Accents

Okay Master and I were born and raised here in Wisconsin. And apparently most of the world seems to think that we have accents, because we're from Wisconsin. I don't hear it, but whatever.

That's not really the point of this post. In fact this post doesn't really have a point. I'm just babbling.

Sometimes I'll slip into this southern twang when I talk. I have no idea why really. Master finds it sexy. But as I've said I've lived in Wisconsin my entire life.

So really the only rational explanation is that my mother's father is from the south and my mom grew up with him. Now where as I don't know my maternal grandfather very well, I heard it a lot when I was a baby. He moved away to Texas shortly after my brother was born. And my mother used to slip into it as well. Although I don't hear her do it anymore. It's a long shot, but really the only explanation that I have.

Master on the other hand is a damn good mimic, and can copy damn near any accent. He uses it to make me laugh usually, or to just be well... a smart ass. *laughs*

Sometimes we'll do it back and forth (talk in accents) just to have fun. Gods we sound like dorks, don't we?

I find it amusing though, and just one of those little quirks we have.

Today we haven't done much. I talked to my mother for a little while, and ran out and got us dinner. We ate dinner and watched some Dexter.

That's really about it.

There isn't much kink or sex going on. It's so fucking cold that we're both covered up all the time. And by the time we go to bed the bed is cold and we have to lay there for a little bit before it finally warms up and then we're basically just concentrating on staying warm. Now yes, sex will make you warm.. but not until you both get naked and freeze a little bit while initiating sex.

I'm not saying that I don't want to have sex. It just hasn't really been on the forefront of our minds lately. Stress at work and stress from family has kind of overwhelmed me. And Master is dealing with stress from His family as well.

But we'll get our mojo back.

Not A Lot To Say

I don't really have a lot to say tonight. I mean last night I slept in the living room until Master was ready for bed, since I didn't have to get up early in the morning. And then we both slept in until about noon today.

I only left the apartment once today and that was to make a run to the gas station. That is when I discovered that it was snowing. Yuck. I'm sick of snow.

For dinner we had Pizza Hut.

For entertainment we have been alternating between doing our own things (on the computer and Xbox 360) or have been watching Dexter on Netflix.

Other than that we've been just trying to stay warm by remaining clothed and cuddled up. Him in His recliner and me either on the computer chair or on my slave mat.

So yeah. Not a lot going on.

But hey! At least it's a nice lazy Saturday!

Apologies

Well last night I vented. It was both about Master's new game and my job. And in Master's comment on said post, He stated that He did in fact have insomnia. We both suffer from it. But part of me had thought maybe He was like forcing Himself to stay awake so He could play His game. But of course I didn't ask, so I got pissy for no reason.

So today on my lunch break at work, we talked. I apologized and He apologized. We had both been cranky when we talked earlier today, before my lunch break. So I felt a lot better after we talked the second time.

Really, I have no problem with Him playing video games. And I know I was no where near "gamer widow" territory. I have been there, done that, got the t-shirt and burned that mother fucker. My ex was the type to get up, play his game, go to work, come home, play the game, go to sleep. Repeat. I know exactly what it feels like to be a gamer widow and I will never do that again. Ever.

Even when Master is totally enthralled in a game (which honestly, is not very often at all) He will still talk to me, joke around, and stuff like that. So it's not like He totally ignores me or anything.

I was bitchy last night because work has been a pain in my tail lately. Well mainly my coworker (the one that is forever pissing me off) has been a pain in my tail. Not so much the job itself. So since I was already in bitch mode, I decided to vent about other things that really had nothing to do with my mood.

Yes, going to bed alone sucks. But it happens. Like I said, we both suffer from insomnia from time to time. He's gone to bed without me before, because I simply could not relax enough to even lay down. So I know what that's like.

So Master and I apologized. I explained why I had typed up the things I did, and He explained where He was coming from. That was that. See what happens when we just open our mouths and speak? Progress! *gasp!*

However, I'm in a much better mood today. So tonight has been great. We had dinner, and watched a movie. Now we're just kind of relaxing and I'm glad that my weekend is finally here.

Blarg

I don't even know what the title of this post means. It just seemed fitting I guess.

Last night Master played Mass Effect 2 again. He offered a couple times to watch a DVD with me, but I knew He really wanted to keep playing the game. I know He has waited on that game since He finished the first one, plus He had been without His Xbox 360 for a while. And that would be like me being without a computer for that long. I'd be obsessed with getting reacquainted with it.

So I said no, that it was fine. I would just stay on the computer. And really, it was fine. We took care of the animals a bit early. We usually take the dog out and take care of the rabbits around 11pm. I suggested that we do it at 10:30pm so that it was done with and we could relax afterward. So we did that, came back out into the living room and Master resumed His game and I went back online.

Around 11:30pm I convinced myself that I should probably get my tail to bed so I wasn't overly tired in the morning. I normally go to bed around 11pm so, yeah. Bed time.

So I stood up and looked at Master and said, "I'm tired Sir. I'm gonna go to bed." He nodded and said that was fine. I asked if He was going to bed with me, and He said no because He was close to beating the game.

That irritated me a bit. He had stayed up late the night before, and I had gone to bed alone because He wanted to play the game. And again? *sigh* But I told myself that part of it is the excitement over the new game, and part of it may be insomnia. Which it very well may be. I didn't bother to ask.

I started to shuffle down the hall to the bedroom and He stopped me and asked for a hug.

I hate sleeping by myself. It is hard for me to fall asleep when He's not in bed with me. Plus I look forward to cuddling up in bed together each night. I could have slept out here in the living room, but Mass Effect 2 has a lot of talking, and Master needs to hear it because it tells Him what to do next and all that. So I knew I wasn't going to sleep through all that plus gunfire. At least not easily.

As it was, after I climbed into bed and tried to get warm, I could still hear the game loud and clear. I thought about shutting the bedroom door, but when I do that our dog whines and whimpers because that door is almost never shut and he's used to being able to go wherever he wants in the apartment. So I figured hearing the game was better than hearing the dog and then hearing Master bitch at the dog.

So I covered my head with a blanket and concentrated on sleeping. Eventually I drifted off.

I got up this morning and somehow I knew today was going to suck. And I was right. Of course.

Work was a pain in the ass. My coworker told me she might leave early today, or just take tomorrow off. Which would have meant that I would have to do her job plus mine, and I can't really do both at the same time. So I cranked the work that was necessary as fast as I could in preparation for her leaving so I wouldn't be so backlogged.

I finally asked her if she was in fact leaving, after I had gotten a shitload of work done, and she said no. *sigh* So I did the other stuff I had set aside earlier in the day. But it didn't help that they had someone in the building applying stain to pieces of furniture in certain offices. And of course one of the offices was the one I sit right fucking next too. So that gave me one hell of a headache for most of the day.

I got out of work and came home. We need to go grocery shopping, so shortly after I walked in Master asked what I wanted to do for dinner. I didn't really care cause I wasn't that hungry. So I said MacDonald's. So He said, "Okay." and then asked me who was running.

He was sitting there in His recliner with clothes on but no shoes or anything. So I sighed and said I would go. Normally when He asks who is doing the run to get whatever, that means He doesn't want to do it.

So I hopped in the car and blasted music. I was already in a bad mood, and for some reason loud music does one of two things. It either ramps me up more, or it acts as a release so I can calm down.

Thankfully this time it allowed me to calm down. Although I think the nice hot bath I took immediately after dinner, and the Mike's Hard Lemonade I drank helped a bit too.

So I'm calm and just kind of here at the moment. But I can't wait for this week to be over.

Boring Wednesday

Last night I went to bed by myself. I hadn't been feeling 100% all day and Master wanted to stay up late to play His new video game. So I wandered off to bed around 11pm. Master says He came to bed around 2am.

This morning was freezing! I didn't want to take my robe off. It was a chore changing into clothes. To bad casual attire at work doesn't include extra comfy and warm robes. *laughs*

Work was busy, as was expected. But I got all of my work done. Although it kept piling up on my desk, so tomorrow will be busy as well.

