Dear Blog,

Can you believe we've been together for 3 years? It seems like only yesterday, when I wrote those first tentitive words. I really had no idea what I was going to write about during those first months. See, I've always kept a written journal of my life, so I thought typing it out on the computer would be fun.

After a few months of blogging, things started getting personal between us. I told you things that were very private to me. Blog, you've always been here for me. You've seen me through the good, the bad, and the ugly.

I am so grateful to you, my dear Blog. You have given me a lot of joy and pleasure. You have helped me to better communicate with my husband. You've opened the door to endless possibilies and you've introduced me to a bunch of really great friends.

So, here's to 3 great years, my dear Blog. May we continue to grow and learn together. May we always be kind to one another. May we never run out of things to say to one another. May you never get deleted or spammed.

Love always ♥
grace

Lookie what I did!!

Ok, I didn't make the actual template. But isn't it PRETTY??

I loved it soooo much, but it had a different title and I couldn't figure out how to get MY title on the page.

Basically, I have spent HOURS making this my own. I still can't figure out how to put my counters back on, but oh well, I'll save that for later.

You don't KNOW how excited I am that I figured this much out. I ALMOST resorted to e-mailing Ceeci. (by the way, go by her place and check out her new website for some REAL cool computer stuff.)Anyway, I figured it out all by myself!

So I hope you all like it, because I REALLY like it. That, and I don't think I'll be doing anything like this for a LONG time. So get used to it!

HUGS to all
grace

mind wanderings...

So, I'm on my way to pick up my son from school. I'm listening to the radio. Of course it's country music. A song called, "There is no Arizona" comes on the radio. I immediately think of Todd and Suzy.. Doesn't everyone think of them when thinking of Arizona?

Anyway, as I was thinking of them, my mind wandered to something they mentioned in a post a while back. Can't remember exactly what the post was about, but the part I remember mostly is them talking about finding a spanking partner. I believe they mentioned that they had looked or were looking for someone to talk about spanking with, or meet...something like that. Now, I would go back and look for that post, but that would require me to actually work, and I'm way to tired for that, plus I'm trying to show you my train of thought.

Suddenly I was thinking about what it would be like to actually talk, real life talk, about spanking. As I was pulling up to the school and waved to some of the mothers and such, I wondered what it would be like to have a friend that you could actually talk about spanking with. I mean, face to face spanking talk. This led me to think about the fact that I've NEVER told another living soul about spanking in my life, except, of course, Bossman. Talking to Bossman about spanking has become easier, but it's still hard to look him in the face when talking about it. In fact, the only other people that I talk to about spanking are on this site. And I don't have to look any of you in the face when discussing spanking.

In some ways, I think it would be great to have someone to talk with about this stuff. In other ways I don't know that I could actually do it. I have a really GREAT friend. I tell her everything. We talk sex, we talk about our kids, we talk about everything and anything. BUT, I would NEVER, EVER tell her about the spanking. I just couldn't. I'm not even sure how she would take it. I couldn't risk my friendship over this. So I will never tell her.

That brings me to the next thing that popped into my head. I started thinking about the rest of you. I wondered what it would REALLY be like if we could all get together. Would we all be shy? Would we immediately start talking about spanking? Would we find other things that we have in common?

That brought me to thinking about my REALLY good blogging friends. I won't name names, but there are a small few of you that I actually e-mail. I keep in touch with. I tell you things that I may not have said in a blog. I have told you my problems, my fears, and other things. We've talked about lots of other things and most of the time it's not about spanking at all. I may have even exchanged a picture or two with these few people.

Then I started thinking about one of my dear blogging friends. One of the few that I shared pictures and such with. Now I'm not one to share personal stuff with people I don't know. I am extremely cautious when it comes to that. I know I lay it all out on this blog. But I try to keep it private. I try not to let out our identities. I don't want anyone in the "real world" to find out what I'm talking about. Oh sure, it's not even that bad. I'm sure nothing would happen if someone did find it, but it never hurts to be cautious.

So, back to this blogging friend. A couple of weeks ago she gave me her phone number. Now, I trust this person. I've told her things that I would tell my best friends in real life. But I haven't called her yet.

