What Sells.........

 First let me say - this post is my opinion - and your mileage may vary........

 

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When I started blogging some 17 years ago I was excited.... no more than excited I was in a frenzy of sorts.  I had found an outlet to talk about my kinks without any shame.  I think most of you can identify with that feeling......... being able to finally open up about your kinks and actually talk about them - in detail.  WOW what fun !!  how freeing it felt...... there was somewhere I could talk about the taboo.  Being brought up the way I was where sex was a 4 letter word and was never discussed - in fact nothing personal was EVER discussed with friends or family - never mind publicly - having a place I could open up was the best feeling EVER!

I posted in detail about my kink life - from serving naked to being chained in bed to being spanked till I was black and blue..... I posted about sex ... every gruesome detail.  AND I couldn't believe my numbers on my blog...  especially on Monday when I would post about the play parties from the weekend complete with pictures of the marks on my naked body. They were HIGH........ I was thrilled - people wanted to hear about my kinky life.

I'm not sure at what point I started to feel grungy - but it happened.  I would write the words but then in my mind's eye I would see the wankers reading and (excuse my language) jerking off to what they read.  EWWWWWWWWW that's not who I was!!  I didn't want to write porn! (and when I stopped writing in detail guess what? my numbers fell off)

Then the relationship I was in - long term ... like over 10 years long term... started to fall apart.  It got pretty dark ........ and painful....... and dangerous to my mental health.  The BDSM community I was involved with stepped in (I've written about this before) ... they got me out .. and safely tucked away in a high security apartment building.  BUT the drama with "him" didn't stop...... and I wrote non-stop about it ........ cause I was scared.. and I needed an outlet.... (and guess what happened? my numbers went way back up again! It would seem sex sells and so does drama/ abuse)

AND then I decided for my sanity - for my well being - I had to move yet again.  No one except my dearest friends/family knew where I was moving to... or when.. or anything at all about my move.  And when I wrote I wrote about my life - my everyday life.  Cause truthfully - the kink side of my life was only a few hours a week  - the rest of the time I was teaching ... working with my special kiddies.  I was paying bills and cleaning and cooking and living.  Nothing for the wankers - nothing for those who craved someone else's drama.  It was just me - plain old me.

And my numbers?? they levelled off.  Now there are no massive peaks and no lowest valleys per say... each day my numbers are pretty consistent.  AND I don't really care.  I honestly don't!

The people who drop by - drop by cause they're interested in what I write - doesn't matter what.......... from serious to humorous to kink to dreams to whatever moves me that day.

When I say numbers don't matter to me I guess what I mean is - I'm not writing to draw people in.... I'm not writing / selling sex or drama.  I really am writing for me (99% of the time) and yeah I am sharing with like minded folks - who it turns out - are quite happy to just read about our mundane life.  Yesterday I had a couple of comments about how folks were happy to see "peaks of our new home" ......... and I mentioned how I used to do a "home corners" post every once in awhile and how I was thinking of resurrecting that theme again... 

Maybe what all this is is simply the evolution of a kinky blog... a lot of the original kink blogs /hard core kink blogs have disappeared.  Why?? well maybe cause one just can't keep up the intensity day after day?? I'm not sure.... I just know that what you read here is my life......... nothing more nothing less. I'm not gonna scold anyone who drops by here and doesn't comment..... shrug... it's just not important to me.  I have my faithful readers who leave me comments and share with me ... they make my day to be honest.  If Roz or Prefectdt or Boo or Baker or Pk didn't show up for a few days... I would watch for them - and yes I'll admit it I would fuss cause that's who I am.  

Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyy

I'm sure this topic will come up again........ 

and again............ 

and again............ 

But for now I'm done talking about it.

More Canada

Just a little more Canadian content for you viewing/listening pleasure....

 

 

  

 

Social Media

 

 

Once upon a time - not that long ago actually - I was not on any social media.... didn't really even know about facebook!!

I think the first social media platform that I joined was Fetlife.... and that was because I happened to know John Baku and he asked me (believe it or not) if I would be interested in beta testing a new web site he was developing.  He specifically wanted me to check spelling/grammar and links.  I wasn't a huge user until much later when I realized the advantage of having a kinky website that listed all upcoming events.

