Monthly Archives: January 2009
The most frustrating thing in the world.
Medical bills. Even more frustrating then potty training or comcast cable.
You see a Dr. Dr recomends some bloodwork. Maybe some other test. Each and every one of those people and many of their representitives send you a seperate bill. At a seperate time. For a long time I was able to keep caught up, and would just sit down about once every 4 – 6 weeks and call and pay off what was due to each of them which would generally be several invoices ranging from $10 – $75.
I don’t understand where my fine plan failed, but it has.
Suddenly, even though I just talked to them, 6 weeks ago, I’ve had something go to collections. For $13. From the hospital that I’m at several times a month. Actually, weekly at this point. I found this out when I called to do my err… my bad… monthly payments.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues.
The Dreams
I’ve had several strange dreams lately. Last night I dreamed that we were in the hospital and the baby was here and that nothing had gone according to my birthplan.
Oh, the audacity!
Funny thing is, I hadn’t really planned on a formal birth plan until the dream. It’s not like you can really plan these things. And? I’m not a control freak. I like to play things pretty openly and leave things to chance. I didn’t really even plan my wedding as much as I maybe should have. We had the rehearsal after the rehearsal dinner when we were all trashed on fabulous wine. Plan things too closely and you are just setting yourself up for disappointment.
That being said, I decided I needed to fill out a birth plan first thing this morning.
Filed under Random Fluffy Bits
As a side note…
STILL haven’t gotten Mr L to mop the sticky spot up in the kitchen.
This week I showed it to him again. I demonstrated how sticky it is. Then I reminded him where the mop was…
and he grabbed a wet rag and mopped the middle of the floor completely missing the sticky spot.
I give up. I will move soon enough and do my own cleaning, and in time, reminisce about days of old when I had a maid to complain about.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues.
And the moment has come…
Today I’m seeing my last client. I’m 34 weeks pregnant, can not see my feet, waddle when I walk, and grumble a lot. Yet, some man is still willing to pay me the big bucks to torture his cock and balls.
And he wants to know if I’m sure I will not be up to seeing him next month. Don’t get me wrong. It’s great to be loved and adored, but seriously. Who finds this sexy?
I will miss the dungeon, the toys, the admiration, and especially THE MONEY. I will not miss slothing here in my sweats and knowing that in 1 hour I need to be half way across town with my Domme on, fighting the urge to throw myself on the ground kicking and screaming like a two year old.
I’m not going to miss feeling like my pubic bone is going to split in two with every step I take in my 6 inch heels. And hell yes I take those heels off as soon as the client is bound and blindfolded!
Filed under Knocked Up, The Spanking Factory
I’m in my third trimester and I’m completely unreasonable.
Completely Unreasonable
Fine. I admit it. We have a maid. It started 10 years ago when there were several roommates and everyone would fight about who’s turn it was to take out the trash, clean the kitchen, vaccuum etc. Once we all agreed to kick in a couple bucks each week to have someone else do these tasks life was SOO much easier.
After several false starts, we finally settled with Mr L. Our aging chinese man maid. Every week he showed up and cleaned up after our lazy asses for the sum of $100. On New Years Day every year he would come for an extra $100 and clean AROUND our lazy, seriously hung-over asses and give us dim sum from his uncles shop. He was never bothered by anything he saw anywhere in the house – and trust me. The man could write a book on the inappropriateness he has stumbled across. It was a wonderful relationship. Anytime a client would ask to be my maid, I would smile, think of the horror Mr L had to witness (and I had to share) and say Hell No. If you want to PAY my maid you can, but there is no way I could open my life to anyone else in the way I had to Mr L.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Knocked Up
Maternity Pants
We’ve got so many choices now!
Over the belly. Never seem to be high enough to actually be OVER the belly. They’re like trying to keep a rubber band around an egg. It’s just not happening.
Low and tight over the hips. Also low and tight over the bladder. It’s just not happening.
Roll panel. Not low and tight over the hips. Not all the way up over the belly. Also? Not really anything to hold them up. It’s just not happening.
I have spent the last two months yanking my jeans up like a 4 year old. Totally miss the regular ol’ just crappy jeans that don’t make my ass look up to parr or are tight in all the wrong places.
In other fun, I’m sitting in the Dr’s office today listening to the classical music and watching all the ladies rub their large bellies and the kiddies play with the office toys and the receptionists book appointments and reading the Pregnancy magazine and having such a domestic normal moment, I get a txt from a client letting me know he has finally gotten up the nerve to go to work in garters and stockings over his freshly shaved legs.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Knocked Up