When I got home from work Master was bundled up in His jeans and a sweatshirt. You know it's cold when He's bundled up. The man who is a walking furnace in a sweatshirt? Yeah, it's fucking cold.

As a result He is allowing me to wear clothes and a robe around the apartment. Normally I am nude when I'm at home, but He doesn't want me catching a cold or anything.

Yes, we do have heat in our apartment, but this place is so damn drafty thanks to the two sliding glass doors (one on each end of the apartment) that it doesn't feel warm in here at all. It happens every winter, and we've gotten used to it.

Master is playing His video game. He seems really into it. We received a DVD in the mail from Netflix and He offered to watch it with me, but I know He really wants to keep cranking away at Mass Effect 2, so I am finding ways to entertain myself on the computer.

One of those ways was starting our taxes. Yeah. I shouldn't have done that. We are missing one W-2, from His last job. After that I can go ahead and file. Although unless that other W-2 really swings us the other way, we're going to end up owing this year.

Honestly it'll be the first time in the history of ever that I will owe when filing taxes. It seems that job He quit due to health concerns wasn't taking enough money out in Federal. Once I entered that W-2, the nice fat refund I had calculated went bye-bye and the amount shown was a nice scary shade of red. But I won't know for sure until I get that last W-2. I usually like to wait until about the second week of February to file anyway, just in case there is another form I have to add to it that I had forgotten about.

I had two jobs, Master had two jobs, plus some other bullshit.

Hopefully in 2010, when I file taxes, I'll just have one W-2. I'm coming up on a year at my current job. It'll be a year in March. I really like my job and really the only thing that will probably make me leave that job is due to not having a way out there. It's further away from home than any other job I've had. But to me it's worth it since I actually don't mind the job, and I think I'm pretty damn good at it.

Being The Go To Person

Okay, the family drama is still going on, and I'll get to that in a moment.

Work today was okay. I was tired all day long. I felt like I was going to nod off at my desk a few times. But I got my work done. The rest of this week, work wise, is going to be busy, busy, busy. The replacement chair my supervisor ordered for me came in today, and was at my desk when I got back from lunch. It is a lot more comfortable and I don't feel like I have to hunch forward all of the time anymore.

Master had been waiting for Mass Effect 2 to come out since He finished the first installment of that game series. That game came out today, and He was at the store to pick it up as soon it opened. The problem was that His Xbox 360 Elite is currently down and we are waiting for the shipping label to be sent to us so we can have it sent in for repairs.

So I suggested to Master that we find a used Xbox 360 to use as a backup system for when this kind of thing happens. We rely on the Xbox 360 quite a bit for entertainment. We both play video games, we watch stream able movies on Netflix, we download movies from the marketplace. All that happy horse shit.

So when it's down, since we don't have cable or anything like that, we have the computer, Magic cards, and checkers. And trust me, we've done it before, three weeks of just that makes you crazy. Especially when you both want to use the computer at the same time.

So I called a few places and found a used Xbox 360 for $140. I called Master's cell phone and told Him. He said He was on His way. He picked one up and got it home. He set it up and the damn thing didn't work. Thankfully, it automatically comes with a 90 day warranty, and so Master immediately took it back to the store and got a different one. He even bitched them out because this particular store has screwed us in the past, and it is a store that we use as a last resort these days.

This one thankfully works. Now we have a backup system for when the main one is down. Yay! Master is extremely happy at the moment and when I got home from work I got a lot of hugs and kisses as a thank you for finding a way to swing that into our budget. Gotta keep the man happy ya know. ;-)

Okay. So on to the family drama.

My mom called me not 20 minutes before I started this blog post. Apparently my brother and his ex are going rounds on this, that and the other thing. Which is only natural with such a sudden break up.

Bro has never been through what I call an "adult break up". He's done the teenage breakups before, but those are so much easier.

"Here are your CDs back. Give me back my jacket." = done deal in teenage break ups.

Adult breakups include lease agreements, car arrangements, past debt, current bills, children (in this case between my brother and his ex), the list continues.

They have only been officially over for less than four days. So it's a lot of drama right now and a lot of back and forth. She is still trying to treat him like he's at her beck and call and he's starting to put his foot down about it. She's not liking that too much.

So since Bro is staying at Mom's house she is of course privy to all of the little bits of information and whenever Bro and his ex have a fight or talk he tells my mom, because aside from Master and myself he doesn't have many other people to talk to.

So as soon as Bro is out of the room, she calls me and tells me I should have a pep talk with him. So this time, I told Mom no. I told her that he needs to figure this stuff out on his own. If he wants to call me and ask for advice, that's one thing. But I'm not going to call him and start telling him how he should handle things. His ex has been dictating his life for over 6 years now. It's time for him to figure out how to handle his own shit, granted with some guidance if he wants it, but still.

My main point to Bro has been, and will continue to be, that he needs to get a job. This will make his situation more bearable and he'll be able to contribute to his children's care. I offered to help him create a resume. I'm good at making them, in my own humble opinion.

Sometimes when family stuff goes down I feel like the only one who is able to cut through the shit and go "A to B to C. Done." My mom has an anxiety disorder, so she freaks out rather easily unless it's medically related. But if it deals with emotions she has to have a while to sort through it all before she can think about it clearly, even if she isn't directly involved. So she calls me for advice.

For my brother, he is quick to get pissed off and not think clearly, or revert to what is "normal" for him.

My dad? My dad prefers to be a friend than a father figure. Bro and I can joke around with him and what not, but when a conversation turns serious he clams up.

No wonder Master thought I was adopted when He first met my family.

Uncomfortable

On Saturday night when my brother was here, we were all sitting around (Master, myself, Bro, and SS) and Bro suddenly said something along the lines of "I know things about my sister that no one else does."

I honestly don't remember exactly what he said, or how we got onto this particular subject. But anyway, Master kind of challenged Bro about it. So my brother started off with stories from when him and I were kids and Master already knew most of those.

And Master knew the next one as well..

Bro brought up the guy I lost my virginity to. And I sat there and let him talk about it.

Now where as you know (normally) that there are people that your spouse has had others before you, most people (Master and I included) don't like to hear about it.

Master was uncomfortable, but didn't say anything. And I didn't stop my brother from talking about it.

Master found it disrespectful. And I completely understand where He is coming from on that one. I mean I get uncomfortable just hearing stories about His exes.

We are highly territorial of one another. And it seems that those feelings reach into the past, before we knew one another. Then again I have to remind myself sometimes that there was a time before Master.

I don't think about my past if I can help it. Growing up memories, like with my family members? Sure. But relationship wise? No. I do my best to ban such thoughts from my mind. And thankfully it works, that is until someone else brings it up.

I think that may be part of the reason why I don't have any of my old friends still around. They remind me of things that I don't want to remember, think about, or talk about.

I greatly enjoy talking about our relationship's past, meaning Master's and mine. But beyond that? I don't want to think about it. Thankfully it is a bit easier for me since I have been with Master since I was 20. I'm almost 27 now, and the rest of my life will involve Him, since He is my Husband and my mate.

I should have told Bro to stop talking about it. It was disrespectful for us to talk about it in front of my Husband. And it made me uncomfortable to talk about it, end of story.

For not ending the conversation, I apologize to my Husband.

I know it would upset me deeply to hear such things. In fact sometimes when His friends talk about His exes, I feel sick to my stomach.

I wasn't thinking when I didn't cut Bro off.

It's just been so long that I've been in that sort of situation, due to not having many of those people around anymore, that I was in a bit of shock when it was first brought up.

Master, You are the only one who matters. You are my true mate and love. If a conversation ever starts to touch on such subject matter again, I will cut it off so that it does not go any father than the first few words out of said person's mouth. I know that You do that for me, as well as for Yourself, when Your friends do it. I will do the same.

I'd Like To Retract My Previous Statement

Okay I didn't post last night because not only did my brother come over yesterday, and spend the night.. our friend SS also came over.

Yesterday I picked up my brother (who will from now on be referred to as Bro) and we came up to our apartment. Master and him played Magic The Gathering for a while. We relaxed and what not and finally I got sick of waiting for SS to call. So I called her, and woke her up from a nap.

