Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead?
Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough money?
Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?
Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?
Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?
Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?
Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
Whose idea was it to put an "S" in the word "lisp"?
If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?
Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?
Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?
Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?
Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?
Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?
How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?
When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, "It's all right?" Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, "That hurt, you stupid idiot?"
Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?
In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?
How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?
And my FAVORITE......
The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you. (Since NONE of my friends are normal...I might just have a chance with this one!)
The talk
Our house is about 3 hours away from where we stayed with the girls, down in LA. We had a lot of time to talk during the car ride home.
First we talked about our trip. I won't tell you too much about that, for it deserves to be posted on LA Kink. Needless to say, we had a LOT to say about our trip, and it was all GOOD!
About half way through our trip, we started talking about domestic discipline. I had talked a little about Cassie and how it seemed to me that she and Tom and a pretty traditional d/d relationship. Bossman wanted to know what I meant by that. What makes their relationship different than ours. I gave a few examples and he didn't get it. He said it sounded like a dictatorship. I, on the other hand, don't see it as such, at all. But I was having a hard time explaining it to HIM.
See, we may have been at this for a long time, but in reality, we still don't get it.
Anyway, I was trying to explain myself, when I remembered a post from dwcmikes. I can't link just the one post, so scroll down to July 19th, if you care to read the article (and comment that I made to it.) Also July 24 gives Mikes response to some of the comments (including mine). If you want to go directly to his blog, his link is on my sidebar under spanked hubby.
One of the main questions that caught my attention in the article is this:
How can you spank a person as discipline, if they enjoy being spanked?
So while explaining myself to Bossman, I remembered this question and when I asked Bossman the question, he wanted to know the answer himself. So, I told him MY answer, the one I gave in the comments. My answer was this:
I want to be spanked and I want it to be for a reason. Otherwise, it's kinky, and lord knows I don't want to be considered kinky.
The reality is, I like spanking and I get turned on by spanking. Saying it's for discipline makes it seem better. Makes it seem not so weird. Justifies it, in my mind.
So, as much as I'd love to say that I get spanked for discipline, if I want to be true to myself, I'd have to say that I'm spanked because I like it.
Fantasy, reality, sometimes it's hard to separate the two.
Generally, this is how I feel about the whole thing. I want to be spanked. I think I want it to be for a reason, but do I want to be that submissive? Do I want to listen to everything he says and be punished if I don't? That's a very good question, one that I can't answer.
So, after coming to that conclusion, Bossman made a couple of suggestions. Nothing drastic, but we are going to try and implement more d/d into our life.
He's going to make a greater effort in spanking me when he knows I deserve it and he's going to try and make it count. (meaning, it's gonna HURT) We are not going to make rules or stuff of that nature. We already know that doesn't work for us. But there are certain things in our life that I could do a better job at. There are things that annoy him that I need to be more aware of. (walking ahead of him at the store, leaving him behind)
So we are going to try it. I hate even saying it, for it seems we've been down this road before, and we never quite get the hang of it.
But, I'm willing to try. I so want this to work.
Could it be that what I want to be and what I am, are two different things? If that's the case, how do you change the way you are...the way you have always been? If you do change, does that change who you really are? Are you being true to yourself? Which you is the "real" you? How do you know for sure who the real you is?
I guess I just have to see what works and go from there.....
Wish us luck!
First we talked about our trip. I won't tell you too much about that, for it deserves to be posted on LA Kink. Needless to say, we had a LOT to say about our trip, and it was all GOOD!
About half way through our trip, we started talking about domestic discipline. I had talked a little about Cassie and how it seemed to me that she and Tom and a pretty traditional d/d relationship. Bossman wanted to know what I meant by that. What makes their relationship different than ours. I gave a few examples and he didn't get it. He said it sounded like a dictatorship. I, on the other hand, don't see it as such, at all. But I was having a hard time explaining it to HIM.
See, we may have been at this for a long time, but in reality, we still don't get it.
Anyway, I was trying to explain myself, when I remembered a post from dwcmikes. I can't link just the one post, so scroll down to July 19th, if you care to read the article (and comment that I made to it.) Also July 24 gives Mikes response to some of the comments (including mine). If you want to go directly to his blog, his link is on my sidebar under spanked hubby.
One of the main questions that caught my attention in the article is this:
How can you spank a person as discipline, if they enjoy being spanked?
So while explaining myself to Bossman, I remembered this question and when I asked Bossman the question, he wanted to know the answer himself. So, I told him MY answer, the one I gave in the comments. My answer was this:
I want to be spanked and I want it to be for a reason. Otherwise, it's kinky, and lord knows I don't want to be considered kinky.
The reality is, I like spanking and I get turned on by spanking. Saying it's for discipline makes it seem better. Makes it seem not so weird. Justifies it, in my mind.
So, as much as I'd love to say that I get spanked for discipline, if I want to be true to myself, I'd have to say that I'm spanked because I like it.
Fantasy, reality, sometimes it's hard to separate the two.
Generally, this is how I feel about the whole thing. I want to be spanked. I think I want it to be for a reason, but do I want to be that submissive? Do I want to listen to everything he says and be punished if I don't? That's a very good question, one that I can't answer.
So, after coming to that conclusion, Bossman made a couple of suggestions. Nothing drastic, but we are going to try and implement more d/d into our life.
He's going to make a greater effort in spanking me when he knows I deserve it and he's going to try and make it count. (meaning, it's gonna HURT) We are not going to make rules or stuff of that nature. We already know that doesn't work for us. But there are certain things in our life that I could do a better job at. There are things that annoy him that I need to be more aware of. (walking ahead of him at the store, leaving him behind)
So we are going to try it. I hate even saying it, for it seems we've been down this road before, and we never quite get the hang of it.
But, I'm willing to try. I so want this to work.
Could it be that what I want to be and what I am, are two different things? If that's the case, how do you change the way you are...the way you have always been? If you do change, does that change who you really are? Are you being true to yourself? Which you is the "real" you? How do you know for sure who the real you is?
I guess I just have to see what works and go from there.....
Wish us luck!
No fair!
You may recall that last year around this time my daughter had her tonsils out. You also might recall that she and I had to miss the Dodger game due to said tonsil surgery.
You may also recall that a couple of weeks ago we went to the Dodger game and it was hot as HELL and NOT fun, at all.
So it should come as no surprise to you that this time.....
I, again, was not able to go to the game.
I KNOW! How could this have happened? What is it about me and the Dodgers? Do they just not like me? Am I destine to never be able to go to a game?
Yesterday morning I got up and took a shower. Actually, truth be told, Bossman and I were in the shower together....but that is a different story altogether...
When I exited the shower, I heard crying from the little man's room. As any normal mother would, I immediately thought that the kids were having some sort of fuss and that the wildchild had made him cry. As Istormed walked out of my room to yell talk to the kids, the wildchild was coming out of her room to find out what the commotion was about.
I entered the little man's room and he was sobbing on his bed. He said he couldn't move his head. He had a horrible crick in his neck.
What is going on with all of us getting cricks in our necks?
Don't worry, he had no other symptoms so I was pretty sure he just had a bad crick.
Problem was, he really couldn't move his head very well. We tried heat, we tried cold, we tried tiger balm....nothing was helping much. We tried pain reliever, but that wasn't really working either. To top it off, he was being extremely stubborn and refused to get out of bed.
After a couple of hours, Bossman and Ithreatened convinced him to get out of bed and take a shower. After the shower, he realized that he could still move somewhat, but it was still quite painful.
Bossman had to take him to a mandatory weigh-in for football. We decided we would see how it went going to that, and if he felt like he could go to the Dodger game we would leave after that.
He made it through the weigh in but he was in no shape to go to the game. After much scrambling, Bossman ended up taking his father to the game and the wildchild got to take a friend.
I got to stay home with the little man.
Of course, THEY had a great time.
The little man and I rented a movie and then we watch the game on TV.
Me + Dodgers = YUCK!
The good news? I wrote up the post on the "talk". I'll post it tomorrow.
If you'd like to read about what Bossman and I bought in the toy store in LA....go to LA Kink...I just posted it.
Oh, and for the record, the little man is doing better today, it has loosened up somewhat, but it's still sore and stiff. Tomorrow is the start of football, I have a feeling the little man will be on the sidelines for a couple of days!
You may also recall that a couple of weeks ago we went to the Dodger game and it was hot as HELL and NOT fun, at all.
So it should come as no surprise to you that this time.....
I, again, was not able to go to the game.
I KNOW! How could this have happened? What is it about me and the Dodgers? Do they just not like me? Am I destine to never be able to go to a game?
Yesterday morning I got up and took a shower. Actually, truth be told, Bossman and I were in the shower together....but that is a different story altogether...
When I exited the shower, I heard crying from the little man's room. As any normal mother would, I immediately thought that the kids were having some sort of fuss and that the wildchild had made him cry. As I
I entered the little man's room and he was sobbing on his bed. He said he couldn't move his head. He had a horrible crick in his neck.
What is going on with all of us getting cricks in our necks?
Don't worry, he had no other symptoms so I was pretty sure he just had a bad crick.
Problem was, he really couldn't move his head very well. We tried heat, we tried cold, we tried tiger balm....nothing was helping much. We tried pain reliever, but that wasn't really working either. To top it off, he was being extremely stubborn and refused to get out of bed.
After a couple of hours, Bossman and I
Bossman had to take him to a mandatory weigh-in for football. We decided we would see how it went going to that, and if he felt like he could go to the Dodger game we would leave after that.
He made it through the weigh in but he was in no shape to go to the game. After much scrambling, Bossman ended up taking his father to the game and the wildchild got to take a friend.
I got to stay home with the little man.
Of course, THEY had a great time.
The little man and I rented a movie and then we watch the game on TV.
Me + Dodgers = YUCK!
The good news? I wrote up the post on the "talk". I'll post it tomorrow.
If you'd like to read about what Bossman and I bought in the toy store in LA....go to LA Kink...I just posted it.
Oh, and for the record, the little man is doing better today, it has loosened up somewhat, but it's still sore and stiff. Tomorrow is the start of football, I have a feeling the little man will be on the sidelines for a couple of days!
Nite, nite puppies.....
Enjoy the show while I'm out of town! Tune in on Monday when we'll talk about the "talk" Bossman and I had on the ride home from meeting all the girls!
Guess what?
We are heading back to LA this weekend!
Bossman got us some more Dodger tickets. Don't worry, it's a night game, so I know it won't be unbearably hot.
It won't be the same with the girls (and boys). I will pass some of the places we went together. I'll remember fondly the fun we had just one week ago.
Try and stay out of trouble while I'm away. I promise I'll have more posts about the weekend next week. Until then, keep visiting LA Kink while I'm gone. I'm sure there will be stories from the other girls. I can't promise they will tell the truth, but I'll set you all straight as soon as I get back!
Until then....have a great weekend!
Bossman got us some more Dodger tickets. Don't worry, it's a night game, so I know it won't be unbearably hot.
It won't be the same with the girls (and boys). I will pass some of the places we went together. I'll remember fondly the fun we had just one week ago.
Try and stay out of trouble while I'm away. I promise I'll have more posts about the weekend next week. Until then, keep visiting LA Kink while I'm gone. I'm sure there will be stories from the other girls. I can't promise they will tell the truth, but I'll set you all straight as soon as I get back!
Until then....have a great weekend!
A funny thing happened while I was away...
*update* I have left my first post on LA Kink! Go check it out!
So, while on the weekend of all weekends...I left the kids home.
This is the first time I've left my children home with just the wildchild in charge. Now before you call child protective services, let me assure you, there were a lot of people on stand by, just in case something should come up.
Well, something came up.
Before I give the details, I'd like to say this. Nobody was injured. Everyone was safe, AND, the wildchild, she handled everything like a charm.
So, THIS is what happened while I was away.....
Apparently, someone thought we could use a little redecorating.
I don't know if you can tell, but those would be feminine maxi pads on the window of the car. I don't want to know WHAT the red stuff is on the pads. There is glitter and confetti on the lawn. My favorite part? The porn pictures on the garage.
The wildchild tells us that on Saturday, she and a friend were looking at myspace pages and saw someone mention TPing our house. They left a message back telling them not to. The next message was them saying that since they found out about it, the TPing was off.
Yeah, right!
So the wildchild woke up around 5 on Monday morning. For some reason, she had a feeling. Sure enough, one look out the window, told the tale. She called the police. YAY wildchild! The police came and she printed out all the myspace stuff. The police took the evidence and tried to bust the culprits.
I guess the evidence wasn't good, so they couldn't prove for sure who did the dirty deed. BUT, the parents were NOT happy to have the police at their door.
By the time we got home, most of it was cleaned up. How the heck do you get confetti out of your lawn?
So, while on the weekend of all weekends...I left the kids home.
This is the first time I've left my children home with just the wildchild in charge. Now before you call child protective services, let me assure you, there were a lot of people on stand by, just in case something should come up.
Well, something came up.
Before I give the details, I'd like to say this. Nobody was injured. Everyone was safe, AND, the wildchild, she handled everything like a charm.
So, THIS is what happened while I was away.....
Apparently, someone thought we could use a little redecorating.
I don't know if you can tell, but those would be feminine maxi pads on the window of the car. I don't want to know WHAT the red stuff is on the pads. There is glitter and confetti on the lawn. My favorite part? The porn pictures on the garage.
The wildchild tells us that on Saturday, she and a friend were looking at myspace pages and saw someone mention TPing our house. They left a message back telling them not to. The next message was them saying that since they found out about it, the TPing was off.
Yeah, right!
So the wildchild woke up around 5 on Monday morning. For some reason, she had a feeling. Sure enough, one look out the window, told the tale. She called the police. YAY wildchild! The police came and she printed out all the myspace stuff. The police took the evidence and tried to bust the culprits.
I guess the evidence wasn't good, so they couldn't prove for sure who did the dirty deed. BUT, the parents were NOT happy to have the police at their door.
By the time we got home, most of it was cleaned up. How the heck do you get confetti out of your lawn?
Hey Ya'll!
Sorry, I think I hung around PK too long. I keep saying things like Ya'll.
So, for those of you that don't know, we've decided to open a new blog. The blog is called LA Kink. C.C. was kind enough to fix it all up for us! Stop by and take a look.