Then my daughters suggested I join Facebook.  For one reason - to upload family photos.  Up to this point I had been emailing them the pics of family celebrations.  They pushed just hard enough to get me to sign up.  Back then the only people on my friend's list were my daughters.  

BUT it didn't take long before I was adding teachers I met or worked with - joining education groups - joining craft pages.  And then it became part of my morning routine to log on to Facebook.

Now I can say I am officially hooked on Facebook.  Not on Twitter or Instagram or any other social media site - I hardly visit Fetlife anymore.... but I do still check Facebook every morning with my coffee. 

One of my favourite groups on FB is "Sarcasm should be a language" .......it usually gives me a good laugh..... and occasionally Sir Steve gets a chuckle when I share.

A couple of weeks ago - the cartoons they were sharing had a definite kink theme.  Imagine my surprise..... Facebook has always been what I consider a family rated site..... and yet here were these kinky offerings!!  I'm surprised they didn't get censored - from what I hear more and more folks are getting censored and being sent to "Facebook Jail" (whatever the hell that means) 

Thought I would share with you some of the ones that made me giggle....... 

Enjoy

 

 

 and last but not least.......... 

 

A Little History

 

Many of you are new around The Journey - or missed some of MY history.  As some of you know I have been working on a follow up to our TTWD...... There is a draft I have been working on...... and I was thinking it would be ready to post this week.   BUT I am thinking that at least some of my back story should be posted now.......... 

I honestly didn't realize how much my history was affecting my now.....  There were some posts in blogland that were triggering a guttural reaction in me.... and I reached out to  willie.  She was great at guiding me through my own personal nightmares.. what I called my TPE (total power exchange) hell. So let me give you some of my history - hoping it might explain my future TTWD blog.

Many years ago when I first started to dabble in D/s - BDSM... I met a man.. just a man... and for whatever reason we started playing together... I enjoyed it... he enjoyed it... we started to explore D/s together.  It seemed a good pairing ya know - two people learning from square 1 together.  You'd think working together would create a bond / a TTWD relationship that fit both of us perfectly right??   

We moved from dabbling in D/s to full on TPE.  BUT at that time he wasn't living with me during the week - I was working .. he had responsibilities... it was only on weekends.  I realize and accept full responsibility for some of the damage ... not all but some.  Red flags should have been raised - but they weren't.  We went through some bumpy times - but eventually we did actually move from Quebec to Ontario...... and I retired from work.  We were now living 24/7 TPE ...  He got deep into my head... I was made to feel responsible for everything that went wrong - including how much snow we received (yeah yeah I know - how stupid could I be!!?? but I felt guilty)  He started making it awkward for me to see my family... he controlled who I talked to at munches/parties... he seemed to have no boundaries - often humiliating me in public.  

Honestly I didn't 'see' how bad things were.. how much *I* had disappeared.  I felt very isolated and very alone.  He would come and go as he pleased (as it turned out seeing other women  - playing with other women - lying to me and to others) 

Then friends in this new to me community banded together ......... they got me alone .. and they told me it was time I moved out - took my collar off and got free.  They told me bluntly what they thought of this man who was my Master... they offered any and all help to get me out - to get me safe.  Yes safe !!  that's how bad it was.  and I did it...... and it was hard.......... it nearly broke me.  I had to learn to live alone - to find my way and OMG it took so long!!  I landed up in the doctor's office a blubbering mess ... he got me into therapy.... it was a long long road back to normalcy.  I couldn't have done it without those friends .......... 

Did this man - this ex sir - disappear ? leave me alone? nope..... he would post on his blog his angst.. his anger towards me. He would mail me threatening letters... He tried demanding money from me...  It scared me.  It scared folks in the community who kept a close eye on me.  I didn't think I would ever be free ........ 

So I started to plan yet another move.  A move out of his city.... was looking westward .. my daughters weren't happy - they wanted me closer not further away.  

