…when you all say that you like this girl’s rambles…you wind up getting more of them!
Actually it is more a matter of timing, of these thought bubbles that appear in my head, and I think…I need to talk about this with my buddies. You all…*waves hand through cyberspace* are kind of my invisible friends. Some of you write to me, many more don’t. And that’s okay. I love to hear from you, I sincerely do. But I was a lurker for a long time on blogs and I understand that sometimes it is nerve-wracking to type out a name, an email address (which is never published, btw) and come up with a comment…it’s stressful. I grok. *nods sagely*
So there I was, my morning suddenly opening up after thinking that today (Friday)would be UBER stressful…one task accomplished very quickly and efficiently, the other evaporating. (Ah, if only the laundry would similarly go POOF, eh?!)
What did I do with that time?
I read blogs. About a dozen, I think. I put comments on a few, smiled over others. (I too stress about saying “the right thing” in those responses. Just so you non-responders think it’s “only you”…it’s not.)
And as I was reading…I realized that I have not responded to a single one of you who has taken time to comment over the last few days. I’m going to jump on that today (and hopefully as you read this over your Easter Sunday morning coffee, it’s done!), and do a bit of writing. But after this afternoon my time is completely committed to others, and I’ve finally de-stressed about it.
Mostly. 🙂 (as my kids say, that’s just how I roll…)
I have a few naughty tales I’m working on, but having the weekend off from writing (and really, most of this week was rambly rather than “write-y”) will make me desperate to sit and start composing.
(That word always makes me think of that Beethoven joke…do you know it? Why do you hear Beethoven’s 5th Symphony playing backwards when you go to visit his grave? Because he’s de-composing…wahahaha..yeah, it’s juvenile. *laughs*)
I’m starting the 50 day challenge early because if I don’t toughen up a bit I’ll die on Monday when I have to do the full 50 of everything…LOL…so I’ve done half of all the required moves for the last few days…and I’m happy to report that I’ve lost over 2 pounds since Master got me “on track”…woot. (The goal is ten by Father’s Day weekend.) I’m happy to report my results here…and you will all have to deal with my happy bragging. 🙂
OH! Have any of you all seen the new Huggies ad? Now, I am well and truly past the diapering age here (thank the goddess…!) and I was never a Huggie momma…cloth diapers all the way…but this new ad? It’s fucking *brilliant*. It says “New mom” and shows her covering herself and the babe in a restaurant as she breastfeeds. The second shot is mom with babe two, at the table (as opposed to hiding in a corner) boob mostly exposed as the child nurses. 🙂 Makes me smile every. single. time. Breastfeeding is natural, nurturing, perfect. And who doesn’t like to see a booby flash now and again, right?
Well, after attending to a few more “necessary” tasks, I found myself some time to sit and come back here. Had to share with my peeps…oh wait. I just can-not use the word anymore. Seriously. My 6 yo has a wicked sweet tooth and we went to the grocery story a bit ago…
There are frigging Peeps everywhere. Do you know Peeps? Marshmallow treats shaped as baby chicks or other Easter-y critters, covered in yellow sugar. Except now they come in purple and pink and blue and green…I’ll admit that my kiddo was kinda funny in her perseverance and more than one person was grinning as she walked hunched over, stiff legged and saying “Peep? Peep?” canting her head this way and that.
Yeah, I still said no.
Last thing that girl needed was more sugar.
I’m having my first bout of cravings. I’ll get through it, but man…it sucks.
Last night I was exchanging texts with Master while I was at work. We were talking about “normal stuff” and then he says something about me farting. (whatta “guy”, right?) And I said I don’t fart hard enough to do what he was suggesting…that was a guy thing.
He responds with “Okay, wel’ll work on it-just need a bigger asshole”
to which *I* respond:
“I already have a large Asshole-He created ZNN”
whahahaha…instead of getting slammed, He laughs, and told me that my zinger earned me a reprieve of a half-o on ZNN. Who knew the Master enjoys a smartass sub.
(well I did… 🙂 )
We’re still trying to work out when our next playday will be. We might miss the entire month of April between our two schedules, but I’m already ready to jump back on the Wall and play sexy nasty painful games with Him. You all know what a greedy slut I am. 🙂
Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate, and blessed Spring for those who follow a more pagan tradition…and happy Sunday to those of you who merely enjoy the dawning of a new day. 🙂