Monthly Archives: July 2010
I’ve got a golden ticket
I’m getting ready to start my first post miscarriage period. Or? Getting ready to do a pasty white, zit covered Veruca Salt impression. Could go either way.
All I want to do is sit on the couch with my friends Law and Order Nick Jr and watch the Monkey play quietly torment the dog.
He’s such a good and patient dog.
Instead we are driving 30 minutes in one direction to attend a 1 year olds pool party, then home. 10 minutes to change. Then drive 90 minutes in the other direction to attend a friends wedding reception.
This is indeed quite the opposite of what I would like to be doing.
But at least DaddyO and I have decided that once I start my period, or the Oompa Loompa’s roll me off to detox, we will book an appointment with the RE to start figuring out a schedule for our FET.
Current Mood: fat and murderous, yet hopeful.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Trying To Breed
My Favorite Comfort Food
My Favorite Comfort Food
A Bazzilion years ago, as an innocent college co-ed, when I first moved to The Big City, I didn’t know a soul. No one. I started studying at a coffee shop not far from my house and eventually befriended a bunch of the other students who studied there.
One of them, I’m not sure who, introduced me to the Vietnamese place down the street. I loved it immediately and ate there several times a week. It was cheap. As cheap as the local sandwich place, the neighborhood burrito shop, or the Chinese place down the street, but something about it felt a little more upscale then any of them. I took my girlfriend there. And my boyfriend. And one time, for some stupid reason, both of them at the same time.
I’m pretty sure I studied for every test I’ve ever taken there, eyes glued to a book, while shoveling rice noodles and imperial rolls into my hungry hole. Every thing was amazingly fresh and tasted so… bright and crisp. Eating there always made me feel so good because the food was so simple and healthy. Like it counteracted all the horrible things I was doing to my body.
Filed under Plinky
Flakey People
Flakey People (Or click here to read about cute flakey NAKED snowmen)
I try to conduct my dungeon in a business like manner, even though this is a legally gray area business, and not something you generally tell people that you do when you first meet them, perhaps in a bar, at a friends happy hour …
“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m an accountant. I keep track of other peoples money, try to help them set a budget and do their taxes every April. What do you do?”
“Hi. I’m a Dominatrix. I work with people deepest, darkest fantasies. I help them enact things they are scared to tell their wives and girlfriends about. You know, like cross dressing, encasement bondage, play piercing, whipping… that sort of thing.”
“…….. duuuuuu…. ooohh… um….. ” Drink spilling, jaw dropping, eyes glazing over. “What do you put on your taxes?”
“What taxes?” *blink* *blink*
Just kidding! I put Entertainer.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., The Spanking Factory
Baby Johnny
Frilly Pink Panties for baby johnny
Yesterday I spent the afternoon with baby johhny.
Awesome timing no?
I’ve been seeing him for ages. I’m not sure why – I’m not all that into adult babies. Not that I don’t have fun with him, he’s a fun boy. He used to see another well known Mistress and he wanted to do a double with me. I was thrilled – I had met her, but never played with her. AND?! She was supposed to have an amazing dungeon. I don’t know who was more excited – baby johnny or me!
Usually in this situation, the other Mistress would set every thing up and I would arrive promptly and do my best to keep up. Mistress X, however, had just been accepted to Law School (The bar if RIFE with former Dominatrixes) and was very busy so I got to know baby johnny over several phone calls while setting our appointment up. In the end, Mistress X was too busy and it was just baby johny and I for the afternoon.
Filed under The Spanking Factory
The bottom. We’re not there yet.
So Friday, after arriving at the Drs office for my long awaited two week post miscarriage check up, to find out that the Dr had just left -to deliver a baby- and I was going to be rescheduled, for the 28th, the one month anniversary of my miscarriage, I had a little cry in the parking lot.
I cried about miscarriage, and the fact that DaddyO, after watching me nearly bleed to death in the ER is not sure he wants to try again, and his being unemployed since March meaning my dreams of being a stay at home mom of two are melting away, revealing the reality of my being a working mom of one. I had a good cry about everything that just seemed to be going wrong lately and finally, when I was done, came home and started a blog post about how we simply have to be at the bottom of this cycle. About how things have to turn around now. Because really, how much worse could they get?
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues.
Fake Sugar Bites
Artificial Sweeteners
Here’s a great article about artificial sweeteners. DaddyO and I are far from Health Freaks, neither of us has seen the inside of a gym, except on accident, in years. But we do like to stay healthy in our own way.
We are huge whole food freaks. We try to eat organic and/or local whenever possible, and stay away from process foods. High Fructose Corn Syrup is something we especially hate and it’s in Freaking Everything. Bread. Yogurt, Salad Dressing, Ketchup, Jam… and even in what are supposed to be The Healthy Side of the isle at the grocery store – fruit juices and cereals are nearly impossible to find without HFCS – even the brands you think of as the healthy choices. On the front of the container it’s touting it’s whole grain, cholesterol lowering, weight loss lowering abilities, but if you look at the ingredients… High Fructose Corn Syrup features prominently. Did you know that fat free half and half (Yes! It exists! See what I learn when the evil in-laws are here?) Is half skim milk and half HFCS?
Filed under Random Fluffy Bits
Back in the Saddle Again
Back In The Saddle
Today was my first day back in the dungeon since before we lost the baby. Actually, between the morning sickness, and the sleepiness and travel, I’d not been there is about two months. Driving in I was really worried. Being a Domme requires a lot of mental fortitude that I wasn’t sure I possesed right now. Bursting into tears for no apparent reason is definately NOT top material.
Thankfully, when I’m in the dungeon, I’m in my Mistress persona, and Mistress ALWAYS has a great time. How is Mistress? She is AWESOME! She has nothing but the best stuff and does nothing but the funnest distractions. Life is filled with willing slaves who fulfill her EVERY need. She certainly wouldn’t have such horrible thing as a miscarriage!
*sigh* I wish.
I nearly lost it at the very begining when I checked my twitter feed and saw the story about The Daddy Files confronting abortion protesters on his way into his wife’s medically necessary D&C. Seriously. Why scream at someone on the worst day of their life? Why make such a sad personal situation confrontational?? That video alone made me donate to Planned Parenthood.
Filed under The Spanking Factory, Trying To Breed
