm glad they were able to contact us, the parents, as quickly as they did. I only hope that next time they try to inform us a little bit further so they don't have frantic parents running down to the school because they think there is a shooter on campus. (Which some parents did!)
While I was at the assembly, other parents were receiving the call from the high school. Some seemed upset and weren't sure what to do. But I notice that they did get a hold of their student so they stayed for the assembly.
So, hows that for excitement?
In further news, lets go back to the whole HONOR ROLL thing. In case you missed it.
Yes, the little man is ON the HONOR ROLL!!! I am sooooo proud of him! I get to be one of those parents with the honor roll bumper sticker! Although, kudos to my sons school for giving the kids the plastic clingy thing to put on our car instead of the big sticky bumper sticker! They also honored them with a free dinner to Applebees and a free pass to the head of the lunch line, which is always good on pizza day! Of course it wouldn't be complete without the honor roll pencil and ribbon and certificate. This really was an honor for him and he was so proud of himself. Then they had the kids pass out cake and punch to all the parents in honor of them supporting their kids! How cool was that???
So, in conclusion, I would like to say, both of my kids are doing well in school! I haven't been able to say that for a very long time! But I don't know if I mentioned that the wildchild did not receive a singe D or F on her report card. Not only that, but she had to take night classes to make up for the classes she did fail over the years and she passed those too!!!! Looks like she will definitely graduate!
Have a great weekend everyone!!!
Apparently, some kids decided to fight. But this was a pretty bad fight and it was at lunch time. The principal called for a lockdown. They rang the bell, 10 minutes early, and all the kids that were on campus had to go to class. They locked all the gates into the school, so anyone that was off campus couldn't go to class.
The wildchild frantically called me, to tell me that they had just arrived back on campus and there were at least 10 police cars and an ambulance on the scene. The gates were locked and nobody was around to find out what they should do. They got scared, thinking there might be a shooter on campus, so they were smart enough to realize that they should get OUT of there ASAP. She called to tell me that they were heading to our house.
I wasn't home at the time, but I was thankful that she was ok. I was heading to the little man's school, for he made the honor roll (HOORAY) and he was having an assembly. While we were at the assembly, we got a call from the high school telling us it was in a lock down.
Now, since I already knew this, and I knew the wildchild was at home, I wasn't worried. BUT, I started thinking.
What if I didn't know? What if my daughter hadn't called me. What if she was on campus? The call didn't say WHY they were on lock down. So, how were we suppose to know if our children were safe?
On the news that night, they interviewed some of the kids. I guess they were locked in the classes for 2 hours. I guess they were NOT informed as to why there was a lock down, so they didn't know what was happening. Some of the kids thought there was a shooter on campus!
Don't you think they could have at least announced that there wasn't a shooter, or that they were safe?
My daughter was not on campus, but while she was home, kids from her 5th period were calling her because they KNEW she had been on campus earlier in the day and they were worried about her. They didn't realize that she had left with the choir. She was able to tell her friends that it was about a fight. (because they scrolled it across the TV)
Anyway, I'm glad they were able to contact us, the parents, as quickly as they did. I only hope that next time they try to inform us a little bit further so they don't have frantic parents running down to the school because they think there is a shooter on campus. (Which some parents did!)
While I was at the assembly, other parents were receiving the call from the high school. Some seemed upset and weren't sure what to do. But I notice that they did get a hold of their student so they stayed for the assembly.
So, hows that for excitement?
In further news, lets go back to the whole HONOR ROLL thing. In case you missed it.
Yes, the little man is ON the HONOR ROLL!!! I am sooooo proud of him! I get to be one of those parents with the honor roll bumper sticker! Although, kudos to my sons school for giving the kids the plastic clingy thing to put on our car instead of the big sticky bumper sticker! They also honored them with a free dinner to Applebees and a free pass to the head of the lunch line, which is always good on pizza day! Of course it wouldn't be complete without the honor roll pencil and ribbon and certificate. This really was an honor for him and he was so proud of himself. Then they had the kids pass out cake and punch to all the parents in honor of them supporting their kids! How cool was that???