I asked her if she still wanted to get together for dinner and she said yes. So we made plans for 5:45pm to meet up at the restaurant. So Master, Bro, and I all just kind of sat around and talked. I tried not to push him to talk about his relationship with his girlfriend. I think I did rather well. It was that whole big sister instinct kicking in and wanting to go into protect mode, and then the friend side of it going, "Nah he'll talk in his own time" fighting against one another. The friend part won, thankfully.

So finally dinner time comes around. Master and I sat on one side and Bro and SS sat on the other. SS had an immediate attitude. I don't know why. I honestly think it is because she is used to just having Master and I around when we hang out and suddenly she wasn't the center of attention. I think that kind of pissed her off. Oh fucking well.

We got done eating and then sat there trying to figure out what we wanted to do. SS wanted to go to a movie, but really I didn't want to go to the theater with her. If it had just been Master and Bro, sure. But not with SS as well.

Then SS said she wanted to drink. Well Bro doesn't drink (he's old enough to, he just can't because of the medication he's on). I'm not a big drinker. I'll have maybe one or two. Master is about the same as me. SS on the other hand can drink like a fish.

So someone suggested maybe we should just hit a store and pick up what we want and go back to the apartment instead. It's cheaper, you don't have to deal with drunk people, and you don't have to tip anyone. So that's what we decided to do.

Master got a six pack of Black Jack Cola (which is basically Jack Daniels with coke already mixed in). I got a six pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade, and SS got a six pack of some kind of beer.

We went back to our apartment and hung out. We watched a movie and spent the rest of the time talking. I only had one of my drinks. Master had two of His. And SS had four of hers. I think she only stopped because she realized everyone else had stopped drinking long before she did.

SS was actually starting to piss me off last night. She was cutting people off when they were talking, which is a major pet peeve of mine. She also stayed later than I thought she would. At one point her daughter called and asked her to come home. She started getting ready to leave and then stayed for another hour. About 15 minutes before she left, I stood up and then Master stood up. Kind of like, "Come on now, let's get going here." So she stood up and gave us hugs goodbye before talking for another 10 minutes. *sigh* Finally she was out the door.

Bro, Master, and myself all sat around and talked more until about 2am. Bro opened up and Master and I basically told him no matter what happens, don't let her walk all over you.

We then went to bed and I made sure that I was up at 10am. That way we could all have McDonald's breakfast! Yummy. Shortly after we were done eating, I took Bro back down to our mom's house, since that is where he is staying for now. He said he had a great time and can't wait to do it again soon. Hopefully next time Master's Xbox 360 will be back in working order. We are still waiting on the shipping label to be sent to us so we can ship it off to be repaired.

When I got back home Master and I played Magic for a little while.

Then my mom called. Apparently, some light was shed on the situation going on with my father. My mother's sister's husband (my aunt's husband basically) called my dad last night and they talked for over two hours. They used to be best friends back in high school and I'm sure for my dad it was great to unload everything that is going on.

Okay, so, according to what my father told him this is what is actually going on.

DW found someone else and has been dating said guy for 5 months. About a month and a half ago she told my dad this, and they have since broken up. Dad then found someone else, and has been seeing her for a while. (It seems he got over DW very quickly.) And this chick isn't my age, or even close to it. In fact she is two years older than my father. So she's 50. I guess when he told my brother all this he said younger, meaning that this woman is younger than DW (who is 60).

He hasn't said anything to me or told Bro all the details because he doesn't want to make us think he's a bad person for getting over a 10 year relationship so quickly. But shit, after what I originally thought this isn't anything at all!

Again this is all according to what my dad told my uncle.

So now I feel like shit for the things I've said about my dad. But that's the problem with not having all the details. And I still don't really. And I won't until my dad tells me himself.

But hey, I vented in the previous post. Shit happens. I just hope my dad is okay. I also hope that my brother gets his shit figured out rather quickly.

This weekend has gone by rather quickly. I would have liked for it to have gone more slowly. I'm back to work tomorrow already, and it's already 4:32pm. *sigh* At least I have the rest of the afternoon/evening with Master.

Holy Hell, Batman!

Okay yeah... so yesterday was interesting. So interesting in fact that Master allowed me to skip my blog post because He knew I was upset (as in angry) and the fact that I just had a lot on my mind.

So yeah. This is going to get garbled unless I just get the small stuff out of the way and then go into the bigger stuff.

My mom called me yesterday while I was on my lunch break to tell me two things. As a result of finding out these two things I went down to my dad's shortly after I got out of work, only he wasn't there. Just DW was. And nothing was said about either of the pieces of information that my mother informed me of. I acted, of course, like I didn't know what was going on. And it seems that my father is avoiding me to a point. Master and I didn't get home until late, and I stayed up really late. But hey, we had incredible sex so who am I to bitch?

Okay, so now that I was incredibly vague, here are the two pieces of information...

First:

My brother has been with his girlfriend longer than Master and I have been together. They have been together for about 7 1/2 years and they have two small children together. (My nephews.) They are not married, but were living together. Well apparently last Sunday his girlfriend told him that they needed to talk. During the talk she said that she loves him, but isn't in love with him anymore. She then told him that she needed time to think things over and asked him to leave the apartment until Wednesday.

My brother is unemployed at the moment, and he was trying to keep this information to himself. So he was couch surfing at friends houses until Wednesday. Well Wednesday came and she said she needed more time and didn't want him to come back until this upcoming Sunday. So my brother finally broke down and called my mom, who then told him that he could stay at her place for as long as he wanted. So he is currently living at my mother's house.

My brother thinks that there is another man. (By the way, my brother is 25 and she is 22. Just in case anyone was wondering.) His (ex?) girlfriend has always been the type to wear sweatpants and a t-shirt. She never wore make-up or did anything with her hair. Well in this past month she has spent over $500 on clothing, bought make-up, and started getting her hair done. She basically has done a 180. She also hasn't been affectionate with him in a really long time, and has started going out four times a week, immediatley after work and then showering as soon as she gets in the door.

Clear signs, but she won't admit to anything and says she hasn't decided yet whether or not she still wants to be with my brother. They are supposed to talk on Sunday.

My brother is coming over tomorrow and probably spending the night. He hasn't been to our apartment in well over a year and we haven't really hung out in a long, long time.

Okay. So there's that.

Second:

My brother found out this following information by asking my dad whether he could sleep at his place for a night. My dad pulled my brother into a different room and said that it probably wasn't a good idea because my dad sleeps on the couch, so my brother would have no place to sleep.

My brother asked what was going on. My dad said that him and his girlfriend of 10 years broke up about a month and a half ago. She is moving out in April and my dad is already seeing someone else. In fact he is seeing someone that he was cheating on his girlfriend with. Now keep in mind I have seen my dad during that month and a half period and he hasn't said dick. I think the only reason he told my brother is because he asked to spend the night.

And yes, it's my dad's life not mine. But um.... ya know. What was he going to do? Wait for me to come over sometime in April and when I asked where DW was, lay it on me then? Plus my dad and I are supposed to be close.

All of this smacks of when my dad divorced my mother. He was cheating on my mother (they were together for 25 years) with DW (his now recent ex girlfriend) and him and DW had been together ever since. Well, this time there is a new twist. See, DW is 11 years older than my father. My father is 48.

This time he is apparently dating someone who is younger. As in much younger. My brother said that Dad wouldn't say her exact age and only said, "Well she's some where between your sister (meaning me) and Master's real name's age."

So this chick is somwhere between 26 and 34 years old. If the woman is closer to Master's age, I don't think it'll really bother me. But if she is my age or within a year of that, I think I'll freak out.

I'm all for people being happy. But that is just something that my mind can't quite wrap around. My dad dating someone who is the same age as me? *shudders* Weird!

Plus I am very disappointed in my father. He cheated on my mom and then left her for someone else. This time he was cheating on his girlfriend of a fucking decade and is actually the one getting dumped because she found out my dad was cheating. You think he would fucking learn.

Grow. The. Fuck. Up. Dad.

If you want out of a relationship be a man and fucking say so! If you found someone else, fine. It is what it is. But you don't do it behind the other person's back for an extended period of time and then force the relationship to break due to your actions.

