Bath Time

We had been meaning to give our dog a bath for some time now. It was really nice out when we started thinking about doing it. But then it got cold again and then it was bouncing back and forth. Ugh.

We have always given our dogs baths at home. It's just cheaper and easier for us. We did that with our last pup and we have been doing it with our current one. Finally it was nice out enough. Now some of you may wonder why we were waiting for it to be nice out. Well, after we give the dog a bath we take him outside so he can sun bathe and we can brush him out without making a complete mess out of the apartment. Plus the extra fur can be used by birds to make a nest.

Our dog had baths all last spring, summer and fall and he didn't really mind them. He wasn't exactly happy about it but he would tolerate it just fine. But today for some reason he really didn't want to go in the tub. Master had to literally pick him up and put him in there. I then shut the door behind us so he couldn't run out. Once he was in the tub he was fine. Master is the one who washes the dog. I hand him the shampoo and large measuring cup (used to rinse) when He needs it. I also help make sure that he doesn't bolt out of the bathroom when it's done and start running around the apartment like a crazy wet dog. He gets really hyper after a bath.

So we made it through the bath and got him outside. After we brushed him we just sat on the little slab of concrete that is our porch and let him run around a little on his leash and lay in the grass.

As we were sitting there we were talking and decided that he is just too big to get baths at home now. Our last pup was, at his largest, 65lbs. Our current one is only three years old and he's on his way to 80lbs. The funny thing is he's not fat at all. Not even a little bit. He's all muscle. He's a very lean, tall and long dog.

Now when you consider the different between almost 80lbs and 65lbs it doesn't sound like a lot. But it really is. It's not that he misbehaves or anything like that. He doesn't. But since Master had to lift him and everything and he doesn't have much room to move around.

So the next time we are going to take him to a professional groomer. We don't want all the bells and whistles. We just want a bath and an ear cleaning. We don't want his nails touched. He has all black nails except for one on his rear paw. The quick in each nail is really long. He was a stray before we adopted him. We don't want to risk anything. Yes, I know they can stop the bleeding with a gel. But honestly he doesn't ever needs his nails trimmed. Believe it or not he trims his own nails. He will literally lay on the couch and start chewing on his nails until they are where he wants them. This includes his back paws. He just pulls them up to his face, pins them down with his front paws and commences his beauty treatment. The rest is taken care of when we take him for walks due to the concrete.

I called a local place that has pet grooming and they aren't expensive at all. We are, however, very particular. We only want oatmeal shampoo used. We don't want any "scenting". We just want him to get a bath, have his ears cleaned and dried. After that, we'll happily take him home.

Once he was dry enough we all went back into the apartment and he got treats for being such a good boy. He's been tired since then though. Lots of fresh air and excitement will do that.

Things That Go Bump In The Night

Master and I watch a lot of paranormal/paranatural TV shows. I mean a lot. We watched Ghost Hunters. Hate that show. Oh man those people are idiots. The main ones we watch are Destination Truth, Ghost Hunters International (mainly for the places they go) and my personal favorite, Ghost Adventures.

Why do we watch them? Because we find it interesting and we want to see where they go, what they find and what they do. Some of them are idiots and are way too dismissive in my eyes. Others seem to kind of know what they are doing most of the time. I think the reason why I like Ghost Adventures so much is because they places they go are interesting, they actually come up with really good evidence that you basically can't explain away and there are only three people, no camera crews at all and they are literally locked into the place they are investigating.

Master and I have talked about how cool it would be if we could have our own paranormal and/or paranatural TV show. We'd get to go to really interesting places and hopefully see some really interesting things.

Hell when we watch those kind of shows we're running our own little conversation in the background. Normally about "Yeah that's bullshit." or "What the hell drugs are they on?" or "They have no idea what they are doing." You know, small stuff like that. But then when the episode is done we'll have a small conversation about what we thought of it, how cool it would be to go to some of the places and do our own thing.

We're not running around and doing said things. Doing it here would be rather boring anyway. Not to mention we can't afford some of the "toys" they use on TV. But how cool would that be?! Pretty fucking awesome if you ask me. Hell, maybe we'd have our dog on as a special guest star. *grins*

Before I Crash

I figured I should get my blog post knocked out before my eyes get even more strained than they already are.

Today was another early day at work. I've been putting in a lot of 10 to 11.5 hour days at work lately. It's finally catching up with me. I've been sleeping okay but it hasn't been enough apparently. It wasn't really a problem until today. Today I started to feel my body letting me know that it's had enough for a while. I actually got a little worried for a while there. It wasn't anything serious. I felt fine for the first hour or two of work but then my eyes started to hurt as they are more strained than they usually are. I felt weak. That's the only way I can really describe it. I felt weak and shaky. I got dizzy a couple of times. And I know it wasn't due to my blood sugar. (I'm hypoglycemic.) A woman in my department had brought in muffins for everyone today. And they were huge muffins. I had one chocolate chip on and two blueberry ones. But it didn't seem to matter. The shaky feeling didn't really fully go away until about 2pm. I was thankful for that though since I had to drive home. Driving home when I feel weak and shaky is not a good idea.