As I sat in the car, waiting for my son, I wondered if I should give this friend a call. Curiosity killed the cat, and it is killing me. I would love to call but I haven't because I just don't know what I would say.

Which brings me back to Arizona. Not really, just thought I would throw that in. But it does bring me back to wondering how we would all be like if we really met. I feel like I would be too shy to even look any of you in the eye. I've shared so much of my inner most personal feelings on this blog. You would know things about me that my "real life" people wouldn't know. Would talking to you all in real-life be awkward?

Well after pondering all those thoughts, my son got in the car. My mind shifted gears as I talked to him about his day. But part of me was still pondering all this as the rest of the day progressed. Usually the song sticks in my head all day, this time, it was what the song made me think of that stuck.

So here I am, telling all of you what I thought about today. Some of you may have met or talked in person over the phone. So tell me, how was it? Was it weird? Did you have anything to talk about?

Tell me your experiences with this. I know you all will have great insight for me.

You always do! :)

later......

reconnection...at last!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Whoooo's that in the nest?



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


Cutest little baby owl I ever saw!!!


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

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


and going.....


and going.....


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

And this is the view from the mountain top.


The perfect end to the perfect day!



later........

down, but not out!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After viewing the tape.....

We had a great time on our trip. I was going to give all you Detail Whores a rundown of our time, complete with pictures of where we went. BUT, when I got home, there were some wierd things that I needed to check out. So Bossman and I viewed the tape!

Let me show you what I found on the tape. I THINK you'll be as surprised as I was!


When we first got home, I noticed this on the sidewalk:

Weird, why would there be a cheeto bag on the sidewalk? It must have blown out of the neighbors trash bin.

Then, I noticed this, by my door:

Once I got in the house, I checked my stash of cheetos, and this is what I found.
Now I knew for sure, someone had been into the cheetos!!!

Now, that coupled with the pink thongs, I was really worried that something had happened to my house. But I KNEW I had left my BEST friends EVER, in charge of the place, so I wasn't too terribly worried...yet.

Bossman and I decided to take a look at the video. I mean, if those darn neighbor kids were messing around with my cheetos, I wanted to know about it. Wouldn't YOU??

This is the upsetting part. As a matter of fact, I'm tearing up just trying to write this.

(Deep Breath) Ok, this is what I saw FIRST.

Now, I don't know what you think, but I THINK that looks JUST like PK! Ok, surely Pk was just coming in to check on my place...right?? Surely she was just coming in to keep my kitty company...right???

WRONG...My friend, the one I thought I could count on the MOST, was up to NO good. How did I figure it out? Well, look at what I saw NEXT.

Thats RIGHT! It's EVA. And she looks like she is READY to party!!! But she seems a bit surprised to see the camera there.

So, now that's 2! 2 people that I thought were my closest friends, decided to party at my house. Now that's just SAD! It just goes to show, you can't trust ANYBODY these days!

So, I thought, ok, I guess these two were bored and decided to hang out together at my house, not really a big deal...right? WRONG again people! Look who came in next!

That's right people, you guessed it, it's Tiggr! She looks like she's having a blast bouncing on my bed. I guess she was having a great time until this happened:
That's right people. Not only did they eat all the cheetos, they broke my bed.

Oh but I'm getting ahead of myself. Before the bed broke, Ceeci showed up with movies and liquor, it looks like she had a hard day at the gym, doesn't it??:

I also saw Cassie and Tom. I was surprised to see them there, but they do make a very cute couple, don't they?

By this time the party was really hopping. Someone threw panties on the camera so I missed some of the action. The panties looked alot like mine. I think someone was going threw my drawers. Have these people NO shame?? It didn't look like it to me.

I couldn't see the action, but I could still hear it. I believe Paul showed up. I could hear lots of girls yelling OUCH and stop and there was slapping sounds. Good, someone with a sound mind showed up to give those girls what they deserved!

For some reason the panties fell off the camera and THIS is what I saw:

That's right, it's Paul! All dressed up and ready to party! Here I thought he was the voice of reason...heh!

Then I noticed that MaggieDear showed up, with MORE liquor:



Seems David and MTHC showed up, and David tried to use the paddle on MTHC. This is what happened next.

