So.....how are you?

Me, I'm doing fine for the most part. Busy with life, work, friends, family obligations, and just general stuff. I suppose I could have been posting, but I just didn't feel like it.

Now and then I've missed it, so now I'm going to try to get back in the habit. I will always welcome comments and questions about whatever it is I post.

Anyway, I hope to be here more often now. We'll see how that works.

The Seven Sevens

Seven Things I Want To Do Before I Die

1. Get married
2. Have at least one child
3. Not have to worry about money
4. Travel out of the country
5. Find my direction in life
6. Maybe have my own business
7. Get the dog housebroken
   

Seven Things I Cannot Do

1. Whistle
2. Snap my fingers
3. Touch my tongue to my nose
4. Wiggle my nose
5. Ski
6. Skate
7. Pee standing up
   

Seven Things I Admire In My Spouse/Significant Other/Best Friend

1. His patience
2. His huge heart
3. His strength
4. His vulnerability
5. His honesty
6. His talents
7. His ability to understand me when I don't
   

Seven Things I Say Most Often

1. I don't know. (all the time)
   
2. I love you.
3. Angus! (our puppy)
   
4. Down!
5. Sit!
6. Yeah.
7. Cool.
   

Seven Books or Series or Authors I Love

1. Robert A. Heinlein
2. Frank Herbert
3. Orson Scott Card
4. Isaac Asimov
5. Marion Zimmer Bradley
6. Anne McCaffrey
7. Laura Ingalls Wilder
   

Seven Movies I Would Watch Over and Over Again

1. The Princess Bride
2. Empire Records
3. Snatch
4. Gladiator
   
5. Braveheart
6. Gone in Sixty Seconds
7. Armageddon
   

Seven Songs I Can't Get Enough Of

1. In your eyes, Peter Gabriel
2. We belong to the night, Pat Benatar
3. One Thing, Finger Eleven
   
4. Sugar, We're Goin Down, Fall Out Boy
   
5. Salisbury Hill, Peter Gabriel
6. Somebody Told Me, The Killers
7. Ireland, Garth Brooks
   

Seven People I Tag With This

• none, but do it if you want to, and let me know, please
  

Hi

Hi there. I didn't realize that it's been about a month since I've posted here. Just been a little busy finally, I guess.

See, the first day of my new job was Dec. 21. It's a good job, and I like it. It's what I wanted, an office job. And most days I work 10-6 and have to drive about a half hour each way, so I haven't been online much. I can't at work, because they are uber-paranoid about viruses on the computers.

So, what I was wondering, was should I keep this blog? Should I start a new one? I don't really feel inspired to post to this one anymore. Not that sex and such is any less a part of my life, but that's not all I'm about.

I'd appreciate any friendly comments.

I totally ripped this off from another blog

CHRISTMAS CAROLS FOR THE DISTURBED

* 1. Schizophrenia — Do You Hear What I Hear?

* 2. Multiple Personality Disorder — We Three Kings Disoriented Are

* 3. Dementia — I Think I’ll be Home for Christmas

* 4. Narcissistic — Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me

* 5. Manic — Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and…

* 6. Paranoid — Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me

* 7. Borderline Personality Disorder — Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire

* 8. Personality Disorder — You Better Watch Out, I’m Gonna Cry, I’m Gonna Pout, Maybe I’ll Tell You Why

* 9. Attention Deficit Disorder — Silent night, Holy oooh look at the Froggy - can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away?

* 10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder — Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle,Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells

My apologies for the long hiatus

Mostly I've been busy enough where I haven't thought about writing anything here, but I guess I shouldn't just abandon this. Another lesser reason for not posting anything has been the thought that my ex (and you have no idea how weird it is to say that) may still read this. However, I've decided not to let that stop me. It's a free country, and hopefully he has the sense not to torture himself like that.

For anyone who doesn't know already, this last month I have moved an hour away from where I used to live, away from a long (six year) relationship, from my parents and brother, and from a job I had more than two years. I left a lot behind. Much I will miss. That's as it should be.

But it's who/what I moved to that is most important. I haven't had one moment of regret for what I've done. I'm home. I'm where I'm supposed to be. I truly believe that.

