So, I just got home from the hospital and things are looking better for the Wildchild. There was a scare of staph infection, so we were preparing for the worst. Luckily, we found out this evening that it wasn't staph!
I got to take a look at the ear and it looks pretty good. The doc told us it was bad, so we were very concerned, but after taking off the bandages, the doc said it looked great.
I'll try and tell the whole story soon, but for now, just know that things are looking up. She will probably be home tomorrow and will be home from work for at least a week, but after the scary stuff they first told us, that is NOTHING.
Thanks for all the love and support! I know you are all out there sending good thoughts and just know that I appreciate it very much!
Hope everyone is having a great week! Give your loved ones a hug!
HUGS!
grace
News update
Update to the update....From Grace
Thank you Pk for letting everyone know what's happening.
I'll explain everything when things calm down...but for now everything is good with the wildchild. She will be in the hospital for at least 2 days, her ear will probably not be the same. There was dead cartilage that had to be taken away and unfortunately, it doesn't grow back, nor is it something that can be fixed easily. It will probably be flat, but hopefully not to noticeable, but at this point we just need it to be free from infection before we can worry about looks.
I'll post more when I get the chance, but thank you all for the good wishes! We definitely used them all today!
TEENS! I swear all my hair will be gray by the time I'm 41 (which is in May...LOL)
HUGS!
Clink, clink, clink...
PK here! I just got a call from Grace. She is not having the best day. It seems that the Wild Child’s new ear piercing has a major infection. Major as in trip to the emergency room, two different doctors and at this moment on Tuesday afternoon she is undergoing surgery to clean out the infection. They are on top of it but it is serious.
Grace asked me to let you know because she didn’t know when she might get back to the computer and she didn’t want people to think she was ignoring comments. So if you believe in prayer I think both Grace and the Wild Child could use some over the next few days. One of us will give you an update soon.
Thank you Pk for letting everyone know what's happening.
I'll explain everything when things calm down...but for now everything is good with the wildchild. She will be in the hospital for at least 2 days, her ear will probably not be the same. There was dead cartilage that had to be taken away and unfortunately, it doesn't grow back, nor is it something that can be fixed easily. It will probably be flat, but hopefully not to noticeable, but at this point we just need it to be free from infection before we can worry about looks.
I'll post more when I get the chance, but thank you all for the good wishes! We definitely used them all today!
TEENS! I swear all my hair will be gray by the time I'm 41 (which is in May...LOL)
HUGS!
Clink, clink, clink...
PK here! I just got a call from Grace. She is not having the best day. It seems that the Wild Child’s new ear piercing has a major infection. Major as in trip to the emergency room, two different doctors and at this moment on Tuesday afternoon she is undergoing surgery to clean out the infection. They are on top of it but it is serious.
Grace asked me to let you know because she didn’t know when she might get back to the computer and she didn’t want people to think she was ignoring comments. So if you believe in prayer I think both Grace and the Wild Child could use some over the next few days. One of us will give you an update soon.
"B" grateful Tuesday!
It's time for gratitude Tuesday already! Time flies when your grateful for stuff.
My "B" list has been growing strong. I've spent time all week thinking of things that I am grateful for that begin with the letter "B".
If you would like to join in, feel free to leave a comment here, or do your own list on your blog. And hey, if you don't want to do the letter B, do whatever you want...just be grateful!
So, let's get to the B's!
It would be ridiculous if I didn't mention Bossman first. He is my favorite B. He's real name doesn't begin with B, but that's ok because I'm always grateful for Bossman. He gets me like nobody else does. He is patient and kind and caring. I believe he loves me with all his heart and I love him with all my heart. Without him, the world would be a lot like the moon. No color and no life. Bossman is my soul.
I am very grateful for my blog. I've been blogging for almost 5 years. This blog tells a story that the rest of the world doesn't know about me. Sure there are everyday stories, but the spanking secret is only allowed out here. I love being able to share with others my experiences and I also love reading about others. Some have made spanking work and some haven't. That's ok. Once I get hooked on a blog, I am usually hooked for life. I enjoy spanking and non-spanking blogs. Hooray for blogs!
Last week I got my hair done and the whole time I kept thinking how grateful I was for my beautician. She did a great job on my hair.
I love reading my Bible. Whether you believe or not, there are some great stories in that book. Some of it is quite sexy if you ask me. I KNOW! How dare I say things like that...but it's true people. If you don't believe me, read it for yourself!
Friday is payday and I can guarantee that I will be so grateful for my bank account this Friday. Not sure how I feel about that bank account today...but I'm trying to be positive...
I love to snuggle in my blankets. I recently bought a new comforter for my bed and WOW, it's 5 star hotel quality. I LOVE it. And frankly I could lay in my blankies all day...which brings me to my....
Bed. I LOVE to sleep. My bed is like a safe haven. Nothing bad can happen if I'm in bed. I love my bed.
I also am very grateful for bubble baths. The more bubbles the better. I could lay in a bath for an hour, just thinking and dreaming.
While I'm in the bath I love to read books. I love reading. My favorite book series is called "The Outlander". I am madly in love with Jamie. He's so dominate and the love story between him and Claire is heartbreakingly, breathtaking. Believe it or not, there are some spanking references and he even spanks his wife once. Although that is not the reason I love these books. I've read all 6 books twice and I will read them again. Best books EVER!
Of course I can't forget some of my favorite B's....
bubble gum
bee's
backrubs
banana splits
bread
broccoli
babies
bouncing on our trampoline
baby carrots
Beetle juice, Beetle juice, Beetle juice!
And this list wouldn't be right if I didn't include....
bottoms
buttocks
booty
bums
behind
bare butts
Along with them goes....
belts
backscratchers
brushes
bath brushes
With words like....
behave
be good
be nice
bend over
I could probably go on and on with the B's, but I'll stop now. But, I'd love to hear YOUR B's!
Have a Beautiful day!
My "B" list has been growing strong. I've spent time all week thinking of things that I am grateful for that begin with the letter "B".
If you would like to join in, feel free to leave a comment here, or do your own list on your blog. And hey, if you don't want to do the letter B, do whatever you want...just be grateful!
So, let's get to the B's!
It would be ridiculous if I didn't mention Bossman first. He is my favorite B. He's real name doesn't begin with B, but that's ok because I'm always grateful for Bossman. He gets me like nobody else does. He is patient and kind and caring. I believe he loves me with all his heart and I love him with all my heart. Without him, the world would be a lot like the moon. No color and no life. Bossman is my soul.
I am very grateful for my blog. I've been blogging for almost 5 years. This blog tells a story that the rest of the world doesn't know about me. Sure there are everyday stories, but the spanking secret is only allowed out here. I love being able to share with others my experiences and I also love reading about others. Some have made spanking work and some haven't. That's ok. Once I get hooked on a blog, I am usually hooked for life. I enjoy spanking and non-spanking blogs. Hooray for blogs!
Last week I got my hair done and the whole time I kept thinking how grateful I was for my beautician. She did a great job on my hair.
I love reading my Bible. Whether you believe or not, there are some great stories in that book. Some of it is quite sexy if you ask me. I KNOW! How dare I say things like that...but it's true people. If you don't believe me, read it for yourself!
Friday is payday and I can guarantee that I will be so grateful for my bank account this Friday. Not sure how I feel about that bank account today...but I'm trying to be positive...