Now you can read all about our adventures in one place. You don't have to hop from blog to blog trying to get the whole story. Don't worry though, I will still be telling the absolute truth about everything! PK accidentally e-mailed me Nicks e-mail addy, so if she tries any funny stuff, I can go right to the source! I'm sure he'd be happy to straighten her out for me.
So anyway stop by LA Kink and read all about it.
But, don't think I'm not going to post here. I'll still be posting about my very exciting life. (exciting? Who am I trying to kid here?) After this trip and the conversation on the way home, I have a feeling there is going to be a lot more to write about.
So, for those of you that don't know, we've decided to open a new blog. The blog is called LA Kink. C.C. was kind enough to fix it all up for us! Stop by and take a look.
Now you can read all about our adventures in one place. You don't have to hop from blog to blog trying to get the whole story. Don't worry though, I will still be telling the absolute truth about everything! PK accidentally e-mailed me Nicks e-mail addy, so if she tries any funny stuff, I can go right to the source! I'm sure he'd be happy to straighten her out for me.
So anyway stop by LA Kink and read all about it.
But, don't think I'm not going to post here. I'll still be posting about my very exciting life. (exciting? Who am I trying to kid here?) After this trip and the conversation on the way home, I have a feeling there is going to be a lot more to write about.
I Apologize
I know, I know, it's horribly mean to not update you all on our trip.
We got in late Monday night, and yesterday was so busy and hectic. I came by, ready to sit down and write a post, but the only thing I was able to do was reset my counter. Just when I was ready to start typing, it was time to head to Bossman's softball game. I figured I would type after that, but THEN, it turns out he had a double header and I didn't get home until 11 last night. So much for computer time.
Today is turning out to be the same. I have a funeral to attend and my kids still think I'm suppose to entertain them. I will try to sit down this evening and give you a story or two.
I will leave you with this. We had the BEST time! I still can't believe how much
fun we actually had. These people were amazing! YES, we found "toy" stores! BIG toy stores with EVERYTHING you could possibly think of. We spent WAY too much money in these stores! Boy was it fun. I have some REALLY funny stories to tell. Some of the things we bought will CRACK you up, as it did everyone else that was with us. Truth be told, SOMEONE didn't really read the label and didn't quite realize what is was that they bought. I won't say who right now, but needless to say, it was a great joke for all of us and we spent a whole lot of time laughing about it. Good thing we all have such great senses of humor.
Turns out I was able to provide PK and C.C. with an earthquake before they left. Wasn't that nice of me? Can't come to CA without having one of those! Don't worry though, I don't they got shaken up to badly.
Time is short, so I must run, but I promise I will start telling you all what a wonderful time we had. Matter of fact, we may just be doing this again next year!
OR... maybe Bossman and I will just have to go out East. I've heard it's not TOO hard to sneak across the border!
We got in late Monday night, and yesterday was so busy and hectic. I came by, ready to sit down and write a post, but the only thing I was able to do was reset my counter. Just when I was ready to start typing, it was time to head to Bossman's softball game. I figured I would type after that, but THEN, it turns out he had a double header and I didn't get home until 11 last night. So much for computer time.
Today is turning out to be the same. I have a funeral to attend and my kids still think I'm suppose to entertain them. I will try to sit down this evening and give you a story or two.
I will leave you with this. We had the BEST time! I still can't believe how much
fun we actually had. These people were amazing! YES, we found "toy" stores! BIG toy stores with EVERYTHING you could possibly think of. We spent WAY too much money in these stores! Boy was it fun. I have some REALLY funny stories to tell. Some of the things we bought will CRACK you up, as it did everyone else that was with us. Truth be told, SOMEONE didn't really read the label and didn't quite realize what is was that they bought. I won't say who right now, but needless to say, it was a great joke for all of us and we spent a whole lot of time laughing about it. Good thing we all have such great senses of humor.
Turns out I was able to provide PK and C.C. with an earthquake before they left. Wasn't that nice of me? Can't come to CA without having one of those! Don't worry though, I don't they got shaken up to badly.
Time is short, so I must run, but I promise I will start telling you all what a wonderful time we had. Matter of fact, we may just be doing this again next year!
OR... maybe Bossman and I will just have to go out East. I've heard it's not TOO hard to sneak across the border!
Hail, hail, the gangs all here!
It's official. C.C. has landed! She and Jim are GREAT! Really nice people. So far, we've had such a nice time.
We've been having such a great time talking and laughing. We did manage a toy store this evening. That is a story that needs more time than I care to spend right now. Needless to say, I did end up in the store, but sadly, we didn't purchase anything. Don't worry though, Bossman has found some more stores for us to venture into tomorrow.
That's it for now.
Don't worry, I'm taking notes and will fill you all in when I get home. (with the truth, of course!)
We've been having such a great time talking and laughing. We did manage a toy store this evening. That is a story that needs more time than I care to spend right now. Needless to say, I did end up in the store, but sadly, we didn't purchase anything. Don't worry though, Bossman has found some more stores for us to venture into tomorrow.
That's it for now.
Don't worry, I'm taking notes and will fill you all in when I get home. (with the truth, of course!)
Update
It's official! Pk and Eva...believe it or not....are real humans!
It's true! AND, they brought their human husbands!
Want my first impressions? Too bad, you're getting them anyway!
Eva looks AMAZING! She's also quite funny. Pk? Well, what can I say about Pk? She too, looks AMAZING and she is also quite funny and believe it or not, I can understand her foreign language! Luckily she and Nick did not get hung up in customs, so they got here right in time. I was jumping out of my skin with excitement! Finally, I just told Bossman, lets go downstairs..they are probably checking in. Sure enough, the doors opened and THERE they were! If I remember correctly there was a lot of hugging and squealing going on. I don't think it was me. I think that was Pk. Actually, I'm sure it was Pk!
Eva and Adam are on their way to pick up C.C. and Jim. I'm predicting more hugging and more squealing, but I'll try and control Pk!
Oh, did I mention their very cool husbands? I now know for sure that Pk is a liar because she's always telling me how shy Nick is! HA! Nick isn't shy at all! Adam is also very nice! So far, we are all getting along splendidly. Pk and Nick have a hotel room right above Eva and Adams! If the noise level gets to loud in Eva's room, Pk just has to stomp on the floor!
Oh, did I mention that Pk has already threatened to climb the tree in front of my window so she can spy on us? I'm telling you, the woman has no scruples.
Well folks, the excitement isn't over, we still get to meet C.C.!
Stay tuned, the fun has only just begun!
It's true! AND, they brought their human husbands!
Want my first impressions? Too bad, you're getting them anyway!
Eva looks AMAZING! She's also quite funny. Pk? Well, what can I say about Pk? She too, looks AMAZING and she is also quite funny and believe it or not, I can understand her foreign language! Luckily she and Nick did not get hung up in customs, so they got here right in time. I was jumping out of my skin with excitement! Finally, I just told Bossman, lets go downstairs..they are probably checking in. Sure enough, the doors opened and THERE they were! If I remember correctly there was a lot of hugging and squealing going on. I don't think it was me. I think that was Pk. Actually, I'm sure it was Pk!
Eva and Adam are on their way to pick up C.C. and Jim. I'm predicting more hugging and more squealing, but I'll try and control Pk!
Oh, did I mention their very cool husbands? I now know for sure that Pk is a liar because she's always telling me how shy Nick is! HA! Nick isn't shy at all! Adam is also very nice! So far, we are all getting along splendidly. Pk and Nick have a hotel room right above Eva and Adams! If the noise level gets to loud in Eva's room, Pk just has to stomp on the floor!
Oh, did I mention that Pk has already threatened to climb the tree in front of my window so she can spy on us? I'm telling you, the woman has no scruples.
Well folks, the excitement isn't over, we still get to meet C.C.!
Stay tuned, the fun has only just begun!
So....
I'm at the hotel and they are at the airport!
They should be here in a few minutes. I can't stop the butterflies!
I'm glad Paul is not giving his right arm. If he didn't have his spanking arm, the world would never be the same!
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait!
Well, I said the adventure was about to begin...and I wasn't lying!
Wish me luck!
They should be here in a few minutes. I can't stop the butterflies!
I'm glad Paul is not giving his right arm. If he didn't have his spanking arm, the world would never be the same!
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait!
Well, I said the adventure was about to begin...and I wasn't lying!
Wish me luck!
HELP!
What have I gotten myself into?
I am so nervous! I've been putting off the packing, but Bossman just walked in the room with the suitcase, so I guess this means this is for real! (How's that for a run-on sentence?)
I guess I should be packing. I did get all the toiletries ready. I did shave my legs and pluck those pesky hairs out of my chin. I've done the laundry. (yeah, I know, it's not like me to do laundry!)
So, I guess this is it. I guess I need to get my clothes in the suitcase, get the suitcase in the car. I need to pack up the computer and make sure the camera has fresh batteries.
GAH! I can't believe this is really happening. I'm going out of town, without my children to meet people that I've only met on the computer and phone. I never thought this would happen.
Just goes to show, you never know what life is going to throw at ya!
Stay tuned People! The adventure is about to begin!
I am so nervous! I've been putting off the packing, but Bossman just walked in the room with the suitcase, so I guess this means this is for real! (How's that for a run-on sentence?)
I guess I should be packing. I did get all the toiletries ready. I did shave my legs and pluck those pesky hairs out of my chin. I've done the laundry. (yeah, I know, it's not like me to do laundry!)
So, I guess this is it. I guess I need to get my clothes in the suitcase, get the suitcase in the car. I need to pack up the computer and make sure the camera has fresh batteries.
GAH! I can't believe this is really happening. I'm going out of town, without my children to meet people that I've only met on the computer and phone. I never thought this would happen.
Just goes to show, you never know what life is going to throw at ya!
Stay tuned People! The adventure is about to begin!
Getting ready
So, I went back and looked at my to-do list. Seems I have slacked a little and now that the trip is less than a week away, I'm having a small panic attack!
Let's just see what I've accomplished.
1. color hair (check)
2. lose 20lbs (UH, like that was EVER going to happen!)
3. get face lift, tummy tuck, liposuction (again, what was I thinking?)
4. get hair styled (I did manage to get my hair done, but I don't like it, they cut it way to short! So now I'm just mad)
5. grow fingernails (I am so nervous that any fingernails that grew, have been chewed off again)
6. buy new wardrobe (that was only happening if I won the lotto, since that didn't happen, everyone is just going to have to love my old clothes!)
7. learn southernese (I was NEVER good at foreign languages! I'm just going to have to use Eva as a translator, she seems to have gotten the hang of it.)
8. hide all the back scratchers (I try this all the time, but somehow Bossman ALWAYS finds it again!)
9. dust off the bong (dusted and tested, just to make sure it still works.)
10. brush up on surfer lingo (not that hard Dude! I can totally talk surfer dude)
11. find hotel reservation (mine got deleted...stupid computer)(found! YAY)
12. find out if the Governator is free for dinner (Unfortunately, he's busy.)
13. ask Mother Nature for good weather (I've asked, I can only hope she keeps her word on this)
14. jump up and down and spin in circles until I am dizzy (I've been doing this everyday since I found it this was really happening!)
Well, I've given it a good shot. Now all I need to do is pack! (and do laundry, and make sure the kids have food, and remember my camera and computer and....ack..........it's too much!!!!!!
If you would like to be helpful I could use some advice. Can you think of anything else I should be doing for this trip? I've read up on the safety of meeting someone from the internet. I've told numerous people where I'll be and for how long. One of my good friends is ready to call me with a made up emergency, just in case this thing gets boring. We are meeting in a public place. Oh, and I'm bringing Bossman! He will protect me. Just in case they decide to kidnap me.
Anything else I'm forgetting? This trip is only a few days away! YIPPEEEEE!!!!!
Let's just see what I've accomplished.
1. color hair (check)
2. lose 20lbs (UH, like that was EVER going to happen!)
3. get face lift, tummy tuck, liposuction (again, what was I thinking?)
4. get hair styled (I did manage to get my hair done, but I don't like it, they cut it way to short! So now I'm just mad)
5. grow fingernails (I am so nervous that any fingernails that grew, have been chewed off again)
6. buy new wardrobe (that was only happening if I won the lotto, since that didn't happen, everyone is just going to have to love my old clothes!)
7. learn southernese (I was NEVER good at foreign languages! I'm just going to have to use Eva as a translator, she seems to have gotten the hang of it.)
8. hide all the back scratchers (I try this all the time, but somehow Bossman ALWAYS finds it again!)
9. dust off the bong (dusted and tested, just to make sure it still works.)
10. brush up on surfer lingo (not that hard Dude! I can totally talk surfer dude)
11. find hotel reservation (mine got deleted...stupid computer)(found! YAY)
12. find out if the Governator is free for dinner (Unfortunately, he's busy.)
13. ask Mother Nature for good weather (I've asked, I can only hope she keeps her word on this)
14. jump up and down and spin in circles until I am dizzy (I've been doing this everyday since I found it this was really happening!)
Well, I've given it a good shot. Now all I need to do is pack! (and do laundry, and make sure the kids have food, and remember my camera and computer and....ack..........it's too much!!!!!!
If you would like to be helpful I could use some advice. Can you think of anything else I should be doing for this trip? I've read up on the safety of meeting someone from the internet. I've told numerous people where I'll be and for how long. One of my good friends is ready to call me with a made up emergency, just in case this thing gets boring. We are meeting in a public place. Oh, and I'm bringing Bossman! He will protect me. Just in case they decide to kidnap me.
Anything else I'm forgetting? This trip is only a few days away! YIPPEEEEE!!!!!
Happy Birthday MTHC!
David was kind enough to pose for this picture! All you need to do now is POP the balloon!
Hope you get everything you want and MORE!
HUGS!
grace
Hope you get everything you want and MORE!
HUGS!
grace
truth be told
I don't really know how to break it to all of you but, well, you see....
Well, I'm not sure how to put this without making you all lose respect for me. This is really really hard to admit. I have to admit it now, for you all will find out after next weekend anyway.
Ok *deep breath* I'm just going to have to come right out and say it.
Are you ready for this?
Just don't hate me when you find out. I promise, I never meant to lead you on. Honest, I didn't!
Ok, here it goes.
Bossman and I....well...you see...it's like this....it's just that I, well, we, uh, what I'm trying to say is...
I've never been to a "toy" store.
