Ah... The Weekend At Last

Well the weekend is here yet again. Sometimes I wonder who ever decided that in order to get two days off you had to work 5? Don't you think it'd be better to work 4 and get 3? I do. Unforunatley my job doesn't offer a schedule where you can work four 10 hour days though. But that's okay. :-)

My job was a bit hectic today. You see, at my job we have a half day schedule. That is where you work a little longer each day so that every other Friday you can get out of work at noon. Fair deal to me.

Well today was not my half day. It was two of my coworkers though. And then my quality control/trainer left at noon as well. So it was just myself and my supervisor. Well my supervisor already was not happy about having to stay a full day because it was supposed to be his half day. But both of his trainers were out of the office, so he didn't really have a choice. Plus he had a lot on his plate.

So I did my job, and my other two coworkers jobs as well. Thankfully normally Fridays are pretty slow.. but still it made for a slightly hectic day.

Master got out of work at 3pm but He wasn't feeling the best so He asked if I could take the bus home. I said sure. But the more I thought about it the more I didn't want to take the bus. So I called B and he said he could take me home. Rock on.

When I got home Master and I relaxed a little bit, and although we were both sore and tired we kept our usual Friday dinner date, which was nice.

Oh, and so no one freaks out. I left FetLife and requested that my profile be deleted from their website. It was nothing but repetivie questions and a lot of snark. Not my idea of a good time. Honestly for the past four months I've only logged on in order to see if anyone had messaged me and then I would log out. So I talked to Master, who had left the site a while ago, and He said I could delete me account.

So I sent them an e-mail like I'm supposed to. I included my reason for wanting to leave in the body of the e-mail. I got a reply back telling me that they had been successful in deleting my account. Then they asked me if I could "take a few minutes" to explain to them why I left.

Here is the e-mail I sent back:

Wow. Maybe this was an automated response, with an attempt at humor, but seriously?! I told you in my first e-mail why I wanted to leave. So let me copy and paste that for you:

"I would like it removed because your site is boring and it no longer holds
any interest to me. It is either repetitive questions or snarking. Joy."

Now lets add to that list the fact that you apparently do not read the e-mails you receive in detail.

Yeah. That kind of stuff just doesn't rub me the right way. I didn't see the sense in keeping that account. Hell Master logged into it more than I did and He left the site quite some time ago!

Bleh.

So one less username and password I have to have stored.

This weekend Master wants to do pictures outside. That should be interesting.

My dad is coming up on Sunday. And we may be going to L and M's house for dinner. Although I called L today and he didn't even know M had invited us and was not to happy with her at the moment anyway. Apparently they had just gotten into a fight. So that may not be happening. When those two fight, it's usually for a few days.

Odd Day

Master and I both went to our jobs today. Master's was a rather long day at work however. He didn't get out of work until almost 7:30pm. I had to get a ride home from B. But since we need to go grocery shopping, we didn't really have anything for dinner at home. So I had to ask B to take me where Master was, on a job site.

Thankfully we found it without much of a problem. I got some money from Master (as I didn't have any on me) and got a kiss before B took me to buy some food and then dropped me off at home.

That was kind of weird, seeing Master on a job site. I've never visited Him at one before. If I've ever seen Him at work, it's been at the shop. But I was glad that I got to see Him.

Once I was home I put the stuff away, took care of the dog, and then tried to relax and waited for Master to come home.

I got an e-mail from M (the wife of our buddy who I had a talk with) and she invited us over for dinner this weekend. Master thought they would try and avoid us for a while. Apparently not. I told her I'd get back to her on it. I don't know if I want to see her just yet. But it's not my decision to make. Master is slightly curious to see what she wants and/or how she will act.

On top of that... around 9pm tonight while Master and I were watching a movie, His mother called.

You know.. the mother with the boyfriend that Master works with. The mother with the boyfriend she doesn't trust. Yeah. Guess what? They're engaged.

Talk about a surreal moment in history. Apparently they already know that they are getting married next spring. (How convenient. That's about the time that the boyfriend's divorce will be final.) And they are going to get married on a cruise and then have a reception when they get back. They said we can be there for the ceremony if we want to pay for our own tickets and all that. Um no fucking thank you. I'm not dropping that kind of cash to see her get married for the 4th time in her life. I'll go to the reception. I'll have to.

Gods I hope they don't pick March. That's when we got married.

Trying To Unwind

Well you remember my last post yes? Thank you all who had commented.

This morning I got up when my alarm went off. Master was still in bed, which is highly unusual. Normally He's up at least a good 20 minutes before I am. But I leave Him there and go to get ready for work. I then come back into the bedroom when I notice He's still not awake and ask if He's going to work. He said no, that He had already called in.

I didn't ask for a reason because I was running late, and I knew He wasn't sick. I figured He had taken the day off to do job hunting. It turns out I was right.

He called me a little after 8:30am and tells me He dropped off the application at the place our neighbor had told Him about and that He was on His way to apply at another job as well.

His post today explains why. He has decided to keep His current job until He gets another one. I understand why. We don't want to slip back into the financial hell we were in a year ago. That's for damn sure. And He doesn't want me killing myself by working as much overtime as I can, and finding a 2nd job.

I'm hoping He finds a new job soon. Preferably one on a bus route because my job is moving at the end of November and while we are trying to save up for another car.. I don't want to buy something that is going to die on us in three months ya know? But whatever He can find.. we'll figure something out.

This morning when He first called me He said I sounded off. In fact He first commented on it when I said, "Hello hun," and He replied with, "Hello beautiful," and I didn't even have a smile in my voice like I normally do when He says something like that.

I told Him I was stressing because of His whole job situation and He said He is trying to get it under control the best He can. I know He is.

Sometimes I wish I could just close my eyes, and when I open them again His job situation is settled and He's found something He somewhat enjoys, pays well, and it's a place that is stable.

It's a lot to ask, I know. There are no guarentees. But I know we'll find Him something that is better than what He has now.

Until then, we take it day by day. As always. Sometimes, it's the only thing you can do.

Thankfully we aren't so stressed out that we can't eventually relax and enjoy our evenings together. :-)

If Only..

If only we could figure out what would be best.. for Master to keep His current job while attempting to find a new one, or quit His current job while searching for new employment.

Ya see, the bad thing is that with the way His job is.. there is no way to schedule interviews. He literally has no schedule. From day to day He doesn't know what time He is getting off work which leaves me guessing as to how I'm getting home. (Is He picking me up, am I taking the bus, am I asking B for a ride home...) I don't mind that part as much since I learned which bus to take to get me home. That has made life a lot easier in that respect.

But since He has no schedule He normally has to ask for a day off, when He does need to go in for an interview, and nine times out of ten they will tell Him no. Everyone else seems to be able to schedule a day off... His mother's boyfriend, who is also His coworker schedules whole weekends off. Hell he's schedule two weeks off at one point. The other guys there can just schedule a day off as they please... but not Master for whatever reason. Whenever He asks they tell Him it's not a good time and then He ends up sitting at His job with His thumb up His ass.

So we sit here wondering how we're going to get Him out of that damn hell hole. Cause if you call in to many times, eventually they'll just fire you. And on the one hand, that may work to our benefit for unemployment.. but when you're looking at a new job prospect and they call your last employer and find out you were fired for "attendance" (regardless if you explain why first) it never looks good.

We've tossed around the idea of Him quitting, and us figuring it out from there. But we're also hesitant to do that because we don't want to end up behind on bills again.

I told Master I could find a part time job for the evenings, that wouldn't interfer with my full time job, but He doesn't want me working myself to death either. Ya see, I love my full time job. Sometimes I don't wanna go in.. because I want to stay home and be lazy. But I really do enjoy my job. It is damn near stress free and the work is something I'm good at. So if I did take on a 2nd job, even at part time, I would never allow it to interfere with my current full time job. I can't risk losing it. So whatever 2nd job I did find would have to understand that. And I would only work the 2nd job until Master found something.

But in this economy there is really no telling how long that would take.

So needless to say we are stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Keep His current, shitty job, and have to turn down interviews because He can't get out of work.... or quit His current shitty job and take our chances financially.

I know my paychecks will cover rent and bills... but it's the day to day shit we'd be scrimping by on. Neither of us really want to go back to that.

*sigh*

Also His current job doesn't have very good stability. There is this feeling He is getting that is very similar to what I was getting at my last job.... rats leaving a sinking ship. Yeah. That feeling. That is one of the worst feelings in the world when it's you and your job. You don't know what to do.

When I got that feeling at my last job Master pushed me to find another one. Thankfully, I had a set schedule so scheduling interviews was a bit easier. Plus I had personal time to use. See Master doesn't have a set schedule or any personal/vacation time. So it's basically impossible to tell a prospective employer when He'd be able to make the interview. And corporations don't like to wait until the last minute. They normally figure, "Well if you can't tell us when, or come in when we want you to, you must not want this job that badly." Which is understandable business wise, but it sucks for us right now.

Bleh.

That's what Master and I have been going round and round on in conversation. Should He stay? Should He go? Basically we're chasing our tails and not knowing which direction is the right one.