So, in conclusion, I would like to say, both of my kids are doing well in school! I haven't been able to say that for a very long time! But I don't know if I mentioned that the wildchild did not receive a singe D or F on her report card. Not only that, but she had to take night classes to make up for the classes she did fail over the years and she passed those too!!!! Looks like she will definitely graduate!
Have a great weekend everyone!!!
file this under miscellaneous
I am so sucking at blogging right now! I feel like I have nothing to say.
I've been very busy, as most of you are, getting ready for the holidays. I am truly grateful that I am well enough to be busy this year. But still...I can't think of anything to write about.
Did I mention I got a Kirby vacuum? Oh YEAH baby! This is the big dog in vacuums. Let me tell you something, after vacuuming with the Kirby, I feel like a gross disgusting PIG! You should see the crap that is coming out of my carpet. Even after you vacuum it, MORE comes out. I think I live right over a dirt hole. If I keep vacuuming, I might actually make it to China. I'm sure if I peel back the carpet, I've already got a nice size hole going.
Also, I have too many christmas decorations. How in the world did I obtain 6 big plastic bins full of christmas stuff? And I can't bear to throw any of it away. Even the little glass bulbs whose paint is chipping off. I can't throw it out. ARRRGGGHHHH!
Anybody else bothered by people that put out their christmas lights BEFORE Thanksgiving? Pretty soon we will be starting the holidays at the end of halloween. Here it is the second weekend of December and I feel like we have fallen behind because we just got our tree. What is up with that? I'm still one of those old fashion gals that likes a real tree. If we put that up thanksgiving weekend, it will be DEAD by christmas and all the needles will be on the floor and all that will be left are branches.
Well, I guess that's enough whining for awhile.
Did I mention the terrific spanking I got on Friday?
I suppose you all want details.
The problem with writing about spanking is it always sounds the same to me.
Panties down
smacks to bottom
ouches and owies
touches and rubs
great sex
I can't seem to figure out how to write about a spanking without it sounding like the "same ole' thing".
Maybe I just need some more inspiration.
That must be it.
I'll tell Bossman to inspire me some more.
I'll let you know when I get inspired.
But meanwhile, know this. I am getting GREAT sex lately. Along with some GREAT spankings.
Yep, I'm a very lucky girl.
I've been very busy, as most of you are, getting ready for the holidays. I am truly grateful that I am well enough to be busy this year. But still...I can't think of anything to write about.
Did I mention I got a Kirby vacuum? Oh YEAH baby! This is the big dog in vacuums. Let me tell you something, after vacuuming with the Kirby, I feel like a gross disgusting PIG! You should see the crap that is coming out of my carpet. Even after you vacuum it, MORE comes out. I think I live right over a dirt hole. If I keep vacuuming, I might actually make it to China. I'm sure if I peel back the carpet, I've already got a nice size hole going.
Also, I have too many christmas decorations. How in the world did I obtain 6 big plastic bins full of christmas stuff? And I can't bear to throw any of it away. Even the little glass bulbs whose paint is chipping off. I can't throw it out. ARRRGGGHHHH!
Anybody else bothered by people that put out their christmas lights BEFORE Thanksgiving? Pretty soon we will be starting the holidays at the end of halloween. Here it is the second weekend of December and I feel like we have fallen behind because we just got our tree. What is up with that? I'm still one of those old fashion gals that likes a real tree. If we put that up thanksgiving weekend, it will be DEAD by christmas and all the needles will be on the floor and all that will be left are branches.
Well, I guess that's enough whining for awhile.
Did I mention the terrific spanking I got on Friday?
I suppose you all want details.
The problem with writing about spanking is it always sounds the same to me.
Panties down
smacks to bottom
ouches and owies
touches and rubs
great sex
I can't seem to figure out how to write about a spanking without it sounding like the "same ole' thing".
Maybe I just need some more inspiration.
That must be it.
I'll tell Bossman to inspire me some more.
I'll let you know when I get inspired.
But meanwhile, know this. I am getting GREAT sex lately. Along with some GREAT spankings.
Yep, I'm a very lucky girl.
Christmas Meme
If you didn't read my last post, go there NOW! It's too, too funny and I just had to share.
I found this at Eva's so here we go, lets get ready for the season!! I hope everyone will do this one.
1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Both, but I'm a lazy wrapper, so usually bags for others but wrapped for the kids.
