You have been warned.
Last night, when I did my last post (which quite honestly I don't completely remember doing) I never thought I would be able to go to sleep. But as soon as the post was done, and I sat there looking at the screen trying to think of what to do next, it was like I was bitch slapped with some sort of tranquilizer. I was suddenly exhausted.
Apparently, Mother Wolf wanted to talk and she wanted to talk now.
I made my way to the bedroom, crawled into my side of the bed, kissed Master's shoulder as He slept, and as soon as my head hit the pillow and I was nice and warm inside the blanket, I was out.
Some of you may know that I follow the Medicine Path. And I seek guidance from the spirits that are most closely related to me, or seem to be around me at that point in time. I was born under Wolf. I see her as female, hence why I call her Mother Wolf.
Well this time she seems to have decided I wasn't going to have the luxury of seeking her out. She was coming to me this time.
And so, without going into everything, because it is highly personal and I'm sure most of you would think I was nuts, or just wouldn't understand.. I'll put it this way:
I wasn't listening to my Alpha. I was not doing my part within the pack. I also was not communicating what I need from my Alpha. Cause ya know, He's not a mind reader. Although sometimes you would think He is.
I would use actions rather than words to try and get what I wanted. I would nuzzle or gently hug and expect more of a reaction than what I was getting. And then being disappointed, hurt, and annoyed, when He wasn't picking up on my subtle hints. Ya know, cause I'm a dumb ass.
As Master said in His comment, we always have stress of one kind or another. And I was doing just fine. Why this time, with this stress (which is honestly nothing new) is it acceptable for me not to be begging when I'm supposed to? Why is okay if I just don't feel like scenting or doing chores. Etc and so on.
Well after the nice long talk with Mother Wolf and thinking on it basically all day at work today, when Master picked me up and we got home I immediatley took out the dog (like I am supposed to when I get home). Then I did a few things that Master told me to do. Then I cleaned up my clothes off of the recliner, which is where I normally lazily toss them as soon as I get undressed. I put on my "service outfit" which is an outfit that Master really likes that He had said I am to wear unless He tells me to be naked or to wear something else when we're home.I also put on my slave anklets, which I wear at home.
After that we ate dinner and I have been affectionate with Master and He has been affectionate as well. I've begged. We've talked. And I can feel that connection coming back online.
I'm not saying everything is fixed. But I don't really want to think of it all in terms of fixed or broken. It's work, constant work. So either I'm trying or I'm not. So each day I have to try. If I don't try, then it'll be fairly obvious.
Same with Master. If He's not trying, it'll be obvious. The more effort we put forth, the better things are. The more we get in return. The less effort we put forth, well.. we'll end up back in that rut that we both hate.
So yes, I am feeling a hundred times better today. I'm taking it a day at a time. Stress or moods will affect things, on both ends. Either His or mine. But that's part of taking it a day at a time instead of lumping it all together in one big blur.
Oh yes. I know what my rules are, and have been for years now, it's just following them. And also not making them feel like a rut themselves. Like I don't want to feel like a robot of "Do this. Done. Do that. Done. Repeat."
And so I've been trying to enter my playfulness a little bit more into what my rules are. Like being affectionate, begging, things of that nature. Well, not all rules or chores are sexy. (No?! Really!?) But the ones that are, or can be, why not have a bit more fun with them? ;-)
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October 5, 2009
October 4, 2009
Raw
After I did my previous blog post I sat down on my slave mat and Master was playing a video game. I decided to crawl over to where He was and lay my head on His lap. He paused His game, looked down at me, and asked me why I always chose to try and be affectionate with Him when He was doing something, but when He wasn't doing something I never did.
That question launched us into a talk, which turned into some what of a fight, which turned into Him being mentally exhausted, my crying and now not being able to sleep.
I can't possibly go into everything in this blog post. So for those of you who are going to try and tell me what I'm doing wrong, or what Master is doing wrong... I'm going to say this now...
This is a glimpse into what has happened, and what is happening. If you feel like getting on your high horse and saying how fucked up I am, His is, or we collectively are... fuck off.
Okay now that that's out of the way.
He told me how He feels I'm not trying anymore, in regards to being His slave. He told me that when I do, it feels forced. Same goes with affection.