All Over The Place

Today I had scheduled the day off of work for two reasons. First reason was that B, who normally gives me a ride to work, wasn't able to because he was out of town for a wedding. Second, today was the day Master was supposed to be leaving for a job contract up north. But then they changed their minds and said that Master wasn't going, that He would stay behind incase anything happened at the shop. Also, they moved the week that the group who were going up north to next week. Oh well.

I got up when Master did because I needed the car for the day. I drove Him to work, came home for about 20 minutes and then headed down about a half hour's drive to meet my mom and her husband. Their car won't make it up here and they wanted to see our dog and rabbits for a little while and also hit a store up here. Cool. So I drive down there, they get into my car, and we drive back up here. We stopped at my apartment first and Ghost was such a good dog. I was honestly surprised by how well he behaved.

We then went to a store up here, where I needed to return something. Well I didn't have the receipt and I didn't really remember how long ago I had purchased it. So the cashier told me that he needed to get their store manager. No biggie. So I waited about 15 minutes for her to get her fat ass up to the front of the store, she then moved me down to a different counter and I explained the whole thing again. She said, "How long ago did you buy this?"

I said, "I don't honestly remember. Maybe two to three months ago?" I was very polite. I even apologized for not having the receipt. She didn't say another fucking word to me and grabbed the box I had brought in, and walked away from me. I waited another 15 minutes and finally she came back with some sheet of paper and the box. She plopped the box down in front of me, shoved it towards me, and held up that stupid piece of paper rather smugly and said, "We havn't sold this item in about 10 weeks. Once 60 days have passed we don't take the item back."

I said, "I don't mind that. That's my fault. But you have been very rude to me."

She shrugged at me. She didn't say she was sorry or ask why I felt that way. She just fucking shrugged. So I said, "What's your name?" (She had a name tag on but I couldn't see it because her hair was in front of it.) She said, "I don't have to tell you my name."

I've worked in the customer service field for quite some time. Most of my working life actually. You do have to tell a customer your first name if they ask. So I said, "Excuse me? I just asked for your name." She again said she didn't have to tell me. So I said, "Fine. I just won't shop here anymore." She didn't say a word, and walked away from me. As I was storming out of the store the cashier stopped me very politely and said, "Her name is Ericka."

I smiled, said thank you and told the cashier that he had been very helpful.

I didn't let it ruin my day though. My mom, her husband, and I then headed back down to where we had originally met and had lunch. After that they went home and I went back home.

Once I got home I went on the store's website, got their customer service number and filed a complaint against the manager. They assured me that they would be forwarding my comments to the store's district manager. I told them everything. I hope the bitch gets fired. I would have been, at any of my past jobs, if I had talked to a customer like that.

I felt better though and the customer service lady was very nice and apologized at least three times and actually said, "The way she treated you was absurd."

So for the rest of the afternoon I sort of relaxed until Master called me at 3:15pm and said He should be getting out soon and told me to start heading toward His job. I did as I was told. He was waiting outside by the time I got there. We ate dinner and are now relaxing. Master isn't in the best of moods. His job keeps promising a raise, or a promotion, (He busts His ass at that job) but He knows its not going to happen because He sees what's going on with that company. It's going down the toliet. So His job is pissing Him off.

Tomorrow it's back to work for me. Hopefully it'll be a quick week.

My Head Hates Me

Last night Master had me put on my school girl outfit for Him. We relaxed for a little while and just talked. Eventually we retired to the bedroom and Master was apparently done talking. He immediatley started to molest me, not that I was complaining.

He was again quite rough with me, as He had been earlier that day. It was delicious and ended with me riding His cock. After He had filled me, we shared a cigarette (is there anything more sensual after hot sex?) and then curled up and fell asleep.

This morning I was woken up by Master sitting down on the bed and asking me if I wanted anything from McDonald's for breakfast. Aw! Sweet!

I told Him what I would like and He said He'd be right back. I got up as He went into the living room, and He said, "Babe you could have stayed there. I would have brought it to you." I said thank you, but that I was awake now. He loves me. :-D

After we ate breakfast we just chilled in the apartment until about noon. At that point we decided we should get off our tails and get some things done. We dropped off the rent check (a week early, the landlord should be happy), hit the ATM, went to Auto Zone and then came home, put everything away and started to it.

I did laundry, cleaned the bathroom, and took out trash while Master cleaned the floors and got cobwebs off the ceiling with a broom. By that point we collapsed and relaxed. Since I cleaned the bathroom I've had one hell of a headache that is kicking my butt.

I don't know if it was the cleaning products or what.. but this headache won't die! Blah!

We had an early dinner and are just sort of here at the moment.

I don't really have a lot to say at the moment except that my head hates me and sex with Master is phenominal.

Well Hello There

This morning when the alarm went off, I tried to turn it off as quickly as possible so it would not wake Master. Thankfully it didn't. I got ready and headed out the door to go to my hometown and meet my dad for lunch. We had just seen him last night, but that was rather last minute and my father and I had these plans for about two weeks now.

I met up with him and we had a good time. My brother joined us as well. We talked and joked around. My dad bummed a cig off of me when we stepped outside for one because he had left his in the car. Not like I mind, he's my dad.

Around 12:30pm we decided we should probably get going. So we hugged and said goodbye. It has been an extremely long time.. I'd say since I was about 18 .. since my dad, my brother, and I have gone out to eat and it was just the three of us. Usually my dad's girlfriend or my Hubby are there. Not that I mind. I love it when Master is with me when we go visit my family. It was just... kind of weird.

They are changing my home town quite a bit. I was born and raised there. Hell I lived there until I was about 22. Yeah, I think I was about 22 when I moved in with Master. That's when I moved up here. My hometown is only about a 45 minute drive away. But it's still weird when I drive through there and go, "When the hell did they put that in?"

I think now I can better appreciate what Master goes through when we go to His hometown. I don't really get homesick though. As far as I don't ever really miss living in my hometown. I know Master will never live there. To far south for His liking. But sometimes when we talk about buying a home... I think I'd like to live in Master's hometown. I think that could be nice. It's in the middle of our family, our friends, and our jobs. It's like this weird central hub.

So yeah.

Anyway.

Master was awake by the time I got home. Apparently He had been awake for a while. He was on the computer.

I put some things away and was still dressed when I started hugging Him to say "Yay! I'm home!" and we started kissing and I was grabbing His crotch... ya know how it goes. He then started biting my lower lip and I must have moaned just right out something, because the next thing I know He had grabbed my hair and was dragging me off to the bedroom. (He was already naked. We're nudists when we're home alone.)

All I could think of was, "Damnit I'm still dressed."

But that wasn't a problem. Master had me lay on my back on the bed and pressed His hand on my chest to tell me to stay as I was. I did.

He then took my shoes and socks off. He proceeded to undo my jeans and slide those off of me as well. He then grabbed my collar and had me sit up so He could take my shirt off.

There is something very raw about Him taking my clothes off of me. Raw as in, "I need you... now." Ya know?

He knelt on the bed and His cock was already rock hard. He had me suck His dick for a little while before putting me on all fours with my ass in the air. He licked me for a little while before forcing Himself inside me. Everything had this very raw Dominance to it. It was incredible.

Trust me, Master doesn't normally lack anything in the Dominance department, especially when it comes to sex. But today, there was this extra spark there that I hadn't seen or felt from Him in quite some time. It was awesome!

Afterward we got dressed once more and headed out to get a few things we needed.

When we got home I took a nap. It was about 85 degrees out and I had been fucked really well. So with the heat zapping my strength and the incredible fuck when I got home, I was one tired kitten.

Master woke me up around 6pm and we watched a movie. It was called "The Limey". It was way to disjointed for me, but Master enjoyed it. It's only a little after 8pm now. It's been a slow Saturday thankfully.

Tomorrow we have to do laundry, clean, and go grocery shopping. Bleh. Hopefully it won't take to long.

Start of the Weekend

Today I got up a little later than usual since B wasn't picking me up for work. I took a little longer to get ready for work and then headed out the door. Master had the day off, so He continued to sleep and I took the car for a change.

It was actually kind of weird driving myself to work. Unfortunatley I had to pay for parking, but hey that's the price of working downtown I suppose.

I went in and did my four hours. I'm really glad that today was my half day because it was really, really slow. As soon as I got out of work I headed home and Master and I relaxed before heading out and grabbing dinner. After dinner we then went down to my dad's house and hung out for a few hours. We actually had a pretty good time.

I know I bitch about my dad, and yeah he does things that I don't agree with.. but I love my dad. I really do. He's a nice guy, and he's fun to hang out with. I just don't agree with some of the things he does. But that's why that is his life, and this is mine.

Master and I got home, watched a movie and exchanged backrubs. I eventually asked permission to go onto the couch because my left hip has been bothering me quite a bit lately. He granted it, and eventually I nodded off. Master woke me up about a half hour ago. Now we're relaxing once more.

Tomorrow I have to make sure to get up when the alarm goes off. I'm going to have lunch with me dad. Sunday we don't have anything going on, and I'm hoping it stays that way. Then on Monday while Master is at work, I'm going to go visit my mom.

I have a three day weekend because I scheduled Monday off. I'm hoping Tuesday doesn't get here for a while.