2. Real tree or artificial? real, Bossman says we will have to be invalids to have artificial.
3. When do you put up the tree? second week of December.
4. When do you take the tree down? New Year’s Day
5. Do you like eggnog? Yes, but I am the only one in the family that does so I usually don’t buy it.
6. Favorite gift received as a child? Baby Alive
7. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes I do. I have six of them in various sizes and shapes. I love to collect them.
8. Hardest person to buy for? My mother
9. Easiest person to buy for? The kids
10. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? 3rd grade party I received socks while others got toys or candy! (I still get mad at the kid that gave them to me!)
11. Mail or email Christmas cards? Both, but mostly mail
12. Favorite Christmas movie? Elf, Elf and did I mention I like ELF??
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Christmas eve? Nah, usually the day after Thanksgiving.
14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Yes, in my defense, I got 2 of the same bath soaps, so I gave one to my daughter cuz she liked it.
15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Uh, since I like everything, it might be easier if I say what I don't like, I don't like FRUIT CAKE!
16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? Colored. I'm not a racist. LOL, just kidding, but geez people, plain white lights are BORING!
17. Favorite Christmas song? I like Jingle Bell Rock, but I really love one by Garth Brooks called, Zat you, Santa Claus?
18. Travel for Christmas or stay home? Sometimes we go to others, but mostly say home.
19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? My kids would be so sad if I didn't know them all. Dasher, Dancer , Prancer, Vixen, Comet , Cupid, Donner and Blitzen and of course, Rodolph, the red nosed Reindeer.
20. Angel on the treetop or a star? Angel
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? We do some at grandparents houses on the eve and Santa comes in the morning.
22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? Being sick, like last year. So this year, nothing will annoy me!
23. What I love most about Christmas. The music and the christmas lights and just enjoying my family.
What the heck??
Look what I found on ebay! Click here.
Make sure and scroll down....I'm sure you'll be as surprised as I was!
Too funny!
Make sure and scroll down....I'm sure you'll be as surprised as I was!
Too funny!
A love letter
Happy Birthday Babe!Remember the day we met? We were at the roller rink and I asked you to skate with me.
Did you think that we would be together forever?
It's weird to think about that time. We were both teens, not knowing the ways of the world. We had no idea what we were going to do with our lives.
So here we are, older, wiser (I hope) and still full of love.
I can't imagine where my life would have gone without you in it.
I can't imagine life without the wildchild and the little man. Without you, they wouldn't be possible.
Thank you for taking care of me, for loving me and for blessing me with your soul and your heart.
I love you Sweetheart!
(since I can't figure out how to post a song on my blog, you'll just have to read the lyrics!)
if there were no words
no way to speak
i would still hear you
if there were no tears
no way to feel inside
i'd still feel for you
and even if the sun refused to shine
even if romance ran out of rhyme
you wuld still have my heart until the end of time
you're all i need, my love, my Valentine.
all of my life
i have been waiting for
all you give to me
you've opened my eyes
and shown me how to love unselfishly
i've dreamed of this a thousand times before
in my dreams i couldn't love you more
i will give you my heart
until the end of time
you're all i need, my love, my Valentine
and even if the sun refused to shine
even if romance ran out of rhyme
you would still have my heart until the end of time
'cause all i need is you, my Valentine
you're all i need, my love, my Valentine
Love always and forever,no way to speak
i would still hear you
if there were no tears
no way to feel inside
i'd still feel for you
and even if the sun refused to shine
even if romance ran out of rhyme
you wuld still have my heart until the end of time
you're all i need, my love, my Valentine.
all of my life
i have been waiting for
all you give to me
you've opened my eyes
and shown me how to love unselfishly
i've dreamed of this a thousand times before
in my dreams i couldn't love you more
i will give you my heart
until the end of time
you're all i need, my love, my Valentine
and even if the sun refused to shine
even if romance ran out of rhyme
you would still have my heart until the end of time
'cause all i need is you, my Valentine
you're all i need, my love, my Valentine
Your wife
home at last!
I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I certainly had a great one.
Last year, I was taken to the hospital for Thanksgiving, in an ambulance. Not so fun. Boy am I thankful that I was able to enjoy Thanksgiving without being sick.