I love to snuggle in my blankets. I recently bought a new comforter for my bed and WOW, it's 5 star hotel quality. I LOVE it. And frankly I could lay in my blankies all day...which brings me to my....
Bed. I LOVE to sleep. My bed is like a safe haven. Nothing bad can happen if I'm in bed. I love my bed.
I also am very grateful for bubble baths. The more bubbles the better. I could lay in a bath for an hour, just thinking and dreaming.
While I'm in the bath I love to read books. I love reading. My favorite book series is called "The Outlander". I am madly in love with Jamie. He's so dominate and the love story between him and Claire is heartbreakingly, breathtaking. Believe it or not, there are some spanking references and he even spanks his wife once. Although that is not the reason I love these books. I've read all 6 books twice and I will read them again. Best books EVER!
Of course I can't forget some of my favorite B's....
bubble gum
bee's
backrubs
banana splits
bread
broccoli
babies
bouncing on our trampoline
baby carrots
Beetle juice, Beetle juice, Beetle juice!
And this list wouldn't be right if I didn't include....
bottoms
buttocks
booty
bums
behind
bare butts
Along with them goes....
belts
brushes
bath brushes
With words like....
behave
be good
be nice
bend over
I could probably go on and on with the B's, but I'll stop now. But, I'd love to hear YOUR B's!
Have a Beautiful day!
By appointment only
Bossman spends most of his days meeting clients. He has a schedule on his phone, connected to his email, that allows him to access his calendar whenever he needs to see what appointments he has. If there is something going on in our family that he needs to attend, he will put it on his calendar so he doesn't schedule anything else for that time. The good part about this is that he isn't tied to his office. He can pretty much come and go as he pleases. If he doesn't have anything scheduled he can sleep in, if he has a late appointment with a client, he will go to the office later in the day. If he wants to take a day off, he just makes sure to clear his schedule.
All in all it's a very nice way to be able to work. He also can do a lot of his work from home, so if he doesn't feel like going in to the office, but he has things to take care of, usually he can do it from home.
I realize that I am very lucky. To have him be able to be home, or come home when I need him is awesome. He very rarely has to miss any of the Little Man's things at school, even when they are in the middle of the day. So my kids are very lucky too!
Ok, ok, I AM getting to a point!
We've decided to try something new. See, although Bossman can make time to be with me, we usually don't. Well, we do....but we don't. We spend time together, but we don't always make time for spanking.
So, the other night I was in the bath. I love me a good bubble bath.
Anyway, I was taking a bath and thinking about spanking. Yes, I tend to think about spanking when I'm in the bath. What's wrong with that???
I was thinking that maybe I should make an appointment with Bossman. I mean, as long as he can put it on his calendar...and NO, he doesn't have to say what the appointment is for...although that would be funny, wouldn't it?
If I made an appointment with Bossman on a day that the wildchild is in class and the little man is in class, well.....well...it could actually work.
Usually our problems stem from the fact that we aren't actually prepared for spanking time. Although I enjoy spontaneity, I also enjoy being prepared to take a spanking. If Bossman stays home from work then the wildchild leaves for class, we will snuggle and usually make love, but by the time we are done with all that, it's time for Bossman to get ready for work. So throwing a spanking in, doesn't usually work.
Well, I've talked to Bossman about my little proposition and he seemed to like the idea. Maybe it seems a little clinical, but I'm hopeful that this might actually work. See, on the scheduled day, when he takes the Little man to school, I could get up, instead of staying in bed...that way, I'm fully prepared to go ahead with the activities, instead of sleeping. I can mentally prepare myself so that when the wildchild leaves, we can get on to the business at hand. It doesn't have to take a lot of time, and if we WANT more time, or want some hanky panky mixed in, well, if time permits we can. All in all, it seems like a good plan. Things always look good on paper...so I guess we will just have to try it and see how it works.
I'm not sure if I'm on the schedule for this week, but if I am....
I'll be sure to let you know!
Sven
Well, I might as well tell you now, for you are bound to find out sooner or later....
I have a new boyfriend.
That's right. I have a new boyfriend. Don't worry though, Bossman knows all about him and he doesn't mind at all. Aren't I the lucky one?
Sven about 6'2, he's in great shape and he has a a short pony tail.
He and I spend lots of time in my living room. We do things. We do all kinds of positions too. Yep, Sven and I are becoming quite close!
The great thing is, Bossman doesn't mind, at all. As a matter of fact, Bossman encourages me to spend time with Sven...lots of time.
So would you like to see a picture of Sven?
Isn't he a hottie?
Sven and I have been doing yoga in my living room. So all of you with your heads in the gutters can just remove them immediately! Sheez!
Anyway, Sven is the personal trainer in the Wii fit game.
I'm sure you've all heard of the Wii. The Wii has a new game (new to me) called Wii fit. Although Sven and I are getting really close, I am extremely upset with my Wii.
The Wii fit is a game that comes with a balance board. This board knows everything about you. It's scary. It knew I liked spanking (ok, not really, but wouldn't that be weird if it did?) Anyway this is how Wii fit works.
You make a Mii. This is a cartoon version of you or whoever you want to be. (Kind of like bloggers...LOL) Once you have a Mii you go to the Wii fit game. When you first start it up it asks you normal questions like age and height. Then you stand on the board and it shows you how your posture/balance is. After that you do some balancing tests...shifting your weight back and forth on the board and trying to keep the lines within certain boxes...that sort of thing.
(I don't look nearly as cute on my Wii board! See the little box in the corner? You have to try and make the pink line stay in the blue area by balancing. Seems easy...it's NOT!)
After you go through all that it tells you your BMI (Body mass index)and how much you weigh.
Here's the part that I am embarrassed to tell you about, but hey, I'm all about keeping it real so.....
The Wii tells me I'm obese. YES people...I'm obese. Can I just tell you how much I hate that word? It's such an ugly word. If you go to this post, you will see a full body pic of me. Look, I'm no skinny minny, but do I look obese?
I think NOT!
But don't tell my Wii game that. There is no arguing with the Wii. After the Wii game tells me I'm obese it changes my Mii character to a chubster. So, not only do I have to see it in plain english that I'm obese, I now have to play the games with a chubby Mii! Oh the Wii, it does love to mock me. There is a plus side. It gives you your Wii age, meaning your fitness age. My age was 33! Not bad for a 40 year old. BUT...today I went on it and I did horrible on one of the balancing tests and so my Wii age today is 57! Can you imagine, yesterday I'm 33, today 57? It's just NOT fair. I told you, this Wii is mocking me.
Sven is an ok trainer, but he's not very aggressive. I guess yoga isn't an aggressive activity, but Sven is so passive. He's always telling me what great balance I have, even when I fall off the board. I love Sven but I wish he would just tell me the truth! I mean the Wii doesn't have a problem with the truth, why does Sven?? If only Sven would spank me when I fall of the board...I mean THAT'S the kind of motivation I NEED!
BTW, Sven didn't come with a name, I named him.....hehehehe.
The Wii fit has other things to do which I enjoy. There's hoola hooping, there's tightrope walking, there's step aerobics.
The funniest of all games is the Soccer ball challenge. In this challenge you have to shift your body left and right and try to hit the soccer ball coming at you. Only one problem, there are also shoes and panda heads? flying at you. If you don't move in time they will smack you right in the face! Violent I tell you!
Anyway, I don't know for certain if this Wii fit stuff will actually work. I do know that it's getting my lazy butt off the couch, so that, in it self, is a big plus for me. I still say I'm not obese and I am still very upset that I have a chubby Mii.
