We made it cross country! I ended up driving the entire way. Yuck. I guess there is only one way to learn how to pull a camper. That is to do it! 2000 miles, 3 major cities and one blown engine! It is good to be back in the south.
Some how it still doesn't seem real. There is still so much uncertainty. Pray. There is another glitch with the job. House hunting will begin very soon.
I need to go. Privacy is nonexistant right now. We are staying with Dragon's sister. I don't think she likes me very much. If I don't respond to every response, please forgive me. I'm trying.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Eating Disorders
Non DD and not kinky. Sorry
I saw this artical today and found it interesting. ED strikes older women too. Finally! The medical profession is seeing what I already knew.
http://theweek.com/article/index/229721/the-surprising-prevalence-of-eating-disorders-among-older-women
There is a lady in my small town that had gastric by pass surgery. She is VERY thin. Skeletal and feels like a million bucks. Trust me, I know the feeling. Every pound lost makes you feel better. And it is always just one more pound. Just one more and I will be the perfect weight. I know this but I worry about her. She is too thin, doesn't feel good and seems to be leaving her family behind in the process. The hardest part is that her children are paying the highest price. She went from morbid obesity to the other end of abnormal.
My message? Ladies, you are beautiful in the skin you are in. Beautiful comes in all shapes and sizes. It isn't limited to skeletal models or bean poles. And don't let a few pounds change who you are. It is better to be fat and happy than thin and mean. Live life to the fullest no matter what size you are.
My weight yo-yos. Up and down. I need to get this lesson. I need to learn it too.
I saw this artical today and found it interesting. ED strikes older women too. Finally! The medical profession is seeing what I already knew.
http://theweek.com/article/index/229721/the-surprising-prevalence-of-eating-disorders-among-older-women
There is a lady in my small town that had gastric by pass surgery. She is VERY thin. Skeletal and feels like a million bucks. Trust me, I know the feeling. Every pound lost makes you feel better. And it is always just one more pound. Just one more and I will be the perfect weight. I know this but I worry about her. She is too thin, doesn't feel good and seems to be leaving her family behind in the process. The hardest part is that her children are paying the highest price. She went from morbid obesity to the other end of abnormal.
My message? Ladies, you are beautiful in the skin you are in. Beautiful comes in all shapes and sizes. It isn't limited to skeletal models or bean poles. And don't let a few pounds change who you are. It is better to be fat and happy than thin and mean. Live life to the fullest no matter what size you are.
My weight yo-yos. Up and down. I need to get this lesson. I need to learn it too.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Memory Swats???
Why? I have been good. I thought I was being good. Yes?
It was at the end of a long day. Packing, sorting and trips to the dump. Home repairs and separating kid fights. Doggy diarrhea and kitten drama. I didn't exactly keep a smile on my face. Yes, I did yell at a few of the kids and threatened to put a diaper on the dane.
The kids were finally in bed. The doors locked and the animals fed. We had planed a fun, play spanking a few days before but it never happened. I thought that is what this was going to be.
Nope....
Not a chance....
After many mild to middlin swats (yes, middlin is a word. Ask any southerner) he said those awful words. "Memory Swats" and gave me a number. He counted them off one at a time. In the same spot over and over. With just enough time between swats to make it sting to full effect.
My eyes leaked the tears that had threatened to fall all day. Not the full out cry I really need. Enough to dampen my eye lashes.
I did feel better after it was over. Dragon said that needed to remember what they felt like. After all, they are called memory swats. We won't have much privacy for the next month. I guess he is trying to get a few good swings in before the movers pack away all the paddles.
ps, I will have all the kinky stuff pre-packed and secured in a double taped box. I seem to always forget something. Good thing kink is going main stream but I still don't want a bunch of strangers seeing or handling my toys. Yikes!
It was at the end of a long day. Packing, sorting and trips to the dump. Home repairs and separating kid fights. Doggy diarrhea and kitten drama. I didn't exactly keep a smile on my face. Yes, I did yell at a few of the kids and threatened to put a diaper on the dane.
The kids were finally in bed. The doors locked and the animals fed. We had planed a fun, play spanking a few days before but it never happened. I thought that is what this was going to be.
