Wow. We had a busy, busy weekend! Friday was a bbq at our house with lots of friends and doggies. And friends feeding doggies. For awhile we had two rotties, a beagle and a boxer in our yard. The second rottie went home and later in the evening we added a pitbull/lab mix and a
FetLife, Snark and Oreos
So I log in to FetLife today – which I no longer do each and every day cuz I’m flippin’ busy, man – and the first things I see on my front page? “People who think dog rape is a-ok” and “Another day, another shoot at Kink”. Wandering over to my groups I found “Is
Some blah with a sprinkle of blahblahblah
I’m all… bleh today. The air conditioner isn’t cooling the whole house so I had to block off the kitchen doorway – which improved things a lot but now the kitchen and bathroom are stifling and I can’t work up the energy to get in the tub. Isn’t that awful? Added to it I don’t
I’m melting, I’m melting
Holy hell. I was up late — too late — and ended up getting a whole 4.5 hours sleep. It is now 86° at only ten thirty in the morning with not a cloud in the sky to bring some shade and I’m dyin’ here. It’s going to be an iced coffee day. With no
Squeeee! New camera cures sad!
Well, I seem to be getting over my case of the sads. Did much talking with the kid and with Taylor and we resolved quite a few things and, in general, felt better for having talked so life is good. I also got my new camera yesterday. A new camera goes a long way toward
A is for Amy who fell down the stairs…
Or, you know, anal play or androgyny. I’ve been laughing my ass off all morning. Unwashed feet, recycled beer… Not exactly meaningful BDSM education but funny as hell. And, like I said over on EF, I know the rhyme is a head nod to Edward Gorey of sorts, I’m actually visualizing it being done by
Ear Sex. That’s Crazy.
I have discovered that using a rather smallish butt plug does absolutely nothing to prepare me for Taylor’s dick. Here I thought I was being all smart, using my new Bootie most of the day, knowing he’d want to have crazy butt sex since the kid was gone and we could have all sorts of
Up early. On Saturday. Something is WRONG with me.
Ten o’clock on a Saturday morning and I’m not only wide awake but I’m on my second 16 oz cup of coffee and have already done a blog post, a review, called my mother and taken the dogs out twice. Huh. Who’d have thunk? I’m, as previously stated, not much of a morning person. I’ve
Brain go ‘splodey
So I’m an incredibly logical person, yanno? I know there are shades of gray all over the place and that most people are ruled by their emotions. I still see things in fairly black and white, logical terms most times. I’ll argue both sides of the coin more often than not. And it makes it
Me first, me first, me first!
So. FetLife. Again, it has me pondering. I may not participate there much but, I swear to gods, whenever I visit I end up with a blog post. Lately there have been some discussions about who comes first; child, master or self. And I’m kind of floored at the responses. I mean, first of all,
Morning Chatter (that makes little sense)
So y’all know I’m a housemouse, right? Being a housemouse, I have no real set bed time or wake up time. I get up every morning to wake up the Teen but he’s way old enough to shower on his own and get off to school without me having to stay awake —
AAA bitch
So I get to do a stint as a dispatcher this weekend. Uh. Yeah. Some of you may remember when Taylor and I did roadside assistance for a living. We’re still fairly close to the folks who own the company and they have a big family wedding this weekend so… Taylor’s going to run service
And then this happened and then this happened and then this happened…
Holy fuck. I’m exausted. Not so much physically as mentally. The three reviews I’ve done in the past couple days had to be freaking ripped out of my brain cuz nothing would flow properly. (And I apologize for the blog being so reveiw heavy lately. I had a bunch backed up and played catch
There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. ~Sylvia Plath
So Taylor is crashed out on the floor with Spike TV blaring in the background. (If I tried to change the channel he’d notice and claim to be awake but, yanno, his eyes are closed and he’s not looking at the television) Loud t.v. drives me nuts. I am waiting for my mother to drop off
Sleep? What sleep?
Yeah, I got some. In fact, I slept until nearly one in the afternoon today. But why, you may ask, when I went to bed at like…. oh… NINE last night? In a word — Taylor. See, I’m out of ambien. This is a huge bummer because I’m a chronic insomniac (and have
Show ‘em
Grocery shopping stresses me out. Not the actual shopping bit. Picking out the food is sorta fun. But then? You have to unload the cart. Bag the food. Put the bags in your cart. Take the bags out of the cart and put them in the car. Take them out of the car. Trudge them
Made up words and not much else
Not a whole lot going on over here. It’s Spring so it’s raining and gloomy far more often than it’s sunny and bright. And to think I used to like Spring best. Is it me or has it changed? May feels more like March used to. *le sigh* Remind me to take my vitamin D
Pirates in my kitchen
So I stumble out of bed after having struggled to fall sleep without Ambien (and having fallen asleep just as my alarm to get the Teen up for school started to blare in my ear, whereupon I woke him up and crawled back in bed and finally – finally! – fell asleep) and I trudge to
Gack.
This has been me all day long. Obviously, I changed my theme. Seems most of ya don’t mind when sites change their look so I figured, what the fuck, go for it. Only… I don’t even think I like it. And it was stressful. And I’ve been snapping out at the Teen and the
Would you, could you, in a house? With a mouse? On a train? In the rain?
Talk about sex. Or sex toys. Or BDSM. Or porn. Could you? Can you? Do you? I find myself completely open about everything these days. I discuss ass sex at the bar and give my mom sex toys. I forget to hide the marks on my back and leave dildos on my freakin’ desk. (Not
Will work for Redbull?
I should have oodles to say. In fact, I DO have oodles to day. I just have no energy. Or Redbull. I spent Saturday cleaning the house from top to bottom. I’m talking washing woodwork, scrubbing floors, non stop cleaning. (Not that it’ll last. Between the pets and the factory a few blocks over I
*blink*
Something I type a lot. I’ll make a statement or ask a question and then type “*blink*”. Or I”ll say things like “I sat there, blinking a lot.” Or “all I could do was blink.” It’s because I do. When I”m startled or shocked or confused or just plain gobsmacked at someone’s words or actions,
Lazy Bones
I am having the laziest damned day today. All the cleaning yesterday (as well as the benadryl to combat the allergy symptoms after cleaning up all the shedding dog hair) has me sort of worn out and blah today. So does knowing I’ll have to do it all again tomorrow. (This time of year bites
Boy, that girl sure can babble
So after a Teen free week, life is back to normal. Back to grabbing a robe before I get up to make coffee. Back to tucking the princess satchel back into my room rather than leaving it out. Back to not forgetting to put the toys away when I’m done with them. And back to
Nudity? Hot or not?
Bunch of stuff in my noggin’ that’s giving me a headache cuz it’s all tangled up in a crazy knot and won’t untwist… So you’ll have to forgive my rambling today. Somebody on a forum I frequent asked a question about sexuality and how it relates to nudity and if being comfortable nude and loving
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