Next thing I see is Tiggr and MTHC hiding in the closet. Not sure what was happening in there, but MTHC crawled out looking a little nervous.

Next I saw Caryagal playing on my computer. I'm sure Papa Shrek will be happy to view this tape and see just what his girl was up to at MY house.


I could sure tell that Bonnie had fun....just look at that content look on her face! Those must have been some GREAT movies you brought over Ceeci!

Well, it seems that Tiggr ended up in the front yard, climbing the tree. I could have swore there were panties and butt plugs up there, maybe she was just trying to pick out a good one, or maybe she was trying to clean up the place.

Nope she wasn't trying to clean.
Last thing I noticed was Spanky and Kallisto leaving together.
Looks like they were planning on finishing this party at home.

Well, it SEEMS,everyone was having a great time...without me...in MY house.

In the morning, this is what was left.


Seems Theresa showed up. Theresa, ever the caring nurse that she is, cleaned up the place, and passed out the asprin.
Now THAT is a true friend! Finally someone with their head on straight! Thank YOU Theresa!

There was someone on the tape I didn't recongnize. She helped Theresa clean up and took care of some of the hang overs. I could only see her leaving though, but I think she was reesa roberts:


Well, that's it. That was the end of the tape.

I'm still shocked at what I saw. I can't believe people that I thought were my friends, showed up at MY house while I was gone and took full advantage of the situation.

I guess my only true friend is Theresa. She left me lasagna and replaced the paint stirrer. That is what true friendship is all about! And I really need to hang out with Reesa Roberts...she seems nice!

So, just to wrap things up. I had a great time on my trip. There were spankings, there were orgasms, there was lots of alone time with the Bossman.

I came home, expecting to write a big long post about my trip. Instead I have to inform all you innocents about the debauchery that went on in MY home while I was away.

It's tragic, but true! You just can't trust ANYONE these days. Not even your closest friends.

See if I ever leave YOU the key again.

By the way, my kitty is miffed that you locked her in the garage! The least you could have done was allow her to join in the fun!

Now, should I call the police and file a report? Or should I just inform, Nick, (well he already found out, but I think Pk is due another longer, harder spanking for this...don't you?) Adam, MoJo, Dante, and the rest of the men? I'm thinking it won't matter. I mean, if Paul and Tom went along with this, what makes me think the rest of the men will care???

I guess my only solace is the fact that I am hoarding tons of details about spankings, and YOU all don't get to hear about them!

Oh, and next time you decide to have a party...could you WAIT until I am HOME????

SHEEZ!

18 years ago.....

18 years ago, I got married.

It was one of the best days of my life.

We had a nice wedding. Your standard, bridesmaids and groomsmen, flower girl and even a cousin to read the Lords Pray.

As with every wedding, something is bound to go wrong. Mine was no exception.

Bossman couldn't find his tie. ~sigh~

Nobody told me the dilemma. I couldn't figure out why we weren't starting the wedding. They just kept saying, few more minutes, few more minutes. For heavens sake people, I was ready to go. If anyone was going to make the wedding late, it should be the bride. RIGHT?

Eventually, I thought, what happened? Did he not show up for the wedding? Did he have a change of heart? Everyone was trying to keep me calm, but I was getting nervous! Finally I told everyone they better tell me the truth, RIGHT NOW, or I was going out there myself to find out what the problem was. Finally they told me, Bossman can't find his bow tie.

SHEEZ, people. Is that IT?? My wedding is over 30 minutes late because of a stupid bow tie. I should mention here that Bossman was wearing all white. White tux, white cumberbun and white tie. Whose gonna notice if the tie is missing??

Well, I wasn't waiting a moment longer. Let's go people. I don't care about the tie.

So the wedding started. FINALLY!

The rest of the wedding was fine, except the preacher felt the need to give the longest sermon possible, instead of just saying the "I do's". Oh, the other thing, it was the hottest day of the YEAR, and Bossman and I had to stand up for so long I thought one of us was going to faint. As it turns out, none of us did that, but the best man, almost did.