Yes, it's been a bit disheartening not to find a job right away, but even that is looking up. Cross your fingers for me. *big smile*



So, what could I have written about in the meantime?

• having a better sex life than I have ever had
• discovering a new spanking implement
• and that hot wax is kinda cool
• getting hooked on the game my love is so involved with (sounds better than obsessed with)
• rediscovering that I HATE filling out applications
• once again regretting that I didn't do an internship in college
• being sick since around Thanksgiving, with a cough that will not quit
• realizing for the nth time that I have too much stuff and am truly a packrat
• long sappy entries about how happy I am with my relationship
• coupled with the monster I've created in him
• menthol cough drops + oral sex = intense

Well, that's all for now. Any ideas or questions or comments are very welcome. I hope someone is still reading this thing, but I doubt it.

Today is the day

Soon, I go to work here for the last time. Then I'll come home, gather up some more things, load my car to the brim, and head off west. I'm both happy and sad. It's a strange mix.




On another note, Hi Rain!!! Hehehehe........

One Day Left

Ok, if you haven't figured out what I'm counting down to, I'll let you in on the secret (not really a secret). There is now one day, today, until tomorrow, when after work I will be officially moving out of here and into Southpaw's house. Yay!

Two Days!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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stuff. Strong cord and aged leather will do ye
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Teastaioinn cineal uaim - 'I want sex.'Horny little bugger, aren't you? You enjoy porn and being naked. Hell, you're probably naked right now. Both hands on the keyboard, you pervert!

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Freedom of speech

jewels of Lock and Ki has an excellent post on freedom of speech, especially in regards to adult content on the internet.

I reccomend that you read it if you like reading the same things I do. I'll write more when I get the chance.

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Two Weeks

Two weeks from today I will no longer be living here. My address will change. I'll have a new phone number. A new home. A new workplace. (if I get my transfer, crosses fingers)

I'm excited. I'm also nervous as hell. But I guess that's to be expected.

I'll miss so much about this life . . . but the future looks more promising than it has in a long time. Change is something I've needed, needed for a while. Felt stuck, felt like I didn't have any choices. Now I can see a bright future, happy future, full and with life.

So while I am experiencing a lot of sadness, it is more than balanced with what I am gaining in joy and happiness.

The Brush

Many years ago I bought a brush. What attracted me to it was it's beautiful rounded edges, smooth wood, rectangular shape. A paddle brush is what they're called. How appropriate.

I'd never really been spanked, certainly not with a brush, but something about it appealed to me. So I took it home with me. For a while it just sat in a drawer, waiting.

It came out once or twice when I got up the courage to ask someone to use it on me. But it always was forgotten after a while.

Well this last Friday I took it with me on my visit to my boyfriend's house. I showed it to him. He liked it.

Saturday night. After we got home from the reception we relaxed for a while, got out of our formal clothes. But pretty soon he had me go get it and come back to the couch. He told me what he was going to do to me with it, how warm he was going to make me.

I positioned myself over his lap. He ran his hand over my ass. I love how his hands feel, so warm and big and heavy. And warm me up he did, first with his hand and then . . . with the brush, the paddle brush, and paddle it did! It stung. It stung so much but it was so so good. He loves it when I squirm and struggle, but I never tried to put my hands back to stop it.

He also loves how wet it makes me. After he was done with it he put his fingers to my wetness and made me come, maybe more than once. Then he gave me a choice, more with the brush or with his hand. I chose his hand.

But I love that brush. It will see much more use, I'm sure. And so is he.

I'm still alive

Sorry I haven't posted in a long while, almost two weeks I guess. I've been a bit busy. Yeah. I'm still working almost full-time and trying to get my stuff sorted and packed for moving. I took one car-load up on Friday. Went to a very nice wedding on Saturday. Hi Pinky and the Brain! The reception was really fun.

But I think it's all getting to me. I have whatever cold that's been going around and everyone seems to have. I'm just so tired and irritable. And everything just made me want to cry today, from songs on the radio to frustrating customers.

Anyway, thanks to everyone who's offered help, or given me a shoulder to cry on, and just to everyone who has left a kind comment or been there for me. I really and truly appreciate it.