This year we had dinner at my house and then we went on a little trip. We went to my moms property, which is in the high desert about 4 hours from my house. Believe it or not, the best time to take a long drive is Thanksgiving night. Everybody is home sleeping off the tryptophan from the turkey.
We left the house around 5ish. We have a portable dvd player and we bought the dvd, Shrek the Third. None of us had seen this Shrek movie and we loved the other two, so we knew this would be good. Anyway, I drove the first half of the trip. The wildchild sat in the front with me and the boys sat in the back to watch the movie. When they were finished with the movie, it was time for a pee break and then we switch places and the wildchild and I watched the movie. The movie was great and the driving time went by very quickly. We actually had alot of fun.
On Friday, we took the kids to a ghost town. We saw a gun fight, rode the train and my son made a rope. We also took a little tour of the underground mine. It was a nice little trip for all of us and we had a great time.
On Saturday, we headed to Sin city. That's right, we went to Las Vegas! Bossman has a sister that lives there and we had a GREAT time. The little man took his very first rollercoaster ride on the New York, New York. Unfortunately he didn't like it all that much...LOL He said next time he would like to try a smaller coaster.
On Sunday, we spent most of the day hanging out on the strip. We had a lot of fun, but my legs were very very tired of walking. Since my moms place is only 2 hours from Vegas, we thought the trip back to her place would be a piece of cake and then on Monday we would head the rest of the way home, therefore beating all the traffic...right? WRONG! The two hour trip from Vegas to my moms turned out to be over 5 hours long. That's right, 5 hours!!!
Turns out everyone was heading home from Vegas, heading to LA. Not only that, but there was a horrific accident. We were in stopped traffic for over an hour before we got to the head of the line. We were 4 cars from the front, could see the entire accident being cleaned up in front of us, when they stopped traffic completely. Next thing we hear is the helicopter landing in front of us, on the highway, to pick up some victims. It was VERY horrible. I didn't want the little man to witness anything bad, but since we got stopped RIGHT in the front, there was no way to hide it from him. Unfortunately there were victims that didn't make it. They were in body bags, but on the side away from my sons side of the car. I don't think he saw them. The wildchild did though. It really put a damper on the situation. I was very thankful I wasn't involved in that.
The rest of the drive was still bumper to bumper and after a while we did get back to our loopy selfs. We started making up silly songs and just doing very silly things. That's what happens when you are trapped in a car, at night, for 5 hours!
After arriving at my moms, we went straight to bed. The next morning my mom took us out for breakfast and then we headed home.
Although we had a GREAT time, it certainly was nice to be home. Of course now that we made it home, the fun really begins. I had to pick up the little man from school today because he is SICK. 101 fever. Not fun! Poor kid. I'm just glad he got to enjoy our vacation before getting sick. He had the best time collecting souvenirs. The lady at the hotel even let him keep the key card from our room. He had everything pack up to show his friends today and then before he could share it all, he got sick. My poor little man.
Well, that's all to report. Since there were children ever present, there were no spanking to be had. I'm hoping that this sad report will be resolved soon, as I could really use some spankin' time.
I'll leave you with some pics from our vacation. Enjoy!
This is part of the gun fight.
Robbers got shot
Roller coaster as seen from hotel room.
Last year, I was taken to the hospital for Thanksgiving, in an ambulance. Not so fun. Boy am I thankful that I was able to enjoy Thanksgiving without being sick.
This year we had dinner at my house and then we went on a little trip. We went to my moms property, which is in the high desert about 4 hours from my house. Believe it or not, the best time to take a long drive is Thanksgiving night. Everybody is home sleeping off the tryptophan from the turkey.
We left the house around 5ish. We have a portable dvd player and we bought the dvd, Shrek the Third. None of us had seen this Shrek movie and we loved the other two, so we knew this would be good. Anyway, I drove the first half of the trip. The wildchild sat in the front with me and the boys sat in the back to watch the movie. When they were finished with the movie, it was time for a pee break and then we switch places and the wildchild and I watched the movie. The movie was great and the driving time went by very quickly. We actually had alot of fun.
On Friday, we took the kids to a ghost town. We saw a gun fight, rode the train and my son made a rope. We also took a little tour of the underground mine. It was a nice little trip for all of us and we had a great time.