The rest of the day was perfect. Toward the end of our reception, which was held at the church, we were waiting for the limo to arrive. Of course the limo was late. We really wanted to be alone for a few minutes, (GET your minds out of the gutter)we wanted to just absorb the fact that we finally got married.

We snuck off to the sanctuary. We sat in the back pew of the church. Two young people taking the biggest step of their life. What would happen now? Where would our lives lead us? What would we be doing and where would we be living 10, 15, years from now? How many children would we have?

We had our whole life stretched before us. We had no idea where the road we just started on would lead us to. But we were going to walk that road, and we were going to walk it together...holding hands.

Thank goodness we decided to take that road together. That road is long, it's curvy, it's had alot of hills to climb up and go down. As I look ahead, I can see there are still curves, I can see there are some hills. But the funny thing is, it doesn't worry me. For over the years, whenever there was a hill to climb, it was so much easier when we helped each other. He pulled me up some hills, and I pulled him up some hills, and hand in hand we would run down them together, ready to face the next hill or curve.

I wouldn't have wanted to travel down this road with anyone but Bossman.

I'm just lucky he decided to go with me.

I can't wait to see what's around the corner! Lucky for me, I'll be holding his hand.

I'll love you forever Honey!


I just got home! We had the BEST time! Thanks for taking care of the place. I think I'll go unpack. I found something weird on the sidewalk outside and THESE on the flag pole! Those silly teens, you just never know what they will get themselves into when people are gone. Anyway, I should probably take a look at the video tape. I'll do that after I unpack.
Oh, and thanks for taking care of the cat, it's weird...somehow she ended up in the garage. That silly cat!

Well, watch here for details, coming later this week!

Love you all,
grace

plucked, buffed, and shaved....

I think I'm ready for my trip.

I've plucked,




I've buffed,

I've shaved all the important parts


I've also packed something fun to wear.




So, you don't think I'm expecting too much...do you??


Anyway, the key is under the mat......


Don't forget to pick up the newspaper and....


Please, remember to feed the cat....

Oh, and NO parties while I'm gone! I'll be watching!
Well, I guess that's it. I'm ready to go. Thanks for keeping an eye on the place.
See-ya Tuesday!

HUGS!!!

I am right!

I am so glad you all enjoyed the poem. I wish I could find some of that creativity, but I'm just not in a very creative mood these days.

My days are filled with driving the wildchild around, taking care of my sick little man (he's better now) and trying to get along with my husband. Not much inspiration going on here.

To be honest, Bossman and I have finally come to terms with our disagreement. Of course you all know I had to give up the fight, even though I was right! (remember, I'm always right) I feel when it comes to marriage, unless you want to be unhappy all the time, you have to give a little, even when you're right. I did say I was right, didn't I? Well, I was right. I'm still right, and I will always be right. But I've given up the fight. Because I know, deep in my heart, I am right! So there!

Anyway, now that we all know I was right, I'll tell you why I had to give up being right. For one, life was miserable! Two, Monday is our anniversary. I don't want to have any bad feelings on our anniversary. Anniversaries are a time to celebrate your love, not hang on to trivial things. Believe me, our fight was not anything major. Nobody had an affair, nobody lie, or cheated. It was merely a difference of opinion. So, since I know I was right, I'll let it go, because I want to have a great anniversary. I DID mention I was right, didn't I?

There hasn't been any spankings going on. That's ok, we've been busy and our schedule just hasn't had room for spanking in it. BUT...that will change this weekend!! Bossman and I are going away for the weekend, by OURSELVES!!! No children will be coming with us.

My mother has some property about 4 hours from our house. It's in the desert about 2 hours or so from Las Vegas. She still lives in our area, but she's getting this place ready for when she retires. So we are going to head up there for a nice relaxing weekend by ourselves. The house is in a rural area, so the neighbors will not be a problem.

This weekend will be all about celebrating our love and getting ourselves back on track. We are not planning anything, other than spending time together. Well, I am planning on getting spanked. AND, I plan on having lots of sex. I'm not sure what Bossman is planning, but I'll just bet it's going to be close to my plans!

Hopefully, I will come home with love in my heart, a sore bottom, and lots of fun stories!

Did I mention this is our 18th wedding anniversary? Pretty cool huh?