It was at this point that Sir Steve was on the edges of my life.... we were talking.... renewing our friendship.  He suggested I move to his city - move east  -- putting me less than an hour from both daughters.  It made sense..... closer to my family... much MUCH lower rents... so I found an apartment and moved.  I didn't give anyone - ANYONE - my contact information. (I have to add here that those friends who helped me - they knew how to contact me.. and some of them even came to visit - to check out how I was doing - small smile - they are GOOD friends)  I finally felt safe.  

Time passed.  I felt safer.   IF ex sir tried to post comments on here and they weren't appropriate I would simply delete them.  BUT being me - every once in a while I would allow a decent comment from him to be posted.  Then this ex sir went through a really rough patch. There was a serious episode this past year.... non BDSM related - but demonstrating yet again how lucky I was to be out of this relationship.  even still I tried to be a 'friend' to him.  (ok ok slap me upside the head!) I thought that perhaps we could now be just friends..  (ok ok slap me upside the head again!)  Cause this morning Fondles sent me a message telling me this ex sir had left a comment for me on HER blog!  WTF??!!! She described it as 'passive/aggressive'.  So things haven't changed.  not one bit. He's still trying to get to me - to push my buttons.

Thankfully I have Sir Steve.  This poor man probably has had more than he originally bargained for.... he has helped me heal .. he has helped me stand on my feet again.. to feel good enough... to feel special.. to feel loved. 

History is important to our stories....... it is what makes us who we are.... 

The Child Within.......

 

 

 Mine is........ has been for many years.

I got such joy from teaching because my inner child got to come out and play every single day!!  Break times would often find me outside playing with the kids.. jumping rope - cheating at baseball - playing 4 corners.

BUT my inner child didn't just play at school - she was always peeking out - being mischievous - often times getting me in trouble with the Dom sorts ....... I was always so repentant - often times saying things like 'yes Sir 3 bags full Sir' or wiggling my ass during spankings...... I wasn't a brat - I knew when it was acceptable and when to reign it in......... 

We are heading into my inner child's favourite season - Christmas... when magic is possible and fairies dance .......... 

This morning I went down to the basement and rescued this lil guy from banishment.......

 

I shampooed his raggedy dusty tattered fur.......... 

I polished his wooden rockers.. 

I combed the knots out of his mane and his tail.......  

 

He's as clean as he'll get .......... and is ready for a big red ribbon and bow for Christmas... I see him surrounded by teddies and maybe have a Raggedy Anne riding on his back....  

BECAUSE - don't ya know - Christmas is for children - even the inner ones who peak out.........

and remember..............

 

OCD

 

We had a dear soul who lived 3 doors down from us (she has since moved - into a group home I am hoping).  I would see her leaving her house and she would get to the bottom of her stairs and have to turn in circles - 3 or 4 times (honestly I never actually counted)  She would get to street corners and the turning in circles ritual would happen again - both stepping down off the curb and stepping up on the other side.  I always fussed that she would get hit by a car.

That is OCD at it's worst I think.

My mom had OCD - though I am sure it was never diagnosed as such...... but she would wash her kitchen floor every single day...... EVERY SINGLE DAY! She washed her hands constantly (she'd do well through this pandemic).  She had lists and routines and god forbid if something happened that altered those routines.  AND everything had a place and was in it's place.  A lesson she drilled into me!

I joke that I have OCD...... (mine is actually diagnosed) I tend to joke about a lot of things that bug me.  and yes my OCD bugs me.  

My OCD (see my ownership of this?!)  manifests itself in routines and schedules.  My life is good when my routines and schedules aren't disturbed.... BUT if something happens that disrupts my schedules/routines one of two things happens........ I either get very bitchy!  OR I get very panicky.

Yesterday I had the dentist appointment....... on a Monday.  BUT Monday is laundry day.  I figured I would be able to get it done when I got home - the eternal optimist that I am!!  BUT despite getting a good report from the dentist (the infection has healed - the bone migrating out of the gums is totally normal - and I need to be patient cause the time frame to heal is not a week or two but more like 6 - 8 weeks!!) I still came home with a headache.  I managed to get 2 loads of laundry done....... but there were still 2 loads sitting on the laundry room floor... AND.... I still had to strip the beds and do the bed linens and the towels.  I was very 'adult' and announced at dinner time that I would finish the laundry tomorrow......... 

