Wishful Thinking

We canceled plans for the evening. It's crappy outside. Man and beast both need to stay in. And that's exactly what we're doing. Heck, I think I might even watch American Idol tonight. That would be a new experience.

It was nice to come home and decide together to just stay in by ourselves. I made a pot of chili. I make darn good chili. I'd stand it up against any Texan's recipe any day. Guaranteed, mine's more than likely better. It's taken years and years to perfect.

Anyhow, as I browned the meat, Adam leaned against the counter and asked "So is it true?"


"Is what true?" I wanted to know.

"Your blog."

Oh.

That.

I laughed and said "No.... not really. I just hate winter."

I drove through a white out this morning for over 20 miles. I couldn't see the road because it was covered completely with snow. There weren't even any tire tracks. And the snow was coming down so fast and hard that it was near impossible to see. And yet, I forged ahead at about 25-30 miles per hour.

The drive home was better except for all those drifts on the road. Believe me there were plenty and some were pretty bad. You know what I mean... when the wind blows across an open area and the snow all lands on the road. Some of these drifts are pretty long... a half mile or more in some cases.

How about a snow day? Not around here. We just muddle through. I think our last one was two - maybe three - years ago.

And yet, I hope. I don't know anymore what it would take. We're even allowed a few without having to make them up. WHAT are they waiting for? I guess more kids need to get killed trying to drive in this crap.

Tomorrow?

Anything's possible.

I wonder if I could convince Adam to take the day off if I were to get a snow day?

Can't you just see it? We could stay in bed all day. Or we could play with the pup. Adam would spank me with the crop of course but I wouldn't mind the belt too. And he always uses his hand. And hey, we have a red flogger that hasn't been used in a while. Heck I wouldn't even mind wood if I got a day off work. Why not? I'll get the wooden spoons out myself... IF IF IF I ever get a snow day AND Adam stays home with me. The chance of both those events taking place is about the same as Elis actually talking to Nick. We all know THAT'S not going to happen!

But after Adam is done spanking me maybe we could get the Hitachi out and have some fun. Actually I should say OF COURSE we would have some fun... the maybe is for the Hitachi part. We always have fun after a spanking... well almost always. We just don't always get the Hitachi out. You knew what I meant, right?

Anyhow, I think I'm feeling better than I was last night when I decided to whine to you.

But wait.

This is just wishful thinking.

And oh, how I do wish.....

Think Snow...

No.

Wait.

Think ENOUGH snow. I'm just not sure how much that might be. We've had over forty inches this season and not once has any amount been enough.

An Untitled Post

I don't want sex.

I don't want spanked.

I don't want to blog.

I don't want to go to work.



Is winter even close to being over?

Blah.

Moods don't last forever, thank God.

Just Because it's Funny

For the sake of clarity (Theresa) watch and listen as this preacher tries to say something about pitching tents. I can't imagine this poor guy's humiliation....

What Was I Thinking?

Adam and I managed to get a day off together this week.

Over breakfast he asked "Are you feeling lucky today?"

I'm not sure if I should plead insanity here or stupidity. Just give me a break. I was barely awake.

I told him "NO."

I immediately felt bad and wondered why he didn't spank me right then and there.

I then asked "Are YOU feeling lucky?"

His response: "Well I was till you said you weren't."

Later I got a shower.

After that we went to bed.

I really wasn't in the mood but I knew I could probably be persuaded... especially if he got the Hitachi out for me to play with.

Things were progressing nicely when he stretched across the bed and reached under it. We keep two items there.

The Hitachi.

And the crop.

While my mind was thinking "Please oh please let it be the Hitachi" my butt was thinking "No way, dude. We want (yes we.. there's two of them back there, yes?) the crop."

My butt won. It was the crop.

It was also the best spanking I've ever had. Aren't they all? Hehehehe.... He really nailed me with some fast, hard strokes. And when he entered me from behind he continued the spanking. That's the best. The absolute best.

Who needs the Hitachi anyhow? Oh wait. That would be me. I love the Hitachi but today was absolutely wonderful too.

The pup and I took a nap on the couch later.