Thankfully Thursday Is Over

I got up and went to work today. I had found the things that B wanted. In fact it was a lot easier to find than I originally thought. He was happy. I also gave him a set of nipple clamps because we can't use them with my piercings. He said he wasn't sure if his girlfriend was into pain or not (they haven't been together that long) so I said, "Well tell her she can use them on you."

He said, "I don't have big enough nipples."

I laughed and said, "She doesn't have to use them on your nipples."

He got where I was going with that and all he could say was, "Ow!" while covering his crotch. *giggles* For a submissive, I'm pretty sadistic in my thinking when it comes to most people. Seriously. Master will agree with me on this.

Work was okay until the end of the day. Then it was like all of the work flow came to a halt and I was bored out of my skull. As a result, time went by very slowly.

Master has the day off of work tomorrow. I only have to work four hours, so I'll be taking the car. Once I get home I have no idea what we'll be doing. But I don't care that we have no plans, because we'll have the afternoon together! Yay!

I've been thinking latley that I want some really nice pictures of Master and I together. We've never had professional pictures done. I think it would be nice. Maybe once we have some spare cash and I can actually talk Master into being in front of a camera, rather than behind it for once.

I've also been thinking of getting some of the digital pictures we have of us with friends and family printed off at like Walgreens and getting some frames and putting them up in the living room somewhere. I think that would be nice. Also, it would take away some of the bare wall space. Why I'm so focused on pictures lately I have no idea.

This weekend seems pretty relaxed. On Saturday I'm going to visit some of my family. Sunday we don't have any plans yet. And Monday I have off of work and again will be visiting with some family.

I don't really have a lot on my mind tonight. I'm some what worried about parking my car in a lot while I'm at work tomorrow, because I don't want to be parked in or have some asshole scratch it with their car door. But at least it won't be during like a fesitval or anything, so it should be fine. At least I don't have to take the bus home.

That's Mrs. Yote To You

On the way home from the bar on Saturday night Master started called me Mrs. (enter our last name here) and it made me giggle and some what blush.

(Side note: To make life, and typing, easier.. I'm going to be saying Mrs. Yote instead of Mrs. (enter our last name here).)

So He grinned that grin that I love and asked me why I so enjoyed being called Mrs. Yote even to this day. I mean He has a point. We've been married for damn near 2 1/2 years.

So I tried to think of an answer and came up with part of the reason as to why. The reason I told Him in the car was because I never thought marriage was a big deal or that I'd actually want to get married rather than feeling like I had to do it because it was the "next natural step of the relationship".

He said He understood completely.

Ya see before I met Master I was engaged to my ex. Thankfully I called off the wedding about a month before it happened, although unfortunately we stayed together after that for a while. That was dumb of me. But that's not the point of this post.

The reason why I even got engaged to my ex was because I felt it was the next step to take, not because I actually wanted to marry him. Sad isn't it? But I think a lot of people do that really. They get married or engaged because they think that's the next step they should take in their relationship, not because they actually want to be married.

And when I first met Master and we became more than fuck buddies He told me He never wanted to get married again. And I told Him that was fine because marriage wasn't a big deal to me.

Well two years into our relationship I started thinking that while I had never thought of marraige as a big deal or the thing to do... I wanted to marry Him. I wanted to be able to call Him my Husband and to be referred to as His wife. I wanted that.

So I proposed, and I was scared as hell because we had never talked about it since the time He told me He never wanted to get married again. And amazingly He said yes. We were engaged for about 2 years and now we've been married for a little over 2 years. Funny how our relationship is divided that way.

Two years dating. Two years engaged. Two years married. Done.

And I love it. I love being married to Him and hearing Him call me His wife and having the privledge of calling Him my Husband. I love it.

And I think another reason why I get a kick out of being called Mrs. Yote is because there isn't a lot of call for it in my life. I mean I hardly ever hear it. Most people call me by my nickname or by my full first name, and that includes my coworkers. So when I do hear it it makes me get butterflies in my stomach and can't help but smile.

I still remember the first time someone called me Mrs. Yote. We were at our wedding reception and my dad, his girlfriend, and my grandfather had all just arrived. Master and I got up to go greet them and my grandfather rushed to us, shook Master's hand and then gave me a hug and said, "Congratulations Mrs. Yote." And I grinned from ear to ear. He then asked, "Am I the first to call you that?" and I thought for a moment and said, "Oh my Gods yes you are!" and started laughing my fool head off.

Later I found it kind of funny that my grandfather was the first.. because we had literally spent like three hours with everyone who had been at the ceremony and no one had called me Mrs. Yote. But I'm glad he was the first.

I also remember the first time Master referred to me as His wife.

You see the whole "wedding party" (if you can call it that) had taken separate cars to the court house and we decided to go to a bar after. Well we were like the last ones to show up at the bar because we first had to stop at Game Stop and pick up a video game that just so happened to come out that day that Master had been waiting on for like six months. So we get out of the car and the wedding party is in the parking lot and L asks, "What took you so long?" and Master said, "Sorry My wife and I had to hit Game Stop."

*swoon*

We're weird, huh?

But I really don't think I'll ever get tired of it, and I don't think that butterflies feeling will ever go away. And I don't want it to.

Hell I still smile sometimes when I'm signing my name. I am so glad I took His name, rather then the new "trends" like hyphenating or keeping the maiden name. I'm very proud to have His last name.

I Don't Wanna...

I don't wanna is just kind of how I feel about this week. I didn't wanna get up at 4:30am yesterday. I didn't wanna get up at 6:30am today... although that is my normal time for getting up during the week. (I was just tired and didn't want to get out of the nice comfy bed or out of the super comfy lingerie I had slept in.)

And I don't wanna go looking for shit for B. Ya see B is going out of town with his girlfriend this weekend. And about oh.. three years ago he had left a trunk and another storage thing here at our apartment because he didn't have the room for it.

Inside of said trunk and/or storage compartment is bondage stuff. Nothing heavy, just Velcro cuffs and things of that nature.

Well needless to say when he dropped it off about three years ago we told him it wasn't a problem. Then again we didn't think it'd be here that long. So we had moved it around and what not. Well needless to say he wants something out of said trunk, and he wants me to find it and to give it to him by Thursday morning.

Yeah. I don't really wanna go searching through his stuff to find it. Plus that stuff has been moved around so much I don't know if what he wants is even where it used to be anymore. But I'll look. He's a good friend it's just like, "Dude.. it's been here for three years. Seriously you need it now?"

And it's only Tuesday. Boo and such!

Master got out of work early again today. This doesn't bode well in terms of job longevity.

Work for me today was fine. It was busy as hell in the morning, but as soon as I got back from lunch it was slow as hell and time dragged like snails fuck.

I was really happy to get out of work and see my Master. We had pizza for dinner and watched a fucked up movie on Netflix. Now Master is killing things on His Xbox 360 and I'm just relaxing before I go take my bath and see if Master wants me in lingerie again tonight or not.

4:30 AM Comes Way To Damn Early

Seriously. It was still fucking dark out! That ain't right.

Although last night Master and I had some amazing sex, so I slept well. But I didn't really fall asleep until about midnight. Then the alarms went off at 4:30am and I was awake. I reset the alarms for Master and then got dressed for work.

B picked me up shortly there after. He was the reason why I had to get up so early today. He's my ride to work, and he had to be to work by 6am, which mean he had to pick me up around 5:15am. Well he showed up early.

It was still dark out when I walked out of the apartment, but I was more coherant than I thought I would be at that hour. He dropped me off at work and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to clock in until my usual time. Ya see my job doesn't care how much overtime you do, as long as there is enough work. But right now we're somewhat slow.

So I go up to my workstation (read cubicle) and find plenty of work for me to do because a bunch of people had come in over the weekend. Apparently these people do not like having days off.

So I went back downstairs, had one more cigarette, and then clocked in and set to it. The work lasted me through out the day, but I got it all done! Yay me!

Even though I clocked in at 6:15am I of course had to stay until my normal clock out time, which is damn near 5pm. Master started work at 8am and got out around noon. I was glad that He got the extra down time though. His job kicks His ass most days. Although all of these slow periods at His job have me thinking they are going under. We'll have to wait and see.

Master called me when He got out of work and we talked for a little bit, which was nice. I'm glad Master likes calling me through out the day when we're apart. I miss Him a lot, even when we're "only" apart for 8 hours at a time. I still miss Him, and I know He misses me.

He picked me up from work and once we got home I took care of the dog, He took out the trash, I did the dishes, and He cooked dinner. It was a nice normal evening. We then ate dinner and watched a movie. Now we're just relaxing.

Master told me at some point today that He thought I'd be asleep by 9pm because I had to get up so damn early. So I'm staying up just to prove Him wrong, cause it's fun. It's almost 8:40pm right now. I told Him I'd make it until our usual bedtime of 11pm.

Lost My Thunder

Okay per my previous post... I had sent that e-mail to M shortly after I got up.

Well about an hour ago she responded to me in a very short e-mail. I was pissed off actually. Here I wrote out about 6 paragraphs and you're gonna reply in a short "blow me off" manner.

Then another short e-mail from her came through. This time she asked me to call her because she was upset that I had done this through e-mail.. ya know.. cause we're such good friends and what not. *raise eyebrow*

So I took a bath to calm down. Water chills me out. I find my zen there, to use a word that Master is fond of.