When I got home I started to relax and I'm starting to realize how worn out I am. I'm sure I look like hell, although I don't think Master would agree. But to me, I look pale and I have dark bags under my eyes. I just feel like shit basically.

I know I only work in an office but I've been bouncing between different sleep schedules depending on what time I'm actually getting up for the past month and some nights I'm only getting four hours of full sleep before the alarm goes off. I'm glad I have tomorrow off and Monday off. It'll give me time to mend myself both physically and mentally. I feel sore and tired, thank you very much medical conditions, and mentally I just feel like I'm stretched to the limit. So yeah, I need the break. I know I'm not much for conversations when I'm at home and I know that I'm not really all that reactive either. It sucks because when I'm home I want to interact with Master as much as possible. But lately I've just been brain dead by the time I walk in the door.

Thankfully He is understanding and does what He can to help me relax.

This extended weekend is just what I need right now. I know I've had some longer weekends lately, and it's been nice but these past two weeks have kicked my tail hard.

Sometimes I Forget

Sometimes I forget that Master and I aren't your "traditional" married couple. And for once, I'm not referring to our dynamic.

I was the driver of the carpool today since the normal driver is out of town until next Tuesday. So, I picked up the guy who is in our carpool and we went to work. On the way there we didn't talk much. But then on the way home someone had apparently put a quarter in him right before he clocked out. He just kept going on and on about whatever. Eventually we came to the topic of "Have you seen any good movies lately?" That then turned into my rant about that horrible, horrible movie I posted about last night. He looked at me and said, "I've never really gotten into Hellraiser. I didn't think they were scary at all."

I told him that I don't find them scary so much as I find them interesting and entertaining. He claims to be a horror movie guy. He has said that over and over again especially around Halloween. But he's never really said what kind of horror movies.

So I decided to go through the list.

Pinhead? No.
Freddy? No.
Jason? No.
Michael? No.
Pumpkin Head? Kind of. 

So I was sitting there thinking to myself how can you be a huge horror movie fan if you don't at least like any of those series?  So I asked what kind of horror movies he does like. His answer? Paranormal Activity. Um, first off, I hate handy cam movies. Secondly, that is not a "type" of horror movie. That is trinity of movies.

He said he likes to keep his mind open about movies. Well, that's all well and good but I don't really see how that works. You named three movies in a horror type setting. But... you're a huge horror movie fan. Right.

So then the topic changed to video games. I told him that Master and I have been playing Soul Calibur 5. He looked at me like I had slapped his mother. "You mean you play too?!"

Um. Yes. Yes, I do.

He then proceeded to tell me that his wife literally gives him a time limit on his video games. He gets two hours a day, including weekends, and then he has to turn it off. Apparently she is your mother, not your wife. For a moment I thought maybe they were in some kind of weird dynamic but no. He just bitched and bitched about it because then he has to go spend time with her.

Sometimes I forget that not a lot of married couples will sit down and trash talk while kicking each others asses in a video game and pause to high five each other before the next match starts. I forget that not a lot of married couples will sit and watch porn just to make fun of it. I forget that not a lot of married couples just want to hang out with one another. We are the only couple I know, married or not, that are actually best friends and not just saying that because they are together. They want time apart and they want a lot of it. Us? We prefer time together. We don't like being apart. We've been together for nine years and we're still that way. I don't think it'll change as time continues to pass.

It just all seems so normal to me, much like our dynamic, because that's just the way we are and we've been doing it all so long that it doesn't even make me bat an eyelash. Then you talk to other couples, or at least one person within that couple, and you realize that you really are kind of the odd ones out.

But I like being odd. So being odd with Master suites me just fine.

There Can Only Be One!

Aside from work today has been a pretty good day. Master and I have been relaxing all evening watching Netflix and playing Soul Calibur 5.

Speaking of watching Netflix we watched a really, really fucked up movie. Master and I are huge Hellraiser fans. We have seen every single movie more times than I can count. Then a few years ago there were rumors flying around that another Hellraiser movie was coming out. Only, get this, Doug Bradley isn't Pinhead! There is only one Pinhead damnit! And that is Doug fucking Bradley!

It was... so bad. So, so bad. The original was made in 1987 and the effects in that movie were better than the effects in this one!

The story was horrible and ripped bits and pieces of the plot throughout several Hellraiser movies. That made no fucking sense at all. The acting? Yeah, that was worse than the effects, which I didn't think was even possible.

If any of you are Nightmare on Elm Street fans and saw the remake, yeah, you remember that piece of shit? Well, this is worse. Like ten times worse. And for me that's saying something as I love Freddy. I love Pinhead more though.

Spoiler alert.. kind of... I just have to get this off my chest.

*deep breath*

Chatter is not a chick! You could have at least kept the damn genders the same fuckers! And by the way, Pinhead does not have a mini-me!