It

If this looks familiar, it's because I first posted it in 2004. Enjoy.

It feels so wrong, so very wrong.

Then if feels...........so very very right.

It feels wicked and ugly.

Then if feels good and beautiful.

The thought of it makes my heart beat faster.

I can feel my blood pulsating through my body.

My thoughts collide,

Spinning and rushing and slamming into each other in my head.

My heart pounds out of control, ready to burst from my chest.

This is so wrong.

This is so right.

How can I want it so much, yet feel so much shame?

My body betrays me.

It wants it.

It needs it.

My body knows what my head won't accept.

My body grows weak with need.

Wet with desire.

Hot with shame.

My heart screams for someone to understand.

And then.........there is you.

You know.

How can you know....when I don't know?

But you know.

You know my soul like nobody else.

You are my soul.

You make it ok.

You push past my insecurities.

You make it right, when the whole world screams...it's wrong.

I love you.

I love this "thing we do"

No, I hate it.

But I love it.

It is right.

It is wrong.

It just is.

blah blah blah

So, there hasn't been any spanking. Not that I don't need one. I need one more than you can imagine. Ok, if you're reading this you can probably imagine how much I need one.

Bossman and I have NOT been getting along. This is rather odd for us, for although we have our disagreements, we usually don't have long drawn out fusses. ~sigh~ It's really hard to get in the mood for anything when you're not getting along very well. We did have a rather nice little encounter in Sunday morning, but no spanking.

So many things have happened the past couple of days. I've had to drive the wildchild to numerous appointments. I'm thinking of becoming a taxi driver and charging because I've driven around town more the past few days than I have in a long time. Although, now that I think about it, that girl doesn't have any money anyway, so it wouldn't do me any good. I've had to drive her to the orodontist, then I had to take her to the doctor, (long story) then I have to take her to her school appointments, then tomorrow, back to the orthodontist for braces to be put on.

Anyway, What should I do about this whole Bossman thing? How do we get back on track? I KNOW what you're all thinking, Bossman should just spank me. But it's not that easy. Bossman has been working crazy hours and hasn't been able to be home during the day. So even if we WANTED to spank, we just haven't had the time.

All I need is my husband.

I need him back.

Honey, I need you. I love you. Let's work this out.

later........

It's raining cats and dogs

The rain has started here in my area. They've been saying it would rain for the last 2 weeks. I've been thinking that the weather people were just smoking crack or something, but today they were correct!

Of course when it rains, it pours! And I'm not talking about the weather anymore!

First I'd like to thank you all for your encouragement and helpful suggestions. You are all, as usual, correct! I need to get connected with Bossman, and I need to make a big fuss with the school.

Ok, I don't need to make a big fuss with the school. They called this morning and said she's IN!!!!!!!! I guess those names and that picture did the trick!

Actually, I didn't have to use the names or the picture, although I was sorely tempted. I did have a discussion with the principal and told him I didn't want my child left behind. I wanted to make sure that just because my child isn't a HUGE problem didn't mean that she didn't need some help. He seemed very nice and said he would put her name in, but it might be a couple of weeks before they could get her in. He also gave me some helpful suggestions for the rest of this year and next. But I guess my little talk must have left me stuck in his brain, because she was selected to be in, as of this morning, so tomorrow will be her last day of regular school. PRAY this works!!!!

As for being connected to Bossman, we have plans for that tonight :)

Ok, should I tell you about my doctors appointment, or the wildchilds orthodontist appointment?

Oh, pap smears over ortho any day...am I right ladies???

So yesterday I went to the doc. Could there be a more stressful appointment to attend than the pap? Oh, I supppose a colonoscopy probably ranks up there. But the pap is pretty stressful.

I went to the appointment, scheduled for 1:40. I sat in the waiting room until 2:40! That's right, ONE HOUR!!!!!!

Do these doctors do this to us, just to raise our blood pressure? I think they do.

So, I finally get into the exam room. Now, if your a woman, you know the routine, but just for kicks, let me tell you how it went.

First they wiegh you. Like we need to see that depressing number. ~sigh~

Next they take your temp. Which yesterday, mine was elevated slightly to 100.1. Probably because I had to sit in the hot waiting room for an HOUR! Then comes the blood pressure. Again, mine was high. Could it be from waiting in the waiting room for an HOUR?? HMMMM, I wonder.