So after my bath and after making sure Master didn't want me in lingerie, I sat down.. lit a cig.. and called her. It rang quite a bit and I was about to hang up thinking I had mis-dialed. Then M picked up the phone.

I kept my tone level and I kept the swear words out of the equation. She was upset first that I had brought this to her attention via e-mail. I told her that I was trying to get my thoughts in order, and when I want to do that.. I write. She then asked me why I hadn't brought this up to her sooner. I told her that I had brought it up to her husband before and he had blown me off, so basically I figured bringing it to her attention wouldn't change anything either. She said that this is just who she is, but that she didn't mean to offend anyone. She said she'd keep her hands to herself.

So then, so she couldn't be an utter cunt the next time we see them, I clarified. I said, "Hugging doesn't bother me. I hug all of my friends, regardless if they are male or female.. it's all the other shit that bothers me."

So she went on the defensive. She said, "Well it's no different than when L (her husband) is humping His leg."

So I said, "Um, yeah. It is."

She said, "Why because I'm not a guy?"

Me: "Exactly. When two guys who are friends do that kind of thing, I assume it's joking around. When a female does it to my husband, I think it's something else and I get pissed off."

I then explained how her husband had been humping my leg last night and I had socked him one in the shoulder and told him to knock it off. And before she could ask why Master hadn't done something like that last night to her, I just quickly added that I knew L would take it as a half joke and just brush it off, but he'd also get the hint. When you're dealing with a guy doing that to a girl.. it's usually taken much more seriously. And by seriously, I mean like... "Oh my god you hit me!" *gasp.. shock...*

So she said that she was very sorry, that she wouldn't do it anymore and that I should have brought this up ages ago. I told her that I never wanted to really start shit. That's not who I am. But I just couldn't take it anymore, and neither could Master.

I also told her that I get very territorial of my Husband just like He does of me. Hell when L was humping my leg last night we all knew it was a joke, but to Master and I it was an inappropriate one. And Master had shot L a dirty ass look and was about to come over and "help me" but by the time He got there I had already made L stop.

The one thing that pisses me off the most about all of it.. is that yes she apologized, and yes she said she wouldn't do it anymore.. but I feel like she stole my thunder. I was all ready to tear her shit down, and instead she blew it off like "Oh man if we had just talked none of this would have happened."

I guess I was ready for a fight and instead she acted like we were best buddies and could work anything out with words. Damn.

But I know better. If I had said something like that last night she would have been all dramatic. But since I came at it by e-mail in a very cold and point-to-point manner, she couldn't. Because there was no reason to.

So now we wait and we see. If she does it again I can just look at her and go, "We talked about this."

We shall see what we shall see. I kept it civil. I didn't start shit. I behaved as far as I'm concerned, and Master hasn't said other wise.

It should be interesting the next time we see them.

A Night Out

Yesterday Master and I had a really nice day/night. During the day we basically stayed at home and relaxed. We had plans to meet up with a group of friends at 7pm. So around 5pm I took a bath, and found the outfit that I wanted to wear. Master allowed me to pick out my own outfit for the evening, and He wasn't disappointed. I chose a pinstripe jacket and matching skirt (that is pretty short), a matching hat, my favorite pair of nylons, and my 5 inch heels.

We got to the bar a little after 7pm due to traffic, but only His god sister was there at that time anyway. So it wasn't a big deal. Around 8pm L and M (the husband and wife that I usually bitch about here) showed up. B and his girlfriend weren't able to show up until damn near midnight because B had to work.

We had a great time, watching people play pool (I don't play and Master didn't feel like it), talking, joking around, and just generally having a damn good time. Although at one point Master's god sister introduced me to some friends of her's and one of them decided to try and pick apart what I was wearing. Apparently she was really into fashion and told me that I was taking a "fashion risk" by wearing those particular pair of nylons with my outfit, and then adding open toed heels to the mix. I let her go on for a little bit and when she finally stopped I just looked at her, kind of shrugged my shoulders, and said "I look good. I don't really care about fashion risks." She looked at me like I grew a second head, but I'm okay with that.

I've never been one to be worried about fashion. I wear what I like and what Master thinks I look good in. And He thought I looked damn good last night. So it's all good.

Master and I were weaving through our group of friends and talking, play fighting, shit like that. (We're like a bunch of teenagers in that respect.. play fighting and shit...)

But something happened, as I knew that it would, that put daggers in my eyes. Master was over by a pinball machine and was talking to another friend of ours that had showed up unexpectedly. Well that friend walked away and M (the wife of the couple that I bitch about) was over there. She started to talk to Master about how Master should allow L (her husband) to play a song on the jukebox. We kept steering him away from it because he was playing bullshit like Michael Bolton. Um no fucking thank you. Anyway, that wasn't it. While she was talking to Him, she stood up and draped her arms on his shoulders and kind of brought her hands around His neck and leaning into Him. Que dagger eyes. Master pulled back so that she was no longer leaning on Him and her hands had to break away from His neck. He moved slightly to the side trying to break fully free but people who were playing pool were in the way. From the point that her hands went up, He had been looking over her shoulder at me with this look of "Help me!" on His face.

I looked at B, who was standing next to me, and he saw what was happening. I said, "I'm about to go over there and snatch her head clean off her neck." He asked if I wanted him to move and I said no. As soon as that was said Master was able to fully break free and came to where I was. This all took place in a matter of moments. Basically it happened in the amount of time it took for the guy shooting pool who was blocking Master from moving any further to take his shot.

As soon as He got to where I was, I said something to Him.. I can't quite remember what the words were.. but my tone made it clear that I was pissed. Immediately Master started to say, "Hon, you saw.. I didn't do anything.."

I reached up, cupped His chin in my hand, and cut Him off by saying, "Baby I'm not mad at you. I'm pissed off at that bitch." He nodded that He understood and then He sat down on the bar stool and I stood in front of Him as He wrapped His arms around me.

We continued to have a good time until about 1am. At that point the jukebox was overrun with hip hop and rap, and Master's god sister was getting drunk to the point that she would not stop making this "Whooooo!" noises whenever something, anything at all, amusing happened. I really love His god sister, but when she gets to that point while drinking, I can't stand her because her voice is cutting through my brain and giving me a migraine. So Master and I left after saying goodbye to everyone.

On the ride home we talked about the night and what M had done. I told Him I was sick of this "not causing waves" bullshit. He agreed completley and told me that I could e-mail M in the morning. E-mail seemed like the best idea. Now where as I fucking hate M, we still like her husband.. L. So e-mail is something where I can sit down and sort my thoughts out rather then going straight to "Bitch, please."

But I'll get back to that in a minute. Once we got home we watched a couple of episodes of "Dog the Bounty Hunter", ate nachos, and then went to bed. Master fucked me hard and it was fucking amazing! I had kept the nylons on from the outfit I had been wearing. *smirks*

We went to sleep rather quickly after that.

Master got up around 9:30am. He allowed me to sleep until about 11:30am. I had asked Him why He allowed me to sleep so late and He said it was because I looked comfy. He's so sweet.

After I was a bit more awake I sat down and started on the e-mail to M. Master had loosened my leash on the subject to the point where I could tell her exactly what I thought as long as I wasn't a flat out bitch about it.

And in case anyone is wondering, the reason why I didn't go over there and rip her arms down or why Master didn't do that and instead was just trying to move away.. was because we like that bar, we were surrounded by friends, and we didn't really want to start anything. Master was trying to be as polite, yet quick, about it and I was trying to behave my damn self.

Back to the e-mail...

I told her that I realize she claims she is a tom boy and that she prefers male friends to females. Also that she doesn't get a lot of affection from L and seems to seek said affection from her male friends. I then told her that I don't care what she does with her other male friends, because that was none of my business, nor does it concern me. But when it comes to my husband I wanted the shit to stop. I told her that yes I play fight and hug her husband, but the way I interact with my guy friends and the way she interacts with her's are two entirely different things. I joke around and play fight, and I give them a hug. That is the extent of it. But she leans on them, sometimes grinds on them, and hangs on them. And in no uncertain terms the hugging bit was fine, anything beyond that makes both Master and myself highly uncomfortable. I told her it was going to stop, and it was going to stop now. I even told her that we had talked to her husband about this shit in the past and he had just shrugged it off. I also told her that apparently I should have brought this to her attention sooner but that we had been trying not to rock the boat because we weren't sure how she would react.

I told her that this had nothing to do with being insecure or anything of that nature, but that it made us uncomfortable. I then told her that I wasn't trying to be a bitch, which is why I waited until this morning to say anything about last night. I wanted to be calm.

Master read over the five or six paragraph e-mail and approved of everything I had said. In fact He told me that He thought I was more polite than He would have been. Like I said, I still like L.. most of the time.

I knew she was online when I sent her that e-mail. It was sent around noon. She hasn't responded. There has been no phone call. I'm thinking I pissed her off. But I don't really care.

If she really wants to start something with me, Master already said I have His permission to let my claws out. And based on a few other things both Master and I saw last night (that does not involve Master)... I have plenty of shit to bring up.

I do have to admit that I feel a lot better after writing that e-mail, even if I was more polite than I really wanted to be.