But, I am the best one in the family at the ski jumps!
So THERE Wii! Take THAT!
I have a new boyfriend.
That's right. I have a new boyfriend. Don't worry though, Bossman knows all about him and he doesn't mind at all. Aren't I the lucky one?
Sven about 6'2, he's in great shape and he has a a short pony tail.
He and I spend lots of time in my living room. We do things. We do all kinds of positions too. Yep, Sven and I are becoming quite close!
The great thing is, Bossman doesn't mind, at all. As a matter of fact, Bossman encourages me to spend time with Sven...lots of time.
So would you like to see a picture of Sven?
Isn't he a hottie?
Sven and I have been doing yoga in my living room. So all of you with your heads in the gutters can just remove them immediately! Sheez!
Anyway, Sven is the personal trainer in the Wii fit game.
I'm sure you've all heard of the Wii. The Wii has a new game (new to me) called Wii fit. Although Sven and I are getting really close, I am extremely upset with my Wii.
The Wii fit is a game that comes with a balance board. This board knows everything about you. It's scary. It knew I liked spanking (ok, not really, but wouldn't that be weird if it did?) Anyway this is how Wii fit works.
You make a Mii. This is a cartoon version of you or whoever you want to be. (Kind of like bloggers...LOL) Once you have a Mii you go to the Wii fit game. When you first start it up it asks you normal questions like age and height. Then you stand on the board and it shows you how your posture/balance is. After that you do some balancing tests...shifting your weight back and forth on the board and trying to keep the lines within certain boxes...that sort of thing.
(I don't look nearly as cute on my Wii board! See the little box in the corner? You have to try and make the pink line stay in the blue area by balancing. Seems easy...it's NOT!)
After you go through all that it tells you your BMI (Body mass index)and how much you weigh.
Here's the part that I am embarrassed to tell you about, but hey, I'm all about keeping it real so.....
The Wii tells me I'm obese. YES people...I'm obese. Can I just tell you how much I hate that word? It's such an ugly word. If you go to this post, you will see a full body pic of me. Look, I'm no skinny minny, but do I look obese?
I think NOT!
But don't tell my Wii game that. There is no arguing with the Wii. After the Wii game tells me I'm obese it changes my Mii character to a chubster. So, not only do I have to see it in plain english that I'm obese, I now have to play the games with a chubby Mii! Oh the Wii, it does love to mock me. There is a plus side. It gives you your Wii age, meaning your fitness age. My age was 33! Not bad for a 40 year old. BUT...today I went on it and I did horrible on one of the balancing tests and so my Wii age today is 57! Can you imagine, yesterday I'm 33, today 57? It's just NOT fair. I told you, this Wii is mocking me.
Sven is an ok trainer, but he's not very aggressive. I guess yoga isn't an aggressive activity, but Sven is so passive. He's always telling me what great balance I have, even when I fall off the board. I love Sven but I wish he would just tell me the truth! I mean the Wii doesn't have a problem with the truth, why does Sven?? If only Sven would spank me when I fall of the board...I mean THAT'S the kind of motivation I NEED!
BTW, Sven didn't come with a name, I named him.....hehehehe.
The Wii fit has other things to do which I enjoy. There's hoola hooping, there's tightrope walking, there's step aerobics.
The funniest of all games is the Soccer ball challenge. In this challenge you have to shift your body left and right and try to hit the soccer ball coming at you. Only one problem, there are also shoes and panda heads? flying at you. If you don't move in time they will smack you right in the face! Violent I tell you!
Anyway, I don't know for certain if this Wii fit stuff will actually work. I do know that it's getting my lazy butt off the couch, so that, in it self, is a big plus for me. I still say I'm not obese and I am still very upset that I have a chubby Mii.
But, I am the best one in the family at the ski jumps!
So THERE Wii! Take THAT!
Friday Fill-ins
Something new that I found on the net. A nice way to get to know people, or in your case, a nice way to get to know me. I'm going to try and do these every Friday. If you would like to play along, clink the link here or copy the questions off my site. You can answer in my comments or post your own on your blog.
My answers are in bold.
1. Please don't tell Bossman that I hid the backscratcher.
2. Can you spank me in the morning?
3. The color blue makes me want to kiss Bossman!
4. I have a craving for Pepperidge farm coconut cake.
5. If my life had a pause button, I'd pause it when my kids say they love me.
6. Eyes are the entrance to your soul .
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to sleeping, tomorrow my plans include watching my daughter sing for church and Sunday, I want to clean the garage!
Gratitude Tuesday
I thought we could all use a little gratitude, ok, maybe I just need a little gratitude, but either way, I'm dragging you along with me.
Some of you may recall a few years ago when my good friend Ceeci started a little thing called Gratitude Tuesday. I really enjoyed it and with Ceeci's blessing, I've decided to revive it.
For those of you that weren't around, or for those of you that are losing your memory, let me tell you what Gratitude Tuesday is all about.
It's pretty simple really. Once a week, preferably on Tuesday, (hence the name) I will post things I'm grateful for. In order to keep the list from getting too long, I will do it alphabetically, starting with the letter "A", naturally. I'm hoping that some of you might join in on the fun. You can post here in my comments, you can drop me an email, OR you could post them on your own blog!
What are the rules, you ask? There are no rules! You can list them any way you choose. You can use pictures, write a story, or simply put a list. You can explain in great detail OR you can leave us all wonderingwhat a weirdo what you are talking about.
Whether or not you all choose to join, I plan on taking this on. I need to focus my life on the good things. Believe it or not, there ARE good things!
When am I going to start this, you ask?
No time like the present! So, without further ado, let's start with the letter "A".
"A" is the first letter of my daughters name. She works in a department store. Recently a homeless woman was in the store looking at shoes. She could tell the woman was homeless by her clothing and the fact that she was pushing a baby stroller with all her possessions in it. (thank goodness, no baby) My daughter happen to be working in the shoe department that day, and she struck up a conversation with the lady. The lady was very friendly. She told my daughter that she couldn't afford any of the shoes. As my daughter looked down at the lady's feet, she noticed her shoes were full of holes and very old. It happen to be raining that day. My daughter asked the lady what size she wore. The lady said 7 1/2. My daughter told the lady she would buy her a pair of shoes. The lady was so surprised. "Bless you, my child" is pretty much all the lady could say to my daughter. My daughter bought the lady shoes AND socks that day. To say that I am a proud momma would be an understatement! My daughter is my favorite "A".
Angels are around us. I believe they are everyday people that do extraordinary things for others. I think my daughter was an angel that day.
Aunts are fun. (but not at a picnic....HAHA) I don't actually have an Aunt, but I AM an Aunt. Believe me, I'm a fun aunt. I absolutely LOVE being an aunt. I can spoil my nephews and niece and then send them home. Is that what it's like to be a grandma? (Eva??)
Absolution is one of those things you probably don't think of very often, but in this spanking world, isn't that what we are seeking? Absolution from our sins? Not in a biblical way, but just in a general way. I like being absolved! And if that means getting spanked....all the better!
Aquariums are fun. Ours happens to be 72 gallons of salt water fun. We have some lovely beauties in our tank. It's quite calming to just sit and watch them. I think it's better than TV. (Hmmmm, maybe I should post some pictures???)
Apples, Apricots, and all assorted A fruits and veggies help to keep me healthy and happy.
I think I'll end with something appropriate.....