I told Him that I don't feel as connected to Him as I usually do. I also told Him that my sex drive is pretty nonexistent, which He of course has already noticed. I said that I felt that this was due to stress about family, friends, and of course... money. It always comes down to that doesn't it? Things get tough, and all of a sudden it seems like everything goes to hell in a handbasket.
Like I said things have been much, much worse financially speaking. So what we're going through in regards to that is not nearly as bad as it has been, or as it could be.
As we talked we told each other where we felt the other was slipping. I felt like the only time I got affection was when I initiated it, or we were out with friends. He told me that the only time I was attempting to follow the rules was when I wanted to, and that when I did it felt forced.
I know I haven't been following my rules to the letter. I know this, and I am sorry. But sorry doesn't mean much sometimes.
I told Him that I think I am acting this way because of this that and the other thing. He told me that He was reacting in kind to my own actions. He said that He is tired of trying to fix it, and only have it work for a month, or two months, maybe three and then it going back to the rut we always seem to find ourselves in.
He said that He doesn't understand how we always end up here. Because I say this is what I want, I want to be His slave. But then I slip, and He's tired of constantly correcting me. He says what is the point, if I'm just going to continue to slip. I understand where He is coming from on that.
He went to bed and said I could go to bed when I wanted to. I told Him I wanted to go to bed with Him to try and reconnect. Affection. Sex. All of the above.
He, of course, was in no mood for such things. I took the dog out, took care of the rabbits, and laid down next to Him. He was laying away from me and I started kissing His shoulder. He said He really wasn't in the mood. I tried to crack His back and He told me again that He doesn't know how to fix this (this being the dynamic) anymore. He's tired of beating His head into a wall. And so He has decided that I have until Sunday to tell Him how I want this to work. I have until Sunday to tell Him how I think we should fix this. It's in my lap now. He said what is the point of Him trying to lead if I only follow when I want to. Also He figures that I should be able to follow my own rules that I set down. And if not, well... yeah. That'd be pretty fucked up on my part now wouldn't it?
After the second talk He told me to curl up and go to sleep. Normally when He says curl up that means curling up to Him in one fashion or another. So I laid on my side and scooted back towards Him, as He was now laying on His side facing my side of the bed. He didn't put His arm around me and He didn't pull me close.
I should have known better. When He is not in a good mood, He isn't in the mood to be affectionate. But my emotions and my desire to be touched ran my hopes higher than they should have been. I cried. I eventually rolled over and tried holding His hand. While He did not move His hand away, He did not return the attempt to hold.
My need to be touched was still strong, my emotions were high. I ended up running my hand through His hair and then trying to kiss Him. He opened His eyes and asked me what I wanted. I told Him that I wanted to be affectionate. He told me that I know better, that He isn't in the mood, and that Him telling me to go to sleep should have been a clear indication that such was the case.
He's right. It should have been. He told me that any other time He would love that I was being so affectionate, but just not right then. I apologized, and I went back to laying on my side.
I cried a little bit more, and then realized that if I continued lying there I wasn't going to be able to sleep. My mind is a whirlwind right now. My emotions are still running high and I'm feeling a bit raw at the moment. Hence the title of this post. I'm most likely not thinking clearly at all. So I'm just letting my fingers walk across the keyboard and what comes out, comes out.
I knew He wanted to sleep. I knew if I stayed in bed I was going to do nothing but toss and turn, keeping Him up.
So I got out of bed and now here I am.
This seems to be the cycle we are forever caught in. We don't say anything, waiting for things to correct themselves and then when it does come out it ends up like this. Him pissed off. Me hurt.
Like He said earlier this evening, it doesn't make sense. I love Him. He loves me. So why the hell are we acting this way? It's bullshit for bullshit's sake and He's tired of it.
"So Kitten, what are you going to do about it?," my mind asks me.
Good question.
Instinct tells me to shape up, or ship off. It's that fight or flight, do or die mind set that is there simply because I am raw at the moment. I know once logic kicks in I will realize that just because we are having problems does not mean it's the end of the world. And I do know this, in my heart. I love Him so much. And I know He truly loves me. This situation does not change that.
But it makes you wonder, why ...
Why do I keep slipping?
Why do we keep getting in this rut?
Why is it that stress seems to be the trigger for us to bring it up?
Why is it so hard to just do as I'm told?
Why is it so hard to do what is expected of me?
Why do I want structure but want spontaneity at the same fucking time?
