Foods

Let’s try this again, shall we?

Menu- Week of August 2nd to August 8th

Sunday: Splurged at Applebees. *nom nom nom*

Monday: Baked Mostaccioli, green beans, garlic bread sticks

Tuesday: Quesadillas (chicken, cheese, onions, tomatoes, green peppers) with salsa and sour cream, spanish rice, nachos.

Wednesday: Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli/cauliflower, homemade bread.

Thursday: Homemade chicken noodle soup, turkey and provolone sandwiches on homemade rolls.

Friday: Stir-fry (chicken, rice, veggies, etc.) I think I might try making crab ragoons.

Saturday: BLT’s, pasta salad

Next week, the kids and I will be at my mother’s house so no menu to share.

Master will be somewhere in the Great White North for almost the rest of August (sniffle-pout). In fact, he has an overnight layover in Montreal this Saturday night if anyone wants to keep him company. :)

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The Price Is Not Right

Drew Carey has completely ruined The Price Is Right. It’s turned into a frat party. All they need are keggers in the Showcase Showdown and it’d be complete.

My grandmother would be incredibly disappointed were she alive to see it.

When they scan the audience there isn’t a gray-haired person to be seen. Utterly disappointing.

Plus, while trying to do Bob’s job, Drew looks about as comfortable as a lost deer at an NRA convention.

Bah.

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Iron Sharpens Iron

That’s what the little-s of the couple we are friends with said when we were jokingly complaining about the two big-D’s hanging out together.

It’s to our benefit that they feed off of each other. At least, that’s what we keep telling ourselves. ;-)

We went to a play party Saturday night. It was a lot of fun, but we were so. tired. We’d helped a friend move during the day, came home just in time to shower and leave so by the time we got there, had a couple of Smirnoff’s, a good meal (BBQ ribs to die for), got me a nice little spanking, was taken outside and fucked (grins)…

I was toast.

I felt horrible for bailing out early, I know there were fun plans awaiting, but I was done. (I would say “stick a fork in me” but you know what happened LAST time we had a forking discussion. Hee.) I don’t even remember the ride home, I was so sleepy.

Then, we get home and Master’s leading me by the hair to the bed so he can tuck me in, and there’s a nice, sopping wet puddle of cat piss in the middle of the bed. Grrs.

Not the cats fault, though. We accidentally locked him in the bedroom when we left and when the kids called to tell us, we made the decision not to come home to let him out. (But why do they ALWAYS pick the bed? WHY? An entire tiled bathroom floor, even the dirty clothes hamper would work. But no. It is ALWAYS in the middle of the bed.)

But I digress.

As I was saying, or as Little-s was saying – Iron sharpens iron.

There’s a group of kinky folk that we’ve bonded with. And I was thinking about that phrase about iron and looking around at these people, and realizing that we are all so different in what we do. The common thread among us, the only real common thread, is kink. But even that is vastly different.

There’s a switch. A single submissive. A couple who live together, somewhat newly collared. A married couple with an empty nest. A possible-poly-triad. A couple who are collared who don’t live together. Single parents of young kids. And us- married with children.

We don’t all have the same play styles. We don’t all have the same goals. We don’t all think the same way about power exchange or property or the future or… whatever.

Yet, there’s a connection and a comfort and a familiarity. Every get-together is full of laughter and acceptance. There is no competition, no harsh words, no digs. We’re all happy to be together, happy for what the other has.

We all interact with our partners as comfortably as we would sitting in our own living room and I don’t think any of us worry about what those watching are thinking. I know I don’t.

We all inspire and encourage, commiserate, hold hands, wipe tears, cheer, poke fun, poke bruises, get into trouble…

I’m just about ready to break into song. A rousing chorus of Kumbaya, please.

;)

I guess what makes me appreciate them all so much is because, before them, my main interaction outside of Master was the internet. And the internet is a back-stabbing, insulting, competitive, judgemental place.

We’d pretty much decided that branching out to people, even like-minded people, was an exercise in futility. That everyone was going to be exactly like the bdsm forums on the ‘net.

And they just aren’t.

Fetlife, especially, with it’s ever increasingly exclusive and elitist groups, highlights for me just how much I enjoy the diversity of the group we hang out with.

Because, though there are certain things about each group on Fet that I identify with, nothing is a complete fit. We don’t completely fit the criteria for Master and slave (based on the definitions of the group), same with the Owner and property group, the submissive womens group, the slaves only group…

The sad thing about those groups is that in trying to eliminate those who don’t think like they do, they’ve cut themselves off from fresh perspective. It’s the equivalent of talking to yourself in the mirror.

It IS possible to be diverse and have it be a good thing. I know it is. Because we’ve done it with this amazing group of people.

Why can’t it be done online? It’s such a shame.

And they are missing out on SO much of the iron sharpening.

And the sex! I dunno, but I’m starting to think one of y’all is slipping Viagra into Master’s wine when we aren’t looking.

If so? Don’t stop! Please! :D

~cunt

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