Anal play is starting to grow on me! Last week, Bossman and I had a nice spanking session followed by some anal play. At first I was scared, but he used lots of oil and just played around. After a time, he said, "I'm just going to put the tip in." I said, "JUST DO IT!" And he DID! All the way! It was fantastic. Now I can't stop thinking about it. I want to do it again....and again.
Ahhhh, see? Life is good! Just thinking about all those "A" things makes me smile.
So, what sort of "A" things are you grateful for today?
Some of you may recall a few years ago when my good friend Ceeci started a little thing called Gratitude Tuesday. I really enjoyed it and with Ceeci's blessing, I've decided to revive it.
For those of you that weren't around, or for those of you that are losing your memory, let me tell you what Gratitude Tuesday is all about.
It's pretty simple really. Once a week, preferably on Tuesday, (hence the name) I will post things I'm grateful for. In order to keep the list from getting too long, I will do it alphabetically, starting with the letter "A", naturally. I'm hoping that some of you might join in on the fun. You can post here in my comments, you can drop me an email, OR you could post them on your own blog!
What are the rules, you ask? There are no rules! You can list them any way you choose. You can use pictures, write a story, or simply put a list. You can explain in great detail OR you can leave us all wondering
Whether or not you all choose to join, I plan on taking this on. I need to focus my life on the good things. Believe it or not, there ARE good things!
When am I going to start this, you ask?
No time like the present! So, without further ado, let's start with the letter "A".
"A" is the first letter of my daughters name. She works in a department store. Recently a homeless woman was in the store looking at shoes. She could tell the woman was homeless by her clothing and the fact that she was pushing a baby stroller with all her possessions in it. (thank goodness, no baby) My daughter happen to be working in the shoe department that day, and she struck up a conversation with the lady. The lady was very friendly. She told my daughter that she couldn't afford any of the shoes. As my daughter looked down at the lady's feet, she noticed her shoes were full of holes and very old. It happen to be raining that day. My daughter asked the lady what size she wore. The lady said 7 1/2. My daughter told the lady she would buy her a pair of shoes. The lady was so surprised. "Bless you, my child" is pretty much all the lady could say to my daughter. My daughter bought the lady shoes AND socks that day. To say that I am a proud momma would be an understatement! My daughter is my favorite "A".
Angels are around us. I believe they are everyday people that do extraordinary things for others. I think my daughter was an angel that day.
Aunts are fun. (but not at a picnic....HAHA) I don't actually have an Aunt, but I AM an Aunt. Believe me, I'm a fun aunt. I absolutely LOVE being an aunt. I can spoil my nephews and niece and then send them home. Is that what it's like to be a grandma? (Eva??)
Absolution is one of those things you probably don't think of very often, but in this spanking world, isn't that what we are seeking? Absolution from our sins? Not in a biblical way, but just in a general way. I like being absolved! And if that means getting spanked....all the better!
Aquariums are fun. Ours happens to be 72 gallons of salt water fun. We have some lovely beauties in our tank. It's quite calming to just sit and watch them. I think it's better than TV. (Hmmmm, maybe I should post some pictures???)
Apples, Apricots, and all assorted A fruits and veggies help to keep me healthy and happy.
I think I'll end with something appropriate.....
Anal play is starting to grow on me! Last week, Bossman and I had a nice spanking session followed by some anal play. At first I was scared, but he used lots of oil and just played around. After a time, he said, "I'm just going to put the tip in." I said, "JUST DO IT!" And he DID! All the way! It was fantastic. Now I can't stop thinking about it. I want to do it again....and again.
Ahhhh, see? Life is good! Just thinking about all those "A" things makes me smile.
So, what sort of "A" things are you grateful for today?
Aftermath
I don't know about you but I feel much better after a good cry. Even though my nose was stuffy and my face was puffy....it felt nice to just let it all out.
As it turns out, there are a BUNCH of really nice people on the internet. I think they all stopped here on Friday and offered me some support. Thank you so much for that. It helped me realize that I love my blog and I love interacting with all of you.
I'm working things out and setting things back to the way they should be. It takes time to heal. One thing that helps is humor.
So, instead of leaving up a sad post, I will leave you with this video. I will be back soon, until then, enjoy!
As it turns out, there are a BUNCH of really nice people on the internet. I think they all stopped here on Friday and offered me some support. Thank you so much for that. It helped me realize that I love my blog and I love interacting with all of you.
I'm working things out and setting things back to the way they should be. It takes time to heal. One thing that helps is humor.
So, instead of leaving up a sad post, I will leave you with this video. I will be back soon, until then, enjoy!
Tears
I cried today.
I hate crying. It's ugly business. My face contorts in the most unflattering ways. Snot and tears, red splotchy face and even redder swollen eyes. Seriously, ugly business.
Today they cut down two trees in my backyard. Beautiful ash trees. Tall, majestic trees. In the spring and summer the birds love those trees. I could sit in my dining room and watch the birds hope from limb to limb. I could lay on the trampoline and listen to the singing and chirping.
The trees had to come down. Apparently the neighbors didn't appreciate the trees like I did. Something about damage to their patio, or some such nonsense.
I've never cried for trees before. I've never thought much about them. I mean, I really like trees. I'm fascinated by trees. The shapes, the colors, the smells. Trees can be so beautiful and yet, so scary. Scary shadows at night, branches falling and blowing around during a storm. Yes, trees are mysterious and wonderful. Some trees have been around for many many years. Sometimes I wish I could talk to the trees. Imagine what a tree could tell you. Imagine the things they've seen...the changes the world has made and yet, they are still here.
Until you have to cut them down.
So, I cried for my trees. I sat in my dining room and watched them come down.
And I cried.
And then I realized I wasn't just crying for my trees.
Yes, I was upset about the trees, but like I said before I've never cried for trees before.
I realized that I was crying for my friends. My blogging friends, to be more specific. I was crying for this blogging world that had to go through such trauma this past week.
You may or may not have noticed I've steered clear of the controversy. My heart is heavy with thoughts of everything going on. I am torn between friends and feelings. Caught between what I believe, what I think, and what I feel. The feelings have been bumping and colliding with each other all week.
One minute I'm feeling sorry for the people involved, the next minute I'm feeling like a fool for falling for the lies.
This has happened before in the blogging world, and sadly, it will happen again.
I've said to myself and to email friends that it doesn't matter, I'm ok.
But I'm not ok. This....this.....whatever This is....is not ok.
I have lots of questions. Most of them won't get answered for this is the way the blogging world works. We only get what gets written down.
You only know things about me that I share with you here. I only know things about you that you write here. You don't know if I'm telling the truth, anymore than I know that about you.
I trust that what you say is true. I don't care if you use a different name, your name doesn't make your experiences different. When you tell me that something happened to you, or you had this experience I believe you. I feel for you. I'm happy for you, sad for you.
I am, after all, human.
Unfortunately, being human makes me vulnerable. As a blogger and a reader of blogs, I open myself up to being hurt. If I say things that people don't agree with, trust me, they will tell me. Sometimes not nicely. I lay my feelings out for the world to view and every time I hit the send button I wonder, "Will someone try and hurt me?"
Maybe this makes me naive. I should try to not feel for you. I shouldn't be happy for you or sad for you. But, I can't. I'm not wired that way. I'm a person with emotions. When I read a book, I feel emotions right along with the characters. Isn't that what makes reading fun? But when I read a book, I know it's just a story. I know it's made up, make believe. I know that there isn't really a "happily ever after". And that's ok. I know ahead of time that it's not really real so I don't feel as deep, or as hard.