The answers will come. They have to be here by this upcoming Sunday. What do I do in the mean time?
What I'm going to do in the mean time is what I feel I should do at the moment. What feels natural. I think that will help me realize what needs to be done.
That question launched us into a talk, which turned into some what of a fight, which turned into Him being mentally exhausted, my crying and now not being able to sleep.
I can't possibly go into everything in this blog post. So for those of you who are going to try and tell me what I'm doing wrong, or what Master is doing wrong... I'm going to say this now...
This is a glimpse into what has happened, and what is happening. If you feel like getting on your high horse and saying how fucked up I am, His is, or we collectively are... fuck off.
Okay now that that's out of the way.
He told me how He feels I'm not trying anymore, in regards to being His slave. He told me that when I do, it feels forced. Same goes with affection.
I told Him that I don't feel as connected to Him as I usually do. I also told Him that my sex drive is pretty nonexistent, which He of course has already noticed. I said that I felt that this was due to stress about family, friends, and of course... money. It always comes down to that doesn't it? Things get tough, and all of a sudden it seems like everything goes to hell in a handbasket.
Like I said things have been much, much worse financially speaking. So what we're going through in regards to that is not nearly as bad as it has been, or as it could be.
As we talked we told each other where we felt the other was slipping. I felt like the only time I got affection was when I initiated it, or we were out with friends. He told me that the only time I was attempting to follow the rules was when I wanted to, and that when I did it felt forced.
I know I haven't been following my rules to the letter. I know this, and I am sorry. But sorry doesn't mean much sometimes.
I told Him that I think I am acting this way because of this that and the other thing. He told me that He was reacting in kind to my own actions. He said that He is tired of trying to fix it, and only have it work for a month, or two months, maybe three and then it going back to the rut we always seem to find ourselves in.
He said that He doesn't understand how we always end up here. Because I say this is what I want, I want to be His slave. But then I slip, and He's tired of constantly correcting me. He says what is the point, if I'm just going to continue to slip. I understand where He is coming from on that.
He went to bed and said I could go to bed when I wanted to. I told Him I wanted to go to bed with Him to try and reconnect. Affection. Sex. All of the above.
He, of course, was in no mood for such things. I took the dog out, took care of the rabbits, and laid down next to Him. He was laying away from me and I started kissing His shoulder. He said He really wasn't in the mood. I tried to crack His back and He told me again that He doesn't know how to fix this (this being the dynamic) anymore. He's tired of beating His head into a wall. And so He has decided that I have until Sunday to tell Him how I want this to work. I have until Sunday to tell Him how I think we should fix this. It's in my lap now. He said what is the point of Him trying to lead if I only follow when I want to. Also He figures that I should be able to follow my own rules that I set down. And if not, well... yeah. That'd be pretty fucked up on my part now wouldn't it?
After the second talk He told me to curl up and go to sleep. Normally when He says curl up that means curling up to Him in one fashion or another. So I laid on my side and scooted back towards Him, as He was now laying on His side facing my side of the bed. He didn't put His arm around me and He didn't pull me close.
I should have known better. When He is not in a good mood, He isn't in the mood to be affectionate. But my emotions and my desire to be touched ran my hopes higher than they should have been. I cried. I eventually rolled over and tried holding His hand. While He did not move His hand away, He did not return the attempt to hold.
My need to be touched was still strong, my emotions were high. I ended up running my hand through His hair and then trying to kiss Him. He opened His eyes and asked me what I wanted. I told Him that I wanted to be affectionate. He told me that I know better, that He isn't in the mood, and that Him telling me to go to sleep should have been a clear indication that such was the case.
He's right. It should have been. He told me that any other time He would love that I was being so affectionate, but just not right then. I apologized, and I went back to laying on my side.
I cried a little bit more, and then realized that if I continued lying there I wasn't going to be able to sleep. My mind is a whirlwind right now. My emotions are still running high and I'm feeling a bit raw at the moment. Hence the title of this post. I'm most likely not thinking clearly at all. So I'm just letting my fingers walk across the keyboard and what comes out, comes out.
I knew He wanted to sleep. I knew if I stayed in bed I was going to do nothing but toss and turn, keeping Him up.
So I got out of bed and now here I am.
This seems to be the cycle we are forever caught in. We don't say anything, waiting for things to correct themselves and then when it does come out it ends up like this. Him pissed off. Me hurt.
