The Ball

I felt just like Cinderella going to the ball. I had the magic shoes, I had the sparkly dress, I even had my own personal hairdresser! (the wildchild)

Bossman has worked for the company for 6 years, so this is our 6th party. (Duh!) Bossman said I looked sexy and I looked better than last year! YAY me! I always feel more convident when I know I look good for my man.

The food was good, the wine was good and Bossman looked GREAT! I swear, that man looks so sexy in a suit!

After a short speech from the Boss, it was time to dance! I'm not much of a dancer, I prefer slow dancing...but everyone was gettin' jiggy with it...so I decided to join the fun! We had a great time. The DJ sucked donkey balls though! Who plays all fast songs and NO slow? I mean really...people get tired. They want a slow song thrown in once in awhile. One of the Bosses asked Bossman to go up and request a slow song. Bossman was put on the spot, but went up and asked. They asked what song he wanted....he went blank and couldn't think of one. The DJ looked dumbfounded.

After about 3 more fast songs, (by the way, they were playing mostly 80's rock, so taht part was good) they finally played a slow song. It was country! Now I love a good country song, but it was the first country song of the night. How funny, they couldn't think of a slow song so they had to go to country. THEN, the played 2 slow songs in a row...both country. We thought that was VERY funny.

At the end of the slow songs we decided to head home. The party was slowing some, and frankly, it was getting boring.

So, there you go! There was nothing exciting to report. Nobody embarrassed themselves. I was bummed. I was hoping for a good story to share!

Oh well! I do have something else to share though.....


Today is PK's birthday! Stop by her blog and give her some love!




I hope your day is filled with spankings, you deserve each and every one of them!

Have a great Birthday! Love you!

HUGS!
grace

Count your blessings!

The party is tomorrow....curse me and my tallness and big feet!

But brisk *clap, clap* enough depressing crap!

I was reminded today of blessings and I thought I'd share my story.

A couple of weeks ago, I went to a used book store in my area. I LOVE reading, but I really don't like book stores all that much. It's too overwhelming and I don't know where to begin. PLUS, I HATE spending money on new books. I LOVE the smell of new books, but you know something? The story is the same whether you read it in a new book or used book.

Anyway, I was in the store and this very cute old lady (when I say old, I mean she's probably in her 70's) was running the store. We were discussing the book I was looking for and she was asking how I found her store. Then we got in a a discussion about how nobody reads the newspaper anymore and how sad it was.

While I was purchasing my lovely, lovely books, she pointed to a dish on the counter that had decorative colored stones in it. (the shiny colored glass stones that you use in vases and such) She told me to take one, they were free. I first I didn't understand but she explained to me that they were blessing stones. You are suppose to keep it in your pocket and whenever you reach in the pocket and touch it, it will remind you of how blessed you are. How sweet was THAT?

I had forgotten about the blessing stone until sorting the laundry today and the blessing stone fell out of my pocket. I remembered the story and I sat on the floor of the bathroom and remembered my blessings. Trust me, I have plenty.

It's easy to forget how blessed we are when things don't seem to be going our way. I have relatively good health, I have wonderful children and I have a really sexy husband!

After thinking of all my blessing, I came online to check email and such. When I turned on the computer, I saw my desktop picture. I had forgotten that I had changed it the other day, so I was surprised, at first, to see a new picture.

This picture was taken on Saturday. My son and I went to a walking path that we hadn't been to before. It was just the two of us and we had the binoculars and water and we set off to see what we could see. We He climbed rocks and we looked at birds and it was just a really nice day.

We also saw THIS:



No joke, I took that picture!

If that's not the universe/God reminding me that I am blessed and loved....well I don't know what is!

So, go get yourself a pocket blessing. Find a rock or a stone or a penny or a lucky rabbits foot. Put it in your pocket and then....every time you stick your hand in your pocket, remember how blessed you are!

I know I do!

*shoe update*
Believe it or not, the wildchild just came in with a magical pair of shoes! They have a very short heel and are silver and sparkly. They are the perfect shoes. AND, they match my dress! I just tried them on and lo and behold they fit! Where did the magical shoes come from, you ask? Apparently last night she saw them on her friends floor in her bedroom, asked if I could borrow them and WA-LA! Magical shoes!

See, I really am blessed!

A hard week

Warning...this post is depressing. If looking for happy, cheerful stuff, please, take a look at my links. I'm sure there is something there to make you smile.

This has been a hard week for me. Hard weeks = not in a blogging mood.

I don't really have much to write on this blog. There hasn't been spanking and although Bossman and I have made up from our previous spat, we still aren't all that connected. It's hard to get connected when you just don't have any time alone. It seems that when the time alone comes, we have other things to do.

So, in other depressing developments, Poor D had to put her dog to sleep. Now I ask you all, how fair is that? The dog was old and frail, as a matter of fact, the dog was 17, but still....this was D's baby. When D called with the news, she couldn't stop sobbing. This dog was her child.

After the week I've been having, it's just been too much to bear. I've become afraid to answer the phone when I see D's number. It just seems like the news is always, always bad!

It's exhausting! See, when I talk to D, I try always to be positive. But I found myself lacking words. I've run out of comforting things to say.

Sometimes life just isn't fair.

In other news, Friday night Bossman and I have to attend a fancy-shmancy Christmas dinner for Bossmans work. This thing is held at the fancy-shmancy country club and there are lots of very rich people there. I don't look forward to going. Not only is it boring, but sheez, I have nothing in common with these people. They talk about their trips to far off lands, they talk about their cabins by the lakes and their new boats. They all look fancy...hair all quaffed and nails all polished and spiffy looking and I...well I always feel like the red-neck hillybilly!

I have nothing to talk about, except kids or "Ellen". I could say I blog about spanking...that might turn a few heads! But, I do want Bossman to keep his job, so that's probably not a good idea!

I did get a sparkly dress. I spent the entire day looking for shoes. What the HELL is wrong with shoes stores? Why must every single shoe have 5 inch heels? I'm 5'10 people, if I wear high heels I look like gigantor! I could just get some leather and you can call me Zena Warrior Princess!

~sigh~ I gave up the search for shoes. I'm going barefoot. Think they will let me into the country club? Probably not...Oh well they probably all think I'm one of the Beverly Hillbillys anyway!

Ok, enough of this depressing crap...just reading this is making me sick....

Next post....The country club dinner and how I embarrassed myself. (Cuz I just KNOW something will happen...)

Update to the update....

D is doing fine. Apparently it wasn't as bad as they thought it was going to be and she was able to come home today.

Thank you all for your continued support.

I believe that every good thought, whether you know her or not, is helpful!

I know it helps me!

Update

I just wanted to ask you all to please keep D in your thoughts and prayers today.

Apparently, they have now found a blockage in her heart. She is going in for angiogram tomorrow, which, now that I think about it, most of you are probably reading this tomorrow, so in that case, she's having it today!

This is horrible news. Things seem to be going from bad to worse. She has to discontinue the chemo, which isn't good for the cancer, so she can treat her heart.

I would like to remind you (or tell the new people) that D is only 35.

That's all I have for today. But I would still like your opinions on the last post, so please, if you haven't read it yet, scroll down and read it and leave your opinion.

Inquiring minds want to know!

the problem with being born submissive

I would like to give a shout out to Lizzybee and Andrades! I love that new readers are stopping by. Thanks for reading my humble little blog. I don't have any answers but I do like to give my opinion. Stop by anytime and although I'm terrible at answering comments, I do read them....I DO!

So, to the problem with being born submissive.

If you missed the post about being born submissive, you can find it here.

After reading all the comments on that post, I realized I am not alone in this thinking. I realized what the biggest problem is.

Most of us...at a very young age...are taught that being submissive is bad. It's not politically correct. It makes us weak.

So, instead of embracing the fact that we are submissive, we are made to feel like we are weird. Not normal. Other women look down their noses and wonder how we could possibly LIKE letting a MAN lead us.

Somehow, being submissive makes us stupid. Suddenly we can't make decisions. We can't think for ourselves.

I don't know about you, but I have some pretty strong opinions and I'm not afraid to express them. I also know how to make decisions, without consulting a man. Sure, it's nice to have a man to consult with, but if push came to shove, I could take care of myself.

It's funny, Bossman and I were discussing how life was when we were 18/19 years old. Those were the years we were just dating. As we were taking a jaunt down memory lane I realized how different I am. Back then, I was VERY independent. I knew what I wanted and I did what I wanted. My mamma taught me to be self-sufficient. Bossman, on the other hand, didn't really have a clue. I don't say that to be mean, but he was brought up in a very strict house. He didn't really know what the real world was like. He wasn't very independent. He did exactly what his parents told him to do and didn't think outside the box.

As we've grown and changed in last 20 years, things are reversed. I still have my independent streak, but I prefer to let him handle things. He is much more independent, taking on the world and all it has to offer.

I don't mind the change. I am happier for it. I always knew that I wanted a big strong man to take care of me. My man had to be taller than me (I'm 5'10), he had to want to do things like open doors and such for me. I always wanted to be the helpless female. That role in life appealed to me in a way I just can't explain.