Okay, I'll admit. I cheated on my ex. He cheated on me and I wasn't sure how the hell to get out of the relationship. So I looked elsewhere. I was 20 years old. I actually cheated on my ex, with my now Husband. But as I said I was 20 years old. I was stupid.

My dad is 48 and has been down this road before! UGH!

I'm not perfect, but he is the one that lectured ME about not cheating and being a good enough person to leave first, when he found that out. I grew up, why the hell can't he?

And I fully believe, and have since that time, that you leave first and get your rocks off later.

*sigh*

So last night while I was venting to Master I gave Him a big hug and said, "I'm glad You and I are okay." He kissed the top of my head and said, "Me too."

Is It Friday Yet?

Man alive! I wish it was Friday. This work week has been weird. Either I'm so busy I can't see straight, or I'm so bored off my ass that I'm walking up to the receptionist and asking if she needs help mailing anything out.

That's fucked up. There just isn't a happy medium at all this week.

Last night Master used me, which was great. It's been a while since that's happened.

Master called me today at work to tell me that His Xbox 360 Elite system has to be sent in for repairs, which sucks ass. That takes about two weeks, and we pretty much rely on that thing (aside from the computer that is) for entertainment. We watch our Netflix through there, we both play video games... and we don't have cable or satellite. So now we have to rely more on the computer and the small DVD collection that we have. As well as the DVDs that come through the mail from Netflix.

So yeah. That's all that's new right now really.

Well, I did talk to my supervisor today. You see, we have these orthopedic chairs at work. They curve to your spine and are supposed to promote good posture while you're sitting down. Well, since I'm short (or fun sized as they say) it doesn't curve to my spine correctly. I've been dealing with that damn chair for almost a year now.

It's highly uncomfortable because I'm always having to adjust how I'm sitting, or lean forward. So I finally broke down and talked to my supervisor. He said he understood and would order a new chair for me. Rock on! At my last job I had the same problem, but they didn't order me a new chair. Oh no. They rolled out one of the older chairs that was a piece of shit and told me to use that instead. And that was after a year and a half (damn near) at that company. Fuckers.

Fuck You Tuesday.

And by that, I am telling the day of the week, Tuesday, to fuck off. I just wanted to clarify in case someone reading this is actually named Tuesday. Hey, it could happen.

Last night Master and I had exchanged back rubs, but His back was still bothering Him. His spine wasn't straight and it was causing the surrounding muscles to pitch a bitch fit. So we ended up curling up and falling asleep, instead of fucking. But with Master's back how it was, we didn't really want to push it, so it was probably for the best.

So let's see.. How did work go?

Thank you for asking.

Well, let's see here. First, I was tired for some stupid reason when I first got up, and the sluggishness didn't wear off until about an hour into my shift. On top of that, because of a mistake my direct coworker made that she had to fix, I ended up doing her job for two hours before I could start on mine.

Then towards the end of the day my trainer walked up to me and asked me to enter in 450 items into the system because someone else was backlogged. I pulled it off, yet again. My fingers kinda hurt. Damn me and my fast typing skills!

As Master says sometimes I am a victim of my success. It seems to be true at any job I've had. I do my best, I work my tail off, and then I get sucked into helping everyone else who is lagging behind for one reason or another.

But at least at my current job they seem to notice it. And I get thanked by my trainer! At my old jobs it was expected of me, and that was that.

Wow did that sound conceited. Oh well. It's true. (That it happens. Not that I am conceited.)

So when I walked in the door today Master could tell that I've had one hell of a day! So He's been making me laugh and was affectionate with me shortly after I got undressed and had relaxed for a little bit, which was nice.

Also I made my first dentist appointment. *dun dun dun* It's on February 6th. Thank Gods for dentists that are open on Saturdays. And also? I'm glad I decided against that whole university dentist school thingy. AM, the guy in my carpool, has a fiance who just so happens to work at said university. She went to them for dental work and she hated it. She says that while yes it is cheaper, she was in a lot of pain afterward and it was just a horrible experience.

Plus as Master said tonight, with my fear (literal) of dentists, he would rather me not go somewhere where students are going to be performing the procedures. He thinks I would freak out more knowing that I was a test subject. He's probably right.

I freak out at dentists. I shake like I'm having a whole body spasm. I cry. I hyperventalate. It's not a pretty sight. And since the dentist I had the consultation with is someone I actually liked and didn't freak out while just talking to (which is very rare) Master would rather we pay a little more just to put my mind at ease.

So the first appointment is made. It's going to be an exam, cleaning, and x-rays. After that I schedule my first appointment for a cavity to be filled. Master and I talked about it, and if we just do one a month, we should be able to afford it with no problems. We'll of course start with the worst cavity and just work our way down to the smallest one. It'll take time, but step by step we'll get there.

And depending on what we get back in taxes (if anything) we may be able to get some more done than originally planned.

Feeling Better

I'm feeling much better today. I was honestly upset that I didn't feel well last night because I was so hoping to get laid. Damn you stomach!

I'm still not 100%, but after a night like last night that doesn't really surprise me.

But I went to work! Master was awake before I was this morning, which was kind of odd. But it was nice to spend some time with Him before I went to work. Work went by quickly until about 2pm. Then I ran out of work and was bored out of my mind. My trainer kept trying to find things for me to do, and even had me start on tomorrow's work load just to pass the time.

On the way home, MZ (the driver in the carpool) had to pick up her boyfriend. (I finally got sick of trying to describe who they were so I decided to "name" them. The Cast page has been updated.)

Her boyfriend seems like a real asshole. He's always rude to her and to AM and myself whenever we stop to pick him up on our way home from work.

Once we got to my place I ran into the apartment and grabbed some money and ran it back out to MZ. I kept forgetting to give her gas money for the past two weeks! Thankfully I was able to ask Master to run to the ATM for me while I was at work, so it would be waiting for me when I got home.

Master had dinner ready shortly after I walked back in the door. It was delicious! Now He is watching some show on Netflix, and I'm just relaxing and dicking around online.

Not a lot of depth to talk about.

My brother is going through a really rough time right now. :-( His bitch of a girlfriend is basically telling him that she's not happy with him anymore, but also in the same breath is telling him she doesn't want him to leave because he's a built in babysitter (they have two children together) and a built in errand boy. My brother currently does not have a job. A lot of places ,I think, are afraid to hire him due to his history of seizures. And due to some health issues that he has, he doesn't have the mentality of a "normal" person his age. He doesn't know what to do without his girlfriend and I think he's honestly afraid of leaving her, because we all know she would try and make it so he would never see his sons again, because she's an evil bitch.

I don't know what to tell him. I've been in a relationship like that before, and I was honestly hoping he would learn from my mistakes (he's my younger brother). But unfortunately he had to learn for himself, the hard way. And there isn't much I can do for him.

I've told him he can crash here if he ever needs to get away. And that he can call anytime he needs to talk.

But I don't know if he'll ever take me up on those offers. When we see each other he just wants to forget about his troubles and have a good time with us, which I can't really blame him for.

Feeling Icky

Today started off well. Master let me sleep in until around noon. He has been very affectionate all day, which I've been loving. Shortly after Master got out of the shower, we headed out to run errands.

We picked up a new flash drive, so I can back up important documents from our computer. It's an 8GB flash drive, which is awesome since my last one was 356MB. Yeah. Huge upgrade there. I got a new pair of jeans. We picked up dog food, a 2010 calendar (finally), and some other miscellaneous things we needed around the apartment.

We then went out for lunch, and I think that's what did me in. We went to our usual place but apparently my body decided it didn't like it very much today.

I have felt like hell since about an hour after we got home. My stomach doesn't know if it wants to settle down or still be upset. Blah.

I don't want to miss work tomorrow because I'm out of personal time, which means that I would have to make the time up, which would suck. But Master says He doesn't want me going to work if my stomach is still so up and down. So we shall see. I'm drinking water and that's about it. I'm hungry though, but I'm not sure if eating is such a great idea right now.

I don't really feel up to posting right now. I feel somewhat weak at the moment, and just kind of spacey.

Let's hope I feel a lot better within the next couple of hours.

