Frenzy – and not the hot kind

Holy crap.  It’s been a strangely busy couple of days for me.  I feel like I’ve been moving non-stop!  The reality is more like my brain has been moving non-stop.

Between the insurance snafu that I had to spend an hour on the phone dealing with this morning and the shopping yesterday and the uploading clips — which takes, between editing and upload time on the sites, HOURS —  and miscellaneous other computer work type stuff I’ve had to do, I’m just wore out!  (It probably doesn’t help that I got hit with a bout of insomnia last night, am out of ambien and only got three hours of sleep.)  I also took the time to cook a fabulous dinner; chicken tenders, adult style, with campanelle pasta and a creamy tomato parmesan sauce.

The odd thing is, when I get busy like that where it’s mostly on the computer, I also get slightly manic.  I twitter like crazy as I work, I’m back and forth between what I’m doing and the forums I’m active on, I mess with photoshop while I do other stuff.  I multi task like a raving lunatic!

Now?  I’m flopped. Chilled out. Sorta bummed cuz I made the previously mentioned fab dinner and Taylor LEFT before it was done.  So, ok, he had to run over to our friend Tom’s house cuz dude’s phone is out and we were concerned.  But, man, all that work and he has to eat it warmed over.

And…  and…  the Teen is gone for what looks like the weekend so it coulda been a romantic dinner.  (Well, ok, not likely since the kitchen table is full of sex toys I’ve been taking pictures of but still…)

Here’s hoping we get a good, relaxing night in as well as a solid nights sleep so we can take full advantage of the kidless day tomorrow!

I swear to gods, this time I’m not going to let it pass without asking for what I want/need if Taylor doesn’t seem to be initiating stuff.  I’m feeling damned twitchy for some hair pulling, ass smacking, face slapping, rough and tumble lovin’!

Speaking of which…

Taylor said the coolest thing last night.

I went down into his shop to visit for a bit and we got to talking about how we’re going to change our play style and I got to feeling bad, like it just sucked for him that he’s now got to “fix” me cuz I don’t know how to switch gears after so many years of the same basic type of play.  And he was like…  ”it’s all part of the one rule, shnoobers”.  Our one rule being, of course, that I can’t leave.  If I can’t leave then, occasionally, he has to do shit that may not be fun for him in order to get me back on the right track.  And while that should be somthing we don’t “have” to talk about — and we really don’t — it’s nice to have it acknowledged now and again.  Nice to not just think he’s going to shoulder that responsibility but know it.  Nice to know I don’t have to do it myself or flop around like a fish out of water for too long.

I’m probably not making sense since I didn’t lead up to all that with much of anything but…  meh…  since when do I make sense anyhow?

Hope y’all have a terrific weekend!  Not sure how much I’ll be around so I’ll see ya when I see ya. :)

ps. I got a hello kitty vibrator.  I looooooooooooooooooooove hello kitty!

Hello Kitty!