I still have my independent side. I am the helpless female with Bossman and Bossman alone. Don't try and tell me women are stupid. Don't tell me women can't drive or can't do this or that. Women can do anything they set their minds to. Don't tell me women don't deserve to earn as much money as a man and don't you dare try and tell me that men are superior to women.

But there is something to be said for having a man to take care of you!

Oh, and one thing that a man could never do....have babies! I dare any man to try that! (and NO, the she/man that had the baby doesn't count!)

What are your thoughts? Am I crazy, or does this make sense?

I'm FULL!

Thanksgiving was a quiet affair at the grace house. This was the first year that we had no family over. It was a little weird and I thought the kids would be disappointed.

Turns out, I was WRONG! We had a wonderful time.

We started the day with the parade. No Thanksgiving was complete without the Macy's day parade. I put the turkey in the oven and then fixed yummy cinnamon rolls and eggs for breakfast. (you know the pillsbury cinnamon rolls that come in the tube? That's a tradition in our house for all holidays)

About noon, the wildchild and I started cooking the rest of the meal. I fixed the stuffing. The wildchild? She fixed the mashed potatoes and the yams (with marshmallows) and the green bean casserole. We also had cranberries and rolls. It was great! The wildchild listened to music and dances around the kitchen. We kept peeking out at Bossman to see if he would notice if we did a crazy dance, and kept laughing when he didn't. There was lots of joking and laughing and it was just such fun.

So, ever head of "black" Friday? You know those crazy people you see on the news that are up at o'dark hundred so they can do some shopping?

Bossman and I decided to be one of the crazys.

We got the paper the day before, we studied all the ads. We wrote down what we wanted from each store. We decided which store we would go to first.

This morning, we got up and 4:30, so we could go to wally-world first. They were going to open at 5. We had our list, we checked it twice and out the door we went.

I was surprised at the amount of people that were out driving around at such an early hour but NOTHING and I mean, NOTHING compared to how many people were waiting in line at wallyworld. Oh MY! The line was at least a half-mile long. There were police trying to control the crowd. It was about 10 to 5. I couldn't believe my eyes.

We decided that NOTHING was THAT important. We decided that since we were up, why not head to Target and see what sort of line they had. They were not suppose to open until 6, so we were hoping it wouldn't be too bad. Target had the stuff I REALLY wanted at REALLY good prices.

We got to the big red store at about 5:15. The line was not too bad. It hadn't yet snaked around to the back of the store, as a matter of fact, it hadn't even reached the garden department yet, so we figured it wouldn't be too bad. We got in line and everyone around us was laughing and joking and such. We discussed how crazy the wal-mart people were for waiting in such a horrid line. It was still dark outside, but everyone was quite friendly and happy.

About 15 minutes before the store opened, they had some workers come out and give us a map showing the floor plan of the store and wear the most hottest items in the ad would be located in the store. This was incredibly helpful as some of the stuff I was looking for was located in the middle of the clothes departments on pallets.

Bossman and I split up our list. He took the toys, I took the other stuff. At 6am on the dot, the doors opened and the line moved right into the store. We each got our stuff and met up in like 10 minutes. We happened to be close to the pharmacy department and low and behold, there were cashiers there. Nobody knew they were there, so we checked out all our stuff and were in our car by 6:15. Can you believe it? It was fantastic and we got everything on our list! I was so happy!

We then hit Kmart, and although it was crowded, it wasn't bad and again we got everything we wanted and were out the door within 30 minutes.

By this time we are hungry. We hit a fast food place, which was empty and got some food and used the restroom. Then we decided, what the heck, lets see what walmart looks like now.

We drive through the parking lot and notice that the door where they were first letting people in, still had a huge line. We decided that we weren't going to wait to get into that store, but as we got to the other side of the store we noticed that the garden section door was letting people in and there was no line, people were just walking right in. Huh? Why was there a long line on the other side? Who knows what people were thinking. In any case, we decided to chance it and go in. GAH! Everyone in our entire town was in Wallyworld. They had to be. I mean, I've NEVER seen such chaos. We headed back to the photo department as I really, really wanted to get a couple of people some digital photo frames. You know, the kind where you and put in a memory card and then the frames shows a slide show of all your pictures? They were on sale for only 39 dollars and I really wanted them. I was so happy to see they had a whole pallet full of them.

See, I didn't think we'd be going to walmart, so I just bought ONE of those frames at Target, but it was 59 and it was smaller. So, guess who's going back to Target sometime soon to return the frame?

Anyway, besides having everyone in the entire world in walmart, we had to wait for 45 minutes in line. That was, by far, the worst part of the morning. But, I got my frames and a couple of other goodies and I was happy.

We were home by 8:45 and I was ready for a nap by 9. I would say that all in all, I had a pretty successful day!

So how was your Thanksgiving and were you crazy like me and braved the stores OR did you opt to sleep in?

Either way, I hope your holiday was GREAT!

Happy 40th Birthday Bossman!

To a terrific Father....

An awesome Uncle.....

A wonderful Friend....

The best hubby a girl could ask for...

I love you Babe!

Things to be Thankful for.....

Family

Love

Health (I'm so glad I got over the plague!)

Leftover turkey

Friends (on the net and in person)

Pumpkin pie (YUM)

e-mails from blogger friends (I do love YOU guys!)

yams with marshmallows on top (LOVE THEM!)

kids (even the cranky teenage ones)

friendship bracelets (just looking at it makes me smile)

A shower with your lover (this morning, with a BJ on top!)

mashed potatoes with gravy

board games

blogs (gotta read my blogs)

football games playing in the background (although watching is fun, cooking with football in the background is just...well it's just Thanksgiving!)

green bean casserole (with the french fried onions on top)

apple pie with vanilla ice cream

old christmas movies (Although Clark Griswald wasn't very domineering, I still love him!)

Well, there's my list. I'm sure I could think of more, but my son wants to play a game with me so I gotta run.

Before I go though, I'd love to hear what YOU are thankful for! Come on, surely you can think of something! Share with the rest of us...we'd all like to be thankful with you.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
HUGS!
grace

just born with it

When I look back at my life, I am quite certain that I have had spanking tenancies from a very early age.

I loved playing games that involved someone being in charge. That included playing house, with me being the child, playing school, with me being a student, or doctor, with me being the patient. Notice, I was never the one in charge.

As a child, I had no idea that this was anything sexual. All I knew was playing the student and having to stand in the corner was the best part of the game. Funny, when I look back, my parents made me stand in the corner at home, but that was never a punishment at school. I think I got that from "Little House on the Prairie." Remember how Willy was always standing in the corner? That must be why I loved that show so much!

As I got older, and my step-father got meaner, spankings made an introduction in my house. My step-father spanked me up until the 8th grade. If you ask me, that is way too old to be spanking a child. But it happened. Weird part is, that was NOT something I enjoyed. Nothing about it was fun. And it didn't lead me to nice tingly feelings later...if you get my drift.

So, where did it come from? Where did this submissiveness come from? My mother was certainly NOT submissive. She is amazing and independant and I can't imagine her ever being submissive to anyone. She was quite the woman's libber...ready to take on the world and all that stuff.

So, looking back, I can't find a single thing that leads me to where I am now. I just know that it has always been there.

Of course, I had to find it. As I got to be a teen, my thoughts of punishment, (not parental, just general) did give me the tingly feeling, which in turn, led to sexual exploration of the masturbation kind. Of course then it was just wrong and dirty and all those other things.

I admit, one of my teenage fantasies was being kidnapped with a hunky strong man. See, we would both be kidnapped at the same time, but the hunky strong man would try and protect me. I would take a story like that and make up all sorts of scenarios. (nice way to occupy your mind while delivering newspapers.) Of course the end result was always that the hunky guy would fall in love with me and once we were rescued we would be together forever. No, I never had spanking in these daydreams, I don't think I had evolved to that point yet. But, I was always helpless. I was always submissive! Always.

So, I was born submissive.

Unfortunately I was not so quick in figuring it all out. As I eluded to, I did have thoughts of punishments as a teen and I realized that those thoughts would give me the tingles. Although, it wasn't spanking that I thought of. It was standing in the corner, being tied up, being held hostage, being forced into doing things non-sexual. It wasn't until the internet and years of reading BDSM stuff that I realized that the spanking stories were the ones that pushed all my buttons. Not the master/slave ones, not the extreme pain and torture ones, it was the spanking and punishment ones. Standing in the corner, mouth washings, spanking, even things as silly as writing lines, those are the things that give me that tingle.

The movie "Pretty Woman" has been brought up on a couple of blogs that I read and somehow these thoughts just came out of my fingers as I was typing a post about the movie. What do all these ramblings have to do with Pretty Woman? Pretty Woman is the movie where I realized I want my man to be like THAT! I want him to take charge when people are mean to me. I want him to tell me to stop fidgeting. I want him to slug a guy that tries funny business with me.

And when I want to leave, I want him to come and ask in that aching voice, "Please stay."

And when all else fails, I want him to show up on his white horse (or white limo) and I want him to save me.

Although I didn't know it at the time, I married a man like that. He takes charge, he sticks up for me, he would slug someone if they tried anything with me. He has asked in that aching voice "come back." And more than once, he has showed up with his white horse and saved me.

If only there had been a spanking scene in "Pretty Woman"......