When I read true stories, I feel for the people involved. I try to put myself in their shoes. I wonder how I would deal with whatever-it-is that they are dealing with. I feel happy or sad for them.
To find out these stories aren't true, to find out that things aren't exactly the way they described them...well, that hurts.
For you see, I've given you my emotions. I've given you a piece of me. And for what? For nothing? For a story that wasn't true after all?
Well, these are my feelings, for better or worse. I'm not trying to bash anyone or say anything mean. I'm just telling you MY very real, very emotional feelings. I'm allowed to have these feelings and I'm allowed to say them on my blog. If you don't like it please, feel free to click away. One click of the mouse can have you far away from here.
As for me, I'm still going to take that blogging break. I need to decide if putting myself out here, getting to know people out here, is worth it. Is it worth the hurt and the stress? Is it worth the wondering?
I don't know if it's worth it right now. And that makes me sad. This blog is part of me. It's my heart and soul. I've opened up a part of me that can't be opened in the real world. I've revealed things here that nobody knows except my husband. Of course, I could go private, but what good would that do? I've opened up this part of my heart to you because YOU understand. You've gone or are going through the same things I'm going through. You get it.
But then again, maybe you don't get it. Because maybe you aren't being true to me or to yourself.
So yes, I cried today. I cried for my trees and I cried for my blog.
And, I think some where deep inside, I cried for you.
I hate crying. It's ugly business. My face contorts in the most unflattering ways. Snot and tears, red splotchy face and even redder swollen eyes. Seriously, ugly business.
Today they cut down two trees in my backyard. Beautiful ash trees. Tall, majestic trees. In the spring and summer the birds love those trees. I could sit in my dining room and watch the birds hope from limb to limb. I could lay on the trampoline and listen to the singing and chirping.
The trees had to come down. Apparently the neighbors didn't appreciate the trees like I did. Something about damage to their patio, or some such nonsense.
I've never cried for trees before. I've never thought much about them. I mean, I really like trees. I'm fascinated by trees. The shapes, the colors, the smells. Trees can be so beautiful and yet, so scary. Scary shadows at night, branches falling and blowing around during a storm. Yes, trees are mysterious and wonderful. Some trees have been around for many many years. Sometimes I wish I could talk to the trees. Imagine what a tree could tell you. Imagine the things they've seen...the changes the world has made and yet, they are still here.
Until you have to cut them down.
So, I cried for my trees. I sat in my dining room and watched them come down.
And I cried.
And then I realized I wasn't just crying for my trees.
Yes, I was upset about the trees, but like I said before I've never cried for trees before.
I realized that I was crying for my friends. My blogging friends, to be more specific. I was crying for this blogging world that had to go through such trauma this past week.
You may or may not have noticed I've steered clear of the controversy. My heart is heavy with thoughts of everything going on. I am torn between friends and feelings. Caught between what I believe, what I think, and what I feel. The feelings have been bumping and colliding with each other all week.
One minute I'm feeling sorry for the people involved, the next minute I'm feeling like a fool for falling for the lies.
This has happened before in the blogging world, and sadly, it will happen again.
I've said to myself and to email friends that it doesn't matter, I'm ok.
But I'm not ok. This....this.....whatever This is....is not ok.
I have lots of questions. Most of them won't get answered for this is the way the blogging world works. We only get what gets written down.
You only know things about me that I share with you here. I only know things about you that you write here. You don't know if I'm telling the truth, anymore than I know that about you.
I trust that what you say is true. I don't care if you use a different name, your name doesn't make your experiences different. When you tell me that something happened to you, or you had this experience I believe you. I feel for you. I'm happy for you, sad for you.
I am, after all, human.
Unfortunately, being human makes me vulnerable. As a blogger and a reader of blogs, I open myself up to being hurt. If I say things that people don't agree with, trust me, they will tell me. Sometimes not nicely. I lay my feelings out for the world to view and every time I hit the send button I wonder, "Will someone try and hurt me?"
Maybe this makes me naive. I should try to not feel for you. I shouldn't be happy for you or sad for you. But, I can't. I'm not wired that way. I'm a person with emotions. When I read a book, I feel emotions right along with the characters. Isn't that what makes reading fun? But when I read a book, I know it's just a story. I know it's made up, make believe. I know that there isn't really a "happily ever after". And that's ok. I know ahead of time that it's not really real so I don't feel as deep, or as hard.
When I read true stories, I feel for the people involved. I try to put myself in their shoes. I wonder how I would deal with whatever-it-is that they are dealing with. I feel happy or sad for them.
To find out these stories aren't true, to find out that things aren't exactly the way they described them...well, that hurts.
For you see, I've given you my emotions. I've given you a piece of me. And for what? For nothing? For a story that wasn't true after all?
Well, these are my feelings, for better or worse. I'm not trying to bash anyone or say anything mean. I'm just telling you MY very real, very emotional feelings. I'm allowed to have these feelings and I'm allowed to say them on my blog. If you don't like it please, feel free to click away. One click of the mouse can have you far away from here.
As for me, I'm still going to take that blogging break. I need to decide if putting myself out here, getting to know people out here, is worth it. Is it worth the hurt and the stress? Is it worth the wondering?
I don't know if it's worth it right now. And that makes me sad. This blog is part of me. It's my heart and soul. I've opened up a part of me that can't be opened in the real world. I've revealed things here that nobody knows except my husband. Of course, I could go private, but what good would that do? I've opened up this part of my heart to you because YOU understand. You've gone or are going through the same things I'm going through. You get it.
But then again, maybe you don't get it. Because maybe you aren't being true to me or to yourself.
So yes, I cried today. I cried for my trees and I cried for my blog.
And, I think some where deep inside, I cried for you.
Hi
I suppose you've probably guessed that I'm not really in the blogging mood.
I haven't really been in much of a mood since before the holidays and I've been forcing myself to blog just for the sake of it.
So, I just wanted you all to know that I'm ok. I'm having a bit of a health problem, hopefully we will find out tomorrow what that's about. Nothing really major but still a concern.
D is not doing well. The numerous tumors in her lungs have grown 30 percent in 3 months...while on chemo. Not good. She needs to travel to get better treatment and that means money and well...when you have cancer and can't work, money is not that easy to come by. Just one more thing to worry about, as if cancer wasn't enough to worry about..right?
Things are fine here in graceland. The kids are good, Bossman is good, life is good.
So, lets talk blogging.....
I've been blogging for a long time. 5 years in March. To me, that's quite an accomplishment. I never thought I would be blogging for this long. My life just isn't that exciting. But here I am 5 years later...and people still read here. Amazing!
So, I'm not leaving, I'm just taking a small blogging break. It seems like whenever I do that, I suddenly find things that I want to blog about. So, I'll probably be back sooner than later.
Just know, I'm still lurking. I still read blogs and I still comment when I have something I want to add.
So...TTFN...
Ta ta for now!
I haven't really been in much of a mood since before the holidays and I've been forcing myself to blog just for the sake of it.
So, I just wanted you all to know that I'm ok. I'm having a bit of a health problem, hopefully we will find out tomorrow what that's about. Nothing really major but still a concern.
D is not doing well. The numerous tumors in her lungs have grown 30 percent in 3 months...while on chemo. Not good. She needs to travel to get better treatment and that means money and well...when you have cancer and can't work, money is not that easy to come by. Just one more thing to worry about, as if cancer wasn't enough to worry about..right?