Yesterday & Today

Yesterday after I got out of work, I was dropped off at home by my carpool. I walked in the door, and got changed. Master and I headed out shortly there after.

We went down to His home town to have dinner with His mother and her fiancé. The food was good. We talked and gave them their cards and gifts. About an hour later, we then headed down to my dad's. We stayed there for a few hours before finally heading back home.

I took my bath and Master and I relaxed and watching a movie, until Master decided it was time to go to bed. He had allowed me to skip my blog post because I had been up since 6am and we had gotten home late.

When we got to bed we fucked, came back out into the living room for a cigarette, and then went back to bed, curled up and fell asleep.

Today the alarm going off tore me out of sleep rather violently. It was weird. I heard the alarm go off, and the minute my eyes popped open all of my defenses were up and online.

My heart was racing and I very quickly sat up in bed and scanned the room. I have no idea why this was. I looked at Master and He was sleeping soundly. I rationally told myself that if something was really wrong He would have woken up as well. It must have been a dream that somehow made its way into my waking mind. *shrugs*

I turned off the alarm and had to sit there for a few moments before I was able to calm myself down.

I went into the living room and got ready. I had a consultation scheduled at a local dentist. The problem is that I have cavities, and while they don't hurt me, I want them taken care of before they do. I haven't been to a dentist since before we were married. Why?

Well we've never had health insurance, let alone dental insurance. The ones that are offered through my job(s) over the years have never been that great, and are expensive as hell to boot. This includes my current job. So I haven't really been able to afford a lot of things to be done. Not to mention the fact that dentists scare the hell out of me. When I was 14 I had my wisdom teeth pulled out (all four) and that son of a bitch was a butcher. I had complications from it. He didn't suction at all while he was doing it, so I was swallowing all of my blood. My mother had paid extra to have him knock me out, but instead he used laughing gas. I was awake the entire time.

Needless to say it kind of scarred me, and has made me afraid of dentists ever since. The mere thought of having to go is enough to make me start shaking, or possibly cry.

Master woke up shortly before I left. He assured me I would be fine. He reminded me that it was only a consultation, so not to worry too much.

So I went. The doctor was very nice. He didn't lecture the shit out of me. Instead he said that he understands, especially since I haven't had dental insurance since I was 18, how these things could happen. He had a very good bedside (chair side?) manner.

He told me that he would want to start with x-rays, an exam, and a cleaning. He said that would cost about $110, up front. That is a lot better than the other places that I called that said it would be $250.

Basically since I don't have dental insurance I would have to pay immediately after the procedure. He told me to fill a cavity, it would probably cost around $160.

So it would be a long, and well obviously expensive, process. But I liked the doctor.

It's just being able to afford it that is the problem. Master and I will have to budget it in somehow. I've also thought about looking into dental insurance outside of my job to see if that would make more sense financially.

Our friend SS works at a dental office, but he is much further from home and doesn't take patients without insurance. But I told her all this and she told me of a University that does it at about 50% cheaper, because it's a learning tool. But I don't know if I like the idea of a student fumbling around in my mouth, even if there is a regular dentist right there.

I'm not to thrilled about having to get all of this work done. (Quite a few cavities unfortunately.) It scares me honestly. For whatever reason I can handle going to a regular doctor a lot better than I can handle going to a dentist. But I'll get through it. This needs to be taken care of, one way or another.

Tommorow Is Gonna Be Busy

Work was busy as hell today. There I got that out of the way.

Today was pretty boring, until I got home. Master and I had already had dinner and He was bored, and so was I. He asked me what I wanted to do. I said I didn't know.

So I knelt in front of Him for some affection and from there it led to His dick being in my mouth. Odd how that happens. ;-)

So I sucked His cock for a little while before kneeling back and saying, "Wanna fuck?" (I left out the nice shoes part because He wasn't wearing any at the time.)

He shrugged, said sure, and off to the bedroom with us for some great sex! Yay for getting laid!

Don't you love how romantic we are? *giggles* Oh the subtle ways of seduction....

Anyway, we've been chilling in the living room since then.

But tomorrow is going to be busy. First I go to work. I normally end up working around 9 hours each day because I clock in early, and I cut my normally 45 minute long lunch to 20 minutes just to get some extra time on the paycheck.

From there I will be dropped off at home, and then Master and I will head out to have dinner with His mother and her fiance, KB. After dinner we are going down to my father's.

I have a feeling I'm going to be exhausted tomorrow. *nods*

Oh. And I just have to get this out, cause Master doesn't take compliments very well. He usually shrugs at them. So here, when I compliment Him.. I can get it all out and He can't shrug... Well at least until He reads this post.

Last night on the way back from His mother's house, we were driving along and we had come to a red light. We weren't that far from home. And sometimes when we're in the car I just like looking at Him.

He's handsome, what can I say.

And I'm looking at His face, and just smiling to myself. And I realized that He only seems to be getting better looking through the years.

Don't get me wrong, I had the hots for Him before I even met Him face to face. I've always found Him very attractive.

But it's like the longer we are together, the more I am attracted to Him.

Normally you hear how after a while you just get used to the other person and don't really notice such things. Or you aren't as attracted to them as you once were.

I just seem to get more and more addicted to Him as the years pass us by.

There. I got that out of my system. Shrug away Sir! *laughs*

Two More Days...

... until the weekend! Yay!

I ended up falling asleep on the couch last night around 11pm. Master woke me up a few hours later so we could go to the bedroom. I slept better, but I was still pretty tired today while at work.

Work was busy, but I was more relaxed about it today. I didn't allow myself to get stressed out, which was nice.

Towards the end of my work day Master called me and told me that He had an errand to run shortly after I got home. His mother's fiance, KB, had called and needed help getting a large tool cabinet out of the back of his pick up truck.

KB is the one that had a quadruple bypass surgery not that long ago. So my mother-in-law didn't want him attempting to do it by himself. I don't blame her.

Well His mother insisted that Master bring someone with to help out so KB wouldn't really have to do anything. She wanted Master to bring BC with. But Master knew I could help just as easily. So I went with.

We got down there around 7:45pm. KB backed up his truck, and got a makeshift ramp and put it on the tailgate of the truck. Master got up on the truck to position the tool cabinet in the middle of the bed of the truck. He then held out His hand and pulled me up onto the truck. Master then got down, stood at the bottom of the ramp. I pushed, He pulled, and we had it down in no time flat.

We all then went inside and my mother-in-law asked if KB  had to lift anything. I said no. She said, "So (insert Master's name) did it Himself?"

I blinked a few times and said, "Uh no. I got up there and pushed. Master pulled and that was that."

She was shocked. "You shouldn't have done that!"

She is one of those women that believes that physical labor of any kind is not something a woman should do. That's man's work, don't ya know. She would never do such a thing, she might break a nail. *snorts*

So I laughed and said, "Ma, I've helped remodel a living room, a kitchen, and a dining room. I've helped rip down an old garage and put up a new one. Not to mention putting up drywall in a basement. That was nothing."

We did a lot of remodeling when I was growing up. And we only hired people to do it for us when we did the roof and siding on the house. Everything else was my dad, my uncle, my brother and myself.

We stayed for about a half hour and then headed back home.

Now, I'm off to take my bath! Then Master and I are going to watch the Season Finale of Season 3 for The Tudors.

That makes me a little sad because I have to wait for Season 4 to come to Netflix!

Tuesdays Aren't Much Better

Last night after my post I was dead on my feet. Like I barely wanted to move. Master wasn't tired, and I didn't want to go to bed by myself, so I asked if I could sleep by Him, in the living room.

He granted it, so I fell asleep on the couch. That is until I woke up for no apparent reason. I was awake for about a half hour before again I felt like shit and was really groggy.

So I finally broke down and asked Master if I could go to bed. Again He granted it. I didn't sleep very well. He came to bed around 2:30am. I think I slept a bit more soundly after that. But it seemed like only minutes later (when in fact it was several hours later) my alarm was going off and I had to go to work.

Work was again hectic today, again mainly due to my coworker.