Women...do you think you were born with the submissive trait? I feel like maybe all women are born with it, it's just some of us suppress it. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe we are not all born that way....but I do know one thing....

I was!

She lives!

Ok, I survived the plague of '08. It wasn't pretty. I don't like worshiping the porcelain god. It's just gross. And....when it comes out of both ends at the same time, well, not only is it gross...it's GROSS!

I know, TMI! I'll stop now.

Thanks so much for all the kind comments. It's nice to open your email and see all the love. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Things with Bossman and I are on the mend. We had a talk the other night and it didn't go well. I felt like we weren't understanding each other. Everything I said was wrong. Everything he said was wrong too. It pretty much ended in tears.

I read all your comments and I agree that communication is always the key. But when communication breaks down, I just don't know what happens next. I feel like he's being over-nice to me just so we can make up. I guess that's a good thing. But sometimes it feels fake. I don't like fake.

But sickness makes us vulnerable. In being vulnerable, I let go of whatever it was that was holding me back. I needed him to take care of me and he needed to take care of me and in the end, it brought us closer together. I missed cuddling, I missed listening to his heart beat. I missed us.

So yeah, things are getting better.

I asked him last night what was going to help us get back into fully being ourselves and he said, "a spanking."

Yeah, I think that just might help.

it was inevitable

Sure enough, the wildchild and I are both down for the count. We've been up all night! The stomach pains and the throwing up with nothing in your stomach have been the worst.

So, D won't be coming for Thanksgiving. Although I'm sad about it, it is also a relieve, as I don't know how I'm going to manage to get everything done now that I'm sick. Hopefully we will all be better by turkey day.

The little man is getting better. He didn't eat much yesterday, but today he's eating more, so that's a good sign.

So, anyway, don't stop by my house.....we've got the plague!

I'll be back when it's over, until then, have a good weekend!

from the frying pan to the fire

I haven't had time to read my comments from the last post. If I know you guys, and I know you as well as anyone could from comments and such, then I know you have all be extremely supportive. I will take the time to read them all and give them thought as soon as I'm done telling you about my day.

About 2 hours after posting my last post, the little man came down with the stomach flu. 2 hours after posting my last post, it was 12:30am.

My poor little man vomited the w.h.o.l.e night. Every hour on the hour. About 4 in the morning it started coming out of both ends. Needless to say, I think I got roughly 30minutes of sleep last night.

At 8:00 this morning (the exact time the doc's office opens) I was on the phone getting him an appointment. They got us in at 9. When I say "got us in"...well that's pretty much all that happened for the next hour and a half. We got a room and then we sat and sat and sat. The poor little man had to make numerous trips to the bathroom to vomit and...well you know, let it out the other end.

During one of his trips to the bathroom, the doc came in....this after an hour. Before we get all mean and mad at the doc, I'll come to his defense. There was a very sick baby in the office and this doc was the only one in today, so they go backed up at LEAST 45 mins.

Anyway, during one of the little mans trips to the bathroom, the doc came in. Seeing that the little man was in the bathroom, he LEFT! And we had to wait another 20 min.

Let me just remind you, in case you forgot, our appointment was at 9, we were finally seen at 10:15.

After examining the poor little man, the doc wants to be sure it isn't his appendix. After making him pee in a cup, the doc decides he wants a blood test, just to be sure.

Unfortunately, we have to go to the hospital for the blood test because they can send the results quickly...just in case it's the appendix.

By this time, it's around 11. I take him to the hospital and after filling out gobs of paperwork we finally get to the lab. The lady tries to draw his blood and can't find the vein. GREAT! She's got the needle in his arm and she's poking around trying to find the VEIN! (STUPID WOMAN....I just had to get that off my chest) So, she has to try the other arm.

But guess what, the poor little man has to vomit again. LUCKILY for the STUPID WOMAN...there was a bathroom near by and there was no vomit mess to clean up...although she would have deserved it! (OK, I sorry, I'm being mean, but I'm very very tired and WHO pokes around a 10 year olds arm?)

Finally she gets the blood and we leave. By this time, we are both exhausted although I'm sure the little man was more than me.

I forgot to mention, they couldn't give him anything for the vomiting until after the blood test, so we had to go BACK to the docs office, wait some more and then he got a shot in his butt. (not nearly as fun as it sounds!)

By the time this is all done, it's 12:15. I should mention that the docs office is about 25 minutes from my house, so we got home around 12:45.

The good news, it's not the appendix. Thank goodness! The other good news, the vomiting has ceased since around 1 this afternoon. It's 6 now. And the little man? He's been sleeping all day. Wish I was!

Instead, I spent the rest of my day cleaning the house, doing laundry, cleaning a very dirty bathroom and going to the store to get things like bananas, rice, apple sauce and toast. (the B.R.A.T diet) Don't worry, I also bought him jello and gatorade. The little man is very happy and he's held down his apple sauce, so far, so things are looking up.

Now, keep your fingers crossed that I don't get it. Or the wildchild. Or Bossman.

If any of us get it, D may not be able to come for Thanksgiving. She can't be around sick people. Chemo lowers your immune system. Doc tells me that you are contagious 4 days after you get the first symptoms.

As for things with me and Bossman....still not good. But I'm sure it will get better....

RIGHT?

*please excuse any typos or ramblings. The writer is sleep deprived and still has loads and loads of laundry to do. It would not be wise to remind the writer about her earlier laundry post as her current state of mind does not wish to think good thoughts about laundry and reminding her of such will only worsen her mood.
Thank you for your patience regarding this matter.*

worlds apart

Bossman and I have been disconnected. This is something that I'm sure most of you go through at one time or another. It's not that I have lost my libido. It's just that we've been fighting over things and well, things came to a head the other night.

It was one of those nights when nothing that was said was going to be said right. Nothing was going to make either of us happy. I finally lost my temper and in a fit of rage, left the house.

Unfortunately, the little man was in the room.

There goes my mother of the year award.

Bossman and I never fight like this. In the 19 years that we've been married, I can count on one hand the amount of times we've gone through something like this.

Anyway, I left. Don't worry, I didn't leave for good. As a matter of fact, as I drove away, I realized I had no where to go. Ok, I had places I could have gone, but I was ashamed and embarrassed. I wasn't about to tell my friends or family about this. Bossman and I are the most stable people in our family and I would never admit that we were having trouble. More importantly, the fight was really stupid. I mean, if it was a good fight, you know, something juicy or worthwhile, well, it wouldn't have been so bad. But seriously, it was just a stupid fight that escalated out of control. It's one of those things, where you look back and say, "what the hell just happened?".

So, where did I go? First I drove around and cried. I don't really recommend that. It's hard to see through the tears. I ended up close to walmart, so I parked in the parking lot, and just sat there. I couldn't really think, so I just sat there and felt sorry for myself. Then after a while I got bored. So I went into the store and picked up a couple of things that I needed. Might as well not waste a trip out, right?

The point of this post is here somewhere, I just can't seem to get there. What I'd really like to know is....

How do you reconnect after a huge fight like this? This fight happened over a week ago and although we've made up, we just aren't the same. Everything is out of sync. He keeps saying we need to reconnect and I am just not able, or willing or...well, I don't know what I am. I want to, but how? What's the answer? It's not that I'm still angry about the fight. But, I feel like things are different. Unsettled.

And then....the other day, Bossman went out and spent a ton of money on something KNOWING I wouldn't be happy about it.

Ok, we did discuss it, but he didn't say it was going to be THAT much....and...
When I asked him what he was thinking when he bought it, he said he was thinking about how mad I would be. So I ask myself, why would someone do that? Why would you buy something when you KNOW it's going to cause problems?

I am not mad about that anymore either. We did discuss it and he is going to make up the money by selling other stuff, so it's ok now, but still....

I don't know, I think I'm being selfish, but sometimes I think it's always about him and it's never about me.

But, if I think about the sex part of our life, it seems like it's all about me and not so much about him.

And right now...at this very moment...we are both in the same room, but we are worlds apart from each other.

How do we get back to the same world?

What if we don't?

Oh my!

Saw this on a truck today. How funny is THAT???

laundry revisited

Thank you all for stopping by and commenting on LOL day! I do love my lurkers and even if you didn't comment, I still love ya!

One of my new friends, goodgirl asked about my tagline "where laundry and lust collide". The wonderful Ceeci thought of that line and it fits me perfect!

Back in 2006, I wrote a post on laundry. The post before was boring and I jokingly said my next post would be about laundry. Low and behold, people wanted to hear about my laundry. I was going to write a funny post about laundry but next thing you know, it turned serious.

So, because you asked and because I don't have anything interesting to write about, I have decided to repost my laundry post.

And, speaking of laundry....I better get mine done....


First posted on October 5th, 2006

I was only joking when I said I would do my next post on laundry. Apparently, you all are fascinated by laundry. Therefore I feel it is my duty and honor to write a post about laundry.

First of all, what is it about dirty laundry? It's obviously dirty. It smells bad. There are stains. Dirty laundry can tell you a lot about a person. First of all, you can usually tell if it's a male or female. You can tell if it's a baby, child or adult. You can probably even tell if it's a teenager. If you dig further, you find out, what kind of perfume they wear, what kind of deodorant they wear, what they had for lunch or dinner.