Things are fine here in graceland. The kids are good, Bossman is good, life is good.
So, lets talk blogging.....
I've been blogging for a long time. 5 years in March. To me, that's quite an accomplishment. I never thought I would be blogging for this long. My life just isn't that exciting. But here I am 5 years later...and people still read here. Amazing!
So, I'm not leaving, I'm just taking a small blogging break. It seems like whenever I do that, I suddenly find things that I want to blog about. So, I'll probably be back sooner than later.
Just know, I'm still lurking. I still read blogs and I still comment when I have something I want to add.
So...TTFN...
Ta ta for now!
Don't mind the dust....
Wow! Is it really 2009 already? Seems like only a few days ago it was 2008.
I know I've been MIA for awhile, sorry about that. I'll get to the dusting soon, promise!
Christmas at my house was fantastic! Santa was good to everyone so I guess that means we were all good this year. (Ha ha, I think Santa forgot to check that list...but I'll never tell him)
Bossman took the week off. So from Christmas eve until now, he's been home.
We did a lot of hanging out. We watched a lot of movies and ate a lot of food. We had thought of taking a drive to the snow. See, in my part of the world, if we want to see snow, we actually have to drive a couple of hours. Instead, we decided to have a staycation. A staycation meant, we stayed around our area or hung out at home. Not only was this good for gas mileage, it was just plain fun!
So, instead of going to the snow, we headed to the beach. Last weekend saw Bossman and myself alone. We had been in the house for days and we were ready for some fresh air! We went to a beach that we hadn't been to in while. It was beautiful. Although the thermometer in the said it was 62, it really felt like lower 70's. The sun was shining and it was one of the rare days when there was no wind. The water was so clear that when we got to the end of the pier, we looked down and could see the fish swimming in the water. Aaaaahhhhh, THIS is why I live here!
After walking the pier, I felt the need to send a picture to two of my favorite people. (Sorry Ceeci, I didn't have your number in my phone!) Don't you just love the whole picture messaging on cell phones? How did we ever get along without them? I wasn't about to feel guilty about it, as they were getting ready to hang out together and I was feeling very left out.
A few days later, we had the little man with us and we decide to head to another beach. It was New years Day and there were a lot of tourist out and about. As the little man and I were waiting for Bossman to pay for parking, a man showed up riding a Segway. The man gave us a demonstration and let the little man try it. At first, it looks like it's going to be hard to balance, but...it's not.
We didn't have a lot of time that day, as friends were expecting us at their house for dinner. We had planned to go to the snow the next day. That evening, we took a vote and decided we didn't want to go to the snow, we wanted to go back to the beach and rent a Segway.
(me, on a segway.)
Oh my.....it was such fun! Those things can move pretty fast and because they are fairly new at this beach, everyone was staring. We rode up and down the beach, right next to the water....it was fantastic! We are all in agreement that the segways were WAY funner than the snow! (Is funner a word?)
Needless to say, I have had a splendid holiday season! Don't tell the twins but can you believe that my son doesn't have to go back to school for another week? So even though Bossman has to go back to work, I still get another week to sleep in!
I hope you all had a great holiday season! I hope 2009 is the best year yet! But, my biggest hope? I hope Ceeci and the twins come and visit me!
Oh the fun we could have!
I know I've been MIA for awhile, sorry about that. I'll get to the dusting soon, promise!
Christmas at my house was fantastic! Santa was good to everyone so I guess that means we were all good this year. (Ha ha, I think Santa forgot to check that list...but I'll never tell him)
Bossman took the week off. So from Christmas eve until now, he's been home.
We did a lot of hanging out. We watched a lot of movies and ate a lot of food. We had thought of taking a drive to the snow. See, in my part of the world, if we want to see snow, we actually have to drive a couple of hours. Instead, we decided to have a staycation. A staycation meant, we stayed around our area or hung out at home. Not only was this good for gas mileage, it was just plain fun!
So, instead of going to the snow, we headed to the beach. Last weekend saw Bossman and myself alone. We had been in the house for days and we were ready for some fresh air! We went to a beach that we hadn't been to in while. It was beautiful. Although the thermometer in the said it was 62, it really felt like lower 70's. The sun was shining and it was one of the rare days when there was no wind. The water was so clear that when we got to the end of the pier, we looked down and could see the fish swimming in the water. Aaaaahhhhh, THIS is why I live here!
After walking the pier, I felt the need to send a picture to two of my favorite people. (Sorry Ceeci, I didn't have your number in my phone!) Don't you just love the whole picture messaging on cell phones? How did we ever get along without them? I wasn't about to feel guilty about it, as they were getting ready to hang out together and I was feeling very left out.
A few days later, we had the little man with us and we decide to head to another beach. It was New years Day and there were a lot of tourist out and about. As the little man and I were waiting for Bossman to pay for parking, a man showed up riding a Segway. The man gave us a demonstration and let the little man try it. At first, it looks like it's going to be hard to balance, but...it's not.
We didn't have a lot of time that day, as friends were expecting us at their house for dinner. We had planned to go to the snow the next day. That evening, we took a vote and decided we didn't want to go to the snow, we wanted to go back to the beach and rent a Segway.
(me, on a segway.)
Oh my.....it was such fun! Those things can move pretty fast and because they are fairly new at this beach, everyone was staring. We rode up and down the beach, right next to the water....it was fantastic! We are all in agreement that the segways were WAY funner than the snow! (Is funner a word?)
Needless to say, I have had a splendid holiday season! Don't tell the twins but can you believe that my son doesn't have to go back to school for another week? So even though Bossman has to go back to work, I still get another week to sleep in!
I hope you all had a great holiday season! I hope 2009 is the best year yet! But, my biggest hope? I hope Ceeci and the twins come and visit me!
Oh the fun we could have!
T'was the night before Christmas...or was it?
I wrote this last year for Friday Fantasy. Hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Very Happy New Year!
Twas the night before Christmas...or was it?
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Except for a spouse!
The paddles were hung
In the closet with care
In hopes that a red bottom
Soon would be there.
The wife was a nestled
All snug in the corner
While visions of swats
And how many were wondered.
And Mamma in her tee-shirt
And I with my bats
Were just settling in
For some long and hard swats
From out of the corner
There rose such a clatter
When I said it was time
And in my hand was a swatter.
Away from the corner
She flew like a flash
Pulled down her panties
And bent over, at last.
Her butt was like moonlight
On new fallen snow
Gave luster of mid-day
To eyes all a-glow.
When, what to her wondering
Eyes should appear
But a paddle of wood
A big subject of fear.
With the first little slap
So lively and quick
I knew in a moment
She’s probably quite slick
More rapid than eagles,
The spanks how they came
She cursed and shouted
And called me bad names
Ouch, meany, Ow, wieny,
Oh please stop, it hurts
Eeeeouch yes sir, screech, no sir
She sputters and spurts
From the top of her tail bone
To the top of her thighs
Now spank away, spank away
Spank low and high
As with a very sore bottom
Her screams echo the sky
Her bum meets with the paddle
The slaps echo and fly
So upping the tempo
The paddle, it flew
With a fast paced staccato
And some rubbing too
And then in a twinkling
I heard a low moaning
The prancing and pawing
Of feet and of clawing
As I drew in my hand
And was starting to slow
Down put the paddle
And the hand was a go
My hand started slapping
From tushy to thigh
And her screams turned
To panting, and then a big sigh
A bunch of hard slaps
I had put on her bottom
And she looked like a
naughty girl, just like she oughta
Her eyes, how they twinkled
Her dimples how merry
Her bum was like roses
Her bottom like a cherry.