Like He said earlier this evening, it doesn't make sense. I love Him. He loves me. So why the hell are we acting this way? It's bullshit for bullshit's sake and He's tired of it.
"So Kitten, what are you going to do about it?," my mind asks me.
Good question.
Instinct tells me to shape up, or ship off. It's that fight or flight, do or die mind set that is there simply because I am raw at the moment. I know once logic kicks in I will realize that just because we are having problems does not mean it's the end of the world. And I do know this, in my heart. I love Him so much. And I know He truly loves me. This situation does not change that.
But it makes you wonder, why ...
Why do I keep slipping?
Why do we keep getting in this rut?
Why is it that stress seems to be the trigger for us to bring it up?
Why is it so hard to just do as I'm told?
Why is it so hard to do what is expected of me?
Why do I want structure but want spontaneity at the same fucking time?
The answers will come. They have to be here by this upcoming Sunday. What do I do in the mean time?
What I'm going to do in the mean time is what I feel I should do at the moment. What feels natural. I think that will help me realize what needs to be done.
Just Here
Today Master and I got up, and He took His shower while I talked to my mom for a little while. After that Master had me call BC.
BC said that he would come up to visit this afternoon. It's been quite some time since we have actually hung out, I mean of course besides him and I carpooling on the way to work. Tomorrow he is able to give me a ride to work, but Tuesday he can not. I completely understand of course. He has to travel up north a little ways to attend his grandmother's wake and funeral.
Before he got here Master and I went grocery shopping. Shortly there after BC arrived, and we all sat around and talked. He seems to be doing okay, although I don't think it's really hit him yet. I know for me, someone's passing is not totally real until the wake. I don't really know why that is, it's just how I am. It seems to ring true for a lot of people actually. For instance when my great grandparents died I didn't cry until the wake. Then it all hit me like a ton of bricks.
We of course told him that if he ever needs to talk or needs a place to get away from everything, he's always welcome. We had pizza for dinner and watched Master play some video games while we talked. Shortly after we were done eating BC had to get going so he could go spend some time with his girlfriend. She is going with him to the wake and funeral. I'm glad that she is being supportive, and able to go.
Other than that, I took my shower and now Master is browsing Netflix for a movie to watch.
There hasn't been a lot of kink going on. I'm on my period, I haven't been feeling well. Master's sinuses have been kicking His tail. So yeah. Sex and kink have not been plentiful.
I don't really have a lot on my mind right now. I'm actually trying to keep my kind pretty blank so I don't stress myself out.
BC said that he would come up to visit this afternoon. It's been quite some time since we have actually hung out, I mean of course besides him and I carpooling on the way to work. Tomorrow he is able to give me a ride to work, but Tuesday he can not. I completely understand of course. He has to travel up north a little ways to attend his grandmother's wake and funeral.
Before he got here Master and I went grocery shopping. Shortly there after BC arrived, and we all sat around and talked. He seems to be doing okay, although I don't think it's really hit him yet. I know for me, someone's passing is not totally real until the wake. I don't really know why that is, it's just how I am. It seems to ring true for a lot of people actually. For instance when my great grandparents died I didn't cry until the wake. Then it all hit me like a ton of bricks.
We of course told him that if he ever needs to talk or needs a place to get away from everything, he's always welcome. We had pizza for dinner and watched Master play some video games while we talked. Shortly after we were done eating BC had to get going so he could go spend some time with his girlfriend. She is going with him to the wake and funeral. I'm glad that she is being supportive, and able to go.
Other than that, I took my shower and now Master is browsing Netflix for a movie to watch.
There hasn't been a lot of kink going on. I'm on my period, I haven't been feeling well. Master's sinuses have been kicking His tail. So yeah. Sex and kink have not been plentiful.
I don't really have a lot on my mind right now. I'm actually trying to keep my kind pretty blank so I don't stress myself out.
October 3, 2009
Trying To Relax
It's the weekend and I'm trying to relax. I'm trying not to think about bills, or how to make more money. Although I will probably contact my trainer on Monday and ask her if she has anything, like a packet or something, that I could do so I can stay late some day(s) this week. Anything to get some extra money on the paycheck, ya know?
I got a little over three hours in this past week. But a little more won't kill me.