If you look at my sons laundry, you would find lots of grass stains, every pair of jeans with a holes in the knees, lots of paint and marker stains, and always, always, always, you will find food stains. You will easily be able to tell what he had for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You most certainly will be able to tell that he plays sports. As with most little boys, you will smell that dirty dog smell that he so sweetly smells like after a hard day of play. Mixed in the laundry basket, you will find, army guys, hot wheels, Star Wars figures, and plastic toy guns. This is my son.

My daughters laundry is a whole different story. My daughter chooses to wear thongs. There has been great controversy over whether a good parent would allow their precious teen wear such a sexy piece of clothing. My short thought on that is...I can't stop her. She buys her own underwear, and she would wear them whether I said yes or no. She started wearing them before I even knew she wore them. Her friends would buy them for her. Since I'm pretty positive she isn't sexually active, I am not to concerned about the thongs. So, in her laundry, you would find thongs, you would find the hormonal smell of teen female. You'll find miniskirts and pink striped socks. You would also find secret notes from her friends. Notes about the worst teacher in the school, the cutest boy in P.E. class and (unfortunately) which girl in school is pregnant. Her laundry tells the story of her life. It's chaotic and grown-up, and it's little girly and sweet. It tells the story of a girl child trying to become a woman. This is my daughter.

Bossman has boring laundry. It's smells extremely manly. It has the occasional crumpled dollar bill, or a few stray coins. You might think the man was having an affair because you could easily find scraps of paper with a woman's name and phone number. Lucky for me, I KNOW better. These scraps of paper do give you a glimpse into his "other" life. Names and numbers of people that he talks to and comes in contact when I'm not around. This is my Bossman.

So, what does my laundry say about me? What would a person find out about me if they went through my dirty laundry? Would they notice my tigger tee-shirt with the holes in it that I got when I was pregnant with my son and I still love to sleep in? Would you notice the food stains that I always spill down the front of my shirt? What about the receipts that I always leave in my pockets? If you read those you would know what stuff I buy at the store. Like the tampons and the kitty litter. Would you notice that there is only one bra? Would you notice that I wear jean and tee shirts? Would you smell my favorite perfume, "sweet honesty"? This is me.

Laundry, like life, gets dirty. There are plenty of times when my life smells. Sometimes the smell is yucky, sometimes it's sweet perfume. Life also gets stained. Births and deaths, stain our lives in permanent ways. Ways that won't come out in the wash. Heartbreak and happiness, fade in and out of our lives just like the stains that we get out with a little "spray and wash".

If you took a look at my laundry 6 months or 6 years ago, you would have found something different than today. Laundry, like life, changes over time. Soon my daughter will have grown up laundry. Maybe she'll have the newlywed laundry. The kind with lots of sheets and towels. Maybe she'll have the laundry of a tired new mom with baby spit up on every one of her shoulders. Soon my sons clothes will get bigger. Someday he will have teen boy clothes. Maybe instead of grass stains, I'll find notes from girls. Maybe he'll leave his student id in his pocket. Maybe I'll still find some football sweaty clothes. Maybe instead of the dirty dog smell, I'll smell the hint of cologne. Maybe...

What will the laundry from Bossman and I look like in the future? I don't know. I hope it will have stains from graduation cake, stains from the wine at the wedding toast, and new grandbaby spit up stains. I hope it will still smell like sex and old spice, and sweet honesty. And maybe, if you look closely at the bottom of the basket, you might just find, mixed in with the clothes and socks and underwear...

The backscratcher that I once again hid from Bossman!

Hello out there!!!!!

Today is "Love our lurkers" day!

Now....what exactly is a lurker???

The dictionary defines it as such:

lurk
   –verb (used without object)
1. to lie or wait in concealment, as a person in ambush; remain in or around a place secretly or furtively.
2. to go furtively; slink; steal.
3. to exist unperceived or unsuspected.
4. Chiefly Computers. to read or observe an ongoing discussion without participating in it, as in an Internet newsgroup.


Now, I HOPE you aren't lying in wait to ambush me and I HOPE you aren't slinking around to steal from me.

I really HOPE you are just observing on ongoing discussion without participating!

The point of all this is to let you know that whether you participate or not, you are still important. It's easy for me to forget that there are people out there in the internet world that are reading my blog. I get less than 20 comments a post. Most times, less than 10. So, it's easy to forget there are a LOT more people out there reading. Although I don't blog for the comments...I LOVE hearing from my readers! It's so fun when someone new stops by and leaves me a little message.

So today I ask as nicely and as prettily as I can......

Please, leave me a comment! Please, drop me a line! PLEASE, with sugar on top?

You don't have to leave a name! All you have to do is say "Hi".

So please, please please, with a cherry on top......leave me a comment today!

I will love you forever!

HUGS!
grace

the weekend

Thank you all for the birthday wishes. I'd show you a pic of her today, but then I'd have to kill you, and I have neither the time nor the inclination to do that. Did you know that for the past 6 years it has rained on November 8th? Last year was just a drizzle and this year was just a sprinkle, but it's it ironic that it rains in some fashion every single year!!! It didn't rain until Saturday night and when it started the wildchild was out with friends, but we called her when the rain started and she was just as thrilled as we were. It's kind of tradition for us now and we sometimes take bets on whether it will rain or not. (Just thought you'd like an insight into our weird world...LOL)

The birthday was great! The wildchild is getting a laptop from us. She tried to go out on her birthday to buy lotto tickets and the guy at the store said she had to wait until mid-night. Never hear of that before, but she went to another store and they had no problem letting her buy the tickets.

I have to admit, I'm disappointed. The MIL didn't contact the wildchild for her birthday. I know things are bad between us and we haven't actually spoken to her since graduation but still, this is her grandchild and the children have nothing to do with the problems of the adults. Not to mention, the wildchild and the MIL were VERY close while the wildchild was growing up. The wildchild used to LOVE spending time with her grandma and it's hurtful that she couldn't even contact her. The MIL has the wildchild's cell phone number, she also knows our address. Couldn't she have called or sent a birthday card or ANYTHING? As a matter of fact, we saw the FIL at church and he wished the wildchild a happy birthday. Couldn't the MIL send a card with the FIL? I think it's crappy and it just makes me realize that this woman is sick and we are right to say away from her.

~rant over~

D ended up in the hospital this weekend. As a matter of fact, she's still there. Apparently her heart rate went down to 40. As far as any one can tell, the new meds must have done it. Problem is, the meds are so new, they don't know for sure. D doesn't want to quit taking the meds, because they are the best chance of recovery, but now this is thrown in, so who knows what will happen next! It's so scary. She'll find out today what the doctors think she should do next. I just don't understand....you take meds to make you better, but they continue to make you worse....it's just not fair.

Well, that's all I've got for today. What did YOU do this weekend???

Big Day

Tomorrow is the day my daughter turns 18.

Seriously? 18?

It's true, she's 18. That means......

I did it,
I did it,
I did it!!!!! *Happy Dance*

I successfully raised a child. She's still alive, still breathing. She's healthy and happy. She may not be the president (but she could someday!) but she is still somebody. She doesn't do drugs (that I know of), she isn't pregnant (thank baby jebus)and she graduated from high school.

Ok, I suppose I should give credit where credit is due. Bossman helped! Without him, none of this would have been possible. Without him, there would be no her.

Sorry if this sounds braggy, but lets face it, raising a child is HARD work. You don't have to have any training. You don't have to pass a class or study ahead of time. You don't have to pre-qualify. You don't even have to be an adult.

You have to clean up spit-up, change poopy diapers, stay up all night. Then you have to help with homework, go to performances of beginner violinist (my ears are still ringing) and search the pumpkin patch for hours, just to find the perfect pumpkin. After that, you get to be ignored, yelled at, and used only for the money in your wallet.

Sure, sounds like fun!

But then...well something extrodinary happens. The first smile, the first hug, the first "I love you." The first homemade card from school, telling you, you are the best mother in the world. Then one day, your child looks down at you (yes, she's taller than me ) and she says "Thanks mom. I couldn't have done it without you" and you realize, it was all worth it.

So, Happy Birthday to my wildchild! Always makes me laugh, always makes me cry, always close to my heart.

Hooray!

The election is OVER! No more stupid political ads! No more political crap in my mail! No more flyers on my door trying to tell me who and what to vote for! HOORAY!

So, how was your Halloween? Mine was great! We took the little man out with some friends trick-or-treating and we had a great time. It's great fun to see the little kids out getting candy. Can you believe someone gave the boys a nickel? What the heck? I'm sorry, but really.....a nickel? My son wondered if there was any candy he could buy for a nickel. Maybe a gum drop from the candy machine, but even then I think those things are up to a quarter. Oh well, guess it's the thought that counts!

Things are going fine around here. There hasn't been any more butt itch to report, but I'm hoping there will be some in the near future. I'm thinking we should have some sort of BS burning party. A huge bonfire and we can even make s'mores. Anybody care to join me in this?

Looks like D is heading to our house for Thanksgiving! We are happy for that. It seems she is on some just-approved chemo pills. Apparently they have just been released this past summer and no one in Vegas has been on them yet, so it took about 2 weeks for the local pharmacy to get a hold of them. So far there haven't been any side-effects and they are hoping this will knock the spots off her lungs.