Her droll little bottom
Tightened just like a bow
And the skin on her thighs
Was as white as the snow
The stump of a paddle
Held tight in my hand
And I swore there was smoke
From her bottomy land
I had a broad smile,
At the buttocks that shook
When I smacked and I slapped
And I spanked and I cooked
Her bottom was chubby and plump
A right sore was her self
And I laughed when I saw it
In spite of myself
With a wink of my eye
And a twist of my wrist
Soon gave me to know
She couldn’t resist
I spoke not a word
But went straight to my work
And filled all the white spots
Then turned with a jerk
And laying a finger
Inside of her place
I gave her an orgasm
And made her heart race
Then we sprang to our bed
And our bodies did whistle
So away we both flew
Like the down of a thistle
But I heard her exclaim
as we both were entwined
Happy Spanking to all
And to all, a good night!
Twas the night before Christmas...or was it?
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Except for a spouse!
The paddles were hung
In the closet with care
In hopes that a red bottom
Soon would be there.
The wife was a nestled
All snug in the corner
While visions of swats
And how many were wondered.
And Mamma in her tee-shirt
And I with my bats
Were just settling in
For some long and hard swats
From out of the corner
There rose such a clatter
When I said it was time
And in my hand was a swatter.
Away from the corner
She flew like a flash
Pulled down her panties
And bent over, at last.
Her butt was like moonlight
On new fallen snow
Gave luster of mid-day
To eyes all a-glow.
When, what to her wondering
Eyes should appear
But a paddle of wood
A big subject of fear.
With the first little slap
So lively and quick
I knew in a moment
She’s probably quite slick
More rapid than eagles,
The spanks how they came
She cursed and shouted
And called me bad names
Ouch, meany, Ow, wieny,
Oh please stop, it hurts
Eeeeouch yes sir, screech, no sir
She sputters and spurts
From the top of her tail bone
To the top of her thighs
Now spank away, spank away
Spank low and high
As with a very sore bottom
Her screams echo the sky
Her bum meets with the paddle
The slaps echo and fly
So upping the tempo
The paddle, it flew
With a fast paced staccato
And some rubbing too
And then in a twinkling
I heard a low moaning
The prancing and pawing
Of feet and of clawing
As I drew in my hand
And was starting to slow
Down put the paddle
And the hand was a go
My hand started slapping
From tushy to thigh
And her screams turned
To panting, and then a big sigh
A bunch of hard slaps
I had put on her bottom
And she looked like a
naughty girl, just like she oughta
Her eyes, how they twinkled
Her dimples how merry
Her bum was like roses
Her bottom like a cherry.
Her droll little bottom
Tightened just like a bow
And the skin on her thighs
Was as white as the snow
The stump of a paddle
Held tight in my hand
And I swore there was smoke
From her bottomy land
I had a broad smile,
At the buttocks that shook
When I smacked and I slapped
And I spanked and I cooked
Her bottom was chubby and plump
A right sore was her self
And I laughed when I saw it
In spite of myself
With a wink of my eye
And a twist of my wrist
Soon gave me to know
She couldn’t resist
I spoke not a word
But went straight to my work
And filled all the white spots
Then turned with a jerk
And laying a finger
Inside of her place
I gave her an orgasm
And made her heart race
Then we sprang to our bed
And our bodies did whistle
So away we both flew
Like the down of a thistle
But I heard her exclaim
as we both were entwined
Happy Spanking to all
And to all, a good night!
panties
I know I gave my Christmas wishes in the last post. I seriously didn't think I would have time to write another post. Last night gave me some thoughts though, so here they are.
First of all, Bossman and I were left home alone last night. I'm not sure why anyone thought that leaving us home alone was a good idea, but hey, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth!
So, since we were home alone, we did what everyone does when left alone, Bossman decided to spank me. What? Not everyone does that? Hhmmmm, I don't think I agree with you, but whatever! To each his own!
We thought that trying out the new ping-pong paddle would be fun, so Bossman gave it a few whacks. Let me give you a quick review:
The ping-pong paddle purchased from the .99cent store gives more smack for your buck. By smack, I mean, the sound, SMACK! It doesn't really hurt and it's loud as heck! Worth .99 cents? Worth it if you want loud. Not so much worth it if your looking for sting.
End review.
I thought maybe we could put the cover back on and see if that helped, but Bossman was over it and decided to go back to the tried and true Back scratcher. Oh how I love that darn thing.
In any case, after a lovely reddening of the bottom, we moved on to other delicious things and after THAT, we went to get dressed. As Bossman was dressing me, (without bra or panties) he noticed my grannie panties.
Here's the pantie story. See, I hate buying panties. I never know which ones to get. The last time I purchased some, I accidentally bought a pack of briefs.
In case you didn't know, which I'm sure you do because you are all WAYYYY smarter than I, briefs are not really that brief. Seriously, why do they call them briefs? They should call them parachutes! These things are huge. Comfy, but huge.
Needless to say, Bossman doesn't like them. And when he was dressing me, he noticed them and decided the undie drawer could use a little cleaning out.
He pulled out every pair out and tossed them in the trash. That's right people...he tossed them all away. Remember when I said he dressed me without panties....yeah, so I had no panties to wear.
We took a quick trip to Walmart for some panties. When I say "quick" I mean, we went to walmart 2 days before Christmas and we barely escaped with our lives. There was nothing quick about that trip.
In any case, we scoped out the panties and these were my choices. Briefs, (uh, I think we've established those were OUT!) Bikini, (uh, I have a belly pouch that would make wearing bikini's quite funny and not at all attractive.) Thong, (anal is one thing, panties up your butt? I think NOT) Boy shorts (hmm, these could work) and Hi-cut (these could really work.)
Turns out, I bought a pack of each and I like them both. They both come over the pouch nicely and they are both quite comfy. Bossman likes them both, but I think he prefers the boy shorts better.
In any case, I'm thinking of starting a petition regarding those briefs. Briefs are hardly brief and should be labeled as such!
Now, go, go have a Merry Christmas!
I mean it!
Go now!
First of all, Bossman and I were left home alone last night. I'm not sure why anyone thought that leaving us home alone was a good idea, but hey, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth!
So, since we were home alone, we did what everyone does when left alone, Bossman decided to spank me. What? Not everyone does that? Hhmmmm, I don't think I agree with you, but whatever! To each his own!
We thought that trying out the new ping-pong paddle would be fun, so Bossman gave it a few whacks. Let me give you a quick review:
The ping-pong paddle purchased from the .99cent store gives more smack for your buck. By smack, I mean, the sound, SMACK! It doesn't really hurt and it's loud as heck! Worth .99 cents? Worth it if you want loud. Not so much worth it if your looking for sting.
End review.
I thought maybe we could put the cover back on and see if that helped, but Bossman was over it and decided to go back to the tried and true Back scratcher. Oh how I love that darn thing.
In any case, after a lovely reddening of the bottom, we moved on to other delicious things and after THAT, we went to get dressed. As Bossman was dressing me, (without bra or panties) he noticed my grannie panties.
Here's the pantie story. See, I hate buying panties. I never know which ones to get. The last time I purchased some, I accidentally bought a pack of briefs.