She was being lazy again and complaining about how tired she was. Apparently she went to some guy's house last night (mind you she's only been separated from her husband for about a week tops and hasn't filed divorce papers yet) and was there really late. I told her to save that kind of stuff for the weekends. To which she replied, "Well I'm single now there is no way I'm spending each night at home!"

*sigh*

So anyway, I gave her the cold shoulder today. I helped her when she actually needed it but besides that I told her to handle her own stuff and to maybe stop standing around and talking so much. I told her to buckle down and do her work.

This whole week seems like it is going to be pretty busy. And that's just at work!

Then my mother-in-law had originally wanted us to go out to dinner with her and her fiance for dinner on Saturday. Well now she has changed her mind and decided that Friday at 6pm works better for them. I don't normally get home until 5:30pm, and it's about a half hour drive to where she wants to meet up. So I'll basically walk in the door, and head right back out again.

Master said we could try and push it back to Saturday again, but then my mind starting rolling around the thought that if we get it out of the way on Friday, that means we get the whole weekend to ourselves! *gasp* So yeah. Friday will be annoying, but I'd rather deal with a long Friday than having to leave our comfy apartment to go see her and her fiance on Saturday.

It took me a long time to fully wake up today. I didn't feel completely functional until about 2pm today, and that was only with a little over 2 hours left at work. Ugh.

I think my body might be trying to fight something off. I don't feel sick, but I am really tired. I mean when two cups of coffee and a mountain dew don't wake you up, you're fucking tired.

Tonight when I got home from work we had dinner and now have the last two discs of The Tudors Season 3. After this we'll have to wait for Season 4 to be released and available on Netflix! I love that show. So we watched a couple of episodes.

Now? I'm going to relax a bit.

Garfield Was Right

And by Garfield, I mean the orange cartoon cat. Mondays suck ass. Okay, so Garfield never said ass, but I'm sure he would have if the damn editors weren't so worried about pissing people off as they ate their toast and sipped their coffee. Those close minded bastards.

It's a good thing Master and I ended the weekend by having sex, other wise I might have gone insane today at work. Ah sex. The ultimate stress relief.

Work started off fine, for a Monday. It was busy, as it normally is. But then my coworker kept telling me how tired she was, and how she wasn't feeling well. She was back logged on her work for the day, so she asked me to help. And with me being a nice person, at work anyway, I hopped right in and helped while putting my work to the side for the moment.

So I finish the stack of work she asked me to help with and I stand up and look over the cubicle wall to hand her the papers back. And what do I see? Is she busting ass trying to keep up with the work flow? Oh no. that would make sense, seeing as I just cranked out about 50 sheets worth of data entry and she had less than that to do.

No. She was sitting there, hovering over her touch screen cell phone fucking texting people. So I slammed the papers on her desk and said, "Wow." She jumped a little and said, "What?"

I said, "Must be nice to have down time. Ya know, you might want to put that away and start doing your work so I don't have to swoop in and help you."

I was pissed. First I know that if she gets behind on her work, and it comes to our supervisor's attention I'll get shit for it as well because we're supposed to help one another when it's busy. And I have no problem doing that, as long as the other person is putting in the same amount of effort. I'm not there to make her day easier so she can text people and get fucking paid for it.

Now, admittedly, there are times where my Master will call me at work. We talk for tops 10 - 15 minutes. And ya know what the funny thing is? I keep working while talking to Him! I can multitask like that.

And I thought about going to my supervisor about it. But then I remembered the last time I brought this kind of shit to his attention. He brushed me off, and basically said that if "we" couldn't get "our" shit together, he'd have to find someone who could.

And I realize this coworker of mine is going through a rough time. She's living with her mother because she found her husband cheating on her, so she left him. I get that. But I'm sorry, that doesn't mean you come to work and slack off like that. I could understand if she was emotional and needed to go to the restroom for a little while or something. That I get. But she doesn't even seem upset by this fact. Plus she's texting guys that she wants to hook up with. So yeah, I doubt she is traumatized.

After I slammed that stuff on her desk and what not, she started doing her work. I think she is starting to realize that I'm not so nice all the time, and that I'm not going to do her work and mine unless it's truly because she needs the help with it. Not just because she wants to slack off.

Then my trainer comes over and says, "(Insert coworkers name here) did you get that packet done on Saturday?'

You see, before we switched job responcibilities, she had a packet that she had to enter into the system since November. It is now January, and it wasn't entered yet.

So my trainer had handed it to me on Friday and told me to put it as my top priority. Okay no problem! Got it covered. But then my coworkers popped up and said she wanted it because she was coming in this past Saturday for some overtime, because she really needs the money. The trainer said that was fine, as long as it got done.

Well guess who didn't fucking come in on Saturday. *ding ding ding ding ding* You win a cookie!

So the packet wasn't done yet. I had some of my other work to still complete and by this time we only had three hours left in the work day. So my trainer looks at me and says, "I'm sorry but we really need this in! It's over four weeks overdue."

I tell her it's not a problem and that I'll do my best.

Now this is a 111 page packet, with about 35 items on each page that need to be entered into the system. Anyone wanna guess how many pages my coworker got done from November until today?

*waits*

Okay I'll tell you. 15.

That left me with 96 pages. And at 35 items per page that comes to a grand total of 3,360 items to type in. With three hours left to the day.

I pulled it off! I couldn't believe it. I mean I know I'm a fast typist, especially when it comes to data entry because my brain seems to have formed this odd copy and paste function. Copy with the eyes, paste with the fingers moving at mach 3.

And when I was finally done and I printed off the list and matched it to the packet I had zero errors. Whoo-hoo! Go me!

My trainer was impressed when I dropped it off at her desk.

At the end of the work day I told my coworker that she better step it up. She gave me an odd look as if to say, "And what is that supposed to mean?" I just shrugged and walked off.

I've told her countless times that if she keeps texting, and browsing the internet, and talking on the phone all day, she's going to get in trouble. And I get having some down time during the work day. I take small breaks too. I walk to the lunch room for coffee. I talk to Master for 10 minutes. Small things like that. But what she does is just.... irresponsible.

Plus she's been with the company for over a year and a half. I'm only on the 10 month mark. Gah. That kind of shit just pisses me off.

But now I'm home. And Master made sure I had time to relax and just be. He's been affectionate and loving. He's made me laugh and I can't thank Him enough for it. It's exactly what I needed tonight.

It's the End of the Weekend. Boo!

Well it's the early evening on a Sunday. That can only mean one thing. It's weekend is almost over!

Boo!

Hiss!

Blah!

Seriously though, my job isn't that bad. In fact it's the best job I've had. But still, the weekend being almost over sucks none the less.

Last night Master and I had incredible sex. (When don't we?) But due to our tattoos still healing, we're still having to be careful about how we do things. So I was on my stomach and He was kneeling behind me, bouncing me off of His cock. For the first time since we've gotten these tattoos (which is about a week ago) He pinned me down. I had missed it so fucking much. Normally when He pins me it is by my shoulders. Well of course He can't do that right now, so instead He put one hand on my hip and one hand on the back of my neck. *purrs* Yummy stuff.

It was about 4am by the time we had finished and were ready to curl up. So we slept in until noon today, which was very nice.

Today has been pretty lazy, except for the one time I left the apartment today. Master needed benadryl and we wanted fast food for dinner. So I went to Walgreens and got the benadryl. Master wanted McDonalds, and I wanted Taco Bell. So I went to Taco Bell and got my food. Then I went to McDonalds. As I was leaving there, I remembered that we needed cigarettes, so I made another quick stop at the gas station. It really didn't take that long, but it felt like forever because it was cold outside and I wanted to go back home and be lazy.

And so I have been! Master has been allowing me lounge about and relax today, which has been great. He's been giving me lots of pets and just generally being affectionate. So I've been lapping that up as well. Hopefully more great sex later this evening and then it's back to the normal week bullshit.

Before I'm Tired or Loopy

Before I'm tired and/or loopy because I'm slap happy I thought I'd do my post. The past few days that I've been doing my blog posts, I have been tired or slap happy. I don't know if that comes across in the post or not. But either way, I thought I'd give posting a blog post while fully awake a try.