On Saturday, we headed to Sin city. That's right, we went to Las Vegas! Bossman has a sister that lives there and we had a GREAT time. The little man took his very first rollercoaster ride on the New York, New York. Unfortunately he didn't like it all that much...LOL He said next time he would like to try a smaller coaster.
On Sunday, we spent most of the day hanging out on the strip. We had a lot of fun, but my legs were very very tired of walking. Since my moms place is only 2 hours from Vegas, we thought the trip back to her place would be a piece of cake and then on Monday we would head the rest of the way home, therefore beating all the traffic...right? WRONG! The two hour trip from Vegas to my moms turned out to be over 5 hours long. That's right, 5 hours!!!
Turns out everyone was heading home from Vegas, heading to LA. Not only that, but there was a horrific accident. We were in stopped traffic for over an hour before we got to the head of the line. We were 4 cars from the front, could see the entire accident being cleaned up in front of us, when they stopped traffic completely. Next thing we hear is the helicopter landing in front of us, on the highway, to pick up some victims. It was VERY horrible. I didn't want the little man to witness anything bad, but since we got stopped RIGHT in the front, there was no way to hide it from him. Unfortunately there were victims that didn't make it. They were in body bags, but on the side away from my sons side of the car. I don't think he saw them. The wildchild did though. It really put a damper on the situation. I was very thankful I wasn't involved in that.
The rest of the drive was still bumper to bumper and after a while we did get back to our loopy selfs. We started making up silly songs and just doing very silly things. That's what happens when you are trapped in a car, at night, for 5 hours!
After arriving at my moms, we went straight to bed. The next morning my mom took us out for breakfast and then we headed home.
Although we had a GREAT time, it certainly was nice to be home. Of course now that we made it home, the fun really begins. I had to pick up the little man from school today because he is SICK. 101 fever. Not fun! Poor kid. I'm just glad he got to enjoy our vacation before getting sick. He had the best time collecting souvenirs. The lady at the hotel even let him keep the key card from our room. He had everything pack up to show his friends today and then before he could share it all, he got sick. My poor little man.
Well, that's all to report. Since there were children ever present, there were no spanking to be had. I'm hoping that this sad report will be resolved soon, as I could really use some spankin' time.
I'll leave you with some pics from our vacation. Enjoy!
This is part of the gun fight.
Robbers got shot
Roller coaster as seen from hotel room.
As promised....
As promised, this the the bath brush that Bossman bought. Or as I like to call it the...
Dreaded Beast!
As you can probably tell, it definitely lives up to it's name!
Now, I totally don't want to get in between her and her, but I am seriously considering sending one of these brushes to Nick and Adam. Seems to me that if one of them is going to have to pick 3 items, this might just do the trick for one of them. Plus, then I would feel like I was contributing to the whole contest.
But, I don't want in the middle...no sir ree!
So, anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I'll be having turkey day at my house, but after dinner we are going on a road trip! Hooray!
We'll be heading to the high desert and also to Las Vegas! I probably won't be around until Tuesday!
Everyone have a safe and happy weekend!
Love you all,
grace
Ok, I admit it!
I've been getting spanked!
Don't you just love when your man gets all toppish and dommy on you? (are toppish and dommy words?)
All I know, is my bottom is a wonderful shade of red and nice and tender to the touch.
Sunday night the kids spent the night and friends. Suddenly, I was home alone. I was cruising around reading my favorite blogs and lurking around the blogsphere when I realized something.
When Bossman gets home, we will be alone.
Hhhhmmmmm......
What to do, what to do?
Since I was reading some of my favorite spanking blogs, you KNOW what was on my mind. But frankly, was I in the mood?
HELL yeah! I was definitely in the mood.
Should I ask for it? Or should I wait until he reads my mind? He's never been that good at reading my mind, but I've never been good at asking for what I want either.
Oh sure, he can read my moods like an open book. But knowing when I want a spanking, well, he hasn't quite gotten the hang of that yet!
But maybe he has!
So, do I ask?
Nope!
Lucky for me, he read my mind anyway!
Now.....have any of you seen the lovely little back brush that they sell at wal-mart for about 3 bucks?
