*I cooked Master breakfast (bacon, egg and cheese biscuit sandwiches)

*reheated and packed Master’s lunch (leftover pot roast, garlic mashed taters and carrots)

*serviced him after his shower

*walked 2 1/2 miles (in less than 30min)

*made 5 gallons of laundry soap

*took a shower

It’s 7-freakin-30am.

It can be nap time now?

This early morning shit is for the birds.

At least Master is off that 4:30am rotation (for now anyway). Even though getting up at 5:30 is still suck-worthy, that one hour makes a HUGE difference.

And he can drive me down the road and drop me off now. When he was leaving at 5am, it was still dark and the last time I tried to go for a walk before the sun came up, I could hear howling (wolves? coyotes?) from way too close and there was rustling in the trees and I got all kinds of spooked. At least by 6am the sun is up and I’ll be able to see the animal as it attacks me.

I’m dieting/exercising with determination now. When I went in for my check up at the docs, she worried that I’m in the beginning stages of hypertension. Which, considering my family history, isn’t a huge shock. But after watching my mom deal with the medication side effects and the general health problems associated with her blood pressure and weight, I don’t wanna go there. I don’t need to lose anywhere near what she needs to lose, but I’d rather do it now than have to be trying to do it at her age.

So, Master said he wants me to do another 20 min on the treadmill (which he has set up on an incline, the heartless bastard) later today and maybe, if I have any energy left, I’ll try the Nordic Track, too.

We got the Nordic Track for free from Master’s boss. It’s a really old one but it works. Unfortunately, I’m about as uncoordinated as a kid on his first two-wheeler so getting the hang of how to move my arms and legs and not fall? Fun. Funny, too.

Kinda like this girl here. Hee.

Also, y’all have scared the dickens out of me over taking that prozac. I don’t wanna lose my orgasms! *sob* I’d rather have pms!

Yesterday I repotted all of the flowers in the flower boxes on the deck. I’d planted them in super cheap dirt and they weren’t faring so well so I bought the Miracle Grow potting soil to start over. I don’t know if they can be salvaged but I’m gonna try. They’re only petunias and they seem to be hardy little flowers. The herbs, however, were a lost cause. I dumped them out and just planted a couple of parsley plants. That’s the herb I use the most when it’s fresh anyway.

The tomatoes look great, the cucumber plant is growing.. the rest of the seeds haven’t done a damn thing. I figured this year would be difficult until I get a handle on the growing season/weather pattern so I’m not too disappointed. Next year, I’ll be ready.

The weather is fucking cooky up here. It’s July, yanno? I should not be seeing my breath when I go outside! We about froze our asses off at the fireworks. We all had jackets and blankets and we were still shivering. There was a week of temps in the upper 80′s and I sincerely think that was all the summer we’re going to have. And the kids want to get a pool? Wtf for, ice skating?

Speaking of pools.

The other day, in jest, I made a pithy comment in the Spankfest group on Fet about watersports and needing a snorkel.

Master’s Spankfest shopping list this morning? Snorkel, goggles and a wading pool.

A fucking wading pool!

What was my safeword again?

Oh, that’s right! I don’t have one!

I want a do-over. Hmmph.

~cunt

Things are moving at a rapid pace and I’m just trying to go with the flow and not dig my heels in. Digging my heels in only gets me road rash anyway.

I think we might be going away for the weekend. I’m not sure yet.

I’m having a word-block. One of those times where there are too many words and not enough time to sort them out.

~cunt

It was a very 2nd-grade, it’s-my-game-and-I’m-going-home mentality but it was totally warranted. They were all being mean and selfish. Hmmph. I kept waiting for Master to become concerned and to be all “babydoll, why aren’t you posting??”, or at the very least, to demand to know why I was breaking rules and not posting – but no. Nothing. *sniffle*

Truthfully though, it has been extremely busy. The kids are home all day, I’m still working every day, Master’s still piled high with more projects than He can finish, the garden finally started growing (weather patterns are weird! fucking up my veggies) and needed weeded and stuff, we went out of town last weekend, and again this weekend.

We took the kids to my mother’s. Halle-fucking-lujah.

We just got home about two hours ago, He promptly tossed me under the desk and fucked me raw (ow) then wandered off for a post-coital nap. I am determined to post before He wakes up because I know He’s going to drag me out again.

The good news is that I expect to have a lot of perverted filth to share over the next two weeks.

The bad news is now that we’re kid-free for two weeks – I’ll start my period and He’ll get sent out of town.

How much you wanna bet?

~cunt