Nobody wants to think of the worst, but since we don't know what the next year will hold for her (or for any of us, for that matter)I'm just glad we will get to spend the holiday with her and her hubby.

Football is over. Our team made it to the playoffs (YAY team) but we lost the first round. I was sorry to see us lose, but glad that it was over. It's getting cooler and darker so it wasn't much fun for practice.

Did I mention how glad I am the election is over?

So, I leave you with my little man in his costume. He's the sumo!



*faces are blurred to protect the innocent!

7

I know.....

You're just dying to hear my meme on 7 things about me. I'm not tagging anyone, as a matter of fact, I've already forgotten the rules, so here are 7 things you may or may not know about me.

1. I've never met ANYONE with my first name. Most people have a hard time pronouncing my first name. I've even had someone correct me on my own first name.

2. I have a pretty good singing voice and am asked to sing in church quite often.

3. I played the cymbals in the marching band in my senior year of high school.

4. I've only met my father once (in person) since I was 5.

5. I have a half-brother that I've never met and I don't even know his name.

6. I hate feet. Sorry, they creep me out. The only exception would be baby feet..who doesn't like baby feet?

7. I went to 14 different schools growing up, 2 in Germany.

There, are you happy now?

By the way, butt itch is going away, but still lingering. Oh, and number 8? I like butt itch!

butt itch

I really depend on the internet to tell me the important things in life. I read blogs and I learn a lot, really I do.....

So how come nobody bothered to tell me about butt itch?

You know what I'm talking about...don't pretend that you don't. You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about.

But just in case you are playing dumb, or have never experienced it yet, let me fill you in.

After a hard spanking, especially the next day.........

YOUR BUTT ITCHES!

Excuse me while I scratch my butt!

*scroll down if you want to know WHY my butt itches!*

lessons

There hasn't been much spanking going on around my house lately. So image my surprise when Bossman takes me home after dropping the little man at football practice and decides to spank me.

Frankly, we haven't discussed it much. I've pretty much given up talking about it. I mean, comments are made about spanking all the time but there isn't any follow through. I've come to terms with the fact that I just need to be happy with what I get and not worry about it when it doesn't happen when I want it to happen. Since I can't control Bossman, it's useless to stress myself out about things that don't happen. It makes me unhappy and it makes him unhappy and then things get unhappy in the relationship.

But look who I'm telling all this to. I'm sure you have all dealt with things like this before, whether it's spanking or something else, it's hard when you want something and it doesn't happen when or how you want. It's hard to not be able to control things like that. Wouldn't it be great if we could control things like that? But that would mean we could control other people's minds.

Ever play the Sims on the computer? If we could control the minds of others, it would be a lot like the Sims and would get boring rather quickly. There would be nothing spontaneous, life would be too predictable.

Wait a second....I was going to tell you about my spanking.

We got back from the practice and the wildchild was home. Bossman and I watched the news for awhile (my ears are starting to bleed with political mumbo jumbo) and then the wildchild left for work. Bossman pulls me off the sofa and I know by the look in his eyes that he had spanking in mind.

He took me into the bedroom, pulled down my pants and....well...you KNOW what he did next....

He pulled down my panties...of course!

Ok, after he did that, he pulled me over his knee and preceded to spank me long and hard with his hand. Now his hand is normally my favorite. But it was long...and hard. Then something strange happened to me, I started laughing!

I KNOW! What is THAT about anyway? Laughing? It really wasn't a laughing matter, as a matter of fact, it was hurting like hell. I had tried to wiggle away, I tried kicking my legs, I tried begging and pleading and then, when I thought it was getting to be too much I...I....I LAUGHED??????

If there is a lesson to be learned here I learned it. Want to know what I learned?

I learned that if you laugh during a spanking, it doesn't make it stop. As a matter of fact, since I started laughing Bossman decided he needed something a tad stronger to get his point across.

If I haven't mentioned this before, let me mention this now....backscratchers are from the DEVIL!

So since I started laughing, Bossman pulled out the dreaded backscratcher. The second lesson I learned, the backscratcher doesn't make me laugh. As a matter of fact, the backscratcher will make laughing cease immediately.

I will say that Bossman outdid himself on the spanking front last night. That was one of the hardest spankings I've ever gotten. There was no getting out of it and believe me when I say, I tried all the tricks of the trade. I tried begging, I tried pleading, I tried wiggling, I tried kicking and I tried getting up numerous times. Nothing worked.

One other thing....

Am I the only one that likes to have both sides evenly smacked? I learned that I hate having one side smacked longer or harder than the other. It's just not right to give the cheeks uneven treatment. Not only that, but it drives me NUTS!

After the spanking Bossman takes all my clothes off and tells me to stand at the wall for 5 minutes. Literally 2 minutes later, he practically threw me on the bed on my stomach. For a brief moment, I thought he was going to continue spanking me, but then he pulled my butt up and I knew where this was going. I pulled my knees on to the bed, (which, in case you are wondering, makes the height for doing it doggy style perfect for us) and well, you guess it, we did it like dogs. Then he flopped me over and did it from the top. Then, well...SHEEZ people, isn't that enough information for you?

I think you can use your imagination on the rest of this......

The last lesson I learned? My husband can spank when he sets his mind to it. He can be dominate and bossy and down right sexy....and DAMN...that's just HOT!

This just makes me LAUGH!

Remember the dead guy?

Guess he wasn't dead when I saw him.

Click here for the story.

Sad. Very sad.

the long road home

*in case you haven't been keep up..this is part 5 of my Vegas story. If you'd like to read the first 4, please....scroll down.*

By this time you are probably thinking there is no way that all this stuff happened to us. Do you really think I could make all this stuff up?

After a restful (HA) 4 hours of sleep, the little angel woke up. Lucky for me, he is a happy child and he woke in a great mood. Unlucky for the little angel, Bridezilla forgot to pack diapers!

After trying to call Bridezilla and getting a voice mail, I phoned my mom. She was already up and dressed so she went downstairs to find some diapers. How does one forget to pack diapers for their baby? I may never get the answer to that question.

After the crisis was averted, I got the little angel dress and I got myself dressed. Since the rest of the occupants of my room were still snoring, I took the little angel downstairs to find juice and something to eat.

When I got back upstairs, we packed up our stuff. The little angel started getting fussy. After getting stuff packed, I took the angel to my mom's room, because she had the car seat in her room. The little angel started getting REALLY fussy. Then he started to cry. Now the plan was to meet D for breakfast as she had just gotten home from her cruise and we wanted to see her before heading home. The little angel, he wasn't happy. Nothing I did would stop him from crying. I watch him everyday and he has NEVER been this way at my house before. He could not be consoled. When they came for our baggage, he was still crying, he cried all the way through the hotel and continued to cry while we waited for the car. I was working on a little amount of sleep and I was ready to pull my hair out.

After securing the car seat in the car, we stuffed our stuff in the car and started driving. I figured he was probably tired and would fall asleep in the car. NOPE. He just cried and cried. We called D and told her that we would stop to see her, but it didn't look like we were going to be able to eat with her. I called Bridezilla and told her the problem because I wasn't sure if he was sick or what. Bridezilla called me back and said they would probably just keep him in Vegas with them.

It was too far to take him to Bridezilla first, so we just went to the restaurant to see D. When we got there, I handed the little SCREAMING angel to Bossman and started telling D about our Vegas adventure. Bossman took the little angel across the parking lot and for some reason decided to take off his shoes.....guess what? It worked! He stopped crying. I don't know if his shoes were hurting him (they didn't hurt him earlier in the morning, but maybe a sock was pinching) or maybe he was just done crying. In any case, he stopped. And we were able to go in and eat with D after all. I called Bridezilla and told her the baby was fine, but she said that the groom wanted to keep the baby after all. FINE with me. I wasn't looking forward to driving 7 hours home with him, even if he was in a good mood.

We had a nice breakfast with D and then headed to Bridezillas hotel. The groom was waiting. The little angel fell directly asleep as soon as we got in the car, so the groom carried him up to their room. Bridezilla? Well, if looks could kill, I would not be here to type this right now!

After dropping off the baby, it was time to hit the road. We were all quite grateful that this trip was finally ending......or was it?

5 minutes down the road I get a text from Bridezilla. "Good thing the wedding turned out nice because NOTHING else did!"

How does one respond to such a thing? I chose the high road. I didn't respond at all. If I tried to respond at the moment I probably would have lost my cool and frankly...I hate losing my cool.

We almost made it home without incident, but the trip wouldn't be complete if we didn't have one more thing to talk about. About 10 miles from our house, we come across a car accident that had just happened. It was in a dead zone for cell phones and when Bossman slowed down, they stopped us and asked us to call 911 at the top of the hill. A truck had gone off the road and there was a passenger trapped. It was dark, so we could see the truck at all.

We got to the top of the hill, phoned 911 and finally, finally picked up the little man and headed home.

All in all, I would say this was the most exciting trip to Vegas I've ever been on.

I'm thinking that for our anniversary, we should renew our vows in Vegas....

And let Bridezilla plan it for us!

Um, maybe not..........

The Wedding Ditchers

In the last episode the wedding ditchers happened upon a ~gasp~ dead body. Now, I know it's Vegas. I know that lots of things happen in Vegas. But a dead body? Well, I just wasn't prepared for that.