I said the words out loud - but inside my gut flip flopped.  There was laundry on the floor!!! OMG!!!! Ask me if I had a good sleep last night.......... le sigh.

The minute Sir Steve left the house this morning I was in the laundry room doing laundry!!!  It will be done by the time he comes home... the laundry room will be all tidy again..... and my world will once again spin smoothly through the universe.

Reminscing

 This morning the headlines were

Helen Reddy dead at the age of 78.

I teared up......

There are very few songs that I can say touched my life...... but "I am Woman" did.  I remember how deeply that song affected me way back in the 70's ... I remember vowing I would help my girls grow to be independent strong women........ (bet eldest daughter doesn't remember me dancing with her in my arms singing I am Woman - hoping it would somehow imprint on her soul)

I like to think that the woman I am today is because of that song....... and why I am submissive.  Confused? strong woman and good submissive in the same breath? yes!  I honestly believe a good submissive must be a very strong person......... but that's a debate for another day......... 

Today is for remembering a strong woman who touched my life and I am sure many other lives................... 

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!

 

Clarifying.....

I had a number of comments on yesterday's post........ I decided to clarify my thoughts a little bit today.......... 

90% of my days are filled with life and living and loving....... the future is out there ... to be planned and look forward to........... I refuse to be an 'old lady'.... my hair is cut in a funky asymmetrical style..... I now dress to please myself (no more dressing to suit the man in my life - and thankfully the man in my life now expects me to dress to please myself).......  I was extremely flattered last summer when I discovered most folks thought I was 10 years younger than my calendar age....... WOW!  that was a biggy for me!! 

I honestly don't care what other people think about how I dress or how I act... for the first time in my life I feel free to be me... and am having great fun discovering who I really am!! 

It's just ........ sometimes.......... the numbers flash in my mind's eye.. garish coloured flashing numbers -- making me feel fragile and old...and questioning every ache .. every twinge... scaring me............ 

Life is good when you can talk about fears/worries and have friends gather round...


and I am posting this pic cause I have nothing to hide ........ and need to really SEE myself!

Weird - ain't it?

I am having a good day!!  I am going out shopping -- that's how good a day it is!!  and the weird thing is........ it's because my hair looks pretty damn good today!!  

Weird isn't it?? my hair is near on perfect today and my whole day looks bright and beautiful!


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Just a little side note here .... to clarify some comments/suggestions/assumptions from yesterday's post.

I am a retired teacher - taught for nearly 25 years.

I believe the school and home should work together 

I also believe in this day and age -- sometimes teachers need the family's permission to discipline -- helicopter parents being what they are

I also stand by our decision to withdraw dance classes if school work/behaviours slip... that was the condition we put on dancing this summer when she tried out for competitive dance.. AND she agreed to it ... if we waffle on it now I do believe she won't trust our word going forward........ right or wrong that was the consequence we set last summer 

We have a face to face with the teacher today -- there are some impressions I want clarified and if necessary corrected.


Life is good when it's a 'good hair day' 

 

The Great Shopping Adventure.......

So yesterday I went out shopping.......not for groceries ... or for the lil one... or for the house or Sir Steve ........ I went shopping for ME.  I wanted to get some funky bohemian type clothes -- well definitely some new leggings and a couple of new sweaters.

I had been looking forward to this shopping trip which in itself was amazing!  I got the lil one on the bus to school and came home and got dressed up......... did my hair and put make up on.  In my head I looked like this as I left the house for this great shopping adventure...........

I spent 2 hours shopping......... I was getting more and more frazzled.......so many racks and rows of clothes I felt like I was going round in circles.  I saw a nice dark blue sweater and I just grabbed it and threw it in the cart.  I found leggings on sale for $10 and grabbed 3 pairs (one grey ... one dark blue with wee flowers on them .. and one leopard spotted) I found a nice brown sweater. I picked up some eye liner and lipstick ...... oh yeah and I bought a new sexy bra ... soft dove grey with lace.  AND I didn't try one thing on.