Now it's time to get naked. That's right, NAKED! Oh sure, they give you this cute little mini paper vest that barely covers your boobies AND they give you this big paper blanket napkin thingie to put over your legs. Whoo HOO! Then they say the magic words...the doctor will be right with you.

HA! This is a lie. I'm pretty sure they have hidden cameras in there so they can entertain themselves with your discomfort. They must get quite the kick out of watching you try and cover your top and bottom. It must be quite amusing to watch you sit there on the table squirming...for 20 more MINUTES!!!!

That's right, 20 minutes later the doctor finally decided to come into the room. Now, these rooms are small, so the minute you hear someone coming even remotely close to the door, you are trying to make sure there is no skin showing, just in case there are people outside the door peeking in. I also forgot to mention that your feet are dangling off the end of the table. My feet were freezing and turning lovely shades of red and purple, which for 20 minutes I kept trying to rub some circulation back in.

Of course, it never fails. The minute I get myself all situated on the table, my cell phone rang. Of course it was on vibrate, but I could hear it, I was the only one in the room. The dilemma occures when you have to decide, do I risk jumping off the table, in the napkin, to get my phone, or do I not? Do I have enough time to grab the phone before anyone opens the door and sees my naked hiney?

See, I knew Bossman was worried. I mean, how long does a pap take? I've been gone now for 2 hours. So....what do I do?

Well, after 20 minutes of thinking I have time, but then chickening out, and then trying to talk myself into answering it again...the doctor finally came in. No, I didn't answer the phone. No hiney shots for the hall.

Now comes the extra fun part. First the doctor went over the blood results from last month. Everything looks great!!! So that was good news. Bad news, my blood pressure is high, so we decide we would try some medication. BOO!

Then comes the part we love most of all. Please put your feet into the stirups and scoot your hiney to the edge of the table. WHOO HOO!!! Time to exam the goods. First he felt me up in front. Now, the question I have is, where do you look while this is taking place? Do you look at the doctor? Do you stare staight up at the ceiling? What do you say while a doctor is feeling you up? So, do you come here often, didn't really seem to apply in this situation.

After finding out that the "girls" are lump free we moved to the kitty. A friend of mine got me started calling it the kitty. I kind of like that name, much more refined than pussy.


As I mentioned before, the kitty can be tempamental. She gets a little messy when being played with. Not that he was playing with her, but he was poking around in a very undignified fashion.

Again, I have to ask, what do you say when the doctor is poking around "down" there? I chose to look up at the ceiling and think about pink ponies and purple dragons. Hey! It works for me.

Finally, the last of the torture was upon me. He lubed up his fingers and put them up the "other" hole. Oooohhhhhh, the humiliation. Could we get any more personal? Hello Doctor, nice to meet you, could you put your fingers up my ass? PLEASE???

At least he lubed up first.

Did I mention I waited for over an HOUR for all this?

Ok, that's it. Wasn't that fun boys and girls. Now, tomorrow we will take a trip to the orthodontist office. It's not nearly as fun, but hey, not everyone wants to feel you up in all the wrong places!

later........

disconnected

I'm feeling disconnected.

Bossman and I haven't really been getting along lately. I KNOW! How can that be? How could he and I be at odds?

There are many things that brought us here. Money issues have played a big part. He and I have very different views on how money should be spent. I take the practical approach, he, not-so-much. It's hard for me to want any sort of connection with him when I feel I'm right. Maybe I'm not right, but if I think I'm right, nothing else really matters. RIGHT???

So I have been a little distant with him lately.

Tomorrow I am having the dreaded pap-smear. Seems that is going around blog land lately.

Anyway, I have a few female problems. Aunt Flo, is a very regular visitor, but her dog Spot, stays around most of the month. Spot tends to get in the way of a good sex life. We've been dealing with it, and Bossman is very kind and considerate about it, but it's very yucky, and I don't enjoy that little part of our sex life.

Problem is, it seems to be brought on mostly by sex. So we haven't had any sex this week as I haven't wanted to start spotting before my test.