It's true! I'm nervous about this.
You don't know me as well as you think you do. I'm, well, how should I put this? I'm not good when I'm not in my comfort zone.
Example: Just the other day, Bossman took me out for Japanese food. Now, most of you probably don't think this is a big deal...right?
Well, here's the problem. I've never been to this kind of restaurant. So I was extremely nervous about going somewhere new. I don't like new places, with lots of things on the menu that I don't know. I wasn't a happy camper when we walked in, and they say something in Japanese really loud so that everyone looks at you. THEN they bring you green peas in a pod....uh? What the heck do you do with those? And then they don't give you a fork...I had to be stupid and ask for one. Then there was some sort of soup...I guess I was suppose to drink it, but it smelled weird, so I didn't do that. I did manage to order some chicken thing, which was good...I'll admit. And all in all, it was a nice experience, AFTER I got over my trepidation...
Let me get back to the point. Adult stores? Not really in my comfort zone.
So, now the girls, they are all for going to this type of store. I asked Bossman what HE thought of this idea. HE'S all for it. GREAT! No support from him on this.
I'd ask you all for your opinion, but I already know what you're going to say. AND, I don't want to hear from the peanut gallery. (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!)
I will say this. I'm willing to break out of my comfort zone. I'm NOT a prude. I WANT to be one of those people that are willing to try anything.
Listen, I'm meeting people from the internet! That has GOT to score me some points in the "doing something crazy" department...right?
~sigh~
Ok, I'm sure that I will go to the store. I'm really the type of person that follows the crowd. So, if the crowd is going, I'm going. I may wear a mask of some kind. I'm sure that will not make me stick out at all. They do say that you are safer in packs, so I'm sure I'll be fine....
RIGHT?
~sigh~
If you're looking for some fun, the girls are throwing MTHC a party, so come HERE and join the fun!
Well, I'm not sure how to put this without making you all lose respect for me. This is really really hard to admit. I have to admit it now, for you all will find out after next weekend anyway.
Ok *deep breath* I'm just going to have to come right out and say it.
Are you ready for this?
Just don't hate me when you find out. I promise, I never meant to lead you on. Honest, I didn't!
Ok, here it goes.
Bossman and I....well...you see...it's like this....it's just that I, well, we, uh, what I'm trying to say is...
I've never been to a "toy" store.
It's true! I'm nervous about this.
You don't know me as well as you think you do. I'm, well, how should I put this? I'm not good when I'm not in my comfort zone.
Example: Just the other day, Bossman took me out for Japanese food. Now, most of you probably don't think this is a big deal...right?
Well, here's the problem. I've never been to this kind of restaurant. So I was extremely nervous about going somewhere new. I don't like new places, with lots of things on the menu that I don't know. I wasn't a happy camper when we walked in, and they say something in Japanese really loud so that everyone looks at you. THEN they bring you green peas in a pod....uh? What the heck do you do with those? And then they don't give you a fork...I had to be stupid and ask for one. Then there was some sort of soup...I guess I was suppose to drink it, but it smelled weird, so I didn't do that. I did manage to order some chicken thing, which was good...I'll admit. And all in all, it was a nice experience, AFTER I got over my trepidation...
Let me get back to the point. Adult stores? Not really in my comfort zone.
So, now the girls, they are all for going to this type of store. I asked Bossman what HE thought of this idea. HE'S all for it. GREAT! No support from him on this.
I'd ask you all for your opinion, but I already know what you're going to say. AND, I don't want to hear from the peanut gallery. (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!)
I will say this. I'm willing to break out of my comfort zone. I'm NOT a prude. I WANT to be one of those people that are willing to try anything.
Listen, I'm meeting people from the internet! That has GOT to score me some points in the "doing something crazy" department...right?
~sigh~
Ok, I'm sure that I will go to the store. I'm really the type of person that follows the crowd. So, if the crowd is going, I'm going. I may wear a mask of some kind. I'm sure that will not make me stick out at all. They do say that you are safer in packs, so I'm sure I'll be fine....
RIGHT?
~sigh~
If you're looking for some fun, the girls are throwing MTHC a party, so come HERE and join the fun!
I've got nothing....
to write about, so here's a story about a Potato....
Well, Girl Potato and Boy Potato had eyes for each other, and finally they got married, and had a little sweet potato, which they called ' Yam. '
Of course, they wanted the best for Yam.
When it was time, they told her about the facts of life. They warned her about going out and getting half-baked, and so she wouldn't get accidentally mashed, and get a bad name for herself like ' Hot Potato, ' and end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.
She said not to worry; no Spud would get her into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her! On the other hand, she would not stay home and become a Couch Potato, either. She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring cousins.
When she went off to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland ; and in addition, the greasy guys from France that called themselves the French Fries.
Moreover, when she traveled out west, she was to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn't get scalloped.
Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate with those kind, not even the high class Yukon Golds, or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertised their trade on all the trucks that say, ' Frito Lay. '
Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U.(that's Potato University) so that when she graduated she'd really be in the Chips.
However, in spite of all they did for her, one-day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.
Tom Brokaw!
Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset.
They told Yam she couldn't possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he's just.........are you ready for this?
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A COMMONTATER!!!!
Well, Girl Potato and Boy Potato had eyes for each other, and finally they got married, and had a little sweet potato, which they called ' Yam. '
Of course, they wanted the best for Yam.
When it was time, they told her about the facts of life. They warned her about going out and getting half-baked, and so she wouldn't get accidentally mashed, and get a bad name for herself like ' Hot Potato, ' and end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.
She said not to worry; no Spud would get her into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her! On the other hand, she would not stay home and become a Couch Potato, either. She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring cousins.
When she went off to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland ; and in addition, the greasy guys from France that called themselves the French Fries.
Moreover, when she traveled out west, she was to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn't get scalloped.
Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow and wouldn't associate with those kind, not even the high class Yukon Golds, or the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertised their trade on all the trucks that say, ' Frito Lay. '
Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U.(that's Potato University) so that when she graduated she'd really be in the Chips.
However, in spite of all they did for her, one-day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.
Tom Brokaw!
Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset.
They told Yam she couldn't possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he's just.........are you ready for this?
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A COMMONTATER!!!!
WHO IS JACK SCHITT
For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt?
We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt'!
Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.
Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, who married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc.
They had one son, Jack.
In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt.
Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout. After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials. The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse.
Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
Now when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt', you can correct them.
Sincerely,
Crock O. Schitt
We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt'!
Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.
Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, who married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc.
They had one son, Jack.
In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt.
Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout. After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials. The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse.
Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
Now when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt', you can correct them.
Sincerely,
Crock O. Schitt
update
So, the neck hasn't gotten better. As a matter of fact, I could barely move it yesterday. I went to the doc and he gave me some meds. Problem is, they are making me sleepy! I HATE that! Today, I can move my head, but can't keep my eyes open....zzzzzzzzzzzz
Opps, sorry about that, I told you they make me sleepy.
Speaking of my doctor...RUDE! The man is completely rude!
When you walk into the office, they have big signs that say, TURN OFF CELL PHONES when in office.
So, while the doc is giving my neck the once over, his phone rings. He answers it! Sounds like dinner plans! Does he say excuse me? Does he say, Sorry, when he's done talking? NO! He simply keeps on touching my neck!
JERK! His name is Mousa, and frankly, he looks like a mouse. He's short and has a head shaped like a rat and he has a grey and black beard. See...MOUSE! Or rat! I think he's just RUDE!
Ok, on to good news!
We got some good news from D today. Her tumor has shrunk to half of what it was when they found it in March. Also, she had found a new cancer facility that has given her great HOPE! They have new treatments available and have even said that she could have a transplant, if needed! She sounded so much happier and positive. Anyway, we are all very excited! She is still going to Arizona to the Mayo clinic, just to get another opinion. I say, the more opinions the better!
I need to run, I can barely keep my eyes open. But just for the record.....
Out of all the girls going on the trip, I'll be the youngest!
So there!
But if it makes you feel any better, Bossman is younger than me!
*ducks and runs for cover*
Opps, sorry about that, I told you they make me sleepy.
Speaking of my doctor...RUDE! The man is completely rude!
When you walk into the office, they have big signs that say, TURN OFF CELL PHONES when in office.
So, while the doc is giving my neck the once over, his phone rings. He answers it! Sounds like dinner plans! Does he say excuse me? Does he say, Sorry, when he's done talking? NO! He simply keeps on touching my neck!
JERK! His name is Mousa, and frankly, he looks like a mouse. He's short and has a head shaped like a rat and he has a grey and black beard. See...MOUSE! Or rat! I think he's just RUDE!
Ok, on to good news!
We got some good news from D today. Her tumor has shrunk to half of what it was when they found it in March. Also, she had found a new cancer facility that has given her great HOPE! They have new treatments available and have even said that she could have a transplant, if needed! She sounded so much happier and positive. Anyway, we are all very excited! She is still going to Arizona to the Mayo clinic, just to get another opinion. I say, the more opinions the better!
I need to run, I can barely keep my eyes open. But just for the record.....
Out of all the girls going on the trip, I'll be the youngest!
So there!
But if it makes you feel any better, Bossman is younger than me!
*ducks and runs for cover*
bad news!
I just found out that Eva and Adam are not swingers! They don't want to switch partners or have a big spanking party! Boo hoo! All my plans are ruined! There goes the perfect vacation.
Ok, I admit it. Neither are Bossman or I. Just thinking about doing something like that makes my stomach hurt. I could NEVER do anything like that. I find it fascinating to read about others that have met and spanked others or gone to spanking parties, but frankly, it's just not for me.
Actually, and I know this will be a surprise to you all, but I'm actually quite shy. I don't like new things. I hate getting out of my comfort zone.
This is one adventure that I'm looking forward too. I think we will get along fine and have lots of fun together! I'm just hoping the men can keep up with us women!
I know Eva said to watch her blog if you want to read about dinners out and touristy stuff, but watch mine if you want to know the truth!
I'm sure the rumors will be flying, but the only reliable source is ME!
Have I ever steered you wrong before?
*takes halo out of back pocket and shines it right up!*
Ok, I admit it. Neither are Bossman or I. Just thinking about doing something like that makes my stomach hurt. I could NEVER do anything like that. I find it fascinating to read about others that have met and spanked others or gone to spanking parties, but frankly, it's just not for me.
Actually, and I know this will be a surprise to you all, but I'm actually quite shy. I don't like new things. I hate getting out of my comfort zone.
This is one adventure that I'm looking forward too. I think we will get along fine and have lots of fun together! I'm just hoping the men can keep up with us women!
I know Eva said to watch her blog if you want to read about dinners out and touristy stuff, but watch mine if you want to know the truth!
I'm sure the rumors will be flying, but the only reliable source is ME!
Have I ever steered you wrong before?
*takes halo out of back pocket and shines it right up!*
don't make any sudden moves
I have the worst kink in my neck. Turning to the left is not really a good option for me right now. Don't you just hate that!
As for the to-do list, I was going to add, get a tan, to the list but I've decided that the list is too much work! Sheez! If I worried about all that stuff for real, I would be exhausted! I will, however, get some new shorts. My rag-tag shorts are just not acceptable. I may not look perfect, but I could at least look decent, right?
Actually, I have this little theory on people and their clothes. The way I see it, everyone has an "unwritten" contract with the world. It's a standard contract and it's mostly common decency. The contract states that we will wear appropriate clothes. See, it's simple. Some of the contract breakers would include fat chicks in belly shirts, men in speedos, you know, those kind of things.
So, I won't be a contract breaker! I will wear decent clothes. Well, I think they are decent, the wildchild would probably disagree with me. Oh well, what do teenagers know?
On a more serious note, D is having a really hard time. The news isn't great for her right now. Her cancer is very rare and is in rare spot, so they aren't sure how to proceed. The head liver guy from UCLA is taking a look, and he thinks he can do a procedure where they cut off the blood supply to the bad side of the liver and hope the good side will grow. Problem with that is, if it doesn't grow, she's pretty much left with only about 20 percent of her liver. NOT good. Apparently, she is not a candidate for a liver transplant because of where the tumor is located. So, this is not very good news. It's scary actually. I don't really like to talk about it, for thinking about it hurts my heart. I want to be as positive as possible as I can, so I can't think about the worst case stuff. I just have to trust that the best decisions will be made and things will work out fine. I don't even want to write about it much, for just that makes it a little to real. But I wanted to give you all an update so you can keep her in your thoughts and prayers.
Now, lets move on to a more upbeat subject, shall we?
On the spanking front: HA! What is a spanking? Where can I get one?
yeah, it's like that right now.
It's not really anyone's fault. It just seems like we don't really have much time for it. If we were going to blame anyone, we couldn't possibly blame me, for I have been as bratty as possible. See, I've done MY part! What more does a girl have to do to get a spanking around here?
If I do get a spanking (hint, hint Bossman) I am worried about how much it will hurt. I only say this because we all know how much it hurts after you haven't been in the action for awhile. My virgin butt will not know what to think. It will probably go into shock or something. Oh well, I AM willing to risk it. (hint, hint Bossman)
Did I mention that I am a fairy god mother? Ok, I'm not really a Fairy, but my sister has asked Bossman and I to be Godparents to my nephew! I told her that I'll be needing some wings and a wand if she wants me to take on that position. I could never be an ordinary Godmother. BORING! I want a wand and I want to grant wishes.
So, I'm off to google wands and wings. I wonder how expensive they are. I hope I can get those wings in my size. Do they run one-size fits all? I hope they sell really sparkly wands with extra magic in them. Maybe I'll use the wand on D too!
As for the to-do list, I was going to add, get a tan, to the list but I've decided that the list is too much work! Sheez! If I worried about all that stuff for real, I would be exhausted! I will, however, get some new shorts. My rag-tag shorts are just not acceptable. I may not look perfect, but I could at least look decent, right?
Actually, I have this little theory on people and their clothes. The way I see it, everyone has an "unwritten" contract with the world. It's a standard contract and it's mostly common decency. The contract states that we will wear appropriate clothes. See, it's simple. Some of the contract breakers would include fat chicks in belly shirts, men in speedos, you know, those kind of things.
So, I won't be a contract breaker! I will wear decent clothes. Well, I think they are decent, the wildchild would probably disagree with me. Oh well, what do teenagers know?