After 2 hours I was done -- done like dinner!!!  As I walked to my car I glanced at my reflection in a shop window............... this is what looked back at me.................

Frazzled -- hair sticking up all over the place -- my lipstick chewed up -- my scarf flapping in the breeze.

I came home exhausted!!!  but I persevered and tried on the clothes -- first the soft brown sweater -- it's ok -- looks better with a brown/grey scarf I have...... tried on the blue sweater figuring it would be perfect....... BUT there was something wrong -- WTF -- it had no sides???!!!  I must have it on wrong -- must be some trick to this.......... except there wasn't any trick -- it was a bloody poncho!! a turtle neck poncho!!  (le sigh - now I have to go back to the shops and return it)

Life is good when you have great shopping adventures and live to tell about it

 

Honouring Me

I am - finally - honouring ME.  I am accepting my weaknesses and my strengths.  I am accepting that some days I just need to be quiet in our home.

I used to joke that I had 'adulted' enough...... or that I had 'peopled' enough.  The truth is - it isn't a joke.  People exhaust me.  People's lies stress me (I can't understand WHY people lie!) People confuse me.   I used to see that as a weakness - something I had to overcome.  I had to learn the 'rules' to this game called life - figure out what everyone else seemed to know....... I had to be more like 'them'.  

That was a mistake.  I can't be 'them'.  I can only be ME.

NOW that I can more or less pick and chose when I venture out into the big world -- I am so much happier........ less anxious.  Now I realize ... no not realize.. more like I give myself permission to live my life my way.

I have been healing wounds caused by my past - from family who didn't /couldn't hear me - to lovers who were socially inept and insecure (and blamed me) .  

I had to reach down deep inside of myself -- to find out who I was ... what I wanted... and honestly to learn to be a little bit selfish ........ being selfish isn't always a bad thing... being selfish has allowed me to find what makes me happy - what makes me tick.. what lifts my soul and frees me.

Little things are allowing me to live more authentically..... like redecorating the house in an oriental theme (thank god Sir Steve loves it as much as I do!!) .... like accepting I must have quiet days alone...... like accepting I have made some rotten choices in my past - and trying to let go of those mistakes ........ like accepting I have my own style and that I won't allow anyone to define that style for me anymore.


Life is good when you learn to honour yourself and learn to live authentically.

Smoke and Mirrors

I was doing a lot of thinking yesterday after my post....... about how my blogging has changed in many ways since those first years.  

We were a tight knit group of masochistic submissives..... and we supported each other and shared secrets and advise and chatter.   I was pretty naive back then -- wearing my rose coloured glasses - believing everyone I engaged with were as real as I was -- as honest ........ 

And then........

one of the women was caught in a lie... more than one lie -- her whole blog was a lie -- everything she wrote was a fantasy and she had been using us.  And the news spread like wild fire.   We all felt cheated and hurt and angry.  Being me I was devastated.  I had trusted her -- shared with her .. laughed with and cried with her and she wasn't what she portrayed herself to be ....... how stupid could I have been??? 

(and before anyone questions this -- this woman took her blog down disappeared for awhile then came back for awhile then disappeared again)

It was explained to me quite simply........... the internet is all smoke and mirrors -- you never know for sure that the person you are talking with / sharing with is actually who they claim to be.

Now the few commenters I have are like social acquaintances  -- they make me smile and sometimes laugh -- sometimes I even worry a little bit about them.........but it's not the same now...... thanks to that woman many years ago who broke my rose coloured glasses ...... 

Dear Diary..........

Anyone else keep a diary ??  I kept journals for years -- I am guessing since late teens.  When I moved to Ontario I came across all those journals... years of  teenage angst and hope and deep philosophical thoughts (well they felt like deep philosophical thoughts - grinning)

Then I started blogging - 15 years ago - reaching out into the great dark void that was the internet ... hoping against hope I would find like minded people....... difficult to do when one is not entirely honest about who/what they are.  It took me a long time to use the word 'masochist'.  I always worried people would think I was damaged - sick - ya know?!  But then slowly I found one other like myself -- then they lead me to another and another and soon I discovered I wasn't alone with these desires and it felt very good!  'cause if I was 'sick' then I was in good company !!  For a few years we were a community of masochistic submissives 'talking' to each other via our blogs and emails - and once in while in person.  It felt great!