Seems someone got murdered on the strip. People were running around, police were swarming the area. It looked like a job for CSI Las Vegas. Since we had the window open, we could hear the officers asking for things like rubber gloves. We could see the yellow tape going up. Yes folks, it looked like this had JUST happened and they were still after the suspect.

Want to know the sick part of this? People were taking pictures of the body. When I say people, I mean, tourist. Talk about sick puppies. I wasn't taking pictures, that's for SURE!

As traffic starts moving again we see that they are about to block off the entire strip. Sidewalk, street, everything. Luckily for us, they pulled the yellow tape behind our car. When speaking to a cabbie later, he informed us that had we been stuck in the yellow tape, the wouldn't have let us leave until they were done investigating, and THAT would have probably taken hours. The cabbie also informed us that they are rude and wouldn't have cared how long we would have had to wait. Which just goes to show, we DID have a tiny bit of luck on our side.

We decided to stop at a convenience mart that was across from the hotel so we could get some WATER! There was a homeless guy in front of the store that was doing a crazy break dance. My brother and Bossman gave the man some of their change. Mind you, it's 12:30 in the morning and the thermometer says it's 79 outside. The guy tells Bossman that he's break dancing to keep warm as the shelters were closed and it was going to be a cold night. My brother says, "Dude, it's 79 out here, I don't think it's going to be cold tonight". I was hysterical laughing. I though maybe after all this drama I was losing my mind, but seriously, that was FUNNY!

After all that excitement, we got back to our hotel and decided to take a taxi to Fremont street. Fremont is "old" Vegas. Lucky for us, it's only a 12 dollar cab ride to Fremont street and since everyone was caught on the strip, it wasn't even crowded. We found a nice bar that was empty. It had leather sofas and easy chairs and it was perfect for 4 exhausted wedding ditchers. My mom just wanted a margarita. My brother was thrilled to finally get a beer. So we sat. And drank. And talked about Bridezilla.

If you've kept up with this story at all, you are probably wondering what happened to my brothers friend. Since this night has been nothing but murder and mayhem....what's a little more drama added to the mix?

Before I tell you where the friend was, let me explain. Both of Bossman's sister live in Vegas. The one with cancer, D, was on a cruise for the week and was coming home that night, so we had plans with her for breakfast. The other sister also lives in Vegas and she is nothing but drama. She is totally on the MIL's side of things and doesn't speak to D at all. But, we thought we were on good terms with her. We saw her Friday night and all seemed well with her. She was invited to the wedding, but Saturday afternoon, informed me that she had other plans with friends of hers. I told her we would be busy with the wedding all night (boy were we!) but if she wanted to hang out with us, she should give us a call and meet up with us.

I tell you all this, because this is the next part of the drama. See, while we were doing the wedding thing, she and my brothers friend hung out together. Actually, the friend, lets call him S, met up with her and her friends on Fremont street earlier in the evening.

So, fast forward to 1:30 am. We are sitting in the bar, finally enjoying ourselves, when Bossman gets a call from his sister. She is so drunk that Bossman can't really understand much of what she's saying, but the jest of it was...."I don't know why you called me, and I'm safe now." Not sure what that means, but Bossman told her to call him back when she was sober.

Now we are all curious...what the heck happened? My brother calls S to find out what happened that night. S tells my brother that he met my SIL on Fremont street and she and her friends were playing some sort of drinking game that involved going from bar to bar, drinking shots and then something about snorting salt and putting something in their eye. Don't ask me what that means, I have NEVER heard of such a thing. BUT the bottom line? The SIL was plastered by 7:30. Apparently all her friends ditched her, and she had NO money to get home. Seems it was going to cost 60 bucks to send her home in a taxi. S didn't really want to pay her taxi, so he took her back to our hotel. Well, she threw-up all over the taxi. S felt bad for the cabbie and gave him 30 bucks. THEN she made a huge scene at the hotel, bumped her head on the cement when she was throwing up and S finally threw her in a taxi and paid another 40 bucks to get her home.

Um, yeah....

After hearing about that drama, we decided some gambling is in order. We find this cool table that seats 4 and the dealer is actually a video of a cute girl. We play blackjack, make fun of the video dealer and my mom wins money while the rest of us lose it all.

We finally head back to the hotel, but not before I get a call from my daughter wondering what is going on because Bridezilla wants to know why we aren't back yet. Then Bridezilla sends me a text saying "Since you didn't go back to the hotel, I guess that means you guys didn't want to hang out with us."

DUH!!

We made it back to the hotel around 3:30am unscathed.

So, is the drama over? We have the little angel in our room, so I know I won't get much sleep. We are taking the little angel home with us the next day. The plan is to pack up, meet D (the SIL with cancer) for breakfast and then head home.....

How do you think THAT plan turned out?

*cue the music of doom*

Tune in for another exciting episode of Bridezilla and the Wedding Ditchers.

to hell and back part III OR The Wedding Ditchers

So, the wedding was beautiful. The full 20 minutes that was the wedding. It was, by far, the best part of the entire trip.

After the wedding, Bridezilla had it in her mind that we were all to trapes back to her hotel room for cake. Of course, she neglected to remember that the room was left a disaster, with all the make-up and hair doing going on there.

So, since I had her room key, my mom, brother, Bossman and the wildchild and her friend and I (did you get all that?) went back to her room to straighten up. About 30 minutes after we finished Bridezilla and the groom showed up. By this time, it's about 8pm. The newlyweds tell us that we have to wait for the grooms family to show up so we can cut the cake. So we wait....

and wait....

and wait....

While waiting, my mom asks Bridezilla when was the last time the baby had eaten? The groom says, he had a good breakfast. HUH? It's 8pm. What does Bridezilla do? she takes frosting off a cupcake and gives him the unfrosted cupcake. We look in the fridge and the only thing in there is soda and champaine. No food for the baby.

My mother was NOT happy about that.

The grooms family arrives. About 5 minutes later, the grooms family leaves. We still have NOT cut the freaking cake! The grooms family was smart. They took one look at the situation and headed straight for the door. Smart people. I should have went with them. THEY, were going for food.

Finally Bridezilla decides that we should cut the cake. Ya THINK????

After the ceremonial cutting of the FREAKING CAKE....we have to figure out what to do with the kids. Since the kids were staying at our hotel, we had to figure out how to get them there. By this time, it's close to 9:30pm.

The grooms brother finally shows up with the van that has the babyseat. We load the babies things (that's right, the baby's things were not even packed and ready to go!)and head to our hotel.

Before heading out, Bossman took the kids to the food court to get food. Now Bridezilla had this crazy idea of going to a place called Coyote Ugly to throw the bouquet. If you don't know about Coyote Ugly, its a bar where they dance on the bar. This place is within walking distance of Bridezillas hotel, so she said she would meet us there.

Mind you, WE are taking care of her children.

So we take the children to our hotel and head back to hers. By this time it's 10:30 and remember, it's Saturday night on the strip. Can you say "Crowded"?

Bossman, my brother, my mom and I head back to this bar. We park the car and have to walk about a mile to get to this bar. See, they make you walk through the whole casino from the parking area. Remember, I only got about 4 hours of sleep the night before and in case you didn't know this about me...I don't do tired well. I LOVE my sleep and I'm not ashamed to admit to all of you, I usually go to bed pretty early.

We finally get to the bar and guess what? Bridezilla had already gone into the bar and done her thing. WITHOUT US! After we waited for HOURS for that freaking cake AND took care of HER children, she did it without us.

Now, in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't quite matter that I missed it. None of us minded that part too much. The part that bugged us was that she didn't even bother to call us and tell us that they already did it. Instead they made us walk a mile, just to tell us they already did it. The other problem is....they had NO other PLAN!

So, they decided to walk to another casino. This casino is only across the street, but guess what.....

A Jimmy Buffet concert had just gotten out. Thousands of people started streaming out of the casino, dressed in ridiculous costumes (coconut bras...and these were the men)and all going the opposite direction that WE were going in.

By this time it's reaching 11:30pm. Every bar we passed wasn't good enough for Bridezilla. We finally happen upon a place that has a 20 dollar cover charge for men and is free for women. It's called an "intimate bar". My brother takes one look at the place and says "I am not going into that bar with my mother". Bossman can see on my face that I wasn't really interested in going into that bar so he tells Bridezilla that we aren't going in. My mother tells Bridezilla that she's tired and old (way to play the old card Mom!) and wants to go back to the hotel.

The bride? She starts crying. In the casino. My brother? He turns his back and starts muttering "Moms gonna blow, Moms gonna blow" and wanted to know why it was 11:40 and he still didn't have a drink. Me? I just had to laugh!

So, we left the bride crying in the casino. Don't worry, she wasn't like bawling her eyes out, but she sure didn't look like a newly wed. She looked like she just lost her best friend. But at that point, we didn't CARE!

So we walked back to our car. It was a LONG walk back to the car. We were dying of thirst. Not just alchol, we needed WATER! There was a water machine in the garage and guess what? It wouldn't take our money! I swear, if we didn't have bad luck, we'd have no luck at all.

We finally make it back to the car and decide NOT to go back to the hotel. We needed fun and we needed it NOW! But first we needed water.