On a more serious note, D is having a really hard time. The news isn't great for her right now. Her cancer is very rare and is in rare spot, so they aren't sure how to proceed. The head liver guy from UCLA is taking a look, and he thinks he can do a procedure where they cut off the blood supply to the bad side of the liver and hope the good side will grow. Problem with that is, if it doesn't grow, she's pretty much left with only about 20 percent of her liver. NOT good. Apparently, she is not a candidate for a liver transplant because of where the tumor is located. So, this is not very good news. It's scary actually. I don't really like to talk about it, for thinking about it hurts my heart. I want to be as positive as possible as I can, so I can't think about the worst case stuff. I just have to trust that the best decisions will be made and things will work out fine. I don't even want to write about it much, for just that makes it a little to real. But I wanted to give you all an update so you can keep her in your thoughts and prayers.
Now, lets move on to a more upbeat subject, shall we?
On the spanking front: HA! What is a spanking? Where can I get one?
yeah, it's like that right now.
It's not really anyone's fault. It just seems like we don't really have much time for it. If we were going to blame anyone, we couldn't possibly blame me, for I have been as bratty as possible. See, I've done MY part! What more does a girl have to do to get a spanking around here?
If I do get a spanking (hint, hint Bossman) I am worried about how much it will hurt. I only say this because we all know how much it hurts after you haven't been in the action for awhile. My virgin butt will not know what to think. It will probably go into shock or something. Oh well, I AM willing to risk it. (hint, hint Bossman)
Did I mention that I am a fairy god mother? Ok, I'm not really a Fairy, but my sister has asked Bossman and I to be Godparents to my nephew! I told her that I'll be needing some wings and a wand if she wants me to take on that position. I could never be an ordinary Godmother. BORING! I want a wand and I want to grant wishes.
So, I'm off to google wands and wings. I wonder how expensive they are. I hope I can get those wings in my size. Do they run one-size fits all? I hope they sell really sparkly wands with extra magic in them. Maybe I'll use the wand on D too!
to do list
Things I need to do before meeting the girls
1. color hair
2. lose 20lbs
3. get face lift, tummy tuck, liposuction
4. get hair styled
5. grow fingernails
6. buy new wardrobe
7. learn southernese
8. hide all the back scratchers
9. dust off the bong
10. brush up on surfer lingo
11. find hotel reservation (mine got deleted...stupid computer)
12. find out if the Governator is free for dinner
13. ask Mother Nature for good weather
14. jump up and down and spin in circles until I am dizzy
I think that's it! If I think of anything else, I'll let you know.
1. color hair
2. lose 20lbs
3. get face lift, tummy tuck, liposuction
4. get hair styled
5. grow fingernails
6. buy new wardrobe
7. learn southernese
8. hide all the back scratchers
9. dust off the bong
10. brush up on surfer lingo
11. find hotel reservation (mine got deleted...stupid computer)
12. find out if the Governator is free for dinner
13. ask Mother Nature for good weather
14. jump up and down and spin in circles until I am dizzy
I think that's it! If I think of anything else, I'll let you know.
someone stop the wind!
I can see how much I was missed by the e-mail box that is filled to the brim!(NOT)
Oh well, even if you didn't miss me, I missed all of you.
Camping was fun. Adventure, to say the least.
The place we camp is about 45 minutes from our house. We love going there and try and go once a year. It's a first come, first serve place, so you have to get lucky to get a spot there.
We figured that this week would be full, so we tried going out on Sunday to see if we could snag a spot. See, if the campground is full, they put you on a list and at three, they give out all the spots that came up, so our plan was to get on the list.
Luckily, there were 2 spots left when we got there. We paid up until thursday. We were not prepared to stay Sunday night, but we paid the 18 bucks to hold the spot for us.
Monday, we loaded up the car and headed out to the beach. It was BEAUTIFUL! The weather was perfect. We set up camp and enjoyed the day. The little man likes skimboarding and boogie boarding and I like to sit on the beach and read juicy romance novels. Perfect!
The wildchild did not join us that night. So it was just the three of us. It was a little weird not having her there, but I knew she would be joining us the next day, so it wasn't too bad.
That night, the winds were BAD! See, we camp with tents. Someday, I will have a camper of some kind. Someday! But for now it was tents. The winds were so strong I thought the tent would collapse. It didn't. But, the screen tent we have that we put up over the table...uh, it didn't fair so well.
So the next day, we headed to the nearest town, (about 20 miles away) and bought a new screened in tent. We have to have one, as every time you try and cook something, the bees swarm you....NOT FUN!
The new tent!
We came back to camp, set up the new tent, cooked some lunch and waited for the wildchild. She showed up with her boyfriend and we all hit the beach. ( The boyfriend didn't stay the night)
We had a lovely time. The evening was spent around the campfire making smore's and roasting wienies! (hee hee, I said wienies!)
That night, the wind was bad again, but we had purchased some earplugs, so it was bearable.
The next day, the weather started doing some weird stuff. One minute, the air was calm and HOT, the next, the wind would blow in. Then it would be super hot at the campsite, and cold on the beach. Then you'd be on the beach and it would be really hot, and then it would be super cold and windy. Crazy!
About mid-afternoon, we decided to head out for along walk along the beach. We waited until the tide was low, because we wanted to take a hike along this area that have tide pools. We had a GREAT time on the first half of the walk. We walked, we talked, we found cool shells and we saw crabs and sea creatures. We watched birds flying over head and watched sea lions play in the water. It was NICE.
(you can't see it, but the arrow is pointing to a pyramid looking thing that we wanted to see. See how far away it was? We walked all that way. Mind you, we had already walked about a third of the way before this picture was taken.)
The pyramid thing! We made it! Still don't know what it is, but it's there, in the middle of no where!)
On the way back from our walk, which by the way, was about 2 miles each way, we started to notice the wind was picking up. Soon, the wind was so strong that the sand was blasting on our legs and it HURT!
(this was taken before the wind started up. We were just heading back. The arrow is pointing to where we had to go before we got to the straight area with no rocks to hide behind. Notice the wet sand? This is why we didn't realize what we were going to be up against, we hadn't gotten to the dry area yet.)
We rounded one of the corners and were hunkered down behind some rocks. Bossman was yelling "take cover" and I was cracking up laughing! I thought I was going to pee my pants. I couldn't believe that I was hunkered down behind a rock trying to protect myself from sand!
Unfortunately, we were only about half way back to the camp site. The last part of our journey consisted of flat beach with NO rock protection. It was about this time that I realized that this wasn't funny anymore. The little man started to panic. I wasn't sure how we were going to walk the rest of the way back with the sand blasting us. I'm not exaggerating when I say, the winds were probably going between 25 and 30 miles per hour.
(The straight away, on the way THERE, not on the way back!)
Luckily, as long as we walked in the surf, the sand couldn't blast our legs. We plowed through the last leg with me telling the little man that we can't panic and we had to pretend we were soldiers and we couldn't stop, we had to keep moving. And THAT is just what we did.
By the time we got back to the camp, we were exhausted. The wind showed no signs of dying down and we had no option but to sit in the car if we wanted relief from the wind. We were so wind blown and sunburned. We all decided, in that moment, that we were heading HOME. We were suppose to stay until the morning and then leave, but we were DONE! We couldn't imagine trying to sleep that night with all that wind whipping through our tent.
So, we gathered the last of our energy and packed up the car with tents and such and then we left.
Oh, first, because this place has the best burgers EVER, and we had planned on having those burgers for dinner that night, we got burgers and THEN we left!
When we got home that night, the little man told us all that we were NOT allowed to mention that walk on the beach again, for it brought up bad memories. I told him that we would be bringing it up often and laughing, for if you really think about it, it was REALLY funny. Plus, that's the best story we've got for the summer. (so far, but he won't be going with me to meet the girls) Not to mention, you know when he goes back to school he's going to have to write a report about what he did this summer. Between the armpit of hell, I mean, baseball game and the day we got sandblasted and lived to tell about it, I don't think he'll have any problem coming up with something to tell about.
Well, that was my trip! What's been going on with YOU these days? Any fireworks to report?
(click on the pictures to enlarge! One of them shows the wildchild, but notice she's the ONLY one on the beach? I wonder why??)
Oh well, even if you didn't miss me, I missed all of you.
Camping was fun. Adventure, to say the least.
The place we camp is about 45 minutes from our house. We love going there and try and go once a year. It's a first come, first serve place, so you have to get lucky to get a spot there.
We figured that this week would be full, so we tried going out on Sunday to see if we could snag a spot. See, if the campground is full, they put you on a list and at three, they give out all the spots that came up, so our plan was to get on the list.
Luckily, there were 2 spots left when we got there. We paid up until thursday. We were not prepared to stay Sunday night, but we paid the 18 bucks to hold the spot for us.
Monday, we loaded up the car and headed out to the beach. It was BEAUTIFUL! The weather was perfect. We set up camp and enjoyed the day. The little man likes skimboarding and boogie boarding and I like to sit on the beach and read juicy romance novels. Perfect!
The wildchild did not join us that night. So it was just the three of us. It was a little weird not having her there, but I knew she would be joining us the next day, so it wasn't too bad.
That night, the winds were BAD! See, we camp with tents. Someday, I will have a camper of some kind. Someday! But for now it was tents. The winds were so strong I thought the tent would collapse. It didn't. But, the screen tent we have that we put up over the table...uh, it didn't fair so well.
So the next day, we headed to the nearest town, (about 20 miles away) and bought a new screened in tent. We have to have one, as every time you try and cook something, the bees swarm you....NOT FUN!
The new tent!
We came back to camp, set up the new tent, cooked some lunch and waited for the wildchild. She showed up with her boyfriend and we all hit the beach. ( The boyfriend didn't stay the night)
We had a lovely time. The evening was spent around the campfire making smore's and roasting wienies! (hee hee, I said wienies!)
That night, the wind was bad again, but we had purchased some earplugs, so it was bearable.
The next day, the weather started doing some weird stuff. One minute, the air was calm and HOT, the next, the wind would blow in. Then it would be super hot at the campsite, and cold on the beach. Then you'd be on the beach and it would be really hot, and then it would be super cold and windy. Crazy!
About mid-afternoon, we decided to head out for along walk along the beach. We waited until the tide was low, because we wanted to take a hike along this area that have tide pools. We had a GREAT time on the first half of the walk. We walked, we talked, we found cool shells and we saw crabs and sea creatures. We watched birds flying over head and watched sea lions play in the water. It was NICE.
(you can't see it, but the arrow is pointing to a pyramid looking thing that we wanted to see. See how far away it was? We walked all that way. Mind you, we had already walked about a third of the way before this picture was taken.)
The pyramid thing! We made it! Still don't know what it is, but it's there, in the middle of no where!)
On the way back from our walk, which by the way, was about 2 miles each way, we started to notice the wind was picking up. Soon, the wind was so strong that the sand was blasting on our legs and it HURT!
(this was taken before the wind started up. We were just heading back. The arrow is pointing to where we had to go before we got to the straight area with no rocks to hide behind. Notice the wet sand? This is why we didn't realize what we were going to be up against, we hadn't gotten to the dry area yet.)
We rounded one of the corners and were hunkered down behind some rocks. Bossman was yelling "take cover" and I was cracking up laughing! I thought I was going to pee my pants. I couldn't believe that I was hunkered down behind a rock trying to protect myself from sand!
Unfortunately, we were only about half way back to the camp site. The last part of our journey consisted of flat beach with NO rock protection. It was about this time that I realized that this wasn't funny anymore. The little man started to panic. I wasn't sure how we were going to walk the rest of the way back with the sand blasting us. I'm not exaggerating when I say, the winds were probably going between 25 and 30 miles per hour.
(The straight away, on the way THERE, not on the way back!)
Luckily, as long as we walked in the surf, the sand couldn't blast our legs. We plowed through the last leg with me telling the little man that we can't panic and we had to pretend we were soldiers and we couldn't stop, we had to keep moving. And THAT is just what we did.
By the time we got back to the camp, we were exhausted. The wind showed no signs of dying down and we had no option but to sit in the car if we wanted relief from the wind. We were so wind blown and sunburned. We all decided, in that moment, that we were heading HOME. We were suppose to stay until the morning and then leave, but we were DONE! We couldn't imagine trying to sleep that night with all that wind whipping through our tent.
So, we gathered the last of our energy and packed up the car with tents and such and then we left.
Oh, first, because this place has the best burgers EVER, and we had planned on having those burgers for dinner that night, we got burgers and THEN we left!
When we got home that night, the little man told us all that we were NOT allowed to mention that walk on the beach again, for it brought up bad memories. I told him that we would be bringing it up often and laughing, for if you really think about it, it was REALLY funny. Plus, that's the best story we've got for the summer. (so far, but he won't be going with me to meet the girls) Not to mention, you know when he goes back to school he's going to have to write a report about what he did this summer. Between the armpit of hell, I mean, baseball game and the day we got sandblasted and lived to tell about it, I don't think he'll have any problem coming up with something to tell about.
Well, that was my trip! What's been going on with YOU these days? Any fireworks to report?
(click on the pictures to enlarge! One of them shows the wildchild, but notice she's the ONLY one on the beach? I wonder why??)
Gone Campin'
If you haven't read about my vacation, scroll down, you're in for a big surprise!
As for me, I'm off to the beach. I'll be camping until Thursday, unfortunately, there are no internet connections at the beach!
Don't worry, I'll be home by the 4th! I can't miss out on fireworks!
I'm bringing my red-neck to valley girl translator so I can study up for my big vacation.
So, have a great week everyone! And just in case you were wondering....
Paul was right, the saying Sun don't shine on the same dog's tail all the time, means you'll get what you deserve.
Good job Paul!
HUGS!
grace
As for me, I'm off to the beach. I'll be camping until Thursday, unfortunately, there are no internet connections at the beach!
Don't worry, I'll be home by the 4th! I can't miss out on fireworks!
I'm bringing my red-neck to valley girl translator so I can study up for my big vacation.
So, have a great week everyone! And just in case you were wondering....
Paul was right, the saying Sun don't shine on the same dog's tail all the time, means you'll get what you deserve.
Good job Paul!
HUGS!
grace
Time to fess up
I've decided it's time to spill the beans on my vacation. This is NO ordinary vacation. I will NOT be attending a Shadow lane party, although that was a VERY good guess!