I'd show you a picture, but I'm way to lazy to do that now and I really want to post the tonight so I'll have to post a pic later. BUT, if you want to see this thing in person, just had to the health and beauty aisle at your local wal-mart and look for the very mean looking bath brush. You'll know it when you see it.
Anyway, did I mention that last week, Bossman accidentally on purpose, put one of those brushes in our cart.
Yeah.
In our cart.
Now, it's in our bathroom.
It hasn't quite made it into the shower.
It has made it's mark on my buttockal area. (is buttockal a word?)
So, after a nice warm up with his hand, he decided to use the dreaded beast. (Thats the nickname I've given it.)
Doesn't feel so good coming down........
Lovely afterwards though.
In case you wanted to know.
Needless to say, Sunday night was wonderful. There was spanking, there was sex. There was spanking and sex. Mmmmmm.....yummy.
So, let me tell you about last night. Just in case any of you have virgin eyes, this part might get a little rated x on ya. I'm blushing just thinking about it.
Last night, I was acting a little crazy. I had a lot on my mind and I was cranky with just about everyone. Bossman pulled me into the bedroom after we said good night to the kids.
Now, I knew that I wasn't getting a spanking. That doesn't happen when kids are home. Our bedrooms are WAY too close together for us to even risk it.
So, he pulled me into the bedroom and pulled down my pants. Still, I knew this was not going to be a spanking.
Then he pulled me over his knee. I still knew this wasn't going to be a spanking. Sometimes he does this as a warning. Personally, I think it's SEXY.
So, I'm over his knee and he starts talking. He tells me that I need to change my attitude and he tells me what will happen if I don't. He tells me that tomorrow (today) he will be giving me what I deserve, but for tonight he just wanted to remind what what it looked like in that position. (Like I forgot or something, heh.)
But you know what?
So, are you still waiting for the x-rated part?
Well, after his little lecture, I thought we were done. But next thing I know, his fingers started walking. Yep, they did.
Soon they were taking a walk down the wild side. Oh man did they ever.
After patting my bottom and squeezing it and touching it...Oh yummo... his fingers started darting in and out of the yummy hole.
Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about. You know you do.
So anyway, he basically started making love to me with his fingers.
OH. MY. GOD!
Why didn't anyone tell me how fantastic this is? Do you KNOW how submissive that made me feel? I felt so dirty and naughty and oh-so fantastically sexy.
Remember, I'm still over his knee. My pants are still down around my ankles. And he is fucking me with his fingers. That's right, I said the "f" word.
I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
After much squirming around his lap, I finally had the big "O". And NO, I'm not talking about Oprah!
Then, he flipped me up on to the bed and pulled down his pants and fucked my brains out!
THERE, I said it! He fucked my brains out.
So, you know it was good.
It was REAL good!
Now, just so you know, for all you detail whores, I DID get that spanking today.
With the dreaded beast.
GOD, I love my husband!
Don't you just love when your man gets all toppish and dommy on you? (are toppish and dommy words?)
All I know, is my bottom is a wonderful shade of red and nice and tender to the touch.
Sunday night the kids spent the night and friends. Suddenly, I was home alone. I was cruising around reading my favorite blogs and lurking around the blogsphere when I realized something.
When Bossman gets home, we will be alone.
Hhhhmmmmm......
What to do, what to do?
Since I was reading some of my favorite spanking blogs, you KNOW what was on my mind. But frankly, was I in the mood?
HELL yeah! I was definitely in the mood.
Should I ask for it? Or should I wait until he reads my mind? He's never been that good at reading my mind, but I've never been good at asking for what I want either.
Oh sure, he can read my moods like an open book. But knowing when I want a spanking, well, he hasn't quite gotten the hang of that yet!
But maybe he has!
So, do I ask?
Nope!
Lucky for me, he read my mind anyway!
Now.....have any of you seen the lovely little back brush that they sell at wal-mart for about 3 bucks?
I'd show you a picture, but I'm way to lazy to do that now and I really want to post the tonight so I'll have to post a pic later. BUT, if you want to see this thing in person, just had to the health and beauty aisle at your local wal-mart and look for the very mean looking bath brush. You'll know it when you see it.