Today we went down to visit my mother. My brother was there as well. We gave him a card and a gift, as his birthday is Monday. He'll be 25. And soon enough (March) I'll be 27. It's kind of weird seeing him get older. Sometimes you forget that while you're aging, the people around you are doing it too. He's kind of in a bad spot right now, so I feel for him.

He wants to come up and visit some time soon, but figuring out when is the difficult part, as I work during the week and he can't really come up on the weekends because of his girlfriend being a major bitch. But we'll figure it out eventually.

I'm glad that Master and my brother get along. My brother and I didn't get along very well when we were growing up, and I know there are aspects of our lives that the other doesn't necessarily agree with, but that's how things go. But now? We get along. We joke around and what not.

Something kind of dawned on me today. Three major people in my life have died previously. They live on what I call "borrowed time".

Master died when He was 10, during a surgery. But here He is now, alive and kicking. I tease Him for having a heart beat. He still tries to deny it.

My mother died twice while giving birth to my brother. Each time she was brought back. I was almost 2 at the time. She's alive and well obviously.

And my brother. He was a still born. Unfortunately he was gone so long that he has permanent brain damage because of it. As a result, he is almost 25 but has the mentality of about a 16 year old. His brain doesn't not mature at a "normal" rate. He also has other health problems as a result of it. But again, there he is, almost 25 now.

Three people I know have "cheated" death. And I'm so glad that they did. My mother gets on my nerves, and is a drama queen most of the time, but I love her.

My brother is a pain in the ass, but he's a good guy, and I love him.

And then of course there is Master. My mate. I never would have known Him if He had slipped away when He was 10. I shudder to think what my life would have been like.

Wow. This post went morbid rather quickly. I have no idea why. I just kind of sat down and started typing.

Half Day

Last night when it was around my usual bedtime during the work week Master wasn't tired. So I slept on my slave mat until He was ready to go to bed. I could have just gone to the bedroom, but I don't sleep well when He isn't near by. And apparently down the hall is just to far away.

It's a good thing I fell asleep though because when Master woke me up to let me know He was ready to go to bed, it was 1:30am. So I stumbled into the bedroom and we went to sleep.

I got up at 6:10 this morning. Master got up as well. My alarm woke Him up and then as I was getting out of bed I accidentally hit His knee. :-( He wasn't mad or anything, He was just up so He decided to stay awake.

It was nice to get to spend some time with Him before work though.

Speaking of work, the whole four hours I had to work today went by very quickly, which was nice.

Shortly after I got home Master and I decided we were hungry, so we went out to eat.

My tattoo is flaking like crazy, and it fucking itches. And yes, I know the trick of slapping it. But since it's on the back of my right shoulder, I can't do that very easily. The few times I did it stung like a mother fucker. So I'll just deal with the itching for now. Hopefully it'll be done soon.

It's only 8:00pm, which is nice. I'm kinda tired right now though. Tomorrow we are going down to visit my mom for a while. And next weekend we are visiting Master's mother. Thankfully both things are on a Saturday. I prefer staying home as much as I can on a Sunday, so I can just relax and be comfortable the day before I go back to work.

Ready For The Weekend

Well, I am officially ready for the weekend. Work was pretty easy today, but I've been sleeping like shit lately. So I'm not feeling the greatest. For the past two nights I have been waking up every hour or so. Now while I can roll over and just go back to sleep rather easily, it still sucks ass and is apparently effecting how I'm feeling.

Let's hope tonight I can sleep all the way through the night until my alarm goes off in the morning.

When I got up for work this morning I immediatley called the phone number that tells us if the office is open or not (weather related). Of course it was open. The carpool left about 20 minutes early, and it's a good thing we did. Although the snow wasn't that bad yet, people were just driving very slowly, and so we only got to work 10 minutes before we were supposed to clock in for the day.

But the point is we made it, and were on time! The office did close an hour and a half early however due to the weather. You would have thought we were throwing a party the way everyone cheered when the e-mail was sent out. I called Master to let Him know that I would be home earlier than usual. He sounded very happy about that.

Once I got home we relaxed for a little bit, and the weather seemed to have died down, so we decided to head down to my dad's for a bit. That is a 45 minute drive away.

We left earlier than we normally would have, because the snow kicked back up. The drive home was long, but Master got us home safely. We still hadn't had dinner, so we just now finished eating. It's almost 10pm and I still have to go take my bath! I normally go to bed around 11pm. I have to get up earlier than usual in the morning in case the weather is still bad.

We currently have between 10 to 12 inches accumulated, and weather.com says we should be getting another 1 to 4 over night. Oh the joys of winter.

Thankfully, if the office is open, I only have four hours of work to get through before I can start my weekend.

Our tattoos are still in the healing process. They are starting to flake a little bit, which is perfectly normal and actually a bit sooner than I thought they would. So that's awesome. With any luck just a few more days and it'll be fully healed, and I can lay on my back again!

It Can Be Spring Now

Work went well today. It was more laid back than usual for me, with the change in job responsibilities. I even got praise from my trainer! Which was awesome.

Ya see my coworker and I switched job duties, per my supervisor's instructions, so that I can learn more of the department. I've been doing the same thing for 9 months, and he felt it was time for me to learn the other aspects of my job title. Well my coworker today realized just how hectic my old responsibilities can be! But she was being lazy about it. Someone walked up to her and asked her for something. Well she didn't have it done and it needed to go out in oh.. five minutes. So she was trying to push it off till tomorrow, and the person who was asking for it was not having it. So I did her a favor by going and getting something she needed to complete the task. My trainer saw this and said, "Wow! A team player! That's what I like to see. You're doing a great job, by the way." So that made me smile.

According to weather.com we're supposed to get between 6 to 10 inches of snow tomorrow. Fun. So the driver of the carpool said that she'd probably be leaving her house about 20 minutes early, so that means I have to get up earlier than usual to make sure I'm ready by the time she gets here.

This also means that the drive home will probably take forever, which will suck.

So yeah. I'm sick of the snow already and I want it to be warmer. Not like hot or anything, just above 40 degrees would be good. Just a few more months of this crap.

I'm just kind of here today. I think it is partially due to the coming weather, as well as the fact that since I don't want to sit back all the way due to my new tattoo, my shoulders are not happy with me. The things I put up with to decorate my skin. *giggles*

Both of our tattoos are healing nicely though. Master's is looking kick ass! Mine I can't see really well because of the placement, but Master assures me that it rocks. *nods* He says it is, there for it must be true. Plus the man has great taste in tattoos.

My father-in-law told me that instead of taking the carpool to work maybe I should go buy skis and get to work cross country style. I told him if I did that Master would have to find me, chisel me off the ground, and then light a fire somewhere so I could thaw out.

Another Day, Another Dollar

Although thankfully I make more than $1.00 per day. If that was all I made I'd probably go live in a cave somewhere or something. I don't know what I'd do really, but it sure as hell wouldn't be what I do now.

Last night Master and I retired to the bedroom. He said that I seemed really tired and that I should probably sleep. But I was horny as well. So I laid on my stomach, and He was on His side and I started kissing Him. He allowed it, so that turned into nuzzling and more kissing, and biting! So I said, "I know! We could have a quickie! That way we both still get off and we still get enough sleep!" And I said it in such a way that it seemed like the best idea in the history of ideas, which made Him laugh. But that's exactly what happened. We had a quickie and then went to sleep. Hooray!

This morning I had to get up a bit earlier than usual because I was the one driving the carpool to work and back today. So that sucked. I picked up the other two people and we made it to work really early. But that just means more money on the paycheck, so I can't really bitch there.

Work was busy, and on top of my work load being pretty heavy my department had two meetings during which both were of course scheduled during my peak busy periods. The one in the morning and the one in the afternoon. Thank you very much Mr. Supervisor.

Once work was over, I dropped the other two people off at their houses and then hit the gas station to pick up a couple of things. Once I got home Master and I ate dinner. Then I had to talk SS down because she was freaking out about some family issues. Thankfully she's okay, just stressed out. Poor girl.

Shortly after dinner Master started talking about a new Xbox 360 game called Darksiders The Wrath of War. He said He wasn't sure if it came out today, or if it was just the ship date. Basically He kept going in circles about it. So I decided to call our local game store.