I Hope The Weekend Goes Slowly

I really, really do.

Work went by agonizingly slow today, especially the last hour. Holy hell, I thought that last hour of work was never going to end! It wasn't a hard day at work. Not by a long shot. It was just slow. The work flow was slow, there wasn't a lot of extra stuff to do, so it felt like I was always struggling to find something to make the time go by more quickly. Blah. I hate days at work like that.

Master got out of work at 2pm. So He was able to pick me up. There is rumor that He won't have to go on that job trip up north, which would be awesome!

From there we went out to eat and then went down to my dad's for a while. Tomorrow night we have plans to go out with a group of friends, which should prove to be interesting.

We had a good time at my father's. We were planning on him and his girlfriend coming up this Sunday, but those plans fell through so we are going to have them up in two weeks.

My dad has thankfully found a job and will be starting sometime in August. I was worried because both him and his girlfriend are unemployed at the moment. So I know how rough that can be. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt and the keychain.

Other than that not a lot to report really. I'm more tired than I thought I was going to be. We got home around 11pm. Now it's damn near midnight. Then again I didn't sleep well last night. We had incredible sex, but then my back kept waking me up. Stupid lower back. I need a new body.

Are You Pondering What I'm Pondering?

Okay, sorry for the Pinky & the Brain reference, but I've had a small mini rant/pondering going through my gray matter today.

But first, the normal stuff. Master had today off of work, and while I was at work (yes I'm feeling much better thankfully) He went out shoe shopping for a new pair of work boots. Once He picked me up from work we went grocery shopping, came home, had steak for dinner and watched a movie. He then had me go take my bath and put on an outfit of my choosing.

Okay, that was easily explained. And I'm not trying to say today sucked or anything, I just want to get these thoughts out of my head and into this blog post.

I'm sure most of you have run into a "slave" that says things like, "I can't believe your Master lets you do that.. that is so unhealthy."  .. or .. "If he really cared about you, he'd want you as healthy as possible. So he should make you stop doing 'x', 'y', and 'z'."

Oh. I love these people. And by love, I mean loathe. Like I'd love to shove their head even further up their own ass. That sounds like fun.

For instance, I read red meat. I also smoke. And *gasp* I am a somewhat social drinker. All bad, horrible, things that Master should make me stop doing right now.

*waits for it* Oh yeah, that's right.. He's not going to.

He must not love me. He must not want me around for as long as possible. Yes. That's it. That has to be it. He doesn't love me.

*dramatic pause* It has nothing to do with the fact that He sees nothing wrong with such things... or the fact that He does them Himself and doesn't want to be to much of a hypocrite. I mean how much sense would that make anyway?

"Kitten, you're going to quit smoking. However, I am going to continue to smoke and force you to breath in second hand smoke."

Yeah. Right.

Okay yes, cigarettes can kill us. Really? Thank the gods we have safety nazis announcing this to us! We had no idea! Oh wait. Yes we did. It's on every pack of cigarettes I've ever smoked. Holy shit. Those little scribbly lines on the side of the box translate into some kind of... *squints eyes* health warning. Holy hell!

Oh we'll quit eventually. Hell we've tried quitting before. It didn't work. Neither of us really wanted to. And it's like I always say, "You can't help someone who doesn't actually want it." Same thing goes for quitting. It won't work unless it's something you actually want to do.

As far as the alcohol goes, I don't like getting drunk. I try my damndest not to actually. I get a little buzz going and then I switch to water, then I go back to alcohol to maintain the level of my buzz, and then back to water. Big fat hairy deal. Yes, it can be bad for your health. I know this. I've had enough alcoholics in my family, thank you. We don't keep alcohol in the house. Hell last year we had a bottle of Jack Daniels in the house for New Year's Eve. Master and I had one shot of Jack each, and then a Jack & Coke. That was it. The bottle stayed up there for six months after that, untouched. Eventually we just got rid of it. But when we go out to dinner, sometimes we'll have a drink.. or if we go to a bar with some friends.. yes sometimes we'll get a bit more than lightly buzzed. But we never leave until Master is sobered up and we honestly don't do it that often. Before this past month we hadn't gone out drinking in over a year.... We've gone twice this past month and are going again this Saturday. But it's just a good time with friends. It's not like we're going out to get smashed. So maybe if these saftey nazis would have a drink, they could relax and that tree stump would fall out of their ass.

In regards to the red meat... humans are animals... omnivores to be exact. We were created with the ability to digest meat. Master and I just prefer meat to say... veggies and fruits. Oh we eat them, although probably not as much as we should. But we're healthy. We often refer to ourselves as "meatatarians". Don't like it? Don't go to a steak house with us. *shrugs*

As with everything else pertaining to relationships and the dynamics that lie within said relationships.. not everyone is going to do it the way you are. And thank the Gods for that, because damn would that be boring. Plus, if we did it all the same, where would these so called perfect relationships get their jollies then, hm? They'd have no one to tell that they are doing it correctly, and there for any other way of doing something is wrong. Fuckers.

Shoot Me Again

Yep, I ended up staying home from work again today. :-(

Last night I was feeling a lot better. I was planning on going to work. Hell, Master and I even had sex and everything was fine. Then we went to sleep and about two hours later I was up and down most of the night.. in and out of the bathroom. Joy.

Master woke me up to tell me He was heading off to work and I asked permission to stay home. He granted it. So then I got up and called B to let him know I didn't need a ride this morning. Then I called my supervisor. After that it was back to bed for me. I got up about an hour later and read for a while. However, then I went back to bed.

When I got up, finally.. I was just feeling kind of weak. My stomach isn't bothering me anymore, I just felt like I could barely lift my damn head. Probably due to all the sleep and having an upset stomach has that effect on me.

I dragged myself to the computer for a little while. I talked to my mom and then to a friend of our's who was checking up on how I was feeling. (He's going to school this fall to be a nurse...)

After I slowly but surely put food in my tummy I started feeling a lot better. So I did the dishes, cleaned the front of the fridge and the stove top. Holy hell I got something accomplished!

There is a truck at Master's job that is apparently trying to kill Him.

He told me all about it once He got home from work today. They use this vacuum truck to clean out things. Well that was the truck that He was working with today. First it blew a cap off at Him, directly into His chest. He's fine, thankfully... And then later His coworker told Him to go check a hose for suction and somehow, some way, the damn thing got attached to His stomach and even after shutting the truck off it took both Master and His coworker to get it off of Him. The truck gave His stomach a hickey. Again, He's fine. Good thing He's made of some kind of material that is unknown to mankind, other wise He'd be fucked right about now.

Master is close to His 40 hours already, and since they are trying to watch their pocket books at work they gave Him tomorrow off. Figures, since I can't afford to miss another day of work. I have to go in tomorrow. But oh well. Soon enough it'll be the weekend. Although that already seems planned for us.

We're supposed to go to a get together with a group of friends on Saturday and my dad wants to come up on Sunday.

Shoot Me Now

I went to work today, but I ended up having to leave early.

I wasn't feeling the best when I woke up this morning, but I got up and got dressed. Master was already at work, other wise I have a feeling He would have taken one look at me and told me to call in. I looked at myself in the mirror and went, "Wow.. I look like shit."

But I didn't really want to call in. I wanted to at least try and go to work. So I did. Master was on a really boring job site, so He called me quite a few times through out the morning. As the morning progressed He kept asking questions like, "Babe are you okay? You don't sound well." And I finally admitted that I didn't feel well at all.

It was the weirdest thing. I had these hot and cold flashes. My head was killing me, my lower back was really bothering me, and I swear my ovaries and/or uterus were trying to escape my body. Damn things. Normally being on my period doesn't effect me so strongly. Normally it's just some cramping, lower back pain, and that's about it. I don't know why it's deciding to kick my ass this month.

So I asked Master if it would be okay for me to go home. He actually "strongly suggested" it in the name of health concerns. So I tried to call my supervisor, but he didn't answer his phone. So I sent him an e-mail asking if it would be okay for me to leave early.

I got a very nice surprise in the response. He said that there was no way he was going to keep me at work if I wasn't feeling well. He said that my personal time is mine to use as I see fit and even said that he hoped I felt better. *whoa*

It's a hell of a nice change of pace from my last job, where they would basically act like prison guards if I asked to go home. Like I was trying to escape or some shit.

So I told my coworker that I was leaving early, and she acted really pissy about it. Oh I'm sorry... you've only taken off at least one day a week for the past month... *sigh*

The only down side to this was I had to take the bus home, which made my back and head worse. But at least I got home. Master called to make sure I had made it home okay. I checked some things online, watched a couple of epidsodes of Tripping the Rift while I tried to get my back to relax, and then I took about a four hour nap. I only got out of bed when Master called me to tell me He was on His way home. Whenever I don't feel well my body goes into shut down mode.

That was the main reason I wanted to go home from work. I couldn't concentrate at all, which isn't a good thing. Plus I'd rather leave early today and try to feel better then wake up in the morning feeling ten times worse and have to call in.

Master made sure I relaxed once He was home. We ate a light dinner and now we're just relaxing until tomorrow.

I am feeling a little bit better. A nice hot bath and that long nap really helped.