Then slowly our small community started disappearing.... one after another the blogs closed down and folks moved on.  I kept writing........ too stupid or too stubborn to just disappear.

Now I write cause I have always written........... I don't much pay attention to the numbers.. or the comments (or the lack of comments) cause it is MY story I am telling...... for me. 

It was brought to my attention yesterday that I might want to think about answering more of the comments that are left on my blog.  I might want to engage with folks a little bit more.  It kinda made me smile -- cause if you knew in me in the real world -- you would know that I tend not to interact with folks too much.  Weird yeah I know -- shrug 

So ......... I thought on the words of advise over night  -- I will try to interact a little bit more in the comment section....... no promises but I will try.

Starting fresh........

New Year = cleaning and organizing and sorting -- for some reason I have always been hit by the cleaning bug come Jan 1st...... it may have a lot to do with finding space for the Christmas gifts.... and the decorations coming down and the fact that not a whole lot of cleaning goes on in the month of December.

Whatever the reason - we have been busy this week ....... Sir Steve is finishing up the redecorating we started in the late spring....... the bedrooms and TV room are being done.  I have been sorting through papers and filing them...... sorting out each room as we strip it down for painting --  and believe it or not -- shopping !!  We needed a new duvet cover (ok ok maybe not "needed" but "wanted" one to go with the new colour scheme for the master bedroom) 

I've ordered some new floating shelves to hold my geisha (Sir Steve bought me a new one for Christmas and wants me to have my own oriental display) 

The cleaning and tidying applies to The Continued Journey as well -- holiday theme gone and the every day theme in place again.......... 

It does feel good to have things returning to normal........ 

 
AND on the theme of returning to normal... do you know what Sir Steve has been doing this week??? Oh dear GOD!!
I have some bruising from the spanking the other night..... every time (well it feels like every time!) he walks past me he has been poking the bruises.... which makes me jump and grab my ass... and finally made me whine!  He is SO mean!!  never let it be said that Sir Steve isn't caring -- he stopped poking my bruises and replaced it with slapping them -- HARD -- such a sweet man dontcha think??  

The house is returning to normal -- the blog is returning to normal -- and my Sadist is back !!  which is the best normal I can think of!!!

Life is good when it's post holiday fun and normal returns.

Spoiling Myself.......

About a month ago I told Sir Steve that I had always wanted a duvet, but never bought myself one.  I thought about that -- why hadn't I bought myself one?? Oh I have had gorgeous comforters and quilts ...... but never a duvet.  And the really neat thing about duvets is....... I can buy a few different ones and change them to suit my mood .. the season... the phase of the moon!

I felt reluctant at first..... cause ya know I (we) didn't need a new comforter for the bed... I flip flopped and hummed and hawed.  I kept bringing it up with Sir Steve .... I finally asked him if he would have a problem with a duvet -- and a Christmas one at that.  He thought it was a good idea........ so I ordered a duvet and duvet cover from Amazon (Amazon is my shopping friend!!)  

Honestly I couldn't wait till it came -- I fussed and fumed about it.... what if the cover didn't fit the duvet?  What if it was uncomfortable to sleep with?? What if Sir Steve didn't like it?? What if.... What if...... What if.......... 

Well it arrived... I did learn that you need muscles and stamina to stuff the duvet inside the duvet cover....... like a HUGE pillow case that needs 4 people - one on each corner!!  But I got it on........ and stood back and stared at the bed...... I was in love!!!  Sir Steve came home and he was in love......... And we both had a tremendous sleep under the cloud of softness that is our duvet.....

Then I made a Christmas list for my girls and Sir Steve (something I don't do very often) and topping the list was an oriental duvet cover.  OMG the choices of covers is unbelievable and soooooooo affordable (compared to quilts and comforters)

Then this week I was stripping the bed to wash the sheets and made up my mind we needed a new mattress cover.  I went to Amazon and found a wonderful pillow top cover and ordered it.  Then I decided while I was at it we needed new pillow protectors and ordered them too..........