*exhale*

I feel a little better now. It's always so sad to see movie series you love get turned into a fucked up mess like that. Thankfully, it's not my Pinhead. (Kind of like how Doctor Who fans have their Doctor. By the way, my Doctor is David Tennant.) My Pinhead is Doug Bradley and Doug Bradley wasn't in this movie. Which means this movie doesn't count. At all.

When the movie was over Master said, "And is there anyone else in this room that thinks that was a fan film?" I immediately raised my hand. It was like someone trying to pay tribute to a movie series they love but ended up creating this foul movie that should never have even entered anyone's mind let alone hit DVD.

The Smallest Things

You know how after you've spent quite a few years with someone you kind of take advantage of the little things, and then out of no where they slap you in the face and you remember why you love that one little thing about the other person so much? Yeah, I had one of those experiences today.

I decided to get out of work a couple of hours early. I'm not totally caught up but I was having one of those days where I just wanted to get the hell out of there. Plus, Wednesday and Thursday I can come and go as I please since I'll be taking the car to work anyway.

That's not the point obviously, just an explanation as to how this one small thing slapped me in the face as I explained above.

Master came to pick me up. We have to hop on the interstate to get from my job to home. Well we don't have to but it cuts the drive time significantly.

So we're getting onto the interstate and we have some kick ass Disturbed cranked up and we're just driving along. Master normally drives when we're both in the car. It's very rare that I drive. So I'm sitting there in the passenger seat and I'm grooving to the tunes when I just happen to look over at Master. He has one hand on the steering wheel with His arm relaxed as He's maneuvering the car. He's got His head moving to the music and He's softly singing along. He had His sunglasses on, a Disturbed t-shirt and a pair of jeans with His boots on. He just looked so damn hot.

I don't know why but I love the way He drives. The way He's so relaxed yet confident. The way He bops His head and moves His left foot in time with the music.

After that one small thing just hit me out of no where I couldn't stop glancing at Him and smiling to myself. When we're just cruising along I just find it a turn on to watch Him drive. I know, I'm weird.

I even made sure to comment on it when we got home. He just smiled at me. I was waiting for the "You're a sick bitch" comment that He loves using. But ya see, I'm His sick bitch so that's alright. He didn't use it this time much to my amazement. But He had that knowing smile slapped on His face which made me laugh.

So we walked up the path to our apartment and I always walk behind Him unless there is some odd reason where I have to walk in front of Him. He held my hand for a little while and when He let go and I slid into my designated stop I couldn't help it, I just had to take a quick grab at His ass. (He's got a great ass.) He turned His head, smirked and shooed my hand away.

I love that even though we've been together for damn near a decade we can still experience those little moments. I also love that we still hold hands.

Cock Block

Last night I stayed up until about 1:30am. Normally I'm at least up until 3am or so, but for whatever reason I crashed on the couch. Right before I curled up on the couch I gave Master a hug and kiss because I had a feeling I was going to crash. I smiled and said, "It's not like You can't wake me later."

This was of course referencing to sex. Well, after falling asleep on the couch I have no memory of anything. I don't even remember Him waking me to go to the bedroom. But this morning Master woke me up by curling up to me in such a way that His chest was pressed against my back. I slowly started to wake up and scooted back and arched my hips so that my ass rubbed up against His cock. I could feel Him getting harder. As I continued to stretch and move against Him, He bit and nipped at my shoulders and the back of my neck.

When He graves His teeth against the back of my neck, right where the neck meets the rest of the spine I get instant shivers going on. It is one of the weirdest sensations, but also a big turn on for some reason.

He rolled me onto my stomach and fucked me roughly, not allowing me to cum. He eventually pinned me down by placing His hands on the back of my shoulders. It love it when He does that! You would think that since I am a small little thing and He is a walking brick wall that it would hurt like hell for Him to do that, but honestly it doesn't hurt at all. He knows how to shift His weight just right where it won't hurt me, just pin me down but still keep His balance. We've had years of practice after all. *winks*

After He was done He commented that it figured I woke up pressing my ass against His cock. I looked at Him a little weird. He then proceeded to explain.

Apparently last night when He brought me into the bedroom after waking me while I was on the couch He climbed into bed with me and tried to wake me to have sex. I have absolutely no memory of this. And apparently I was wriggling around whenever He tried to reposition me so He could enter me. Again, no memory of that.

Normally when He wakes me up by fucking me it's rather easy for Him to maneuver me just right. I guess last night my sleeping self was not having it. My damn REM state turned into a cock block basically.

When He told me all of this I joked that I could easily see myself waking up tied to the headboard with His dick inside me. That way I would have no choice but to turn the way He wants me. He looked at me and said, "That just might happen." *shivers*

But at least I got fucked this morning! I have a feeling we'll end up in the bedroom again tonight but for most of the afternoon we've been taking turns playing video games and just talking. It's been a very relaxing and wonderful weekend. I know we didn't do a lot but what we have been doing has been exactly what I needed. A little fun, some sex, a little shit talking and just a generally good time.