Nope....
Not a chance....
After many mild to middlin swats (yes, middlin is a word. Ask any southerner) he said those awful words. "Memory Swats" and gave me a number. He counted them off one at a time. In the same spot over and over. With just enough time between swats to make it sting to full effect.
My eyes leaked the tears that had threatened to fall all day. Not the full out cry I really need. Enough to dampen my eye lashes.
I did feel better after it was over. Dragon said that needed to remember what they felt like. After all, they are called memory swats. We won't have much privacy for the next month. I guess he is trying to get a few good swings in before the movers pack away all the paddles.
ps, I will have all the kinky stuff pre-packed and secured in a double taped box. I seem to always forget something. Good thing kink is going main stream but I still don't want a bunch of strangers seeing or handling my toys. Yikes!
Monday, June 18, 2012
Driving
We have been working on our driving plan to go south. Who drives which truck, when and how far.
OH S#@$ It looks like I am going to drive pulling our camper most of the way. I have only pulled it short distances and only on our little back roads. Guess this means I'll have to learn on the road. Three major cities are on our path cross country. Not too bad I guess. I am happy I am not trying to do this in our old SUV. That would be miserable. And I don't have to drive my daughters standard.
Lots of mountains and steep drop offs, cross winds and winding roads. Oh joy. The good part is that we won't be packed in. My husband and oldest daughter in her truck. Me and the other 3 kids in mine.
Sigh.....
The motorcycle will be on the trailer. Poor thing. The battery charged and a full tank of gas. Ready to ride but strapped down. I'll have to take her for a ride when we get to our new home.
I have been looking at rent prices. All I can say is OH CRAP! $$$$$ everything is so high. I can't even afford a card board box in an ally! We are moving to an area that is booming. An area that the recession barley touched.
I have faith though. Something will come up one way or another. I don't want something fancy. 4 walls and a roof sounds good to me.
So much to do and so little time to do it all in.
OH S#@$ It looks like I am going to drive pulling our camper most of the way. I have only pulled it short distances and only on our little back roads. Guess this means I'll have to learn on the road. Three major cities are on our path cross country. Not too bad I guess. I am happy I am not trying to do this in our old SUV. That would be miserable. And I don't have to drive my daughters standard.
Lots of mountains and steep drop offs, cross winds and winding roads. Oh joy. The good part is that we won't be packed in. My husband and oldest daughter in her truck. Me and the other 3 kids in mine.
Sigh.....
The motorcycle will be on the trailer. Poor thing. The battery charged and a full tank of gas. Ready to ride but strapped down. I'll have to take her for a ride when we get to our new home.
I have been looking at rent prices. All I can say is OH CRAP! $$$$$ everything is so high. I can't even afford a card board box in an ally! We are moving to an area that is booming. An area that the recession barley touched.
I have faith though. Something will come up one way or another. I don't want something fancy. 4 walls and a roof sounds good to me.
So much to do and so little time to do it all in.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Fathers Day
To those of you who are fathers, Happy Fathers Day!
Here at my house, it is just another day. Packing, cleaning and repairing. We don't celebrate Valentines day and this was our first year of ignoring mothers day too. I have to tell you, it is a relief! Just another day in Dragon's house. No fake cheer or false celebrating.
Breakfast and dinner as usual. Life goes on.
Relief!
Here at my house, it is just another day. Packing, cleaning and repairing. We don't celebrate Valentines day and this was our first year of ignoring mothers day too. I have to tell you, it is a relief! Just another day in Dragon's house. No fake cheer or false celebrating.
Breakfast and dinner as usual. Life goes on.
Relief!
Friday, June 15, 2012
Laughter
Laughter is the best medicine of all. It cures nervousness, chases away sadness and demolishes a bad mood. When times get tuff, we get silly. Here is a silly little song me and my oldest daughter came up with in a moment of pure goofyness.
No offence intended please. We are both blessed in the boobage department! A little too blessed maybe? My girls are racing to my knees and Amber had just noticed a little sag on her youthful chest.
What did we do about our sad situation?
Yep.... We sang a song!
Do your boobs hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder
like a Continental soldier!
Do your boobs hang low?