This vacation will consist of all kinds of fun things. We will be hanging out at the beach, taking is some touristy stuff and just trying to have fun.
The best part of this vacation is that I get to meet some people that I've been dying to meet for...oh, I don't know, forever!
Want to take a guess on who I'm meeting on this vacation?
Let me make it easier for you....I've got a photo of two of them...wanna see it?
Well? Have you finally figured it out?
I get to meet THE TWINS!
Not only that, but you want to know the icing on the cake? Not that meeting the Twins isn't good enough....but it gets BETTER!!!
I know! Your thinking to yourself...how can it possibly be better than THAT? Well, I'm about to tell you.
Are you ready for this?
Can you handle all this excitement?
We, the twins and I, (Oh yeah, and the hubbys) WE are meeting another of our wonderful friends.
Can you guess?
Aren't you just dying to know?
We are meeting.....
C.C!
Can you imagine that? C.C, the Twins, and I are all getting together!
I'm warning you now, the West Coast will NEVER be the same!
Here's the thing. We've seen how much trouble those twins can get into. So, what's it going to be like with FOUR of us? I don't know if I can keep up with these young whippersnappers! Truth be told....
I'm SCARED to death!
Ok, not really. I'm so excited, I can hardly wait!
I'm preparing for the big day. See, one of the twins, well, she has this crazy notion that Californians wear weird clothes and talk weird. So, since I don't want to disappoint, I've dragged out my tied-dyed shirts and I've brushed up on my Valley girl lingo. I've told Bossman to grow his hair out and get out his surfer shorts. I've dragged out my bong, so we can smoke some doobies....
I'm a pretty good host, don't you think?
Also, I'm a little worried about understanding PK, so I've been reading up on my southern sayings. Did you know that if you say, "I'm going to bed with the chickens", that it means your going to bed early?
I also learned that scarce as hen's teeth, means no such thing.
I'm telling you, there's a lot I don't know about this southern stuff. Thank goodness I have time to study!
Well, there you have it. A vacation of a lifetime! I can hardly wait.
Now, anybody know what Sun don't shine on the same dog's tail all the time means?
This vacation will consist of all kinds of fun things. We will be hanging out at the beach, taking is some touristy stuff and just trying to have fun.
The best part of this vacation is that I get to meet some people that I've been dying to meet for...oh, I don't know, forever!
Want to take a guess on who I'm meeting on this vacation?
Let me make it easier for you....I've got a photo of two of them...wanna see it?
Well? Have you finally figured it out?
I get to meet THE TWINS!
Not only that, but you want to know the icing on the cake? Not that meeting the Twins isn't good enough....but it gets BETTER!!!
I know! Your thinking to yourself...how can it possibly be better than THAT? Well, I'm about to tell you.
Are you ready for this?
Can you handle all this excitement?
We, the twins and I, (Oh yeah, and the hubbys) WE are meeting another of our wonderful friends.
Can you guess?
Aren't you just dying to know?
We are meeting.....
C.C!
Can you imagine that? C.C, the Twins, and I are all getting together!
I'm warning you now, the West Coast will NEVER be the same!
Here's the thing. We've seen how much trouble those twins can get into. So, what's it going to be like with FOUR of us? I don't know if I can keep up with these young whippersnappers! Truth be told....
I'm SCARED to death!
Ok, not really. I'm so excited, I can hardly wait!
I'm preparing for the big day. See, one of the twins, well, she has this crazy notion that Californians wear weird clothes and talk weird. So, since I don't want to disappoint, I've dragged out my tied-dyed shirts and I've brushed up on my Valley girl lingo. I've told Bossman to grow his hair out and get out his surfer shorts. I've dragged out my bong, so we can smoke some doobies....
I'm a pretty good host, don't you think?
Also, I'm a little worried about understanding PK, so I've been reading up on my southern sayings. Did you know that if you say, "I'm going to bed with the chickens", that it means your going to bed early?
I also learned that scarce as hen's teeth, means no such thing.
I'm telling you, there's a lot I don't know about this southern stuff. Thank goodness I have time to study!
Well, there you have it. A vacation of a lifetime! I can hardly wait.
Now, anybody know what Sun don't shine on the same dog's tail all the time means?
The armpit of HELL!
We went to the Dodgers yesterday. I thought I was in Africa. Seriously, I think I lost 10 pounds in SWEAT! It was unbelievable HOT. We saw numerous people get taken away for heat stroke. Not really my idea of fun!
I thought we were going to have to leave, for the little man was really having a hard time getting through, but we made it! We really wanted to see the softball game that was after. Would you believe that the game was tied in the 9th and we had to go 2 extra innings? I was NOT a happy camper. The Indians ended up scoring first, and frankly I think the entire crowd was happy to ANYONE score at that point! Bummer that the Dodgers lost, but they SUCKED! Truth be told, the entire game was boring. Each team scored a home run and that was IT, until the 11th inning. BORING, HOT, and REALLY HOT are the words I would use to describe the game. Oh well.
The softball game afterward was ok. We saw James Denton from Desperate Housewives, we saw Kareem Abul Jabbar. Boy is that man TALL. There was John Luvits and Tom Arnold. The wildchild was most excited to see Kendra from "The Girls Next Door". If you don't know that show, it's about Hugh Heffners girlfriends.
After watching them play for a couple of innings, I was DONE. Over done to be exact. So we left. Never was I more happy to get in my car and turn on the a/c. AHHH, relief for sure.
Next year, we are going to a night game. There is NO way in HELL I am sitting through a game like that AGAIN!
Now, I'm just looking forward to my vacation. Eva keeps asking where I'm going. So I'll tell you a couple of hints...
We are driving. Probably taking the convertible. Meeting up with some GREAT people. Hanging out, touristy stuff and just HAVING FUN!
I'll tell you more as the time gets closer, but just so you know, this is the most excited I've been in a REALLY long time. I never thought we would get to go and do something like this and I'm super excited.
Oh, I think you readers will be MOST surprised when you find out our plans. Trust me, you will be AMAZED!
Ok, I gotta run! Believe it or not, the weather is back to a respectable 75 and I have laundry and yard work to do! THANK GOD for cool weather!
So, how was YOUR weekend?
I thought we were going to have to leave, for the little man was really having a hard time getting through, but we made it! We really wanted to see the softball game that was after. Would you believe that the game was tied in the 9th and we had to go 2 extra innings? I was NOT a happy camper. The Indians ended up scoring first, and frankly I think the entire crowd was happy to ANYONE score at that point! Bummer that the Dodgers lost, but they SUCKED! Truth be told, the entire game was boring. Each team scored a home run and that was IT, until the 11th inning. BORING, HOT, and REALLY HOT are the words I would use to describe the game. Oh well.
The softball game afterward was ok. We saw James Denton from Desperate Housewives, we saw Kareem Abul Jabbar. Boy is that man TALL. There was John Luvits and Tom Arnold. The wildchild was most excited to see Kendra from "The Girls Next Door". If you don't know that show, it's about Hugh Heffners girlfriends.
After watching them play for a couple of innings, I was DONE. Over done to be exact. So we left. Never was I more happy to get in my car and turn on the a/c. AHHH, relief for sure.
Next year, we are going to a night game. There is NO way in HELL I am sitting through a game like that AGAIN!
Now, I'm just looking forward to my vacation. Eva keeps asking where I'm going. So I'll tell you a couple of hints...
We are driving. Probably taking the convertible. Meeting up with some GREAT people. Hanging out, touristy stuff and just HAVING FUN!
I'll tell you more as the time gets closer, but just so you know, this is the most excited I've been in a REALLY long time. I never thought we would get to go and do something like this and I'm super excited.
Oh, I think you readers will be MOST surprised when you find out our plans. Trust me, you will be AMAZED!
Ok, I gotta run! Believe it or not, the weather is back to a respectable 75 and I have laundry and yard work to do! THANK GOD for cool weather!
So, how was YOUR weekend?
Is it hot in here, or is it just me?
So, yeah, it's like HOT as HELL here in Ca!
I know, most of you could care less, what's a little heat, right?
WRONG people, You are all VERY wrong.
First of all, we don't have air conditioning. It's just not needed for the 2 weeks a year that we get this kind of heat wave.
Second of all, it's extremely expensive to live here. We pay a lot of money for the weather that is in the 70's. I am extremely pissed that I have to be in 10234 degree weather. Fan's are just not cutting it people and I am NOT happy.
Third of all, all this heat is making me CRANKY! (not that you all could tell, but I AM)
Bossman came home today and all I had to do was look at him and he could tell that he needed to get me out of the house before I completely melted away. THANK GOD for Bossman. He took me out to dinner, in a nice air-conditioned place. I almost decided to move there. It was HEAVEN!
Right now, I'm sitting out on my patio. It's 10 minutes to 9, AT NIGHT, and it's still a balmy 85. I refuse to go in the house for it's HOTTER in the freaking HOUSE!
After watching the depressing news, I've been informed that tomorrow will be worse...WORSE??? Tell me it isn't so.
If I manage to survive tomorrow, then we will go to the Dodger game on Saturday. They say it will be about a bizillion degrees in LA on Saturday. Oh YAY! And our seats, well, they are right up in front of home plate. There is NO shade. NONE!
So, if the next time you click on my link and you find a big puddle, please, just pop me in the freeze for a couple of hours, I promise, I'll be FINE!
I know, most of you could care less, what's a little heat, right?
WRONG people, You are all VERY wrong.
First of all, we don't have air conditioning. It's just not needed for the 2 weeks a year that we get this kind of heat wave.
Second of all, it's extremely expensive to live here. We pay a lot of money for the weather that is in the 70's. I am extremely pissed that I have to be in 10234 degree weather. Fan's are just not cutting it people and I am NOT happy.
Third of all, all this heat is making me CRANKY! (not that you all could tell, but I AM)
Bossman came home today and all I had to do was look at him and he could tell that he needed to get me out of the house before I completely melted away. THANK GOD for Bossman. He took me out to dinner, in a nice air-conditioned place. I almost decided to move there. It was HEAVEN!
Right now, I'm sitting out on my patio. It's 10 minutes to 9, AT NIGHT, and it's still a balmy 85. I refuse to go in the house for it's HOTTER in the freaking HOUSE!
After watching the depressing news, I've been informed that tomorrow will be worse...WORSE??? Tell me it isn't so.
If I manage to survive tomorrow, then we will go to the Dodger game on Saturday. They say it will be about a bizillion degrees in LA on Saturday. Oh YAY! And our seats, well, they are right up in front of home plate. There is NO shade. NONE!
So, if the next time you click on my link and you find a big puddle, please, just pop me in the freeze for a couple of hours, I promise, I'll be FINE!
I have no title for this....
Friday was the last day school for the little man. That means it's officially summer in my house. I would do the happy dance, but then I would just get ridiculed for doing the happy dance when school starts again. I've decided that I enjoy summer starting, but I enjoy when school starts again. Summer means less spankings, less time to ourselves, but it seems that this will be the year when my son will be home a lot less, so I have a feeling spankings will still happen.
Bossman and I are in a place right now were we are getting on each others nerves. We have different opinions on just about everything. It doesn't help that I have been PMSing and kind of cranky. It doesn't help that he is annoyed with anything that has to do with the wildchild. I hate when we are at this point in our lives, but I also know that it's not something that will last. We will get back to ourselves soon enough. I just hope it's soon, all this tension is tiring. I think part of the tension has to do with how much spanking is going on. When there isn't much spanking, the tension seems to be higher. He did give me a small spanking last week, with the dreaded BS for walking too far ahead of him when we go to the store. I know this bugs him. It's a bad habit I have. I get impatient and I don't wait for him. Sometimes he takes a long time to get out of the car, but I still shouldn't walk so far ahead. The spanking was taken the way it was intended, I got the point. I usually do when the BS is used. I'm hoping there will be more of that in my future. Not just the spanking part, although, that was good, or bad, whichever way you look at it, but the part where we discuss things that upset us and work it out in a timely fashion. Next time we went to the store, I was much more conscience about how I treated him. I didn't leave him in the dust, I waited patiently for him and held his hand and it was much nicer. SEE, just goes to show, spankings can work...haha!
Hopefully we'll get back to that and have less tension around here.
In other news...
I'm very excited about our upcoming vacation. We are leaving the children home and going off on our own. We are meeting some friends that we haven't seen for awhile and I'm SO excited about that. I love my kids, but give me some grown-up time and I am a happy camper!
Next weekend we are heading to a Dodger game. After not being able to attend last year, the wildchild and I are extremely excited to be going. PLUS, after the game there is going to be a Hollywood Stars softball game. I don't know who all is playing, but I think I'm looking forward to that more than the Dodgers...
So, what's new in your life? What are your plans for the summer?
Bossman and I are in a place right now were we are getting on each others nerves. We have different opinions on just about everything. It doesn't help that I have been PMSing and kind of cranky. It doesn't help that he is annoyed with anything that has to do with the wildchild. I hate when we are at this point in our lives, but I also know that it's not something that will last. We will get back to ourselves soon enough. I just hope it's soon, all this tension is tiring. I think part of the tension has to do with how much spanking is going on. When there isn't much spanking, the tension seems to be higher. He did give me a small spanking last week, with the dreaded BS for walking too far ahead of him when we go to the store. I know this bugs him. It's a bad habit I have. I get impatient and I don't wait for him. Sometimes he takes a long time to get out of the car, but I still shouldn't walk so far ahead. The spanking was taken the way it was intended, I got the point. I usually do when the BS is used. I'm hoping there will be more of that in my future. Not just the spanking part, although, that was good, or bad, whichever way you look at it, but the part where we discuss things that upset us and work it out in a timely fashion. Next time we went to the store, I was much more conscience about how I treated him. I didn't leave him in the dust, I waited patiently for him and held his hand and it was much nicer. SEE, just goes to show, spankings can work...haha!
Hopefully we'll get back to that and have less tension around here.
In other news...
I'm very excited about our upcoming vacation. We are leaving the children home and going off on our own. We are meeting some friends that we haven't seen for awhile and I'm SO excited about that. I love my kids, but give me some grown-up time and I am a happy camper!
Next weekend we are heading to a Dodger game. After not being able to attend last year, the wildchild and I are extremely excited to be going. PLUS, after the game there is going to be a Hollywood Stars softball game. I don't know who all is playing, but I think I'm looking forward to that more than the Dodgers...
