Clean up

I am sure I told you all about the leaks/floods in our basement.

Last week the plumbers tore up the basement floor.... replaced all the pipes.... and then this week they spent a day cementing the basement floor again.  

While that was going on I was trying to keep the house clean -- it seemed the dust magically reappeared the minute my back was turned (DUH -- cement dust but it took a day or so before that reality set in)  Add to that the dog is shedding......every minute of every day -- despite our brushing her and bathing her......... 
So it seems all I have been doing for the past few days is cleaning....... and stressing a bit cause this weekend is Thanksgiving here in the Great White North -- and eldest daughter and son in law are coming for dinner.

Today I figured -- seeing as all the dirty work was finished in the basement -- I would sweep up the dog hair and cement dust and then wash all the floors.  In the middle of that I heard water dripping -- and flew down the stairs to check the basement.  The new pipes weren't leaking -- but there was a small leak in the outside corner of the foundation......... I traced the leak to the sump pump and discovered it was full !!  AND because the first plumbers who installed it -- didn't do it right and it didn't meet the codes .... it has been disassembled.  JOY oh JOY !  

Now I am waiting to hear back from the landlord (who I think must be just about ready to jump off a bridge -- and I don't blame him)

Life is good when there's always a challenge -- isn't it??!!

A special moment

There's a moment in time when we crawl into bed...... snuggling against each other ... whispering in each other's ear........ 

And my hand slides down and grasps hold of him..... and I stroke it (almost absentmindedly) and it stirs - like it is alive -- and grows bigger and harder in my hand.... It always -- each and every time -- amazes me ...... It is a very sexy minute ... makes my heart soar... and my knees weak... 

Life is good when early morning coffee is accompanied with a "moment in time".

My Place.........

Actually the title should read 'being reminded of my place'............. 

Saturday after both Sir Steve and I had rested up from entertaining excited 6 year olds.. He told me to go find 4 toys from the toy bag.......... UGH I hate when he does that !!!  

Stress Stress Stress !! 

Why stress you ask?? because 1) then it feels like it's all about ME and what I want... and 2) what if I don't select toys he likes??!!  I was so tempted to pull out feather boas and wet noodles -- BUT -- I am a masochist so that would defeat the purpose right?? AND he's a Sadist so god only knows how he would have reacted.......... 

So I picked 4 toys that are fun......... 

laid them out on the bed as requested -- and then got to sit and stare at them (the bed faces the living room where I was sitting watching football with Sir Steve) until he was ready to use them.   

On Friday Windy wrote a piece HERE about 'best lines'........ we haven't really had any situations where my mouth runs away with me........  

until Saturday night...... 

Sir Steve has a sort of ritual -- before he starts spanking -- he puts on soft leather gloves.  While he was putting them on -- I turned my head... watching him.... and asked "Why do you put on the gloves?"  He gave me THAT look -- the one that screams this is NOT the time or place...... so I glibly said "ohhhhhh ok you can tell me later" ...... He answered "how nice of YOU to give me permission to answer later !" 

Well that gave me the giggles......... ooooooops..... both my statement and my giggles didn't go over well....... I tried to remind him it had been so long....... that I had started to think *I* was the boss....... 
I thought he was gonna swallow his back teeth !!  I was just digging the hole deeper ya know?

All the toys -- including his gloved hands -- were well used -- and my ass was glowing and hot and just a tad 'ouchie' when he finished 45 minutes (or so) later..... My world was full of pretty colours and dancing fairies.... 

Life is good when you are reminded of your place -- when he claims you again -- and your ass tingles for a couple of days !

Arty Farty

(picture edited to remove name - and protect the innocent)

The party on Saturday was declared a huge success by the lil one and Sir Steve... 

I made the cake on Friday (see pic above) -- and though it didn't look exactly like the picture I found I have to admit it turned out pretty well.

When the lil one got up on Saturday morning she was so excited she was vibrating !!  She declared she couldn't wait to see what games I had come up with -- cause my games were always so much fun.

The party was planned like a well run military exercise........ 

12:00 kids arrive and put on their Arty Farty painter's tams and decorate the craft paper table cloth while lunch cooked

12:30 hot dog lunch served

1:00  the painting activity -- which involved canvas and paint and Glad wrap covering it all -- so no mess painting

1:30  colouring scavanger hunt

1:45  creating mystery creatures 

2:00 open gifts

2:15 cake

2:30 loot bags and GOODBYES 

By 2:45 Sir Steve was taking the lil one to her mother's and I had stretched out on the sofa exhausted............ I swear I am getting too old for kid's parties (grinning)
 
Life is good when you create memories to cherish. 

Sunday Sentiments