This morning when I woke up Master hopped in the shower and sent me off to grab soda and some other miscellaneous items. When I got back we have pretty much spent the day either on the computer, or watching movies on Netflix.
And for about the past hour we have been watching the first season of Hercules. I used to watch that show religiously when I was growing up. Between that and Xena. *giggles*
It's campy, but a lot of fun.
The reason why I'm trying not to focus on bills and money so much right now is because I am trying not to become restless and start to freak out. We're getting by. We're in a lot better position then we were around this time last year. That's what I keep repeating in my head whenever the worries start to pile up in my head. I try to focus on the positive.
I'm really hoping that foundry calls Master some time this week for an interview. Yes, we only have one car and I'm not sure if that job would be on a bus route, but I'm sure we'd figure it out. It's only a little over a month before my job moves from it's current location. It's not any further of a drive really, it's just west instead of north. But I will no longer be able to carpool with BC.
Speaking of BC, he is in our thoughts right now. His grandmother passed away yesterday. :-( He sent us an e-mail saying that he would call tomorrow. We are giving him some space. His family sort of saw it coming, but I know that doesn't make it any easier.
Master is restless. He's been bored most of the day. We are hoping to go on a walk tomorrow, as long as it doesn't rain. Bills and finances are also on His mind. We are both hoping that He finds a job soon.
We haven't heard anything back from unemployment yet. They are setting up a hearing date since we appealed their denial. We filed it a little more than a month ago. But they did receive the appeal, and when I spoke to someone on it they said it is taking four to eight weeks to set up the hearings for appeals. Understandable in this economy.
I got a little over three hours in this past week. But a little more won't kill me.
This morning when I woke up Master hopped in the shower and sent me off to grab soda and some other miscellaneous items. When I got back we have pretty much spent the day either on the computer, or watching movies on Netflix.
And for about the past hour we have been watching the first season of Hercules. I used to watch that show religiously when I was growing up. Between that and Xena. *giggles*
It's campy, but a lot of fun.
The reason why I'm trying not to focus on bills and money so much right now is because I am trying not to become restless and start to freak out. We're getting by. We're in a lot better position then we were around this time last year. That's what I keep repeating in my head whenever the worries start to pile up in my head. I try to focus on the positive.
I'm really hoping that foundry calls Master some time this week for an interview. Yes, we only have one car and I'm not sure if that job would be on a bus route, but I'm sure we'd figure it out. It's only a little over a month before my job moves from it's current location. It's not any further of a drive really, it's just west instead of north. But I will no longer be able to carpool with BC.
Speaking of BC, he is in our thoughts right now. His grandmother passed away yesterday. :-( He sent us an e-mail saying that he would call tomorrow. We are giving him some space. His family sort of saw it coming, but I know that doesn't make it any easier.
Master is restless. He's been bored most of the day. We are hoping to go on a walk tomorrow, as long as it doesn't rain. Bills and finances are also on His mind. We are both hoping that He finds a job soon.
We haven't heard anything back from unemployment yet. They are setting up a hearing date since we appealed their denial. We filed it a little more than a month ago. But they did receive the appeal, and when I spoke to someone on it they said it is taking four to eight weeks to set up the hearings for appeals. Understandable in this economy.
Honest Blogger
Lexa has tagged me to do this meme.
The rules are that I have to write 10 honest things about myself. Also, I am supposed to tag 7 bloggers. Well I'm skipping the tagging of 7 specific bloggers because well, I'm a little late in this game. So if anyone wants to do this, feel free!
Okay, so 10 honest things about myself. Here we go.
The rules are that I have to write 10 honest things about myself. Also, I am supposed to tag 7 bloggers. Well I'm skipping the tagging of 7 specific bloggers because well, I'm a little late in this game. So if anyone wants to do this, feel free!
Okay, so 10 honest things about myself. Here we go.
- I sometimes wonder why I allow certain people to still be in my life. I struggle with wanting to try and help them, but also realizing that if they wanted help they would need to make the first move. And when that first move doesn't happen I want to cut them off. I think that the reason I am so quick to go from one extreme to the other, is because I'm almost afraid of them tainting me. As if their behavior is going to somehow rub off on me and make me like them. Or like their stress and drama are going to suck me into a black hole that I can't get out of.