So, what's new in your life? What are your plans for the summer?
Survived!
My daughter is a high school graduate.
Boy, was it a long road to get there.
If you've ever read my archives, you would find a post about my daughter in 8th grade. She didn't pass her history class and so she was unable to participate in the graduation ceremonies. I was upset that they were still going to pass her on to high school, but they weren't going to let her graduate with the class. I was told that the graduation ceremony was a privilege and not a right. I remember being very disappointed.
Since then, school has been up and down. The week before her first day of high school, she had a friend spend the night and they both snuck out of house. They ended up in a town 20 miles down the road and my daughter had to call at 6 in the morning because the guy that was suppose to drive them home, ditched them. The phone rang, it was her, we thought she was still in her room. Oh, it was horrible. I just kept thinking we were never going to make it through high school. I thought this was just the beginning of a whole lot of headaches!
Thank goodness, I was WRONG! We still had trouble with grades. We had some trouble with her ditching classes. We even had her come home drunk one night. BUT, we survived. Her senior year, she managed to pull her grades up from a 2.0 GPA to a 3.2 GPA! How cool is that? She got an award for that, plus an award for completing 6 semesters in a visual arts class and getting a 3.0 GPA for those classes. She got to wear a silver chord around her neck at graduation for that achievement. How cool is THAT?
The graduation was nice. It was pretty windy, but it wasn't cold. It was long...there were over 500 graduates in her class. But there WAS a streaker!!!! That was pretty funny. I don't think they got caught...LOL It did break up the monotony of calling all those names! I handled myself pretty well, only tearing up a couple of times.
I know you are all dying to know if the MIL showed up. Well, she did. Luckily I wasn't sitting next to her, so I didn't have to hear all her lame comments. My SIL sat next to her and told me some of the things she said....~sigh~
We had a little lunch party after the graduation and the MIL did come. I may have mentioned this before, but my MIL gets very passionate on things especially if you don't agree with her. Only once, did the conversation get a little heated but the people involved walked away and peace was restored. I was worried that Bossman was going to have to play bouncer and kick her out, but she chilled out. Thank goodness.
D, looked good. She's doing well and she had a great time this weekend. We took her to the beach yesterday. Did you know they don't have a beach in Vegas? So she wanted to go to the beach and eat fish and chips. It was very yummy!
This is my view of the graduation. My daughter? She's the one in purple!
If you click on the photo once, it may not enlarge. Try it a second time, it seems to work!
Boy, was it a long road to get there.
If you've ever read my archives, you would find a post about my daughter in 8th grade. She didn't pass her history class and so she was unable to participate in the graduation ceremonies. I was upset that they were still going to pass her on to high school, but they weren't going to let her graduate with the class. I was told that the graduation ceremony was a privilege and not a right. I remember being very disappointed.
Since then, school has been up and down. The week before her first day of high school, she had a friend spend the night and they both snuck out of house. They ended up in a town 20 miles down the road and my daughter had to call at 6 in the morning because the guy that was suppose to drive them home, ditched them. The phone rang, it was her, we thought she was still in her room. Oh, it was horrible. I just kept thinking we were never going to make it through high school. I thought this was just the beginning of a whole lot of headaches!
Thank goodness, I was WRONG! We still had trouble with grades. We had some trouble with her ditching classes. We even had her come home drunk one night. BUT, we survived. Her senior year, she managed to pull her grades up from a 2.0 GPA to a 3.2 GPA! How cool is that? She got an award for that, plus an award for completing 6 semesters in a visual arts class and getting a 3.0 GPA for those classes. She got to wear a silver chord around her neck at graduation for that achievement. How cool is THAT?
The graduation was nice. It was pretty windy, but it wasn't cold. It was long...there were over 500 graduates in her class. But there WAS a streaker!!!! That was pretty funny. I don't think they got caught...LOL It did break up the monotony of calling all those names! I handled myself pretty well, only tearing up a couple of times.
I know you are all dying to know if the MIL showed up. Well, she did. Luckily I wasn't sitting next to her, so I didn't have to hear all her lame comments. My SIL sat next to her and told me some of the things she said....~sigh~
We had a little lunch party after the graduation and the MIL did come. I may have mentioned this before, but my MIL gets very passionate on things especially if you don't agree with her. Only once, did the conversation get a little heated but the people involved walked away and peace was restored. I was worried that Bossman was going to have to play bouncer and kick her out, but she chilled out. Thank goodness.
D, looked good. She's doing well and she had a great time this weekend. We took her to the beach yesterday. Did you know they don't have a beach in Vegas? So she wanted to go to the beach and eat fish and chips. It was very yummy!
This is my view of the graduation. My daughter? She's the one in purple!
If you click on the photo once, it may not enlarge. Try it a second time, it seems to work!
Would you believe...
...that the dog ate my homework?
Actually, remember the "one word" email? Well, I transfered all the words into my blog post. I had a nice witty post talking about how much the words cracked me up. Believe me when I tell you, it was FUNNY!
So, I came in here tonight to put the final touches on my masterpiece and when I opened the post...the post was there, the list of words...gone! Poof! The paragraph before the words and the paragraph after the words was still there, but somewhere along the way, the paragraph with all the words, disappeared! I went back to my e-mail, hoping against hope that the deleted messages were still in the deleted file...no such luck!
So, sorry guys, the words disappeared! But I CAN tell you this...they were good! And funny and smart. You are all very inventive and sweet! But, I have to say the best word that came in was...
Are you ready?
The word was...
Supercalifragilisticexpeealladoetious! Thank you Terpsichord!
In other news, the cat is still alive. I appreciate all the concern and advice about the declawing. We will not be pursuing that route at this time. The double sticky tape on all the corners seems to be curing her of that nasty habit. On the plus side, my nephew keeps sticking to the sofa so that is making my job a lot easier! (Can we just keep this between you and me...I mean really, does my sister need to know this information?)
The birthday went GREAT! My son had such a great day. The party was a success! I ate more cake than I care to admit. I'm glad it's over, but again, must we admit that to my son? I think not!
So, graduation is Friday. D is flying in from Vegas. She's doing ok, but she's not progressing as well as the doctors have hoped. The tumor has shrunk, but I think they were hoping it would be smaller than it is. She will have more chemo in July, so for now, she's in a holding pattern.
I know I haven't mentioned the MIL for a while. There really hasn't been anything to report as we had banished her fromthe kingdom our lives. Turns out, when banishing someone, it doesn't nessisarily mean they disappear. Even though we weren't in contact with her, she was doling out her evil lies to the rest of the family. None of the family buy into her nonsense, but it was stressing D out! As much as D tried not answering the phone, things just kept getting worse with her mother. The MIL was calling her and complaining non stop about how we wouldn't let her see the kids and how she was going to take us to court for visitation. (Oh how I wish she would have done this, I would have LOVED to go to court and point out how WACKO she is.)
Finally, the MIL had the FIL call Bossman and tell him that SHE wanted to see the little man on his birthday. Bossman told his father that if SHE wanted to see the little man, SHE needed to go through him first. SHE would need to call Bossman, listen to what he had to say, AND abide by his rules!
Friday night, the MIL finally called the house. Luckily, the kids were not home, so it was the perfect time to talk to her. Without bothering you with all the details, it's safe to say she was full of poop. BUT, Bossman told her what he expected of her if she was to come back intothe kingdom our lives.
So, she came over on the little mans birthday. It was fake and phony, but the kids were happy to see her AND she didn't say anything inappropriate! For once, she was the one on eggshells and we were NOT!
Just so you know, the main reason this was done was because of D. She was really having a hard time of it and the stress of all the "family" drama was taking it's toll on her. She was stressing out on what was going to happen when she came for the graduation. She didn't ask Bossman to make nice with his mom. She understands where he coming from, but Bossman just didn't like seeing his sister under all that stress.
So, for now, the kingdom is at peace. This doesn't mean that the king will be visiting the peasant anytime soon, but she will probably come for the graduation. BUT, after the graduation, there will be very LIMITED contact with her. Actually, since there is nothing major coming up after the graduation, there will probably be NO contact for quite a while. (I hope, I hope, I hope)
After the call on Friday, Bossman was feeling a little spanky, so guess who got a spanking? He used the BS! Horrible. I tell you, that thing is evil and should be disposed off. I threatened to break it, and was told that if anything bad happened to the BS, he was going to buy a bigger, better one. Is there such thing as a BETTER BS? I don't THINK so! But I'm not willing to find out!
As he was spanking me with the dreaded BS, he decided to pull out his cell phone and make a little video. NOW, before you all get excited, I deleted it. Sorry, but as close as I am to some of you, I'm just not ready to go THAT far with you all. I will say though, it was kind of neat to watch that little clip. My butt didn't look as bad as I thought it would and I didn't sound as weird as I thought I would. It was fun to watch, but I made sure that after watching I deleted it! I wasn't taking ANY chances!
So, that's it. I probably won't post again until next week. I have to clean my house and get ready for the graduation and everything else! I'm tired just thinking about it. My daughter got her cap and gown the other day and I bawled like a little baby! I am excited for her, but I'll be glad when it's over.
Have a good week! I know I will.
Actually, remember the "one word" email? Well, I transfered all the words into my blog post. I had a nice witty post talking about how much the words cracked me up. Believe me when I tell you, it was FUNNY!
So, I came in here tonight to put the final touches on my masterpiece and when I opened the post...the post was there, the list of words...gone! Poof! The paragraph before the words and the paragraph after the words was still there, but somewhere along the way, the paragraph with all the words, disappeared! I went back to my e-mail, hoping against hope that the deleted messages were still in the deleted file...no such luck!
So, sorry guys, the words disappeared! But I CAN tell you this...they were good! And funny and smart. You are all very inventive and sweet! But, I have to say the best word that came in was...
Are you ready?
The word was...
Supercalifragilisticexpeealladoetious! Thank you Terpsichord!
In other news, the cat is still alive. I appreciate all the concern and advice about the declawing. We will not be pursuing that route at this time. The double sticky tape on all the corners seems to be curing her of that nasty habit. On the plus side, my nephew keeps sticking to the sofa so that is making my job a lot easier! (Can we just keep this between you and me...I mean really, does my sister need to know this information?)
The birthday went GREAT! My son had such a great day. The party was a success! I ate more cake than I care to admit. I'm glad it's over, but again, must we admit that to my son? I think not!
So, graduation is Friday. D is flying in from Vegas. She's doing ok, but she's not progressing as well as the doctors have hoped. The tumor has shrunk, but I think they were hoping it would be smaller than it is. She will have more chemo in July, so for now, she's in a holding pattern.
I know I haven't mentioned the MIL for a while. There really hasn't been anything to report as we had banished her from
Finally, the MIL had the FIL call Bossman and tell him that SHE wanted to see the little man on his birthday. Bossman told his father that if SHE wanted to see the little man, SHE needed to go through him first. SHE would need to call Bossman, listen to what he had to say, AND abide by his rules!
Friday night, the MIL finally called the house. Luckily, the kids were not home, so it was the perfect time to talk to her. Without bothering you with all the details, it's safe to say she was full of poop. BUT, Bossman told her what he expected of her if she was to come back into
So, she came over on the little mans birthday. It was fake and phony, but the kids were happy to see her AND she didn't say anything inappropriate! For once, she was the one on eggshells and we were NOT!
Just so you know, the main reason this was done was because of D. She was really having a hard time of it and the stress of all the "family" drama was taking it's toll on her. She was stressing out on what was going to happen when she came for the graduation. She didn't ask Bossman to make nice with his mom. She understands where he coming from, but Bossman just didn't like seeing his sister under all that stress.
So, for now, the kingdom is at peace. This doesn't mean that the king will be visiting the peasant anytime soon, but she will probably come for the graduation. BUT, after the graduation, there will be very LIMITED contact with her. Actually, since there is nothing major coming up after the graduation, there will probably be NO contact for quite a while. (I hope, I hope, I hope)
After the call on Friday, Bossman was feeling a little spanky, so guess who got a spanking? He used the BS! Horrible. I tell you, that thing is evil and should be disposed off. I threatened to break it, and was told that if anything bad happened to the BS, he was going to buy a bigger, better one. Is there such thing as a BETTER BS? I don't THINK so! But I'm not willing to find out!
As he was spanking me with the dreaded BS, he decided to pull out his cell phone and make a little video. NOW, before you all get excited, I deleted it. Sorry, but as close as I am to some of you, I'm just not ready to go THAT far with you all. I will say though, it was kind of neat to watch that little clip. My butt didn't look as bad as I thought it would and I didn't sound as weird as I thought I would. It was fun to watch, but I made sure that after watching I deleted it! I wasn't taking ANY chances!
So, that's it. I probably won't post again until next week. I have to clean my house and get ready for the graduation and everything else! I'm tired just thinking about it. My daughter got her cap and gown the other day and I bawled like a little baby! I am excited for her, but I'll be glad when it's over.
Have a good week! I know I will.
to-do list
So, you may have heard, my daughter is graduating next week. My son is turning 10 on
Sunday. Life is crazy. So I thought I'd write out my to-do list.
Order cakes for birthday and graduation
get goodies for goodie bags (10 year old boys, what the heck to do get for THEM?)
get decorations for graduation party
pull hair out
glue hair back in (I don't want to be bald at the graduation, it's outside and my head might burn)
buy new dress
take back new dress because it looks like crap!
clean the bathroom (how does one man have so many whiskers?)
clean carpet in dining room (I will NEVER put carpet in a dining room again, at least with kids in the house)
kill the cat (well, this probably needs explaining...)
shave my legs (only if I can find a dress, otherwise I'm wearing pants and screw the legs)
Oh man, this list is making me tired. There is so much more, but my brain has just locked up and I can no longer think straight. There is one thing I know. These things are going to happen whether I get all that crap done or not. My legs may very well be hairy, the bathroom may well have whiskers in the sink and the carpet will probably not be very clean....but...
My son, my baby will still turn 10. My daughter, my angel, she will still graduate. And I...well, I should probably add, get kleenex, to my list, because there is going to be a lot of crying going on around here.
So, that's what's going on in my life....how about you?