This always disconnects us. Bossman gets crankier than usual when denied sex. I get cranky when denied spankings. I certainly don't want to risk any marks on my bottom before my test. So we are both a tad on the cranky side this week.

Other news. The wildchild was denied the entry into independent study. Apparently, my child is not ENOUGH of a problem to be a thorn in their side. See, my child just ditches. She doesn't smoke, she doesn't get in fights, and generally everyone likes her. Just because she fails all her important classes and hangs out in the bathroom for alot of those classes, puts her in the "she's not on the school radar, so she doesn't matter!" category.

She failed history in 10th grade. She made up one of the semesters in summer school.
They told me she only needed one summer school class, turns out she was suppose to take 2 classes. So now she's a semester short on history. You would think they would put her in history class this year, right? Nope, the 10th graders get priority. So she will have to take it for summer school this year. She also failed geometry this last semester. Chances are pretty great that if she didn't get geometry last semester, she won't get it this semester. Since summer school is only 2 classes, she will have to make up a class next year also. This is barring she doesn't fail anything else. Now they are telling me that she didn't get in the independent study because seniors had priority. URRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!

When does MY daughter get priority?

I think I should go now...I feel the need to call the principal, (lots of really bad names!)

later......

I took this picture at the zoo last year, I'm thinking of sending it to the principal.

Now that it's over (or a V-day rant)

Now that Valentines day is over, I can tell you how I really feel about the day.

UGH! I don't like this day. As a matter of fact, WHY??? why do we have this day? Who decided this was a good idea? Hallmark? Wal-mart? For the love of God, why do we need another holiday to buy stuff? Have you all tried to go down the Valentine isle at Wal-mart 2 days before this holiday? It's practically worse than Christmas. All I wanted was a box of Valentines for my son to give to his class. Is that REALLY too much to ask? Apparentally it is, because there wasn't much left to chose from. As a matter of fact, he had the choice between Hello Kitty and Barbie. Oh yes, and Blues Clues. ~sigh~ Not good choices for an 8 year old boy. So it seems that now I am going to have to plan my Valentines day shopping at least 3 weeks in advance, just so I can get the good Valentines. Now I understand why they put out the Valentines the day after Christmas. Because we MUST shop early to get the best selection. As it turns out, I bought the little man some ring pops with heart stickers to put his name on. Which means I just made him the COOL kid because everyone knows the cool kids give out candy with their valentines.
Back to me....

So do I think flowers and candy and stuffed animals going to prove how much Bossman loves me? I don't think so!

Flowers will die, candy will most definately go to my hips, and the stuffed animal will get stuffed in a closet, in a box, because I can't throw away something HE gave me. That would be rude.

Why is there so much pressure to make this "all important day" perfect? WE MUST have ROMANCE!!! Why does the world have to dictate when we are romantic? If you don't get candles and get taken out to dinner, you must be a loser...right? Isn't that what this day is about? Isn't it about making sure all our single friends feel left out and alone. Lets just all rub it in the face of the ones that are alone how romantic we can be. YUCKO people! If you ask me, it's just stupid stupid stupid!!!

Ok, I think I'm done now.

So, want to know what I did for Valentines day? Come on, you know you want to know.

Well, since I don't want to rub it in to all the singles out there I'll just say,

It involved spanking.

It involved a letter.

It involved a sunset.

In that order.

It was nice.

You can go about your business now, I'm done! I'm exhausted but done. Ranting sure takes a lot out of a gal.


Now, if I have to see one more commercial for Kay's jewelry, If I have to hear "Every kiss begins with Kay" ONE MORE TIME.......AAARRRRGGGGHHHH

later....

I got nothin'

If you look in my deleted folder you will find a cyber wastebasket full of crumpled up wads of paper. Some of the paper missed the target and landed on the floor next to the basket. Others are laying in my drafted folder, unfinished and uninspired.

I wrote a really long piece the other day. It was full of my opinion on the world. It was good. Nope, it was bad. So I deleted it.

Anyway, don't look at the mess. I'll clean it up soon.

Soon as I figure out something to write about.

Meanwhile, talk amongest yourselves.

Oh, and have a Happy Valentines day!

later............