- I never ran away from home when I was growing up. Although to be perfectly honest, it was tempting sometimes. My parents were locked in a loveless marriage for most of my pre-teen and teenage years. They would fight, yell, or simple ignore each other. I don't know why I never tried to run away. My parents divorced when I was 16.
- I have panic attacks. Thankfully they are not that extreme. The most that happens is that my heart races, my chest will hurt, and that whole "fight or flight" response becomes very strong. I can control it though. I've never totally freaked out from them. Normally all I have to do is sit down, and control my breathing for a little while.
- I used to worry, in the beginning of our relationship, that once I was no longer "barely legal" that Master would leave me. I was 20 when we first met. I am now 26, and we are still very much in love and very happy together. They were the scared thoughts of a previously mentally abused young adult. I no longer worry about it.
- I used to want to be a mortician. The science of it still fascinates me, but I know I will never pursue that career choice. I am happy being in an office doing data entry.
- I worry endlessly about my Husband's health. This is not a surprise to anyone, I'm sure. Due to His blood disorder, and knowing that the flu can kill Him. Yeah, I freak out when He has a cold. But I don't freak out to the point where I become useless. I actually become highly overprotective. I become militant with doctors and nurses and don't leave His side unless it is absolutely necessary.
- I sometimes wish I would have finished getting my web development associates degree. It wouldn't help me, in the least, with my current job. I really just wanted it to say I had it and so I could maybe design websites on the side as a sort of an home business.
- I love older muscle cars. Love them. I wish I owned a 1987 Monte Carlo SS. My dad used to drag us to car shows when I was growing up. In fact we never actually had a family vacation. The only time we ever went anywhere was to either go to a car show, buy car parts, buy an older car my dad wanted, or to visit family. To be perfectly honest the only time I have ever traveled purely for pleasure, was our honeymoon. And that was only about an hour's drive. Every other time, it's been for car stuff, work related, or to visit family.
- I really hope that at some point in the future Master and I can go on a nice long road trip. I want to be able to just take like a week or maybe longer and just go. The reason I would prefer a road trip is so we can stop when we want to, get out, look around, get back in the car, and keep going. I would absolutely love that.
- You know that scar on the left side of my chest that I always talk about? The one that Master gave me with a knife? Yeah. That one. When it was first done, I would constantly take the scab off of it because I wanted to make sure it would be a deep scar. I didn't want it to be barely noticeable. I wanted it to be as visible as possible. I rub it sometimes, without even realizing I'm doing it until Master says something. It is the one thing that Master has given me (besides the tattoos He's designed) that is physical in nature that I can never lose and can never be stolen or taken away. I think that is why I love it so much.
October 2, 2009
Yay! It's The Weekend!
Yay!!!!
I got up and went to work this morning. The four hour work day went by rather quickly which was nice. Master picked me up from work and we went home.
I called the electric company. You see, we are on budget billing, which means that you pay a set amount each month. The plan is that eventually it evens out over the course of the year. At the end of the year you either have a credit, or you owe. If you owe, you pay it off and go back on budget billing. If you have a credit, it just keeps ticking along.
Well the year was up since we went on budget billing. And we had quite a large credit on there. So I called up and I asked if instead of me sending in a payment this month, could they please apply the credit towards the bill. I was pleasantly surprised when they said yes! Rock on.
Then I called SS and we made plans to meet her for dinner. I did my make-up, put on a skirt and matching top, some stockings, and heels. We went out to dinner and then went and had a drink or two with her. It was a lot of fun catching up. Master is going to take some pictures of her kids because she wants nice pictures of her children and Master wants to get an honest opinion on His photography. It's a win/win situation. It was supposed to happen tomorrow, but it's supposed to rain most of the weekend. So maybe next weekend. (They are going to be outdoor shots.)
We left the bar around 11:30pm. She had left her car at our apartment, and we drove her down. So we dropped her off at the sidewalk, said goodnight, and now Master and I are just relaxing the evening away.
Let's hope that Saturday and Sunday go by really.... really.... s..l..o..w..l..y.
I got up and went to work this morning. The four hour work day went by rather quickly which was nice. Master picked me up from work and we went home.
I called the electric company. You see, we are on budget billing, which means that you pay a set amount each month. The plan is that eventually it evens out over the course of the year. At the end of the year you either have a credit, or you owe. If you owe, you pay it off and go back on budget billing. If you have a credit, it just keeps ticking along.