P.S. That killing the cat thing, well, see, it's like this. We just bought a new sofa. It's beautiful chocolate leather. It's a sectional. It's got a big ottoman to put your feet up. Basically, it's fantastic. I'm betting that right about now, you've figured out why I must kill the cat.
The cat has scratched the sofa! BIG TIME!
So, pray for the cat.
*no cats were harmed, although there was a lot of swearing and threating going on.
Sunday. Life is crazy. So I thought I'd write out my to-do list.
Order cakes for birthday and graduation
get goodies for goodie bags (10 year old boys, what the heck to do get for THEM?)
get decorations for graduation party
pull hair out
glue hair back in (I don't want to be bald at the graduation, it's outside and my head might burn)
take back new dress because it looks like crap!
clean the bathroom (how does one man have so many whiskers?)
clean carpet in dining room (I will NEVER put carpet in a dining room again, at least with kids in the house)
kill the cat (well, this probably needs explaining...)
shave my legs (only if I can find a dress, otherwise I'm wearing pants and screw the legs)
Oh man, this list is making me tired. There is so much more, but my brain has just locked up and I can no longer think straight. There is one thing I know. These things are going to happen whether I get all that crap done or not. My legs may very well be hairy, the bathroom may well have whiskers in the sink and the carpet will probably not be very clean....but...
My son, my baby will still turn 10. My daughter, my angel, she will still graduate. And I...well, I should probably add, get kleenex, to my list, because there is going to be a lot of crying going on around here.
So, that's what's going on in my life....how about you?
P.S. That killing the cat thing, well, see, it's like this. We just bought a new sofa. It's beautiful chocolate leather. It's a sectional. It's got a big ottoman to put your feet up. Basically, it's fantastic. I'm betting that right about now, you've figured out why I must kill the cat.
The cat has scratched the sofa! BIG TIME!
So, pray for the cat.
*no cats were harmed, although there was a lot of swearing and threating going on.
Week in review
I feel like I've been running around in circles. Things seem to be happening quickly and I am feeling a little out of control.
My daughter, my baby, is about to graduate. This week was mostly about her. Monday was a choir performance, the last, for my girl. She's in the Madrigals, which is the best choir in the school. They sounded wonderful. She had a solo. Of course, she did great. At the end of the concert, they gave roses to all the seniors. Mine started crying. It was very moving. Ok, I admit, there were a few tears in my eyes also.
Remember when you graduated? It was all so exciting. I remember feeling excited and scared at the same time. I remember thinking that these people would always be my friend. HA! I'm not in touch with any of them. I tried to warn my daughter, but like all people her age, she can't imagine the future.
On Wednesday her choir had an awards dinner. They gave out the awards to all the choir members and then gave out awards for different categories. My daughter was voted "Comic Relief". I don't know WHERE she got that from....LOL Apparently, she's the class clown. The paper they handed out to the parents states, "No matter what is going on , we can always depend on a comment or gesture from this person that will make us all laugh. It's is healthy to keep people like them in our lives." Well, it's defiantly been healthy for me to keep her in my life!
After handing out all the awards, they had an "open" mic. The kids were allowed to get up and sing whatever they had chosen. Mine played the guitar for her friend and sang harmony and then later, she did a solo. Ever heard the song "At Last"? My daughter can sing that song better than most. Gives me chills every time she sings it. Pretty much everyone else thought the same, as people were coming up afterwards telling us how much they enjoyed it. Can you say, PROUD?
I just loved watching her with her friends. It made me realize that she has a life that doesn't include me. I've always suspected as much, but seeing her interact with all the other kids, watching them with all their little inside jokes and such, well, it just proves that she's moving on. She's growing up. She's a person that people like to hang out with. She makes people laugh. I'm sad that my time with her being a little girl is over, but I'm so happy that she is such a great person. I'm glad she's able to make people smile. I'm not the only one to smile when she comes into the room.
Thursday night, the wildchild went to Gradnight. For those of you that may not have heard of this, let me explain. Grad night is a night that Disneyland sets aside for graduating seniors. The grads show up around 9pm and stay until 6am. They have DJ's and bands and all sorts of great things for the kids to do. My daughter arrived home Friday morning around 10am. Apparently, she had the best time. She has been lamenting all evening about how sad she is that it is over and wishes she could do it again. I keep telling her to live in the moment, for you won't get these moments back again. The wildchild claims that there were thousands of kids there. After the pictures she showed me....I believe it. My daughter said there were seniors there for Ohio, so I guess people come from every where to participate. I know they have multiple grad nights, for they don't want rival schools coming to Disney on the same night. We know the other schools in our area did not attend this one. Can you imagine being there with all those teens? I attended grad night when I was a senior. It was fabulous. I'm just glad my daughter was able to experience it also.
So, there's my week. Next week is all about the little man. He will be having an open house at his school next week, plus, he will be celebrating his 10th birthday. After that, we have graduation.
Can somebody stop the clock. I don't want this time to end.
So, what's your best "senior" moment? Come on, you know you have one!
My daughter, my baby, is about to graduate. This week was mostly about her. Monday was a choir performance, the last, for my girl. She's in the Madrigals, which is the best choir in the school. They sounded wonderful. She had a solo. Of course, she did great. At the end of the concert, they gave roses to all the seniors. Mine started crying. It was very moving. Ok, I admit, there were a few tears in my eyes also.
Remember when you graduated? It was all so exciting. I remember feeling excited and scared at the same time. I remember thinking that these people would always be my friend. HA! I'm not in touch with any of them. I tried to warn my daughter, but like all people her age, she can't imagine the future.
On Wednesday her choir had an awards dinner. They gave out the awards to all the choir members and then gave out awards for different categories. My daughter was voted "Comic Relief". I don't know WHERE she got that from....LOL Apparently, she's the class clown. The paper they handed out to the parents states, "No matter what is going on , we can always depend on a comment or gesture from this person that will make us all laugh. It's is healthy to keep people like them in our lives." Well, it's defiantly been healthy for me to keep her in my life!
After handing out all the awards, they had an "open" mic. The kids were allowed to get up and sing whatever they had chosen. Mine played the guitar for her friend and sang harmony and then later, she did a solo. Ever heard the song "At Last"? My daughter can sing that song better than most. Gives me chills every time she sings it. Pretty much everyone else thought the same, as people were coming up afterwards telling us how much they enjoyed it. Can you say, PROUD?
I just loved watching her with her friends. It made me realize that she has a life that doesn't include me. I've always suspected as much, but seeing her interact with all the other kids, watching them with all their little inside jokes and such, well, it just proves that she's moving on. She's growing up. She's a person that people like to hang out with. She makes people laugh. I'm sad that my time with her being a little girl is over, but I'm so happy that she is such a great person. I'm glad she's able to make people smile. I'm not the only one to smile when she comes into the room.
Thursday night, the wildchild went to Gradnight. For those of you that may not have heard of this, let me explain. Grad night is a night that Disneyland sets aside for graduating seniors. The grads show up around 9pm and stay until 6am. They have DJ's and bands and all sorts of great things for the kids to do. My daughter arrived home Friday morning around 10am. Apparently, she had the best time. She has been lamenting all evening about how sad she is that it is over and wishes she could do it again. I keep telling her to live in the moment, for you won't get these moments back again. The wildchild claims that there were thousands of kids there. After the pictures she showed me....I believe it. My daughter said there were seniors there for Ohio, so I guess people come from every where to participate. I know they have multiple grad nights, for they don't want rival schools coming to Disney on the same night. We know the other schools in our area did not attend this one. Can you imagine being there with all those teens? I attended grad night when I was a senior. It was fabulous. I'm just glad my daughter was able to experience it also.
So, there's my week. Next week is all about the little man. He will be having an open house at his school next week, plus, he will be celebrating his 10th birthday. After that, we have graduation.
Can somebody stop the clock. I don't want this time to end.
So, what's your best "senior" moment? Come on, you know you have one!
Something new
I have a post going on the "one word" email. If you didn't get the email (I don't have ALL ya'll's e-mail, ya know) please, send me an e-mail with one word that you think describes me. I'm having a great time opening these e-mails and seeing just one word. Some of them have CRACKED me up. So, keep them coming, I'm going to write a post about them soon, but don't worry, I won't use your name if you don't want me to.
On to something else. Bossman and I have started something new. Now you all know that the d/d is a little shaky over here. We don't have much consistency or time to consider us in a real d/d relationship. We try, but we just aren't good at it. God knows I wish we were, but well, sometimes beggars can't be choosers.
Ok, here's the deal. I know you aren't going to believe this when I tell you, but it's the god's honest truth. I am pushy. More to the point, I tend to butt in when people are talking to Bossman.
Example, we were getting new tires on the car that we are giving the wildchild. (Actually, we already gave her the car, she was on to us...) While at the tire place, the man was asking Bossman all the pertinent information, name, addy, so forth. When he asked for the addy, I had to butt in before Bossman could answer. I don't know WHY I feel I need to butt in, but I do and it annoys the heck out of Bossman.
So after the lastest episode of me not keeping my big mouth shut Bossman decided it was time to try something new. So, in a new twist, he's decided that when we go out to eat, he's going to order for me.
Since he made this decision, we've eaten out twice. The first time it was just he and I. I had forgotten about the deal so when the waiter came by our table, Bossman jsut ordered for both of us. My first reaction was...HUH? But then I remembered the deal, so I just sort of played along with it. We both sort of chuckled and grinned over it. It was interesting. I've never had someone order for me. I have to admit, I kinda liked it. It made me feel special. Weird, but special.
The second time we did this was tonight. We went out to dinner with my youngest SIL. She's moving to Vegas with D. Partly to help D with things while she's getting treatment for the cancer, and partly to get out of this small town and her life that just isn't going as well as it should. So, we took her to dinner to say goodbye. Again, I forgot about the whole "deal" until Bossman asked me what I wanted to eat. I sort of grinned at him, told him what I wanted. When the waitress came to take our order, she asked ME before him what I would like. I looked at him and he immediately spoke up and said what I would like. The kids and my SIL looked at us like we were nuts and we immediately looked at each other and started cracking up. Bossman just told everyone it was a little thing between us, an inside joke, if you will. All I know is it was FUNNY!
Later this evening, when we were talking over the whole dinner, Bossman said maybe we should continue our little "deal" when there are others with us. I thought about that for a few minutes, but you know, I liked it! I told him that although it was a little embarrassing, it was mostly funny and it made me feel special. It somehow made me feel closer to him. We had a little secret. He was being dominate in public. I LIKED it.
Well, what do you think? Do you ever let your hubby or partner order for you? How does it make you feel? Is this weird or what? Tell me what you think, I'd really like to know!
On to something else. Bossman and I have started something new. Now you all know that the d/d is a little shaky over here. We don't have much consistency or time to consider us in a real d/d relationship. We try, but we just aren't good at it. God knows I wish we were, but well, sometimes beggars can't be choosers.
Ok, here's the deal. I know you aren't going to believe this when I tell you, but it's the god's honest truth. I am pushy. More to the point, I tend to butt in when people are talking to Bossman.
Example, we were getting new tires on the car that we are giving the wildchild. (Actually, we already gave her the car, she was on to us...) While at the tire place, the man was asking Bossman all the pertinent information, name, addy, so forth. When he asked for the addy, I had to butt in before Bossman could answer. I don't know WHY I feel I need to butt in, but I do and it annoys the heck out of Bossman.
So after the lastest episode of me not keeping my big mouth shut Bossman decided it was time to try something new. So, in a new twist, he's decided that when we go out to eat, he's going to order for me.
Since he made this decision, we've eaten out twice. The first time it was just he and I. I had forgotten about the deal so when the waiter came by our table, Bossman jsut ordered for both of us. My first reaction was...HUH? But then I remembered the deal, so I just sort of played along with it. We both sort of chuckled and grinned over it. It was interesting. I've never had someone order for me. I have to admit, I kinda liked it. It made me feel special. Weird, but special.
The second time we did this was tonight. We went out to dinner with my youngest SIL. She's moving to Vegas with D. Partly to help D with things while she's getting treatment for the cancer, and partly to get out of this small town and her life that just isn't going as well as it should. So, we took her to dinner to say goodbye. Again, I forgot about the whole "deal" until Bossman asked me what I wanted to eat. I sort of grinned at him, told him what I wanted. When the waitress came to take our order, she asked ME before him what I would like. I looked at him and he immediately spoke up and said what I would like. The kids and my SIL looked at us like we were nuts and we immediately looked at each other and started cracking up. Bossman just told everyone it was a little thing between us, an inside joke, if you will. All I know is it was FUNNY!
Later this evening, when we were talking over the whole dinner, Bossman said maybe we should continue our little "deal" when there are others with us. I thought about that for a few minutes, but you know, I liked it! I told him that although it was a little embarrassing, it was mostly funny and it made me feel special. It somehow made me feel closer to him. We had a little secret. He was being dominate in public. I LIKED it.
Well, what do you think? Do you ever let your hubby or partner order for you? How does it make you feel? Is this weird or what? Tell me what you think, I'd really like to know!
Thank you all.....
For the wonderful birthday wishes! I really did have a great birthday. I would have to say it was one of the best.
I hope all you mothers out there had a great mothers day. My little nephew turned ONE on mothers day, so we had a nice bbq, at the park, to celebrate both Mothers day and his birthday. It was really nice to spend time with the family and my Mom. We jumped in the jump house, played horseshoes and badminton. Really a fun time. I made a special slide show for my sister of the little man, that included just about all 12 months. It must have turned out great because she cried! Seeing how much he has changed has just amazed us all. It's shocking to me that a little person like that changes so much in such a short time. As you get older, you tend to forget things like that.
I guess I forgot to mention that Bossman bought a new toy.
This is the real picture of it. Isn't she pretty? She's used, but she's cute! I look great in it.
Actually, we had to buy Bossman a new car because we decided to give our other car to the wildchild for a graduation gift. Truth be told, she already drives it, so it's not like it's a big surprise or anything. BUT she thinks we are making her pay us for the car. NAAAHHHHH! We couldn't do that to her. We've decided to let her keep thinking that until graduation. We are going to buy her seat covers and new tires and stuff like that. Oh, did I mention, it too is a mustang? It's older and it's not a convertible, but who doesn't want to drive a mustang?
