Monthly Archives: May 2008
VOX QotD: The Meanest Teacher
Who was the meanest teacher you had in school?
When I was in the 4th grade, everyone told stories about how mean Mr H was. I don’t really remember any of the stories I heard, I’m sure it was something akin to “Ate Babies for Breakfast” and I’m certain there was something about paddling, because as a young girl, I was terrified of paddling.
Funny, because I love it so much now! Giving it, never taking it.
Mr H was older and the rumors where, he was also Very Very Strict. No playing around in class, so forgetting home work, or you would be kept in during recess, paddled and he would Eat Babies in front of you. Mention of his name in the 4th grade was enough to send us all screaming and running in different directions.
“Mr H is going to gEt youuuuu….”
Filed under Random Fluffy Bits
Oh The Irony
Oh the Irony
I just booked an all day session for next Thursday with an adult baby.
I do hope this is a good omen.
Filed under The Spanking Factory
Side Effects
side effects
So, after one week on the lupron I have actually had minimal side effects; a couple of headaches the first few days, a couple of nights where I would wake up and not be able to get back to sleep, the occasional urge to run screaming every night at 7:30, preferably with several syringes full of lupron, jamming them all into my stomach at once in an ill conceived attempt to make this painfully slow process … s p e e d … t h e h e l l … u p. (No, I’m not a very patient person*). It also seems to have made all those around me go into labor and/or decide to get preggers. Easily and Naturally of course.
Those last two were not listed on the packaging, nor on any of the web sites I’ve visited.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Trying To Breed
I have made a huge mistake.
I have made a huge mistake
I was just curious. That’s how soo many mistakes happen though, isn’t it. Emergency room Dr’s hear that all the time while removing random items from various orifices or removing items children have super glued to themselves.
I was curious as to what side effects other women using Lurpon have experienced.
So I googled “lupron” and “side effects”.
Minutes later I’m looking at a list of women complaining about Night Sweats, Insomnia, Migraines, Hot Flashes, Weight Gain, Moodiness, Bone Pain, Depression, Tingling in Extremities, Weigh Loss, Loss of Appetite, Fatigue, Bloating, Excessive Vaginal Hemmoraging….
That last one was where I quite reading.
I just re-read the warnings on the package as well as on their web site and it seems like most of those things are pretty limited. *sigh* Here we go. I guess I’ll post (read:rant) about any side effects tomorrow. Right now, my immediate worry is the needle I have to use to inject it.
Filed under The Spanking Factory, Trying To Breed
Boobies, Boobies, Boobies
Boobies, Boobies, Boobies
I’m wandering around Target, picking up giant size packages of toilet paper (when did this job get to be so difficult? Do I want giant, jumbo or MEGA rolls?) trying not to look at baby cloths, debating getting the yoga mat with the prenatal DVD rather then just the one that comes with a free download that I’ll probably never watch. Thankfully I have a list of things I’m supposed to pick up as I’m having a VERY hard time keeping my mind on the task as hand as it keeps wandering off to think about my friends boobs.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Random Fluffy Bits
Well that’s special.
Oh, the fun things they find
Oh, the things you find out when they are poking around under the hood to get the IVF thing running. Turns out DaddyO has low sperm morphology. 3% percent. He has of course demanded a recount.
So, we have an appointment with the Dr next week and she will be explaining what that means, aside from the ICSI (I love that show! Only the original though, sometimes the NY one, never the Miami one, but I digress) and the extra $1500. We should have the results from his second test by then, but from what I’ve read, that doesn’t seem to change much. And, we might have had a hard time getting pregers on our own. So it’s not JUST my fault! 
~ Now they are going to take one sperm and one eggie and let them play and see if they turn into an embryo before transferring it into me and hoping it will grown …. I’m simply amazed. So many places to go wrong.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Trying To Breed
Really? Seriously??
My Son's Room
Knock on door. Door answered. Stench escapes. Laptop bag reclaimed. Laptop bag given back due to ingrained stench. Argument about ballast/text books ensues. I leave. Realize I didn’t discuss original topic. Knock. Again. More stench escapes. Think about reclaiming brand new box of cheezit’s that I’d not even noshed on yet. Throw up a little in my mouth at the thought of eating anything that came out of that room. Argument about homework and upcoming finals ensues which was the original reason to knock on the door. Walk away. Sigh. Deeply.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Trying To Breed
Taking the “recreation” out of recreational drugs…
IVF drugs. Not the fun kind.
This time it’s serious.
I came home from the dentist office (really? you go to the dentist?) today to find three big boxes on my front porch. Three. Knowing that today was the day that I had expected my IVF meds to arrive I knew there would be one box. But for a brief second, I thought it was going to take me THREE boxes of drugs to get pregnant.
Thankfully two of the boxes where from BigBird and contained some of the wedding stuff and yet another nasty note. I guess she didn’t get the msg that no, really, I would just wait until she died and pick it up from her estate.
But back to the matter at hand. Or as this picture illustrates, at foot, the giant box of drugs (just one box thank you very much!) that it’s going to take me to get pregnant. Very different then the drugs it took me to get pregnant when I was 15. And from the look of them. Not nearly as much fun.
Filed under Trying To Breed
Beware the Family Jewels
The Family Jewels
As girls, we have been warned about hitting, slapping, smacking, kicking, biting or in any other way damaging the Family Jewels of a male our entire lives. When I was younger and my brother slid off his bike seat smacking his on the bar of his bike, I got in trouble for simply laughing at his pain, a trait I would later learn to make a good living from. When I was in the second grade, I learned that the boys would leave you utterly and completely alone if you kicked them in the mysterious Family Jewels. Of course, if you got caught by a teacher or one of the boys ratted you out, there was No Recess For YOU Young Miss!
For my sister and I, these Family Jewels held such mystery that the first time she say a set, she proclaimed, loudly, Is That IT?!?
Filed under Kinky Sex Tips For Curious Girls