In case you didn't know, which I'm sure you do because you are all WAYYYY smarter than I, briefs are not really that brief. Seriously, why do they call them briefs? They should call them parachutes! These things are huge. Comfy, but huge.
Needless to say, Bossman doesn't like them. And when he was dressing me, he noticed them and decided the undie drawer could use a little cleaning out.
He pulled out every pair out and tossed them in the trash. That's right people...he tossed them all away. Remember when I said he dressed me without panties....yeah, so I had no panties to wear.
We took a quick trip to Walmart for some panties. When I say "quick" I mean, we went to walmart 2 days before Christmas and we barely escaped with our lives. There was nothing quick about that trip.
In any case, we scoped out the panties and these were my choices. Briefs, (uh, I think we've established those were OUT!) Bikini, (uh, I have a belly pouch that would make wearing bikini's quite funny and not at all attractive.) Thong, (anal is one thing, panties up your butt? I think NOT) Boy shorts (hmm, these could work) and Hi-cut (these could really work.)
Turns out, I bought a pack of each and I like them both. They both come over the pouch nicely and they are both quite comfy. Bossman likes them both, but I think he prefers the boy shorts better.
In any case, I'm thinking of starting a petition regarding those briefs. Briefs are hardly brief and should be labeled as such!
Now, go, go have a Merry Christmas!
I mean it!
Go now!
The joy of the dollar store
As you can imagine, life has been busy. Christmas is just around the corner and as of today, I'm finally done shopping! Now if only the cleaning fairy would stop by, I'd be quite happy!
Unfortunately, Bossman and I both got sick. Coughing and hacking and sneezing, Oh MY!
Needless to say there hasn't been much action around here. Turns out that hacking in each others faces isn't really all that romantic!
On the upside....
My side of the family has a tradition. The adults can only buy each other gifts from the dollar store. It makes for interesting shopping, to say the least. Some of the fun things I found....
A calender called "Nuns having fun". Yes, the pictures are of nuns, doing fun things. Riding tricycles, swinging on swings....Oh my, it's very funny and I'm sure my brother will LOVE it...LOL
We also found a calendar with weird medical questions like...Why do men have nipples? What causes shrinkage? Things like that. Quite funny, if you ask me.
Last but not least we found a paddle. Yep, you heard me correct, we found a paddle.
It's a ping-pong paddle. AND, it even has a leather cover. You know, to keep it nice. Of course I had to buy it! And if I wasn't feeling sick I would get up and find the camera and take a picture of it. But...just typing that sentence made me tired, so you'll have to wait for the picture.
In any case, you should stop by your .99 cent store. You never really know what you're going to find there!
Also....
From My family to yours...Merry Christmas!
I hope you have the best Christmas ever...Good food, good friends and good family! Really? Isn't that what it's all about?
HUGS!
grace
Unfortunately, Bossman and I both got sick. Coughing and hacking and sneezing, Oh MY!
Needless to say there hasn't been much action around here. Turns out that hacking in each others faces isn't really all that romantic!
On the upside....
My side of the family has a tradition. The adults can only buy each other gifts from the dollar store. It makes for interesting shopping, to say the least. Some of the fun things I found....
A calender called "Nuns having fun". Yes, the pictures are of nuns, doing fun things. Riding tricycles, swinging on swings....Oh my, it's very funny and I'm sure my brother will LOVE it...LOL
We also found a calendar with weird medical questions like...Why do men have nipples? What causes shrinkage? Things like that. Quite funny, if you ask me.
Last but not least we found a paddle. Yep, you heard me correct, we found a paddle.
It's a ping-pong paddle. AND, it even has a leather cover. You know, to keep it nice. Of course I had to buy it! And if I wasn't feeling sick I would get up and find the camera and take a picture of it. But...just typing that sentence made me tired, so you'll have to wait for the picture.
In any case, you should stop by your .99 cent store. You never really know what you're going to find there!
Also....
From My family to yours...Merry Christmas!
I hope you have the best Christmas ever...Good food, good friends and good family! Really? Isn't that what it's all about?
HUGS!
grace
The Story of He and She
He and She took a shower together. It was nice. There was lots of touching and rubbing and all the wonderful sexy things that happen during showers with lovers.
Once out of the shower, He has She sit on the toilet seat cover and administer a blow job. She complied.
Once that was done, He and She go to get dressed. She puts on her jeans. She wandered around the room gathering bra and shirt. He sat on the bed. He asks She to come over topless so He could say goodbye to the "girls." She hates when He does that.
He makes Her come to Him. She stands between His legs. She is embarrassed and just wants it to be over. She looks up at the wall, over His head, willing Him to please hurry.
He notices and tells her to stop. "It's not that bad", he says. He says She needs a spanking. She says, "Not now, the kids will hear." He doesn't care.
He wants Her to ask for a spanking. He wants Her to say She needs a spanking. Tears come to Her eyes. "Please, don't make me say it." She says.
He makes Her look in his eyes. "Say it", He says. "Tell me you need a spanking."
She can't say it. She is embarrassed. She looks away. He holds Her wrists and makes Her say it. She finally whispers, low and quick, "Ineedaspanking."
He pulls down Her pants and pulls Her over His knee. He has the backscratcher. The BS is not loud. It will not be heard over the household noise. He spanks Her.
"You need this," He says. "Yes," she thinks, "Yes, I do."
He finishes the short spanking and pulls Her up. He takes Her to the corner and then He rummages around the closet. He pulls out the velcro cuffs and fastens Her wrists behind Her. He blindfolds Her then pushes Her on the bed. He takes out the vibrator and puts it right on Her spot. After a few moments He decides to do the job with His mouth.
She cums. He pulls down His pants and enters Her twitching spot.
Then.... He and She cum together.
He and She are very happy.
The End
Once out of the shower, He has She sit on the toilet seat cover and administer a blow job. She complied.
Once that was done, He and She go to get dressed. She puts on her jeans. She wandered around the room gathering bra and shirt. He sat on the bed. He asks She to come over topless so He could say goodbye to the "girls." She hates when He does that.
He makes Her come to Him. She stands between His legs. She is embarrassed and just wants it to be over. She looks up at the wall, over His head, willing Him to please hurry.
He notices and tells her to stop. "It's not that bad", he says. He says She needs a spanking. She says, "Not now, the kids will hear." He doesn't care.
He wants Her to ask for a spanking. He wants Her to say She needs a spanking. Tears come to Her eyes. "Please, don't make me say it." She says.
He makes Her look in his eyes. "Say it", He says. "Tell me you need a spanking."
She can't say it. She is embarrassed. She looks away. He holds Her wrists and makes Her say it. She finally whispers, low and quick, "Ineedaspanking."
He pulls down Her pants and pulls Her over His knee. He has the backscratcher. The BS is not loud. It will not be heard over the household noise. He spanks Her.
"You need this," He says. "Yes," she thinks, "Yes, I do."
He finishes the short spanking and pulls Her up. He takes Her to the corner and then He rummages around the closet. He pulls out the velcro cuffs and fastens Her wrists behind Her. He blindfolds Her then pushes Her on the bed. He takes out the vibrator and puts it right on Her spot. After a few moments He decides to do the job with His mouth.
She cums. He pulls down His pants and enters Her twitching spot.
Then.... He and She cum together.
He and She are very happy.
The End
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
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!
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 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...)
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!
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!
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?
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!
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!
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
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!
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.
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!
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.*
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?
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?
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!
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
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???
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.
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!
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!
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