Ok, truth be told AGAIN, not me. I'm not a huge fan of mustangs. I mean, they are cute and all, but they are not that comfortable to ride in. Not a lot of leg room on the passenger side. The doors are heavy to open. And convertibles? Well, my hair likes to flip all over my face. The hats I try to wear always try and blow off and then I end up with hat hair. Convertible hair is NOT fun and really not that attractive. I will admit, it's nice when you're just cruising around town, but on the highway....not so fun.
I'd like to thank you all for your support regarding the MIL. Bossman did NOT call her for mothers day and that may seem harsh, but it's not. Not when you realize that the person that is your mother, talks bad about you to others. Not when you realize that the person that raised you can only think of herself and not others.
The FIL tried to make a half-hearted plea to his son to call his mother, but the FIL knows that my husband is right about most of this. Bossman and I are willing to admit that there are two sides to every story. BUT, why is it when the MIL is in the same room with 5 other people, she comes out of that room with a completely different story than the rest of the room? That's when you know, you can never win.
Bossman summed it up the best when he said..."It's like someone coming in and telling you your floor is dirty. That's all they say, they come in and say, wow, your floor is dirty. But, the next day, you turn around and tell everyone in the family that this person said, your floor is disgusting. It has bugs and fleas and old food and nasty, sticky stuff all over it."
Is it the same thing? I don't think so. But that's what the MIL hears.
I will say that as a mother I felt bad for her yesterday. I thought of how sad it would be if one of my children didn't want to speak to me again. I thought of how I would do anything in my power to make sure that that, never happens to me. I thought about how I could NEVER ever call one of my children evil and that I would NEVER try and turn my children against one another just to make them on MY side.
And then I thought about how sad it would be to end up being old and all alone.
Unfortunately, that's how it's turning out to be for the MIL.
So, any news on the spanking front? (or is that back?) Nothing new to report here. Time just hasn't been our friend when it comes to spanking. I was suppose to get a spanking for the little fender bender that I had. When I say little, I mean, at least 1200 dollars little. Or more. No, it wasn't in the new car. It actually happened when Bossman was out of town. See some goon parked a trailer behind my car and when I backed out of the garage...well....~sigh~ I think you get the picture now.
In any case, the spanking never happened. This is what happens to us and this is why it's so hard to carry on a traditional d/d lifestyle. Things happen that need taken care of but they just keep getting put off, until finally, it's too late. Spanking for it now really won't help the problem when you wait too long.
It's ok. I'm happy with what I get, when I can get it. So I won't complain too loud. At least not as loud as when I'm actually getting spanked. I complain REALLY loud when that's happening.
And that brings me to another thing. Why do I complain so much if this is what I want? It just seems so backward. Girl wants spanking, girl asks for spanking, boy finally spanks girl, girl complains and whines about it, boy spanks girl anyway, girl finally happy.
Seems a little twisted there, but oh well. At least nobody can accuse me of being normal........
I hope all you mothers out there had a great mothers day. My little nephew turned ONE on mothers day, so we had a nice bbq, at the park, to celebrate both Mothers day and his birthday. It was really nice to spend time with the family and my Mom. We jumped in the jump house, played horseshoes and badminton. Really a fun time. I made a special slide show for my sister of the little man, that included just about all 12 months. It must have turned out great because she cried! Seeing how much he has changed has just amazed us all. It's shocking to me that a little person like that changes so much in such a short time. As you get older, you tend to forget things like that.
I guess I forgot to mention that Bossman bought a new toy.
This is the real picture of it. Isn't she pretty? She's used, but she's cute! I look great in it.
Actually, we had to buy Bossman a new car because we decided to give our other car to the wildchild for a graduation gift. Truth be told, she already drives it, so it's not like it's a big surprise or anything. BUT she thinks we are making her pay us for the car. NAAAHHHHH! We couldn't do that to her. We've decided to let her keep thinking that until graduation. We are going to buy her seat covers and new tires and stuff like that. Oh, did I mention, it too is a mustang? It's older and it's not a convertible, but who doesn't want to drive a mustang?
Ok, truth be told AGAIN, not me. I'm not a huge fan of mustangs. I mean, they are cute and all, but they are not that comfortable to ride in. Not a lot of leg room on the passenger side. The doors are heavy to open. And convertibles? Well, my hair likes to flip all over my face. The hats I try to wear always try and blow off and then I end up with hat hair. Convertible hair is NOT fun and really not that attractive. I will admit, it's nice when you're just cruising around town, but on the highway....not so fun.
I'd like to thank you all for your support regarding the MIL. Bossman did NOT call her for mothers day and that may seem harsh, but it's not. Not when you realize that the person that is your mother, talks bad about you to others. Not when you realize that the person that raised you can only think of herself and not others.
The FIL tried to make a half-hearted plea to his son to call his mother, but the FIL knows that my husband is right about most of this. Bossman and I are willing to admit that there are two sides to every story. BUT, why is it when the MIL is in the same room with 5 other people, she comes out of that room with a completely different story than the rest of the room? That's when you know, you can never win.
Bossman summed it up the best when he said..."It's like someone coming in and telling you your floor is dirty. That's all they say, they come in and say, wow, your floor is dirty. But, the next day, you turn around and tell everyone in the family that this person said, your floor is disgusting. It has bugs and fleas and old food and nasty, sticky stuff all over it."
Is it the same thing? I don't think so. But that's what the MIL hears.
I will say that as a mother I felt bad for her yesterday. I thought of how sad it would be if one of my children didn't want to speak to me again. I thought of how I would do anything in my power to make sure that that, never happens to me. I thought about how I could NEVER ever call one of my children evil and that I would NEVER try and turn my children against one another just to make them on MY side.
And then I thought about how sad it would be to end up being old and all alone.
Unfortunately, that's how it's turning out to be for the MIL.
So, any news on the spanking front? (or is that back?) Nothing new to report here. Time just hasn't been our friend when it comes to spanking. I was suppose to get a spanking for the little fender bender that I had. When I say little, I mean, at least 1200 dollars little. Or more. No, it wasn't in the new car. It actually happened when Bossman was out of town. See some goon parked a trailer behind my car and when I backed out of the garage...well....~sigh~ I think you get the picture now.
In any case, the spanking never happened. This is what happens to us and this is why it's so hard to carry on a traditional d/d lifestyle. Things happen that need taken care of but they just keep getting put off, until finally, it's too late. Spanking for it now really won't help the problem when you wait too long.
It's ok. I'm happy with what I get, when I can get it. So I won't complain too loud. At least not as loud as when I'm actually getting spanked. I complain REALLY loud when that's happening.
And that brings me to another thing. Why do I complain so much if this is what I want? It just seems so backward. Girl wants spanking, girl asks for spanking, boy finally spanks girl, girl complains and whines about it, boy spanks girl anyway, girl finally happy.
Seems a little twisted there, but oh well. At least nobody can accuse me of being normal........
40???
First we did this....
Then HE used this 40 times....
And gave me this....
Because we just got a new one of these (not for my birthday, actually for Bossman)......
We had to pick it up from the mechanic...
In the evening, I THOUGHT just the kids and Bossman and I were going to dinner....
Little did I know, my whole family was waiting at the restaurant for us!
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My sister, very thoughtfully gave me these.....
The candle is battery operated so that my arthritic 40 year old hands don't have to use matches. (Isn't she thoughtful?)
And this.....
Well, if you look closely you'll see, it's an old lady cane. Complete with dirty old man repellent and a horn and rear view mirror.
As you can tell, I had the BEST birthday EVER! This is the first time I've ever had a surprise party! And I was surprised. We had a lot of fun and of course, I had to endure the singing while the whole restaurant looked on. My kids thought that was too funny! Anything that embarrasses mom is very amusing to them. I was glad to amuse!
Bossman did an amazing job planning my birthday. And did I mention he got my diamond earrings?
Oh yeah baby...it was a GREAT birthday!
Thanks for all the birthday wishes, I love you all and you all made me smile! Thanks for being a part of my best birthday!
Now I think I'll go eat some CAKE.......
Then HE used this 40 times....
And gave me this....
Because we just got a new one of these (not for my birthday, actually for Bossman)......
We had to pick it up from the mechanic...
In the evening, I THOUGHT just the kids and Bossman and I were going to dinner....
Little did I know, my whole family was waiting at the restaurant for us!
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My sister, very thoughtfully gave me these.....
The candle is battery operated so that my arthritic 40 year old hands don't have to use matches. (Isn't she thoughtful?)
And this.....
Well, if you look closely you'll see, it's an old lady cane. Complete with dirty old man repellent and a horn and rear view mirror.
As you can tell, I had the BEST birthday EVER! This is the first time I've ever had a surprise party! And I was surprised. We had a lot of fun and of course, I had to endure the singing while the whole restaurant looked on. My kids thought that was too funny! Anything that embarrasses mom is very amusing to them. I was glad to amuse!
Bossman did an amazing job planning my birthday. And did I mention he got my diamond earrings?
Oh yeah baby...it was a GREAT birthday!
Thanks for all the birthday wishes, I love you all and you all made me smile! Thanks for being a part of my best birthday!
Now I think I'll go eat some CAKE.......
prom and stuff
Prom went GREAT! The wildchild had a great time and all day yesterday kept lamenting that prom was over. She looked forward to it for so long and now that it's over, she can hardly believe it.
The bad news....the new love interest told my daughter, over text messaging, that he could no longer take her to the his prom. A girl that he knows just broke up with her boyfriend and so he feels he should take her.
There are so many things wrong with that last paragraph I hardly know where to begin.
1. How do you ask someone to prom and then back out?
2. Earlier in the day, he asked her what color her dress was, so he could make sure and match....how does someone go from asking that, to canceling out on the whole thing in a matter of hours?
3. Since when is it ok to break up with someone over a text message?
Anyway, the wildchild was heart broken but didn't want to worry about it because she had her own prom to worry about. Turns out she had a wonderful time. She got her nails done, her hair looked beautiful and she even donned fake eyelashes. She looked amazing. Bossman asked if I ever thought our daughter would look like a woman. I have to admit that I NEVER thought this time would come. It sneaks up on you.
I appreciate all your comments about the MIL. This has been hard, but as you all realize, the kids are the most important. She continues to tell others in the family about how horrible we are, things that we've said (lies). Fortunately, we all know how she is, so no one is really buying into her lies. I'm still torn on what I should do for graduation. Do I invite her to the graduation, but not the lunch after, or do I just not invite at all. The graduation is being held outside in a stadium and we could easily avoid her at that, so I'm leaning toward sending the announcement to her for that. Problem is, the rest of the family is coming to the house for lunch after. It will be weird to not have her here, but on the other hand, we are afraid that she won't behave herself and ruin everything. I feel like I'm between a rock and a hard place. But in the end, Bossman says, we are NOT inviting her to our home. He said we should leave it to the wildchild on whether she should be invited to the graduation. He doesn't want the wildchild to come back later and say that we didn't let her invite her grandma. BLAH! I don't KNOW anymore, I just want it to all go away!
Guess what? I'm 39.95. A bargain right? Tomorrow though, the price goes up to 40. Yep, it's the big 40. Seems strange to think that I'll now be in my 40's. But I've got a lot of friends that have assured me that 40 is the new 20! And you know something, I believe them. I think I'm looking forward to my 40's. So many changes will be happening. My kids are growing up, and I'll be able to spend more time with my husband. We are making more money, so we will be able to enjoy life without the financial worries that plagued the 30's. Although I have been dealing with a few health issues, Bossman and I are still pretty healthy and trying to get healthier. So, what's not to like about the 40's? I say, bring them on....I'm ready!
Well, D's having another treatment today. She's going well, so we are grateful for that. Hopefully, that tumor will shrink away to nothing.
So, I guess that's it. Life sure has it's good and bad, doesn't it?
How was your weekend? I would like to know, I'm nosy that way....
The bad news....the new love interest told my daughter, over text messaging, that he could no longer take her to the his prom. A girl that he knows just broke up with her boyfriend and so he feels he should take her.
There are so many things wrong with that last paragraph I hardly know where to begin.
1. How do you ask someone to prom and then back out?
2. Earlier in the day, he asked her what color her dress was, so he could make sure and match....how does someone go from asking that, to canceling out on the whole thing in a matter of hours?
3. Since when is it ok to break up with someone over a text message?
Anyway, the wildchild was heart broken but didn't want to worry about it because she had her own prom to worry about. Turns out she had a wonderful time. She got her nails done, her hair looked beautiful and she even donned fake eyelashes. She looked amazing. Bossman asked if I ever thought our daughter would look like a woman. I have to admit that I NEVER thought this time would come. It sneaks up on you.
I appreciate all your comments about the MIL. This has been hard, but as you all realize, the kids are the most important. She continues to tell others in the family about how horrible we are, things that we've said (lies). Fortunately, we all know how she is, so no one is really buying into her lies. I'm still torn on what I should do for graduation. Do I invite her to the graduation, but not the lunch after, or do I just not invite at all. The graduation is being held outside in a stadium and we could easily avoid her at that, so I'm leaning toward sending the announcement to her for that. Problem is, the rest of the family is coming to the house for lunch after. It will be weird to not have her here, but on the other hand, we are afraid that she won't behave herself and ruin everything. I feel like I'm between a rock and a hard place. But in the end, Bossman says, we are NOT inviting her to our home. He said we should leave it to the wildchild on whether she should be invited to the graduation. He doesn't want the wildchild to come back later and say that we didn't let her invite her grandma. BLAH! I don't KNOW anymore, I just want it to all go away!
Guess what? I'm 39.95. A bargain right? Tomorrow though, the price goes up to 40. Yep, it's the big 40. Seems strange to think that I'll now be in my 40's. But I've got a lot of friends that have assured me that 40 is the new 20! And you know something, I believe them. I think I'm looking forward to my 40's. So many changes will be happening. My kids are growing up, and I'll be able to spend more time with my husband. We are making more money, so we will be able to enjoy life without the financial worries that plagued the 30's. Although I have been dealing with a few health issues, Bossman and I are still pretty healthy and trying to get healthier. So, what's not to like about the 40's? I say, bring them on....I'm ready!
Well, D's having another treatment today. She's going well, so we are grateful for that. Hopefully, that tumor will shrink away to nothing.
So, I guess that's it. Life sure has it's good and bad, doesn't it?
How was your weekend? I would like to know, I'm nosy that way....
Theresa
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