So we start driving down the strip. It's stop and go traffic. We are stopped.

Police start running through the crowd of people on the sidewalk. Police on bikes start riding through the cars. Police on horses start....well, I think you get the picture.

Traffic moves a little.

*Ladies and Gentleman, if you all look out of the right side of the tram you will see.....A DEAD BODY!*

Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of Bridezella and the Wedding ditchers....

to hell and back part II

So, when we last saw our hapless heros, they were wondering if a wedding was indeed going to take place the following day.

The wedding wasn't until 6:30, so we had the day to ourselves. There wasn't much discussion about the night before...with Bridezilla, but my mom, brother and Bossman and I had a good laugh about the whole thing. Since nobody recieved the call saying the wedding was off, we assumed all was right with the world.

Since I didn't have to be at Bridezilla's hotel room until 4, we spent the afternoon with the girls, going to rollercoasters and just having fun.

I showed up at Bridezillas hotel around 4:30. Bridezilla looked fabulous. She had a lady come in and do her hair and makeup. My mom was also looking hot with her makeup and hair done. I, on the other hand, was on baby duty. The little angel was in a good mood, but bored. I took him out and let him run down the hotel halls. He was dressed in a little white tux and he looked GORGEOUS! About 5:20 the groom called to say he was downstairs. He was picking up the little angel so he didn't have to go in the limo with us. Why the groom couldn't watch him while the girls were getting ready??? Who knows?

I took the little angel downstairs and you would have thought I was with a superstar! People were stopping and looking at him. There were comments galore and one couple even stopped to take a picture of him. It was very cute, but I was in a hurry and I couldn't find the meeting point. The Luxor (the hotel) is very large and since I never came in the front, I had no idea where the front was. After numerous calls back and forth to Bridezilla, along with chasing the little angel (who was eating up the attention and becoming quite a ham) I finally found the groom and handed him the little angel. As I walked the mile (or so it seemed) back to the hotel room, I realized that the limo would be there soon. As soon as I made it back up, Bridezilla was in full panic mode and rushing around saying we were late. I assured her that the limo wasn't leaving without us...DUH, she's the bride.

Still, we ran through the casino and hotel (once again) and found the limo. Once in the limo, we laughed and I told everyone about my escapade with the little angel.

Soon we made it to the wedding chapel. It doesn't LOOK like a wedding chapel. It looks like a store in a mini shopping center, but whatev....(my daughter has gotten me to say whatev instead of whatever....)

After making sure the groom wasn't going to see the bride...(yes we must stick with tradition, even if they have already been living together for 2 years and have a baby and this is their second marriage. *cue the eye roll*) we got out of the limo and headed inside. Once inside we encountered the wedding nazi.

The wedding nazi was this rude woman that was bossy and pushy and almost had Bridezilla in tears before the wedding even started. The wildchild was singing and had a question and the woman almost bit her head off. My mother finally had to tell the woman to CHILL out!

The wedding went off without a hitch, other than the wedding nazi. My daughter did an amazing job with the song and Bridezilla and the groom cried. It was short and sweet. The best part of the entire trip.

So, what happens after the wedding? Will Bridezilla cry again? Will the baby get fed? Will there be partying in Vegas? How many miles did we walk that night?

Stay tuned for the next exciting episode......

to hell and back

We made it back from Vegas.

I could tell you how much fun we had but.....

there wasn't much fun.

I could tell you how much food I ate but......

I was too stressed to eat.

I could tell you that I partied all night and slept all day but....

although I was up all night both nights, there was no party and no sleep the next day.

So, what DID happen in Vegas?

Glad you asked.

Everything was fine until Friday night. The boys....Bossman, the groom, my brother and his friend and the grooms 25yr old son.....were suppose to take the groom out for night on the town. My hubby is not really a party guy and had never been in a strip club, so he was excited to join in the fun.

They left around 9. Since the little man didn't come with us, the wildchild brought a friend. I took the girls and we went walking around the strip. They went on a roller coaster in the New York, New York and we had a great time.

I wasn't expecting Bossman to come in early. The girls and I returned to our hotel room around 11. I was tired from the long day. The girls were not. (surprise surprise) I fell asleep. While I was snoozing, my phone rang. My daughter anwered the phone. It was my sister, the bride. For purposes of this post, we shall call her BRIDEZILLA! So, bridezilla wanted to talk to my hubby. Bossman wasn't back yet. I would say it was about 12:45am when this call came in. Because I was asleep, the wildchild called her dad. He didn't answer his phone at first, but he did call back a few minutes later. The wilchild told him the bridezilla was looking for him. He said he was in the elevator and would be right up.

Soon as he opened the door, I woke up. By this time, it's 1am. Bossman says they lost the groom. Apparently bridezilla called because the son of the groom showed up at her hotel...which by the way, is about 15 minutes from our hotel. How he managed to get to his hotel before the boys got back to ours, I don't know.

I should mention at this point that Bossman and my brother and his friend were all staying in the same hotel. Bridezilla was staying in the other one that is 15 minutes from us.

So, Bossman calls bridezilla back. She's hysterical crying. Her soon to be husband is missing.

Here is the story that Bossman tells bridezilla.

They all went downtown to Fremont street. There was lots of bands and everyone was drinking and having a great time. They found a strip club. Apparently the groom didn't want to go into the strip club. Bossman and my brother each gave the groom 20bucks to gamble while the rest went into the strip club.

While Bossman and my brother and friend were in the strip club, the son shows up. He asks the boys to text the groom and tell him that he is with them. They do that, but apparently the groom has given them the wrong phone number. Actually, he gave them random numbers...I think the man had a little too much to drink.

After about 45 minutes, the son disappeared. He didn't say goodbye, he just disappeared. The boys assumed he went to find his dad. So, they went out to look for the groom and his son.

Couldn't find them. Disappeared.

After searching Fremont for awhile, they decided to head back to the hotel.

So, to recap...

The son disappeared but ended up at the hotel. So apparently HE couldn't find his dad. Bossman and my brother couldn't find the groom so they went back to the hotel. The groom? Who knows WHAT the groom was doing.

So bridezilla hysterically tells Bossman that she will call if the wedding is off and then she hangs up.

So, we don't know what else to do at this point, so we...go to bed.....

At 3:30 am....2 hours later....I get a text saying "He back."

So, where was the groom?

He claims he was waiting for them to come back from the strip club. Uh, why would anyone wait 2 hours?

Bridezilla says that the boys just ditched him. Why would they ditch him? He was happy to play the slots and they were happy to go to the strip club. They were all in the same building. If Bossman ditched the groom then why is it that the SON couldn't find his father either, and how did he end up at his hotel, which is farther than ours before Bossman??????

These are the questions that may never get answered.

In the next episode of to hell and back:

Will Bridezilla get married?

Will I ever get some sleep?

What happens when you don't feed your baby?

How many miles did I walk through casinos without getting a drink?

How many times did Bridezilla cry this weekend, in a bad way?

stay tuned...........

Don't miss me too much!

Ok, it's about 7:30 here in my neck of the woods. I'm should be getting the little man ready for school. As soon as he is ready, we will drop in at school and then....


ROAD TRIP!

Seven long hours until we reach Vegas! Wish me luck.....

*don't worry, the little man is staying with friends while we take this journey. He couldn't bear the thought of missing his football game. Did you REALLY think I would leave him home alone???????

HUGS!
grace

Happy Birthday!

Words of wisdom, words of caring, always a kind word. These are thing things that remind me of Paul.

Good friend, warm heart and can't forget Mel.

Thank you for sharing your kind words and wonderful words of wisdom.

Happy Birthday Paul!

HUGS!
grace

life

*This should have posted on Saturday....Don't know what happened, but here it is again!*

I'm still alive!

My mojo is still gone for writing, but I feel the pull back to reading blogs and such, so I'm sure I'll be up to writing in no time.

In the meantime, I thought I would fill you in on a few things.

D is NOT good. The treatment didn't work, there are new tumors and now, they have found some in her lungs. ~sigh~ She goes on the 20th to find out what sort of chemo she will be getting on. I guess I have nothing more to say on it other than PLEASE keep her in your thoughts and prayers.

We are heading to Vegas next Friday. My sister is getting married and frankly she is driving me NUTS! It's her second marriage, she's been living with her fiance for over a year AND they have a baby together. (the little angel, my godson) So....when she tells me things like..."can you take the baby, we need a honeymoon" and I say, "Uh, the baby, he IS your honeymoon." Well, see, it just gets me in trouble! Furthermore, she's upset because no one has given her a bridal shower or a bachlorette party. PLEASE! I'm not throwing her a party...I'm already spending a ton of money to go to Vegas...SHEEZ! Oh well, Vegas will be fun anyway!

So, what do I get for a gift? I have no idea! Any suggestions?

We haven't spoken to the MIL since July. I found a website where she posted her life story and it's amazing how different it is from real life. Apparently she's been living in a dual universe. The sad news is D isn't speaking to her either, and frankly it's hard to go through cancer without your mother! I don't even think my MIL knows how bad it is. Sad, isn't it?

I will say though, we are all happy without the drama!

Only 2 more football games to go! We have 4 wins and 2 loses. If we win the last 2 games we will make the playoffs. Go Team!

