Friday, February 28, 2020

The Voices in my Head








The voices I hear today are not the voices I used to hear...... they are not bringing me down -- making me feel unwanted/useless / stupid.........not anymore... 

The voices I hear today are trying to convince me of my worth...... just as I am.

You see ..... there is a part of me that believes I am not worthy unless I am working 24/7 - I feel guilty when I take time for me.. or when I have days that I do almost nothing... I MUST always prove myself ......... my grandmother used to say - 'idle hands are the devil's workshop'.  If I don't continually work hard - contributing to the family life then I will be discarded.  It is difficult not to feel guilty when Sir Steve goes out to work every single day......... and comes home tired .... BUT I have already been down that road.......  it may be one of the problems of being with someone much younger than myself......... maybe if I was with someone who was also retired this guilt about his working and my being home would vanish.

I am starting to listen to the voices in my head....... trying to come to terms with my conflicting feelings....... trying to see I have nothing to prove....I am good enough just as I am.

Life is good when you start to realize you don't have to prove anything...... anymore!

 

Thursday, February 27, 2020

The Moral of the Story is........





There is a metal box that sits across the street from us.  Originally it's purpose was to cover the phone wires that are in the ground........ BUT the first week I was here it got knocked over....... I called the phone company and they eventually showed up.  The technician had a metal rod that he pushed into the ground.... then he duct taped the box to the metal rod.  

That metal rod became the neighbourhood kids' excalibur..... and eventually one day the rod was pulled out of the ground and away from the metal box.  Then the poor lil metal box teetered whenever someone would brush past it.  Some days it lost the fight to remain upright and would be found lying on it's side.... but it always seemed to right itself.

In the winter months it would be buried in snow.... in the spring it would swim in the puddles ... in the summer it would bask in the heat.   BUT it was always there - right across the street standing guard on the neighbourhood.  Three years of winter storms..... spring puddles..... and summer heat.

And here we are in winter again -- and the lil metal box has been buried in snow for the last few months.  Then on Monday night the city came by and cleared the snow banks from the side of the road to allow for the storm that is arriving today.  On Tuesday morning when I looked outside the lil box had been moved about 10 feet down the boulevard and was lying on it's side looking pretty bashed up.  (you try doing battle with a city plow!!) A day later it was back in it's spot - across the road from us - standing proudly upright again.... dented and battered but nevertheless standing!

There is a moral to this story ... I'm just not sure what it is.......... 

BUT

Life is good when the lil metal box survives.........

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

A Moment in Time








He reaches down to kiss me...... hello - goodbye - just because - it doesn't much matter the reason.......... 

As his lips touch mine his hands go round my body and grab my ass...... pulling my body tight against his.... feeling his cock against my body -- but mostly feeling his hands squeezing my ass....... 

This grabbing makes my knees go weak and my heart pound...... and I want him as much today as I did the first day his hands grabbed my ass.

Monday, February 24, 2020

A Gift ?!








Friday evening Sir Steve came home with this bottle of 'MamaJuana' - a gift from one of the guys he works with - who had been in the Dominican Republic on holidays.

Nice gift right?

If you can get past the name 'MamaJuana' (does it sound like marijuana to anyone else?) and read up on it... 

it has 30% alcohol (our favourite wine has 11%)
It is a concoction of rum, red wine and honey (doesn't sound too bad so far right?)
that is allowed to soak with tree bark and herbs.

It is apparently an elixir of sorts that will cure whatever ails you.  On the label it says it is an aphrodisiac ......... 
on line it says besides it's aphrodisiac properties it is also used to rid you of flu - aid digestion and circulation - cleanse the blood, liver and kidneys.

We couldn't wait to try it out........... maybe it would miraculously cure Sir Steve's bug...

Saturday night Sir Steve poured us each a good shot ............ images of wild sex danced in my head.......... and we both clicked glasses and took a drink........... 



O H   M Y   G O D! 

our eyes bulged
our faces went red
we almost gagged

It took a few minutes before either of us could speak......... 

gasping I declared it was the worst tasting (insert expletive here) I had ever had...... it tasted like mouldy rotting trees ........ it burned like liquid fire.......... 


We waited.......... we took a second mouthful.......... 

ok the second one wasn't nearly as bad........ (had our taste buds shrivelled up and died?)  Maybe it would be better chilled - we put the open bottle in the fridge...... 

I tried to finish that first glass..... I got about 75% of it down -- and then the headache hit!  like a sledgehammer to the back of my skull.

Later we both limped off to bed -- me with my headache - Sir Steve with his bug (obviously no miraculous cure)

The bottle is in the fridge........ and it may just gather cobwebs there........ 

Life is good when you don't die from gifts given.........

Sunday, February 23, 2020

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