Anyway, did I mention that last week, Bossman accidentally on purpose, put one of those brushes in our cart.
Yeah.
In our cart.
Now, it's in our bathroom.
It hasn't quite made it into the shower.
It has made it's mark on my buttockal area. (is buttockal a word?)
So, after a nice warm up with his hand, he decided to use the dreaded beast. (Thats the nickname I've given it.)
Doesn't feel so good coming down........
Lovely afterwards though.
In case you wanted to know.
Needless to say, Sunday night was wonderful. There was spanking, there was sex. There was spanking and sex. Mmmmmm.....yummy.
So, let me tell you about last night. Just in case any of you have virgin eyes, this part might get a little rated x on ya. I'm blushing just thinking about it.
Last night, I was acting a little crazy. I had a lot on my mind and I was cranky with just about everyone. Bossman pulled me into the bedroom after we said good night to the kids.
Now, I knew that I wasn't getting a spanking. That doesn't happen when kids are home. Our bedrooms are WAY too close together for us to even risk it.
So, he pulled me into the bedroom and pulled down my pants. Still, I knew this was not going to be a spanking.
Then he pulled me over his knee. I still knew this wasn't going to be a spanking. Sometimes he does this as a warning. Personally, I think it's SEXY.
So, I'm over his knee and he starts talking. He tells me that I need to change my attitude and he tells me what will happen if I don't. He tells me that tomorrow (today) he will be giving me what I deserve, but for tonight he just wanted to remind what what it looked like in that position. (Like I forgot or something, heh.)
But you know what?
So, are you still waiting for the x-rated part?
Well, after his little lecture, I thought we were done. But next thing I know, his fingers started walking. Yep, they did.
Soon they were taking a walk down the wild side. Oh man did they ever.
After patting my bottom and squeezing it and touching it...Oh yummo... his fingers started darting in and out of the yummy hole.
Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about. You know you do.
So anyway, he basically started making love to me with his fingers.
OH. MY. GOD!
Why didn't anyone tell me how fantastic this is? Do you KNOW how submissive that made me feel? I felt so dirty and naughty and oh-so fantastically sexy.
Remember, I'm still over his knee. My pants are still down around my ankles. And he is fucking me with his fingers. That's right, I said the "f" word.
I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
After much squirming around his lap, I finally had the big "O". And NO, I'm not talking about Oprah!
Then, he flipped me up on to the bed and pulled down his pants and fucked my brains out!
THERE, I said it! He fucked my brains out.
So, you know it was good.
It was REAL good!
Now, just so you know, for all you detail whores, I DID get that spanking today.
With the dreaded beast.
GOD, I love my husband!
A diva was born
Seventeen years ago today, at 2:30 in the afternoon my life changed forever.
You burst on the scene, like the diva you are, and of course, the attention was immediately on you. If anyone knows how to make an entrance, you do.
As quickly as you entered my life, they whisked you away.
4 hours later, I was properly introduced.
You were a scrawy little thing. Red and yellow are the colors that I think of when thinking of you at that time. But to me, you were the most beautiful thing on the planet. I introduced myself to you, as usual, you weren't that interested. You were already trying to figure out how to get the most attention.
Turns out, you were the only princess born that day. Turns out, you were MY princess.
The next day we got to know each other. You settled into the world, content to know that everyone around you was going to meet your needs. You already knew that you were in control. I didn't mind.
While in the nursery, a children's school class was having a field trip. They peered through the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of a newborn diva. Lucky for them, you were there.
The nurse held you up to the window for everyone to see. Your first of many, public appearances. I should have known then that you would always steal the spot light.
Looking back, I remember looking down at you and wondering, what will she look like? What will she like doing? What will her talents be? How will she, change my world?
Now, I look at you and wonder, how did I get so lucky as to have such a wonderful person in my life? I didn't know, the day that you were born, what a wonderful person you would be. I didn't know you would be such a great big sister. I didn't know you would have such a talent for music and singing.
So, on this very special day, the anniversary of the day I met you, I would like to say......
I love you.
You will make a mark on the world. You have already made a mark on me. As you grow and move on to adulthood remember......Our family would not be complete without you.
Happy Birthday Wildchild!
Love Mom
very sad news....
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Dough boy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
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