They're really not big things... but they make me so happy....... it makes me happy to buy things to improve our lil home..... and to know these things make Sir Steve's life a little brighter and more cheerful and comfy.

I told Sir Steve a couple of years ago that unlike his past relationships I didn't need anything from him....... well not in material ways....... I could finance myself... what I needed wanted from him was love and loyalty and 'snuggles'.

Life is good when you learn to spoil yourself and you have a man who gives you love and loyalty and 'snuggles'

 

 

Getting to know me

During LOL days I came across a new to me blog Cassie's Space.... she had a meme that I loved and decided to do it here........ Feel free to do it too.... just leave me a quick note telling me you are doing it so I can come and read your answers.......

 Is sex best in the morning, afternoon, or night?
yes!!
  

2. On which side of the bed do you sleep?
right side (cause I'm always right - cheeky grin)
 

3. Pork, beef, or chicken? 

chicken and beef -- pork I can take it or leave it 

4. Have you ever had to pull over on the side of the road to puke? 
 NO  

5. What leg do you put in pants first when putting them on? 
 my left leg 

6. Candles or incense?
 I prefer essential oils - love jasmine! 

7. Do you dance when no one is watching?
 hell I'll dance with people watching! 

8. Did you play doctor when you were little? 
 yes and I was always the 'patient'.  

9. Stove top cooking or microwave?
 microwave is for warming up only 

10. Would you rather your car or your house be dirty? 
 neither  

11. Shower or bath? 
 used to love baths -- now I'm a shower girl  

12. Do you pee in the shower? 
 NO - ewwwwwwwww - NO! 

13. Mexican or Chinese food? 
Chinese
 

14. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed? 
 ohhhh lord they better be aggressive or not much is gonna happen 

15. Do you own sex toys? 
doesn't everyone?

16. Corn dogs or hot dogs? 

  hot dogs

17. Your favorite restaurant? 
 depends on my mood -- but I do LOVE buffets

18. What did you have for lunch today? 
 leftover casserole

19. When did you last fall down?
about 3 weeks ago during our first of the season snow storm 

20. Have you ever wished someone were dead? 
no

21. Love or money? 
 both?  love is nice but ya do need money 

22. Credit cards or cash?
 credit cards - I love to collect the points

23. Has there ever been anyone in your family you wish wasn’t?
honestly no - but I have avoided some family members

24. Oreos or vanilla wafers?
neither

 

25. How do you like your steak cooked? 
medium rare 
 

 26. How do you like your eggs cooked?
don't eat eggs - I'm allergic to them 

27. Have you ever knocked someone off their feet in a fight?
no but I have shut someone up in a battle of words 
 

28. Would you rather go camping or to a five-star hotel? 
hotel - but it doesn't have to be 5 star -- I do like being pampered  

29. Would you rather have a root canal or minor surgery?
neither had both and yeah - neither! 
 

30. Would you shave your entire body (including your head) for money?
 no I have a really ugly skull

31. Would you rather have lice or an STD? 
ewwwwww who came up with these questions?!  lice I guess
 

32. What’s your favorite hard candy? 
peppermints 
 

33. Ever been to a strip club?
yes
 

34. Ever been to a bar? 
 yes 

35. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club? 
 no

36. Ever been so drunk you had to be carried out of somewhere?
no
 

37. Kissed someone of the same sex?
yes
 

38. Had sex in the car? 

yes

39. Had sex at the beach?
yes
 

40. Had sex in a movie theater?
 no

41. Had sex in a bathroom?
 yes

42. Have you ever been in an “adult” store?
yes and got a couple of funny stories about it too
 

43. Is there anyone on your friends list you would ever consider having sex with? 

 only Sir Steve
 

44. Have you been caught having sex?
 no

45. Have you ever kissed a stranger? 
 no 

46. Does anyone have naughty pictures of you?
yesssss - a less than intelligent choice on my part