Well, you know the rest. Wow. More sad news. Now a best friend has cancer, and it doesn’t look too good. What’s next?? I’m just waiting for the flood.
I guess this is all part of life. Just that it all really sucks. I’m so sad today. I want to crawl back into bed and cry. I won’t do it. It won’t make a difference to anyone if I do. I will have a shower, get dressed and go on with my day. My friend will need me to be strong during this time. He called me last night and told me to make sure I do all the crying before we see each other. I told him I will make sure I have the water works turned off by the time I see him, but no guarantee, that I might spring a leak when we hug.
It’s my birthday this week. I think that I will keep it low-key. Pretty sure people are not into celebrating right now.
Things can change so quickly. Sir’s Dad is back in the hospital. He is not doing well. Stable but very confused and out of it most of the time. Sir has been at the hospital every day. It’s a stressful time. I wish there was more I could do to help. We are hoping that he pulls through and that he will be back to his usual silly happy self.
I guess our lives are on hold now while we deal with all of this.
Yes, I do believe so! Daddy fisted me when he got home. It was so good. I love it! Cant you hear me yelling it at you? I LOVE IT! hehehe. Hope there will be a fisting Tuesday. Or maybe I will get it every day this week. Oh man that would be so awesome!!!
I was over on pinkcherry checking out all the new toys when I came across a few new nipple toys. I like the nipple vises. They look like fun.
Or maybe you need these! Nipple Plungers! or this Boobie Beanie hahaha!
Whatever! I think they would all be fun to play with.
Some times having a talk with your partner is a very good idea. Sometimes getting angry and blowing up, it not a good idea. Yeah I blew up. Seems I do it about 3 times a year. Sir says that I bottle up everything. He is right. I do bottle things. I use to talk to Sir about everything. Some where along the road, I stopped. Why? Not sure. Don’t really have the answer to that. I’ve been trying to figure out.
The point is, Sir and I are having a bit of a stressed time. There are some very personal issues that I can’t talk about here. We have been together a long time and we will always be together, but we need to work on things so that we can get back to where we use to be. My depression doesn’t help.
If I don’t blog often, you know why. I will try to blog when good fun things happen. :)
Oh yeah gonna do the turkey. Fitsting the turkey! hehehe. No, not really. We are doing a turkey roll this year. It’s so much easier and it tastes good. Yup, it’s turkey day tomorrow. Sir and I are celebrating alone today. We did my family Thanksgiving dinner last week. I would have loved to have the kids here, but they are both working today. It’s ok, I like when Sir and I have the day to ourselves. We are popping a bottle of red and both in the kitchen cooking up an awesome dinner. I am pulling out the nice dishes and the candles. I might even wear something nice. Or maybe I will be naked at the table.
This does screw up my diet, but I can have one cheat day.
Happy turkey Day!
I know it’s fisting friday, but I am not feeling so great today. My depression is full on today. No idea why. OK, that’s not really true. I do know why. I have been dwelling in the past again. I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes the old brain decides to go there and doesn’t leave until it’s done making me feel sad and breaking my heart all over again. *sigh* it’s tough to escape the memories.
Doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself that it’s over, forgive yourself, move on there is nothing here. It still comes to the surface and it’s like it all just happened yesterday. Will it ever change? will I ever forget? Probably not. For years I drank the memories away. keeping the brain numb is what helped me. But now I only drink a couple of glasses of wine in a week. Yeah I did the sober up thing and tried to deal with it all. For the most part I did deal with it all. I just can’t seem to let it go and for get it.
Oh well, such is life. Moving on….
Maybe Daddy will spank it all out of me later. :)