Tuesday, March 31, 2015


Well I have been wearing my fitbit for a week now...... I managed to lose 3 pounds (see the coffee and the jam DO count!)  

I have been fascinated by the way it tracks my exercise/steps and because I enter what I eat - how it tracks my food intact with my calorie burn off.  

But I am also getting a kick out of the "challenges".  I noticed one day last week a message from youngest daughter on my fitbit challenging me to some thing or another.  I didn't understand/get it ... and couldn't find the damn message later on... so it got ignored.

Then Friday my son-in-law sent me another challenge thingy and I got him to explain it to me.  This neat lil bracelet has an app for your phone - where you can challenge your friends to things like "weekend warrior".  Weekend warrior challenges you to walk more steps than the other challenged players (cheeky grin) in a 48 hour period.

I accepted ..... and despite walking Saturday and Sunday on the treadmill for 45 minutes each day - AND - walking after supper each evening I still managed to lose (le sigh) BUT I broke my all time high for steps taken in a day - both days!  YAY me!

And then to brighten up my exercise passion - W brought home a new strap for me.  I (being colour blind) swore it was red - but it turns out it is tangerine.  So IF I see it as red - is it red??? or is it tangerine??? 

Truthfully colour doesn't matter - what does matter is I am enthusiastic once again about something in my life....... about making my life a little bit better............ 

so when I die they can say about me -- she

 "exercised every day and died healthier" !!!


Monday, March 30, 2015

His Eyes

Every so often - usually during play time - I would look up at him and his eyes would have THIS look........not even a look I can describe - just A look

and he would have this smile - I would say 'evil' but it really wasn't........

And the combination would make my knees go weak and my heart beat faster - and all I wanted was to stay in that moment forever....... 

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Friday, March 27, 2015

His Hands

The hands would hold me - would stroke me - would lift me up to heights I never dreamed of - they would open me and tease me and make me moan....... 

I would cry "I am broken" and the hands would stroke some more and prove I was not broken......... and my body would shudder in relief

Once upon a time.........

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Watching the Dance

I have been watching 

a Top question the difference between Tops and Dominants / submissives and slaves.

a Bottom question the difference between bottom and submissive/slave

Both wondering out loud about D/s

I have been watching them dance around each other....... touching .... testing..... perfecting............

And my heart fills with joy for them.........

and a longing for something that I will never have again........ Newness.