It was in stock.

Master wanted it and He wanted me to come with Him. I was comfortable but He said He likes it when I go with Him to the game store and that He had missed me today, so I went with Him.

It didn't take long. Master traded in two of His older video games and was able to get the new one basically for half price, which is cool.

Ever since we got home He's been playing it. Hopefully He doesn't beat it by the end of tomorrow.

Other than that not a lot to report besides the fact that my job responsibilities have changed for about the next three months, so this should prove to be interesting. Hopefully it won't be so damn hectic.

Body Modification

I have added a new category to my blog. *points to the ride hand side of the screen* It is called, you guessed it, Body Modification. Piercings and tattoos are body mods and since I am slightly *cough* obsessed with such, I thought it would be appropriate. I will be added the category to past posts that involve that particular subject as well.

So yeah. Last night ended amazingly, with hot slightly painful sex.

This morning it was back to work! But honestly it wasn't that bad. My morning was busy, but tolerable. My afternoon just kind of skated by. It was nice. The hardest part about work today was figuring out how to bend my arm in ways that it naturally shouldn't so that I could put lotion on my newest tattoo. Seriously, I am glad that my back is done for tattoos! Holy hell. It's not because of pain or anything like that, it's just so damn hard to take care of when you can't reach every part of it!

Thankfully a coworker of mine helped me a few times. The rest of the time I just did it myself the best that I could. And Master does it for me when I'm at home, because He loves me so much. :-D I'll be glad when the healing period is over with. I miss being able to sit back and rest against things. I also miss being able to lay on my back, for multiple reasons, although sex is among the top three. (Okay, so it's #1....)

I'm planning on one more tattoo, I just have to figure out exactly how I want it done. That'll bring me up to a nice even 12. After that it'll be touch ups I think.

So yeah. Today wasn't bad at all.

Then came the ride home. As I've said I'm in a carpool. And we always use one girl's car and the rest of us in the carpool pay her gas money. Well a couple of weeks ago, this girl brought her car in on a work day to be looked at. So I took myself and the other person in the carpool to work that day. As it turned out it was the head gasket on the car. So the car was junked.

So she has used her boyfriend's car since that point in time, because technically that is also her car and also he takes the bus everywhere anyway.

Well everything was going fine and then suddenly, on the way home, she can't turn the steering wheel. She pulls over and I called Master. He came to pick me up. When we got home we ate dinner and relaxed a bit. Then the girl called and said that this car now has to get fixed, and that her boyfriend will be taking it in.

So tomorrow I get to drive all three of us to work.

It's not a big deal really. It just means I have to get up earlier than usual so I have time to get ready for work and also warm up the car. I hope there isn't a lot of frost on the windshield! Gah. I hate scraping windshields. My arms aren't long enough to reach every single spot so then I have to sit inside the car and wait for the defroster to do it's job, which of course takes forever when it's freezing outside.

But hey. It's one day. I'm not trying to sound whiny or anything. I'm just a bit nervous about the drive tomorrow because people are utter assholes during morning rush hour.

Looking Like A Dork

Last night Master and I had incredible sex! Finally!

Last week had really kicked my tail, and so it was the first time we had sex in about a week. I'm hoping that this upcoming week I can keep more of my energy intact so that I won't be falling asleep shortly after I walk in the door.

So yeah. Yay for incredible sex!

It was interesting at first trying to figure out how to do it with both of us having brand new tattoos. But we decided on doggy style, I just reminded Master to not grab my shoulder!

The only sucky part is that normally when we sleep, I lay on my right side and then Master drapes His arm over me. But of course now I can't lay on my right side and Master can't wrap His arm around me. So yeah. That part kinda sucks. But it won't be long before we can go back to our normal habits.

Master has been washing and putting lotion on my tattoo for me. But of course since I'll be at work tomorrow, I'll have to do it myself. I am going to look like an utter dork in the bathroom at work.

I have been wearing my hair in a side ponytail since I got it done. It looks a little 80's-ish but I think it actually kind looks cute on me. I was talking to SS about how tomorrow is going to suck for us both since we'll be going back to work and she said that she had to remember to put her compact mirror in her purse so she could use that to look into the bathroom mirror. I was like "Damn! I was just at the store. I should have bought one of those."

I don't wear foundation, so I do not have a compact. I do have a small eyeshadow case that has a small mirror, so I'm going to try and use that.

But still. I'm going to look like a dork at work if anyone walks into the bathroom. I'm going to be wearing a tank top under whatever top I put on, so ya know.. I don't get sued for sexual harassment or anything.

Today has been a day at home, which I have greatly enjoyed. Master and I have been joking around a lot and flirting. I'm love the fact that we still flirt with one another.

I don't really want to go to work tomorrow. But I have to. I don't have any vacation time or personal time until the end of March, so yeah. Back to work with me. Gotta make that money!

So let's see here... tattoo talk. Check.

Sex talk. Check.

Work talk. Check.

Calling myself a dork. Check.

Yep I think that about covers everything! Now I'm off to enjoy what remains of my three day weekend.

The Addiction Has Been Fed

Before bed last night Master and I had been talking more and more about the ink we wanted. I have been wanting the Thunderbird done for over a year now on my right shoulder blade, and Master had decided that He wanted a tribal spider done on His left forearm.

Our friend SS had always wanted a dragonfly tattoo on the back of her neck as well.

So we hemmed and hawed about it and went to sleep.

This morning those thoughts just wouldn't get out of our head. So we looked at the finances. We still had most of our Christmas money left from family and friends. And we had been saving small bits of money away here and there. So we said we could get mine done at least.

So we called up SS and she said she would love to go and at least take a look.

So I called up the place where we had done my piercings. Well their tattoo artist works for a different shop and that we would have to make an appointment in about a week and a half. Um. Nah.

So I remembered that one of my coworkers had told me about a place that was very close to home, like within a 5 minute drive. She had been raving about them. So I called them up and shortly after SS showed up, we all headed over.

The shop was extremely clean and we liked the work we saw. So we decided to go for it.

SS went first. She got her dragonfly! I am so happy for her! She's been wanting that for over 10 years.

Then Master and I got ours priced out. We found out that we could afford them both! So we looked at one another and decided that it would be our early anniversary presents to one another.

Master's got started first. Shortly there after mine was started. I am stiff and sore because it was on my right shoulder blade and I had to be hunched over for about two hours.

But we are both so thrilled!

After we were all done we went to Walgreens and got the after care products. Then SS went home and so did we. SS had her cell phone with her at the time so she took pictures for us. They are located below, but we'll be posting new pics ones they are healed.

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Once we were home we ate a quick dinner and have been in awe of our ink ever since. Now for the part of tattoos that I hate. The healing process. I just get so worried about somehow fucking it up.

But I know it'll be fine. I am so happy right now.

Happy super early Anniversary Master, my love.

Welcome to 2010

Well, it's officially 2010. That looks weird doesn't it? Then again when it turned 2000, that was very odd to look at as well. Now? It's perfectly normal.

Master and I had stayed up until about 1:30am last night (this morning?). When it struck midnight, His watch chimed it in and He told me to come get my kiss. We had been watching Miami Ink, so we weren't really paying attention to the time.

I knelt in front of Him and we kissed and hugged. We said "Happy New Year babe!" and "I love You!" and that was that. Nothing fancy, but I enjoyed it.

Today we just sat around the apartment. We went out to dinner, and that was it. But it's been a nice lazy day.

Tomorrow we are going to meet up with SS. There is talk of us going out to a tattoo parlor just to get prices and what not on what each of us want. SS has no ink yet, so this would be her first. But as Master pointed out, if we do go then we're going to want to get it done. So... who knows.

Aside from that we need to go get me some new socks and a couple of pairs of jeans. Now that my job is allowing them every day, I need some new ones.

Not a lot to talk about besides that. We didn't have sex last night, or at all this past week to be exact, because I've just been so wiped out by the time I get home.

Things have been relaxed here at home, and I appreciate it. Master has been making sure I laugh and smile, and that I have time to just kind of be still so I can unwind from the stresses at work. He's a great Husband and Master. I love Him.