See? I told you it was a silly song.
Yes, you are allowed to feel sorry for my husband and son in a house full of girls.
Poor things. They were totally scandalized.
Packing is coming along. One room at a time. We worked in the garage today and I helped the girls some in their room. The bathroom needs to be painted and the porch rails need a coat of paint. Those two jobs will be a team effort. We figured out why the tail lights don't work when we hook it up to my daughters truck. A broken wire! That is fixed. Now we can travel at night if we need to. The small kennel is fixed. The top rotted and needed to be replaced. So I made a new top for it. No jumping out of it now!
I need to make a list of things to do. Things like calling the doctor to get a copy of our medical records. Don't want to do that but we need to. My first appointment when we get settled into our new home is the allergist. Gotta keep the asthma and allergies under control!
Have you watched the movie Tangled? The star runs away from her tower and is torn by her decision. One moment she is trilled and the next crying bitter tears. That is me right now. I want to stay but I want to be in the south too. I miss being close to family. I miss the beach.
This move is bitter sweet for sure.
Pass a tissue please? I need it.
No offence intended please. We are both blessed in the boobage department! A little too blessed maybe? My girls are racing to my knees and Amber had just noticed a little sag on her youthful chest.
What did we do about our sad situation?
Yep.... We sang a song!
Do your boobs hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder
like a Continental soldier!
Do your boobs hang low?
See? I told you it was a silly song.
Yes, you are allowed to feel sorry for my husband and son in a house full of girls.
Poor things. They were totally scandalized.
Packing is coming along. One room at a time. We worked in the garage today and I helped the girls some in their room. The bathroom needs to be painted and the porch rails need a coat of paint. Those two jobs will be a team effort. We figured out why the tail lights don't work when we hook it up to my daughters truck. A broken wire! That is fixed. Now we can travel at night if we need to. The small kennel is fixed. The top rotted and needed to be replaced. So I made a new top for it. No jumping out of it now!
I need to make a list of things to do. Things like calling the doctor to get a copy of our medical records. Don't want to do that but we need to. My first appointment when we get settled into our new home is the allergist. Gotta keep the asthma and allergies under control!
Have you watched the movie Tangled? The star runs away from her tower and is torn by her decision. One moment she is trilled and the next crying bitter tears. That is me right now. I want to stay but I want to be in the south too. I miss being close to family. I miss the beach.
This move is bitter sweet for sure.
Pass a tissue please? I need it.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Hanging on
I am hanging on so tight my fingernails are bleeding. A headache put me out of commission yesterday. STRESS! And now a migraine is making its presence known.
GIVE ME A BREAK! I have to get this house ready to pack out. The camper has to be packed. I have to figure out how to pack my bernina in the camper and get the Happy boxed up. (huge professional embroidery machine) I helped my son sort his toys this morning and moved fabric around my sewing room. Sorting, flinging, packing and stacking.
I am not sure how happy the kids are about spending a few weeks with their grandmother. She should be better behaved this time. New boy toy. I like this one. Lets hope he isn't an ex-con or child molester like the last two.
Leaving is bitter sweet. I am happy to be moving closer to family but I am leaving behind some very good friends.
Pray for a smooth move and for our house to sell fast. We are taking a pay cut and can't afford two houses!
Spanking? NOT. I so need a sore bottom side. Right now I think it would take a flogging and the paddle to even make a dent.
GIVE ME A BREAK! I have to get this house ready to pack out. The camper has to be packed. I have to figure out how to pack my bernina in the camper and get the Happy boxed up. (huge professional embroidery machine) I helped my son sort his toys this morning and moved fabric around my sewing room. Sorting, flinging, packing and stacking.
I am not sure how happy the kids are about spending a few weeks with their grandmother. She should be better behaved this time. New boy toy. I like this one. Lets hope he isn't an ex-con or child molester like the last two.
Leaving is bitter sweet. I am happy to be moving closer to family but I am leaving behind some very good friends.
Pray for a smooth move and for our house to sell fast. We are taking a pay cut and can't afford two houses!
Spanking? NOT. I so need a sore bottom side. Right now I think it would take a flogging and the paddle to even make a dent.
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