Back To The Grindstone

Well, the weekend was a blast. I had a lot of fun with Master and His god sister.

You know what? It seems that the way we are when we go out to the bar is a bit different then it used to be. If Master and I went with a group of friends, sometimes I felt ignored. I felt pushed to the side. Master is very... charismatic. Especially when it comes to His friends. They all want to drag Him off to show Him something, to talk in private, etc. In fact I remember quite a few times where we would go out with friends and I'd end up sitting on the end of the line.. out of the conversation. Not because I wanted to, but because everyone else would want to sit next to Him, closer to Him.

I'm a big girl and all, but that stung. Master would try and drag me into the conversation or have me sit next to Him.. but people would move, people would cut me off while I was talking or just simply talk over me..

Everyone wanted a piece of Master. It drove me nuts. I don't share well, especially when I'm being excluded. Ya wanna know who would do such things? I'll give you three guesses, and the first two don't count. The husband and wife that I always bitch about. Oh yes, them.

But whenever they aren't there... not only does everyone wanna talk to Master.. they want to talk to me. They want to include me. His god sister loves me to bits. Yeah they'll shoot pool and I'll be sitting at the bar or at a table.. but they talk to me. They joke around, they listen when I talk.

And maybe this is just poor memory on my part, but it seems like Master tries more to pull me in too. He checks on me, makes sure I'm having a good time. And I do believe we flirt more with one another than we used to, if that's possible.

I'm not saying He ever really ignored me in the past, but it just feels different now. I don't know why. But I'm sure we'll find out for sure this Saturday. This Saturday is when a group of us, including the married couple, are supposed to meet up for a few drinks.

I think part of the reason it feels different now, is because I'm more comfortable with myself in a bar setting. Ya see, back then.. I was barely old enough to get in or I wasn't used to being in a bar. I was still figuring out what kind of bars I felt comfortable in, what I liked to drink, etc.. so yeah. I'm sure that's part of it as well. I'm more myself now.

Okay so enough about that.

Master and I just went to sleep last night. Master's back was hurting, and we both had to get up early. So this morning when we got up we talked for a few minutes before I had to head out the door. My day at work was a lot more relaxed than I thought it was going to be. Normally Mondays are really hectic. Today was pretty smooth.

Master was able to pick me up. We hit the ATM, got food, and then went home. We watched a movie while we ate dinner and then I took my bath. I started my period today. Joy and rapture. I guess that explains the crying thing last week. Damn PMS bullshit.

Things like PMS and my period in general have been different for the last year or so. I hate that. Stupid body changes.

Catching Up

I didn't post yesterday because we got home somewhat late and I was a little.. um... buzzed/damn near drunk.

So let's start with yesterday. I got up at 8am and headed out to go visit with my mom. Like I said in past posts, we haven't done this in a couple of years now. So it was a lot of fun. I met her at a half way point between our houses. I parked next to her car and we hit one store. We didn't find a lot there. So then she got in my car and we went to another store, and then finally the mall.

The mall that we went to is slowly dying out. I remember going there a lot as a kid and it having a lot more stores, and being a hell of a lot busier on a Saturday. But regardless we had a blast! My mom is really laid back with my these days. We can talk about anything. Our marriages, day to day stuff, etc. I find it refreshing since her and I couldn't always do this sort of thing without trying to claw each other's eyes out.

But hey, that was back when I thought I knew it all and she was trying to keep me at least some what sheltered.. blah blah blah. Classic case of a teenager and her mother I suppose. But now that I'm slowly but surely approaching the big 3-0.. (only four more years)  we can talk and hang out and do all sorts of things with out fighting or any of that nonesense.

I ended up finding a Disturbed t-shirt that Master didn't already have, so I picked that up. And I found a pair of Airwalk sneakers that I love. They were on sale too! Normally about $34 ... and I got them for $13! Master isn't to keen on them, but He says He doesn't care as long as I like them and that they are comfortable for me. I figured that this way, since now I have a pair of sneakers, I'll only wear my work shoes to work, rather than all the time... and they'll last me a little longer and then next time I'll buy a new pair of work shoes. *nods* Makes sense to me.

After we were done at the mall Mom and I decided there wasn't much else to do, so we said our goodbyes and I headed home. My mom had loaded my car's trunk up with all sorts of things.. like she always does. My mom is like... the coupon shopping queen and so she gets uber great deals and then passes it along to me by giving me stuff for around the apartment, like cleaning supplies, napkins, toliet paper.. stuff like that. I tell her she doesn't have to.. but she doesn't listen. *laughs* Not that I'm complaining. I appreciate it.

So once I got home Master was in the shower. So I dragged everything in.

Once everything was put away Master asked me to try and get a hold of some of our friends to see if they would want to hang out. So I made some calls. Most people were busy, but His god sister was more than willing to hang out.

We didn't have to be to her place until about 7:30pm so we had some time to kill. We relaxed and Master made use of me before we headed out the door.

We went to His god sister's and then went to a local bar. I wouldn't have been so buzzed/damn near drunk except for the fact that His god sister and the bartender decided to teach us a dice game that we weren't familiar with. 7 - 14 -21.

Basically you roll the dice and when you get a one, that counts as a point. Nothing else counts. So if you get a one you roll again. If you don't, you pass it along. The points accumulate and pass on to the next person who roles. So the person who reaches 7 calls the shot. The person who reaches 14 pays for it, and the person who reaches 21 drinks it. Yeah. There were a few times I got the 21 mark and they had called a shot I'd never had before.

Needless to say I'm a lightweight and got more buzzed than I intended to. But I didn't get deperessed or anything. I was chatty as hell, but other than that I was fine. I got sick once, but that was because of some bannanna shot that was way to thick and my tummy didn't like it. Other than that I was fine.

We headed out a little after midnight. We picked up some food on the way home and then ate. I ended up falling asleep during a movie we were watching. Once the movie was done Master woke me up and told me it was time for bed. We curled up and fell asleep shortly there after.

I got up before Master did this morning. While He was in the shower I took out all the garbage. We then went to the pet store and got rabbit food and litter for their cages. When we got home we cleaned their cages and then watched some things on Master's Xbox 360.

So it's been a good weekend. But it's almost over! *sob*

Short But Sweet

This post may be a bit short, but that's because I'm tired and don't really feel like concentrating right now.

Today was my half day at work, which meant that I got out of work at noon. Well about 10 minutes before I was going to clock out Master called me on my work phone and said He was going to pick me up. This caught me by surprise because I thought He was going to have a full day at work.

Apparently there wasn't anything for them to do, so they got a half day as well! Yay! So Master picked me up and we went home. We had a while before we had to head back out the door, so we watched a Monster Quest video. After that Master went to take a nap and told me to wake Him up at 4:30pm. It was tempting to ask if I could take a nap as well, just because I was a bit tired and it just sounded like a good idea. But I had to take the dog out and I was waiting on a phone call from my father. So I stayed up.

I'm slightly regretting not taking a nap after taking the dog out. I'm tired now.

So I woke Master up at 4:30pm and then we headed down to my dad's. We had a pretty good time and then went out to dinner afterward. It is a little after 11pm now and Master is watching something on the Xbox 360. I'm just gonna dick around online for a little bit after this post, and just... veg.

I have to get up by 8am tomorrow so I can go meet my mom. She needed to move our one on one meet up time up by an hour and a half because her husband needed the car in the afternoon. No biggie, I was just hoping to sleep in a bit more. But I'm excited about getting some time with my mom tomorrow. We havn't done this in over two years. It's always been either her, her husband, and myself... or that trio and my Hubby... and sometimes my brother is thrown into the mix.

So this will be good. :-)

Weird Hormones

I hate my hormones sometimes. I really do.

First, I'll go through my day.

B picked me up and took me to work. I got a hug from Master before I headed out the door, since He didn't have to go to work until 1pm, He then headed back to bed.

At work it was pretty slow but I got a lot done, so that was cool. It was a pretty normal work day. No stress, no upsets, nothing of that sort.

Master couldn't pick me up from work because, well He started work at 1pm. B couldn't take me home because he was getting out of work early. No big deal, I just hopped on the bus.

So I get home and I take care of the dog, check out a few things online, take my bath and now I'm waiting for Master to get home. It's almost 9pm.

Well, while I was online I was watching funny clips from "America's Got Talent". During one of the clips, out of fucking no where, I started crying. *insert confused look here*

I have had zero stress today. I'm not upset about anything. In fact the weekend is looking pretty good. We're going down to my dad's tomorrow night, I'm getting some one on one time with my mom on Saturday, and after that I'm sure Master and I will figure something out.

So needless to say, I was a bit surprised by my crying. It wasn't like a full break down into a sobbing fit type cry. I was just sitting here watching clips on You Tube, and the next thing I know I have tears rolling down my cheeks and a tightness in my chest. Then as quickly as it appeared, it was gone and I felt fine.

*blinks* What the hell? I don't get it. Not at all. I mean I've been in a good mood all day. Yes, I miss Master cause He's getting home so late... but I'm slowly getting used to that. It's not like I was upset or anything. Hell I was just sitting here, not a thought in my mind, and .... tears. Gah!

Being a chick sometimes doesn't make any sense at all!