Well the year was up since we went on budget billing. And we had quite a large credit on there. So I called up and I asked if instead of me sending in a payment this month, could they please apply the credit towards the bill. I was pleasantly surprised when they said yes! Rock on.
Then I called SS and we made plans to meet her for dinner. I did my make-up, put on a skirt and matching top, some stockings, and heels. We went out to dinner and then went and had a drink or two with her. It was a lot of fun catching up. Master is going to take some pictures of her kids because she wants nice pictures of her children and Master wants to get an honest opinion on His photography. It's a win/win situation. It was supposed to happen tomorrow, but it's supposed to rain most of the weekend. So maybe next weekend. (They are going to be outdoor shots.)
We left the bar around 11:30pm. She had left her car at our apartment, and we drove her down. So we dropped her off at the sidewalk, said goodnight, and now Master and I are just relaxing the evening away.
Let's hope that Saturday and Sunday go by really.... really.... s..l..o..w..l..y.
October 1, 2009
Drunk Neighbors
I really, really hate our neighbors. We are surrounded by alcoholics.
The people who live directly across the walkway from us are always drunk. They are always fighting. The fat ass husband of the couple loves to ride his wanna be vespa up and down the walkway, through the parking lot, etc. I'm surprised the damn thing can support his weight.
*sigh* Right now they are outside, drunk, yelling and just plain acting stupidly. Calling the cops won't do any good. It's only 8pm. And they would probably just be told to go into their apartment. I'm hoping one day they get evicted.
Anyway, I got out of work at my normal time today. We are officially caught up at work. Thankfully.
And tomorrow I will get out at noon. I can't wait! Yay for half day programs.
My sinuses were kicking my tail today. So when we got home Master had me take a Benadryl. Now I'm fighting to stay awake. That stuff always makes me so damn sleepy, which is why I hardly ever take it first thing in the morning if I have to work. No amount of caffeine seems to get that drowsy feeling to go away.
So while yes, that pressure in my head is gone and I don't feel stuffed up anymore, I do feel like my brain is covered in fuzz. The joys of sinus medication.
Master and I are just relaxing this evening. I'm looking forward to a peaceful weekend. Master and I don't have a lot going on. We may be meeting up with a friend tomorrow night.
Oh yeah. We watched Crank 2 tonight. I loved the first movie. That movie fucking rocked! But the sequel? Yeah. Apparently the writer, director, and anyone who put money into that movie decided it was a good idea to mix NyQuil, LSD, and marijuana dipped in embalming fluid and repeatedly continued to dose themselves with said concoction throughout the entire process of making that movie.
Yes. It is that fucked up.
Well my fuzzy brain and I are going to go take a bath now. I don't know if I'm making any sense at this point.
The people who live directly across the walkway from us are always drunk. They are always fighting. The fat ass husband of the couple loves to ride his wanna be vespa up and down the walkway, through the parking lot, etc. I'm surprised the damn thing can support his weight.
*sigh* Right now they are outside, drunk, yelling and just plain acting stupidly. Calling the cops won't do any good. It's only 8pm. And they would probably just be told to go into their apartment. I'm hoping one day they get evicted.
Anyway, I got out of work at my normal time today. We are officially caught up at work. Thankfully.
And tomorrow I will get out at noon. I can't wait! Yay for half day programs.
My sinuses were kicking my tail today. So when we got home Master had me take a Benadryl. Now I'm fighting to stay awake. That stuff always makes me so damn sleepy, which is why I hardly ever take it first thing in the morning if I have to work. No amount of caffeine seems to get that drowsy feeling to go away.
So while yes, that pressure in my head is gone and I don't feel stuffed up anymore, I do feel like my brain is covered in fuzz. The joys of sinus medication.
Master and I are just relaxing this evening. I'm looking forward to a peaceful weekend. Master and I don't have a lot going on. We may be meeting up with a friend tomorrow night.
Oh yeah. We watched Crank 2 tonight. I loved the first movie. That movie fucking rocked! But the sequel? Yeah. Apparently the writer, director, and anyone who put money into that movie decided it was a good idea to mix NyQuil, LSD, and marijuana dipped in embalming fluid and repeatedly continued to dose themselves with said concoction throughout the entire process of making that movie.
Yes. It is that fucked up.
Well my fuzzy brain and I are going to go take a bath now. I don't know if I'm making any sense at this point.