I finished the last Harry Potter book. ~sigh~ I am in LOVE with Harry. I can't believe it's over. This is definitely a series that I will read again! If there are any of you out there that haven't read these books, you are missing OUT!

Well, so much for not having much to write. Hopefully I'll have a lot of interesting things to write about when I get back from Vegas!

So, what have YOU been up too? Anything I missed out on? Anything you'd like to share with the group?

You know you have to register, right?

I still don't know who to vote for....BUT...I know I WILL VOTE!

Please...vote with me.

*meh*

*Finished the Potter books. Waiting for the last book to arrive in the mail.

*My sister is getting married in Vegas in two weeks.

*My daughter is singing at the wedding.

*D is waiting for results back from her latest treatment. (two more tumors were found)

*The little man's football team has won 3 out of 4 games.

*Haven't spoken to the MIL for over 2 months.

*Haven't had a spanking in 2 weeks.

*Have been sick for 3 days.

*Don't really feel like blogging. Reading or writing or even turning on the computer.

*Would really like cooler weather now.

*Can't wait for voting day to be OVER!

*Daughter is turning 18 four days after the election.

*Think I should just go back to bed.

Well, that's it. I've got nothing new to write. I keep wishing something inspiring would happen so I would have something to write about. I'll try and get my mojo back next week. I think I'll take this week off and try and get inspired.

Just remember. I love you all. I haven't abandoned you I just need a break.

Yep, I think I'll take a break. Don't worry. I'll be back.

You can't get rid of me that easy.

*blink blink*

I bet your wondering where I've been.

It's like this....

One day, an owl showed up at my house. It was carrying a package addressed to me. I thought it was rather odd, an owl, at my house, but who am I to question an owl with a package?

So I took the package and the owl, it immediately flew out the back door. I ran to the window, to see where this owl would go next, but it just became a little dot in the sky and eventually it disappeared.

Funny, I never had a package delivered by an owl before.

I immediately opened the package. Inside? The first six Harry Potter books. This was fantastic!

So, I started reading these Harry Potter books and I have to say.....

WOW! Why has nobody told me about these books? Why have I gone so long without reading these little gems? Would you believe I read the first four in one week?

Since I haven't been around in awhile, I guess you would believe me on that.

So anyway, that's where I've been. I've been at Hogswart. You know, the school for witches and wizards? I've been fighting Lord Voldemort. I mean, He-who-must-not-be-named. It's been REAL exciting. I don't even know what I'm doing here...Harry is right in the middle of the one of the worst years in school! He's got the worst teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts. I'm pretty sure she's friends with He-who-must-not-be-named, but I don't know for sure...and frankly DON'T tell me! I'll find out soon enough.

Meanwhile, in the real world, I've been babysitting the little angel and going to football and you know, all that stuff that us Muggles have to do...since we don't have a magic wand or anything.

There really hasn't been any spanking to report. We did, however, have sex numerous times last week. That's good, right? I kid...of course it was good, it was REAL good!

Anyway, if I seem scarce this week, well, I still have two books to read. I don't know if you know, but the last two books...WOW, they are long!

I promise, the moment I get back from Hogswart, or get a spanking...you will be the first to know!

In the meantime...talk amongest yourself.

Topic: Which Presidential candidate and Vice Presidential candidate needs a spanking the most...and why? Sub Topic: What happens when you like one of the candidates but like the other vice candidate better? And just so you know....I seriously can't decide who to vote for. Seriously!

What am I thinking?

Eliane, over at, New to Spanking, wanted to know what spankers were thinking while they were spanking. I haven't yet asked Bossman this question, I am interested in knowing what he thinks while making my butt red.

THEN...Eliane got REAL nosey and wanted to know what the spankees were thinking while getting spanked. That is a very good question. What DO you think about when getting spanked?

I am a thinker. I am always thinking and sometimes Bossman complains that I think too much. Bossman is always telling me to just enjoy the moment and stop thinking about it so much.

Well, that is easier said than done. I can't just shut off my brain. I tell my brain that NOW is not the time to think about things, but my brain...well, my brain has a mind of its own.

So, what do I think about when getting spanked? I've been known to think about crazy things while getting spanked. Things like:

"Ow"

"What the hell was I thinking?"

"Please stop"

"Please don't stop"

"I wonder when he'll stop"

"I hope he doesn't stop too soon"

"Are those keys in his pocket?"

"The carpet could use a vaccumm"

"I was looking for that sock"

"What is that implement he's using?"

"Which implement will he use next?"

"I HATE that back scratcher!"

"Damn that stupid back scratcher!"

"I wonder if that back scratcher would burn nicely?"

"Wooden spoons suck!"

"I love wooden spoons."

"I hope he uses his belt."

"I hate that belt."

"I'm so thirsty"

After thinking of any or all of those things, I'm also thinking about how much it hurts. "Ow, this really hurts." "Aw, this isn't so bad."

Then...I wonder how stupid I look. Listen, nobody is in the room, or even in the house for that matter, except for me and Bossman. Why would I care how I look with my pants pulled down and laying over Bossmans lap? But, I care. I usually get over the caring fairly quickly though, because the spanking usually will start to hurt enough for me to wonder, "Why the hell am I allowing my husband to spank me?"

I've also wondered how stupid do I sound? Saying "Ow" when someone is spanking you, seems almost stupid. I mean really, spankings are suppose to hurt..right? So, what's the point of saying Ow? I really should think of other things to say. But really, what do we say? I guess Ow, is just a natural thing to say. Then again, I don't like to say Ow too much, because I'm afraid he'll stop...then I dont' want to say it to little because then he might NOT stop.

~sigh~

Some of you may have noticed that Bossman left a comment not long ago, hinting that I got a spanking with a fly swatter and spoon. It's true. Actually, I got spanked Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. That, my friends, is an all time record for us. Having all that time to spank was quite a treat. Yes, he used the leather fly swatter that Eva and Adam gave us. He also has a new favorite, the wooden spoon that PK and Nick gave us. The leather fly swatter is in the shape of a hand and it packs a nice sting. The wooden spoon is the devil and should be burned along with the back scratcher!

Needless to say, my butt was nice and warm. I hate to say this, for fear that Bossman may be reading, but although they hurt at the time, they really didn't hurt once he was finished. I don't know if this means my butt is getting used to it, or it wasn't hard enough. At the time the spanking was happening, it hurt! So, I think it was hard enough.

Well, maybe I should just keep my mouth shut and be happy with what I got. Frankly, I was quite happy! The only after effect was when I sat on the bleachers too long at the football game. My butt muscles didn't like that very much!

So, there you have it...you now know what I am thinking while getting a spanking.

Oh, I forgot. Sometimes you all come into my brain while I'm being spanked. Sometimes I think.....wow, how am I going to write THIS up for my blog?

So, is my butt just getting used to spanking, or is the spanking not hard enough? Which implement leaves the best "after" feelings? Better yet...what can I say when gettng spanked, instead of saying "Ow"?

Happy Birthday Cassie

Dear Cassie,

I hope you get everything you want for your birthday and more!

You deserve the very best!

HUGS!
grace

Uh, where am I?

WOWZERS!

How do you like the new look? I was busy most of the day today. I briefly stopped by my blog and WHOA....I wasn't in Kansas anymore!

Don't worry though, a tornado did not come and carry me to the land of Oz. Glinda Ceeci was kind enough to make me a new blog.

Isn't it pretty? I LOVE, LOVE, triple LOVE my new template. It's pink, it's got butterflies and hearts. It's sassy and best of all....it's sexy!

Ceeci and I have been talking about this for some time. I knew she was working on it and I knew that she was going to switch it, I just didn't know what day. Imagine my surprise when I click on my link and I'm blasted with pink? Shocked, for a second and then HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!

So, thank you Ceeci! I feel honored to have one of your creations for my blog. I really love it! I am awed by your talent.

Now people...stop reading and scroll down. Take a look at my pretty new blog!

Excuse me while I do the happy dance.....

a whole week?

Has it really been a week since I posted? Seems like yesterday.

So what's been going on in my world? Lets see...

Best online purchase: The lapinator, with the mousitizer! If you use a lap top and you don't have one of these, you are truly missing out. It keeps my lap nice and cool AND with the mousitizer, I have a place for my external mouse. I can't remember who recommended these things for me, but whoever you are, THANK YOU!

Time spent watching football practice: 8 hour! I guess it was worth it cuz....WE WON our first game! Just so you know, we didn't win a single game last year....WHOO HOO for US!

Time spent over Bossmans lap: 20 minutes one day and 30 min yesterday. Isn't that wonderful news?

Number of implements used: Including the hand...that would be 4! Let's see...he used the hand first, then the wooden spoon that PK gave us, then he used the crop and then the belt and then back to the hand.

Number of times I said "Ouch": Fifty billion

Number of implements I hated: Two. I HATE the crop thingie and I really, really, really hate the wooden spoon that PK gave us. It hurts like hell. I don't know what is worse, the wooden spoon or the back scratcher. Maybe I'll suggest we try them both again and see which one is worse. OR maybe I should just hide them both and not worry about either one.

So, how was your week? What's your favorite implement and what's the worst? More importantly, what was your best purchase of the week?