So I started analyzing things.. about what could have caused that. Well, let's see... Master and I are out of that rut we were in. Our relationship (on all levels) is going really smoothly. Our sex life has been amazing as of late. Work is going well. None of my friends or family are pissing me off... well no more than usual. *laughs* In fact, for the first time in quite some time, I feel pretty care free.

So nope. Tears do not compute.

Juggling Act

Today work was somewhat interesting. Not because anything work related happened, but because the coworker I sit next to was on the phone with her husband for literally two hours arguing with him. Apparently they are separating. And where as I am sorry her marriage is in this crisis, um... you should really not be fighting with your husband during work hours. Especially not loudly, or for two fricking hours. But what do I know, right?

We also had a department meeting today with our supervisor. That went rather well, and was pretty short. No word on my 90 day review yet but we are extremely busy. And my supervisor is basically running around like a chicken with his head cut off. So I'm not worried about it. I don't feel forgotten, or shoved to the side, like I did at my last job. Mainly because they are explaining things to me, and letting me know what's up.

Master was able to pick me up today, although we already know He won't be able to tomorrow because He isn't going into work until 1pm.

When we got home, I took care of the dog, did some dishes, and then Master cooked dinner. (By the way, we so need a dishwasher. I miss having one so badly!)

Dinner was yummy as always. We started watching a movie but I kept nodding off during it. Master kind of chuckled and told me to go ahead and take a nap. So I did. Hopefully I can still fall asleep tonight.

When the movie was over, so was my nap. I went online for a little while to wake up a bit and then took my bath. My right leg is cramping, and that sucks ass.

Now, on to the juggling act. You know how I get a ride from B to go to work every day? Well on the 20th, 24th, and 27th he won't be able to take me to work. The 27th is the day Master might be leaving for a job contract up north, so I'm going to try and schedule that day off of work because it'll just make life easier.

The 20th, B has to be to work by 6am, so I'm going to see if he'd still be willing to pick me up and take me to work. I'll just get some overtime in, which is no problem at all. Doing overtime at that job doesn't stress me out at all.

For the 24th? Well Master and I will just have to figure that out somehow. He'll probably end up just having to take me to work early and then going to His job.

End juggling act.

And as a fucked up side note...

Two nights ago, while I was sleeping, I had a really short and yet weird dream.

I always have to ask Master if I may use the bathroom when He's home, unless of course He's asleep. I'm not about to wake Him up to see if I can go pee, ya know?

Well apparently my mind found a way to do it anyway. In my very short dream, I was in bed laying down next to Master. For whatever reason we were both on our backs, we were facing each other, and our eyes were closed. Then my mouth started moving and I asked, "Master may I please use the bathroom?" He said, "Yes Kitten."

This is where the dream ended. When I woke up I realized my bladder was full and that how we were laying in my dream was exactly how we were laying when I woke up.

Weird huh?

Another Day Ends

Today I got up when the alarms went off. Master was actually just getting back into bed when they went off. He then explained that He had called one of His supervisors and explained how His leg was really bothering Him. (It's a lovely black and green bruise on the back of His calf.) The supervisor told Him not to come in for today then because they didn't have a lot going on anyway.

So Master had today off. He told me that I should play hookey. And at first I was all like "Yeah!" cause it would be nice to get an extra day in with Him... especially since He might be sent away by His job for four days at the end of this month. But then, once I was more awake, I started thinking about it and decided that I shouldn't. A few reasons, 1) We couldn't really afford for both of us to take the day off of work unpaid. 2) My coworker was leaving at 1:30pm today and so then there would be no one to do the work. So off to work I went.

Master was disappointed to say the least. In fact He didn't seem happy with me for most of the day. (I had talked to Him a couple of times on the phone while I was at work.) But when He came to pick me up, He seemed fine.

When we got home, we ate dinner and relaxed. Right before I took my bath I asked Him if He was mad at me for not staying home. He said that He wasn't happy about it, but what could He do. And that was the end of the discussion.

It's not like He is giving me the cold shoulder or anything. It's just that on the phone, while I was at work, He was really short with me. As in the conversations were short, to the point, and that was that.

But perhaps we can figure something out to spend an extra day together soon.

Sleepy Kitten

Last night when Master and I originally went to bed, I wasn't tired. I wasn't tired because I had slept until damn near noon and we were going to bed at 11pm. We were going to bed at that time, because we both had to get up and go to work in the morning.

So I tossed and turned for a little bit. When I finally did fall asleep I woke up at least once an hour. So this morning I was dragging. Thankfully I had an energy drink, which helped until about 1pm today.Then it wore off, and regular caffeine wasn't cutting it. So I'm tired to say the least.

Work went okay today. The other clerk that helps me left at 1:30pm today and she is leaving at 2pm tomorrow. I have been there for a little over three months now and she has left work early or taken a day off damn near once a week since I started. It's aggravating.

Master was able to pick me up from work today, and I told Him about this. He told me to hang in there because they will recognize the fact that I have had perfect attendance since I started and it will show that I am dedicated to my job.

Now, would I mind taking a day off? No, I wouldn't. In fact that would be nice.. but I know we can't afford the cut on the paycheck and I want to go as long as I can without calling in or scheduling a day off. I have scheduled one day off.... but it's not until New Year's Eve. So I'll have been there about 9 months by that point.

When we got home Master cooked dinner. He made pork cutlets. They were so yummy!

Him and I are doing really well. We got a lot of quality time in over the past weekend, and it has done us a world of good. Not to mention the fact that we've been getting out of the apartment more. We've been visiting family, friends, and Master is even getting into contact with some of His family that He hasn't talked to in years. So it seems another chapter is beginning in our lives. It should prove to be interesting.

We had made plans to meet up with a group of friends on the 18th, but that is slowly but surely going to the way side. Not because we don't want to do it.. but here let me explain.

There is this one couple that we hang out with. Master has been friends with the husband for a long time. Neither Master nor myself like the wife. She's a cunt.

So anyway, they are the type of people that you have to do everything their way, do it when they want to do it, etc and so on. A really good example is when Master and I got married. The husband and wife were going to be at the court house with us, a long with about four other friends. Well the other four people showed up at our apartment, and we all went out to breakfast. The husband and wife however, didn't want to come to our apartment, or go out to breakfast. We had told them that we wanted everyone to drive down to the court house together. That was fine with them, but they wanted us to go to their house to meet them. And then from there we would all go to the court house. Never mind it was a good 20 minutes out of our way... *grumble*

So yeah, needless to say that's what we did. The husband was the best man.... so it's what we did. It was annoying at the time but we were in such good moods that nothing was going to bring that down.

Okay, so back to the here and now. We had picked the 18th because it was the "only" day that this couple would be available. And it had to be in the area, because they didn't want to drive that far. (Probably because they are going to get smashed.) So we planned it for that. Well one friend can't go because she has other plans. Master's god sister may not be able to show up because she can't afford the gas to come up here. And B might not be able to make it because he might have to work.

So that is disappointing. But then I call the couple in question, to see how they are doing. And I said, "So we're still on for the 18th right?" And the mother fucker didn't know what I was talking about. He had completely forgotten. So I reminded him that the date was his idea. And he said, "Well shoot me off an e-mail so that I remember and we'll see what we can do."

Fucker.

So Master and I talked on the way home and we think we'll switch the date and/or the place so that more people can show up. And if the couple can't? Fuck em. To bad, so sad. Cry me a fucking river.

I'm sick of pandering to them. They aren't better than us, as much as they like to think they are. We'll have to hash out more details before I start calling the other people in the group though.

So anyway, I'm sleepy. I still have to take my bath and try and relax before passing the hell out tonight. So I'll cut it here.

It's So Sad...

.... when a three day weekend ends. And honestly, it feels like this one flew by. Which, ya know, sucks and what not.

But it wasn't that bad. Last night Master and I fucked, twice... in a row. I love it when that happens. It seems that our sex life is some what back on track.

This morning however Master was grumpy. He woke up in a bad mood and it stuck with Him until the middle of the afternoon.

About a half hour after we got up Master wanted to get the errands done with. So we ran to the bank, hit the ATM, went to the gas station, and had them turn a $20 into two rolls of quarters. We then put air in the car's tires. After that Master had me run into Walgreens for a few things and then we hit the grocery store and stocked up with about a week's worth of groceries. Once we got home I took out the trash, did His laundry, and did the dishes. All of this was accomplished before 2pm. Well, the laundry was started by 2pm. The dryers downstairs suck. So that took about an hour and a half to actually be completed.

But now I have change for the vending machines at work at least, since we have quarters left over.

After Master's grumpy mood lifted He had me kneel at His feet, gave me a hug, and apologized for being a jerk. I appreciate the fact that He at least acknowledges when He is being that way. A lot of men don't.

He made porkchops for dinner, which were yummy. He made His own seasoning blend for them.. it was tasty!

Now we're just relaxing and trying to enjoy the end of our three day weekend.

I'm hoping to get my review this week, but I doubt it. Work is crazy busy lately. But if about a month goes by, I plan on asking my supervisor about my review. I know they take time and that I'm in a rather large department. Plus I also know that if I get a raise, they'll back date it. So it's not like I'm losing money, ya know?

