ex boyfriend up date

She is doing great.  The drastic mood swings of the last 2 months are slowing down.  Fewer tears and more smiles.  She is coming out of her room without being forced to.  Playing video games with her little brother and watching movies with her sisters.

It is like I have my daughter back again.  She now calls her relationship with this guy poison and admits that it will take time to get all the bad stuff out.  It is a huge relief for us.  To finally see her happy again has me on top of the world.

What does she want?  She wants a strong man.  One that doesn't cry real tears over every little heart break in life.  She wants a man that has some ambition in life.  Being a short order cook in a touristy restaurant won't cut it for her.  She wants a man who will hold her accountable and spank her backside when she needs it.

What does she want?  She wants a man just like her father.  What is the problem with that?  He is taken and I have never met another man like him. I am sure she will find what she is looking for eventually.  When she gives up and decides to stay single she will find the man who will chase her until she has to say yes.

Withdrawing Consent?

I had never thought of safe words as withdrawing consent but Sara's blog post made me think.  Is it really?  If you get right down to it, calling red is withdrawing consent.  Even if it is only for a moment.  Enough time for me to change positions or change implements.  But in that moment I have withdrawn my consent for him to continue.

I can call red at any time.

Always

I can even completely red out of a punishment.

What usually happens?  I have some time to think.  Get a little distance from him and the situation.  Then I go back to him, we talk and I get spanked.

I'll have to think about this for a while.  I need those safe words.  I do.  But the idea that it is withdrawing consent has me rattled.  It will take a little time to work this out in my head again.

The EX boy friend?

A mom can only hope.  My daughter has told me that the long standing relationship with the internet boyfriend is over!  He is much older than she is, lives at home with his mommy and only recently got a job.  Did I mention that he also has a police record?

What mother in her right mind would approve of this kind of relationship?  I sure didn't.  When she was 17 I tried to keep her away from him.  That didn't work.  I tried being silent about all things concerning this looser.  That didn't work either.  She was constantly talking about him.  Last month she used up 3000 cell phone minutes talking to this guy.  (anyone want to see my cell bill for the month?)

This man has flaunted our house rules and has encouraged her defiance at every turn.  Because of him, she has not finished high school and may get kicked out of the house before she does.  She gets her share of the blame but he gets most of it.  Since she has been with this looser, she has been so different.

Pray pray pray! ! ! !

She is going to make the phone call today.  All of his stuff is either boxed up or thrown away.  As we speak she is deleting all photos of him off of her computer and face book account.

Her doing.  Not mine.  He said some really hateful things to her during their last fight.  She just can't get past it.  Knowing what was said, I can't blame her.

A mommy can hope.

Spam Blocker

Do you know what the best part of blogger is?

Yep.  It is the spam blocker.

Since I have put my blog on moderate all, all the spam has been going into one nice neat little folder.  If you put a nonsense post on my blog that is totally off topic with the words "visit my..." in the text, my spam blocker will get rid of it for me.

So convenient!

Spammers, quit trying.  I scan the posts in that folder for those two telling words and hit the delete button.

Thanks but no thanks.  I really don't want to visit your web page.

My Obsession Pays off!

I love sewing machines.  Old machines sit in thrift stores collecting dust.  Dusty and broken.  Neglected machines no one wants.

I want them!  I love them!  Dragon buys them and fixes them up for me.  I lovingly display them all over my house.  I am a hopeless pack rat when it comes to these old machines.

Long story short.  I have a huge project going and a looming deadline.  My primary machine, a 10 year old Bernina starts sewing funny and making a strange sound.  The stitches are uneven and messy.  My progress on the project comes to a grinding halt.

Yesterday I started testing the old machines to see which one works the best.  I think I have found my new primary machine.  It is an old badged machine probably sold out of the Sears and Robuck catalog in the late 1950s or early 1960s.

When Dragon came home late last night he worked on the machines while I cooked supper.  I new have 3 machines lined up for use and even a 4th one in line if something happens to the first three.  I am happy.

Now I just have to re organize my work space.    I need room for two machines to be set up.  One threaded with red thread and and another with black.  That way I won't have to keep re-threading the machines when I need to change thread color.

Time to get busy.  I have 4 brides maid dresses to make and a week to make them in.  I'll get it done!

Corset time

My efforts to train back into my corset are paying off.  Today, I set my timer for 30 minutes and laced myself up.  When the timer went off, I was busy.  I turned it off and continued working in my sewing room.  Cutting and snipping away at the fabric.  I am making the first of 4 bodices for the brides maid dresses.

The bride was supposed to purchase linen.  She purchased a crap load of poplin.  Hmmm.  Ok... I can work with that.  It isn't as nice of a fabric but it is half the price.  Then My stabilizer wasn't wide enough.  Ok, so I use the white flannel instead.  Not a big deal.  Snip and cut.  Working away.

Next thing I know the kids are asking for lunch.  What?  It isn't lunch time yet!  Yes it is.  I lost track of time working in a corset!  How in the world did I do that?  It wasn't laced down very tight at all but still....  Over 2 hours and I was working comfortably.

I finally had to put my scissors down and take a break.     The callus where my scissors rub my knuckle was not happy with me.  I need to find a band-aid before I do any more.

Ps.  I whined for 30 minutes this morning when Dragon told me to get some corset time in today.  I made us excuse after excuse.  I am glad I did it.  I love how the corset feels and I love how I feel in it!

A Sleepy Scene interupeted

It was the end of an exhausting weekend.  We had fun and crossed several projects off the TODO list.  We both needed a scene to wind down.

Because we planned on being a little noisy, we set it up in the garage.  Sleeping bags layered on the floor, paddles and floggers lined on on the table saw.  After a good flogging and some time spent on my knees, Dragon prepared to spank me.

Then it started.

Yip, yip, yip, HOWL.

Our local coyote had a litter of puppies and they were hanging out in our yard for the evening.  Knowing that they were right outside the window of the garage was very unnerving!  Fingernails on the chalk board kind of thing.

Instead of ending our session with a little love making, I got redressed and we returned to the bedroom.

Here is the question of the day.  Why did the dog pick that moment to go potty?  He whimpered and whined enough to let us know he REALLY had to go.  And RIGHT NOW!  It wouldn't wait!  Dragon slipped on his shoes, picked up my little Colt Mustang and walked the dog for me.

New rule.  Only Dragon walks the dogs after dark and he will walk them armed until these little coyote pups move on.

It was disturbing way to end a very nice weekend.  :/