Spending the 4th at Home

We have spent Independence Day at home, just the two of us. Although I was right... Master did want to try and get together with some friends. He was getting a bit restless and wanted to go out. So I tried to get a hold of His god sister, but she didn't have funds to go to a bar, and wanted us to come down to watch fireworks. Watching fireworks is really not our thing, so we declined.

Then another friend of ours called and also.. just wanted to watch fireworks. Again, we declined. I find watching fireworks to be pretty boring to be perfectly honest. Yay. Sparkly things in the air. If I wanted to see that I'd just go for a drive out into the county on a clear night and look at the stars. That is much more entertaining and soothing to me.

Last night Master fucked me. And then this morning I was kneeling at His feet, shortly after we got up, and my tits were rubbing against His cock because I was leaning forward. I felt Him getting hard and so I took Him into my mouth. I started to blow Him, but my TMJ decided "No this isn't a good idea."

I stopped for a minute to pop my jaw and He asked if I was okay. I told Him my TMJ was acting up and before I could try to muscle my way through it, He had me stand up, turn around, and sit on His lap. He entered me rather roughly and used the motion of His rocker/recliner to bring me to an orgasm, and then Himself. That's always fun.

We were going to go grocery shopping today, but the grocery store we always go to was closed. Cause it's the 4th. So that's pushed off until tomorrow. So for lunch/dinner we had fast food.

And right now for some weird reason I'm craving nachos. Damn you Taco Bell for tempting me when I don't want to drive. More places should deliver. Plus Master can't eat there, the food upsets His stomach. So yeah.

Not a lot going on. We've been watching "RuPaul's Drag Race" on the XBOX 360. I fucking love that show! I can't wait until season 2. RuPaul is hilarious, and gorgeous. I used to watch her talk show, back when it was on late night TV. I miss it sometimes. Fuck searching for the Next Top Model. I could care less. But the next drag queen superstar? Oh hell yes.

Can you tell I was a bit of a "fag hag" in Jr. High? (I didn't go to public school for high school. I was homeschooled for all four years.)

Reinventions

Master and I have been together for damn near 6 1/2 years. Over the years He has reinvented Himself (as far as His looks go) many times. He's had really long hair, short hair, had a clean shaven head... He's changed how He keeps His goatee, He's lost quite a bit of weight.. the list continues.

He smiled at me one day and said, "Hey at least I'm keeping you interested." He was joking around, and I know this.. but when I look back over the past 6 years I don't think I've "reinvented" myself more than say.. once. And that was when I cut my hair short. And He's not bored with me yet.

I sometimes get bored with my looks. I'll sometimes wish I could just go get my hair professionally done and keep up with it. But 1) I'm not allowed to dye my hair (which is what I would want to do) and 2) Besides knowing that I want to dye my hair.. I have no idea what the hell I would have done to it.

Oh, not to mention the fact we can't really afford it.

I also wish I could go drop a nice chunk of change on new clothes and heels. But again, I don't really care for clothes shopping and I get frustrated shoe shopping. Also, we don't have the money.

My hair is a nice shade of brown.. at least I think it is. I used to tell Master that I would love to dye my hair black and put nice deep red highlights in it. I think it would look so damn good. But now that I have the type of job that I do.. I know that wouldn't go over well. And yes, I have to keep that sort of thing in mind. Now, just adding some deep red highlights might not be to bad.. but like I said I'm not allowed to dye my hair.

Why you ask? Well at one point in time.. gods this must have been about a year and a half into our relationship.. I had bought a box of hair dye. It was supposed to be red. I dyed my hair, it looked great when it was done. But then I went to sleep. And when I woke up.. my hair was purple. Master hated it.

So I paid to have my hair dyed back to brown. And of course first they had to make me blonde so the brown would actually show up. And eventually the brown would leave my hair and I would be stuck with all this blonde in it, until finally my hair grew long enough that I could hack off all of the previously dyed hair. He has never let me live that down. If I bring up dying my hair He usually says one word and one word only. "Purple."

And then I shut up about it.

So yeah. He keeps changing as the years go by.. and I'm sure He'll change more. Me? I seem to be stuck where I am because I can never decide what'll look good. He's more of a risk taker when it comes to such things. Me? If it ends up making me less attractive to Him, I'd probably break down and bawl my eyes out. I'd be thinking to myself, "Had to go and do it didn't you... just couldn't stay where you were, with what you knew worked."

Ups & Downs

Today had it's ups and downs.. and they continue.

Master didn't have to start work until 11am. So I was up before Him for a change. I got ready for work and after B called to let me know he was here, I went into the bedroom and kissed Master goodbye as He slept.

I started work a half hour early, just to get some extra time in. But after that first half hour went by time seemed to slow down. Probably because I know that starting tomorrow, it's a three day weekend. Master called me right before He started work at 11am, and we talked for a few minutes.

Work for me, went fine. It wasn't until I got to the bus stop that I had a bit of a "down" moment. When I'm waiting for the bus, I always stand right at the bus stop. I don't sit down or anything. I just stand there waiting. No big deal right? Well the stop I stand at is a stop for two different bus lines. One of them drives by that stop every time I'm there. It never actually stops. I'm assuming it is not a scheduled stop at that particular point in time. I don't really care, because I don't take that one. Shortly there after my bus line shows up and I'm on my merry way.

Well today, the first bus line (the one that I don't take) was making it's way up the street and a very, very large guy goes up to the stop. I move away thinking he is going to flag the bus down in hopes that it'll stop. I didn't want to be rude, so I stepped to the side. Well as usual that bus doesn't stop, it just keeps on going. The guy didn't try to flag the bus down, he just stood there. That is until it turned the corner and went past him. Then he flipped the bus off and starting swearing rather loudly. I didn't say anything, or make a face, I was minding my own business.

The guy turns around and faces me. He then cusses me out. I'm standing there w/ my eyebrow raised wondering why he's yelling at me. Then he says, "I hope you didn't scare that bus off by standing there." I looked at him like he was nuts and said, "I seriously doubt that." He then says, "Oh yes you did. And that was the bus I needed. Now I get to wait a half hour for the next one you bitch."

As he is talking he took a step toward me. I side stepped him and continued to do so, basically walking around him, giving him a wide birth, as he continued to yell. Another guy who is waiting for the bus I wanted (I only know this because he got on that bus) takes a step toward the guy yelling at me and almost steps between us, but not quite. The guy who was yelling stopped and started mumbling under his breath and walked to the bench and sat down, continuing to glare at me.

I wasn't scared, hell I wasn't even worried. I had my cell phone in my hand, so I knew I could dial 911 if nothing else, plus there were plenty of people around me and it was a short jog to a door that leads into a bank. But I just couldn't understand how someone could think I would "scare away" a bus. I'm 5ft1, standing there in jeans, a business casual shirt, a jean jacket, and a messenger bag.

So yeah, that sucked.

Master had asked me to stop at the gas station and buy cigs once I was off the bus. Thankfully the bus drops me off literally a block from said gas station, so I did that.. came home.. took the dog out.. took my bath.. and am now waiting for Master to get home. It's already damn near 8:30pm. So much for only doing 8 hours in one day like the head boss said due to "financial restraints".

He has no idea when He's getting out of work, and each time He calls to check in, He sounds more pissed off, more tired, and more sore. I understand all of the above, and I'm sitting here wanting to start my weekend with my Master.

His job doesn't know what the fuck it is doing. And how much you want to bet He didn't get a lunch today either? Ya know, like damn near every other day this week.

Today Sucked

Today simply sucked. And not in a pleasing way either!

Today started off somewhat normal, except for the fact that Master had to go into work early. I got up at 6:30am and He was already at work. He called me shortly there after to tell me that yet again they had Him come in early for nothing. They "forgot" to tell Him that He wasn't going on the job He was supposed to go on anymore. So yeah, that sucked.

I go to work and it starts off fine, just fine. In fact the work flow was kind of slow. I should have been worried right then and there, but I wasn't. Then suddenly something comes down from one of the supervisors telling us that certain fees we bill our clients have changed and all files that are "x" amount old need to be updated. Suddenly, my nice slow day becomes busy as hell. Thankfully it was after my lunch break. But then, in the middle of this... the guy who was supposed to be there earlier in the day to fix the printer I use decided to show up. So I couldn't print, and I need to print. It took about a half hour for that to be fixed, and by that time I only had about an hour before I had to leave.

So I call my trainer and she tells me what to do and then tells me what to make up for tomorrow. So tomorrow might suck as well. Joy.

Master got out early enough to go home take a shower, and pick me up from work. So that was a good thing. But I had a headache and was tired. Master was also tired and sore. So we made quite the pair.

On the ride home we stopped at the landlord's office and dropped off the rent check. Bye bye hard earned money.

When we got home we ate dinner and watched Jurassic Park. Gods I remember that movie from when I was a kid. It came out in '93 so I was a whopping 10 years old. Master was 18. I still love that movie. And when we send that back to Netflix we should get Jurassic Park 2! And then Jurassic Park 3! Yay!

Other than that, Master and I are being lazy right now. He doesn't have to go into work until 11am, which means He won't be out of work in time to pick me up. So I have to talk to B in the morning to see if he can give me a ride home. If not, the bus it is.