I love lazy days.

Shifting gears......

One more thing.... are you familiar with the fruitcake lady? She cracks me up.

Watch this....

Just for the Moment

If someone told you that in order to keep your job you would need to shell out thousands of dollars for a degree that you really don't want, what would you do? If you were only qualified to do ONE thing that paid over and above minimum wage, would you shell out the money? Would you go for the degree that you don't want? Just to keep your job?

I have been saying it this way: "I'm spending money that I don't have for a degree that I don't want."

Apparently I need it though.

Why? Why would I do this?

Because....

I love my job.

I need my job.

I need the benefits my job provides.

It just torques me that five years from now, I will no longer be qualified to do the job I will have done for 13 years by then. Excuse me? What's wrong with this picture?

I'm okay with continuing my education but to be forced to get this degree?

And besides, it's not just the money. It's the time. Have you noticed I haven't been able to post quite as often since the holiday season ended? Well this is why. Eva has gone back to school. Grad school. Big whoop-dee-doo.

On the up side I am gaining a lot already. I just don't WANT to. I'd rather whine. I'd rather hear you all say "ohhhhh... poor Eva... how dare they take time away from your blog."

You know what I think? I think that one of those stress buster spankings you all talk about would be PERFECT right about now.

How cool would it be for Adam to come to me right now, take me by the hand and pull me up from this chair?

And how cool would it be for him to yank my pants down? And take the crop to my backside?

And how wonderful might it be for him to spank and spank until I can hardly stand another stroke?

And then.....

And then....

Well you know what comes with a spanking.... Yowza.

Forget school.

Forget knowledge.

Forget my job.

Just for the moment... just for the moment let it be me and my very best friend... my husband.. my lover.... my spanker.

Ah, but................

Adam isn't home tonight.

Crap.

The Details

Last Monday was our day.

Finally the house was ours again. And finally we had time to play again.

And I know all you detail whores out there have been waiting. So let's see....

Details, huh?

Well here's a detail for you. By the time Adam finally spanked me and made love to me, I was to the point where I could nearly have an orgasm by just THINKING about sex and/or the Hitachi. How's that for details? Have you ever been so horny that thoughts alone about put you over the edge? That's where I was and honestly, I don't recall EVER having been there before.

Anyhow, the fun all started on Monday when I went to get a shower. It wasn't long and Adam was in there with me. After a little hugging, touching, squeezing, pinching I looked at him and said FUCK ME NOW and I don't use that F word very often.

I was beyond saying something sweet like "Honey please make love to me, slow and passionate like."

The hell with that nonsense. I wanted it fast, hard, and NOW.

God bless Adam. He's such a freakin' tease, doncha know?

We ended up in bed and he showed no signs of spanking me but honestly, that was fine at the moment. It just felt good to be naked and next to him. And just when I was reaching the point of begging him to TAKE ME NOWWWWWWW, what does he do?

THEN he decides to spank. He stopped everything. Reached down below the bed and got the crop. Talk about flying high. I was in spanko hog heaven. It honestly doesn't get any better than what it was that day. It can't get any better, can it? I seriously doubt it.

It wasn't long until he was inside me but he kept right on spanking. It was so nice. By the time he was done, I was relaxed enough that I knew I wasn't about to get out of that bed for a while.

I think that afternoon was the nicest we've had in all our lives. And since we really can't improve on perfection, I guess we're done. We've achieved perfection so there's no more need for spanking. And if there's no more need for spanking then there's no more need for this blog, huh?

Psych.

Geeze. You didn't REALLY think I meant that did you?

There's plenty of need because I can be somewhat of a needy little... well, you know....

So until next time, I hope these details are enough to satisfy those minds who have been waiting!!

A Twin's Tag

My twin tagged me.

The idea is to tell five things that aren't known about me and she's challenged me to tell things that even she doesn't know. Actually this is easier than she thinks because I could tell you what I'm wearing right now, what I ate for lunch today, and other such things but somehow I don't think that's what anyone has in mind.

So here goes... five things that even my twin doesn't know...

1) When I was a kid I LOVED basketball. My father took me to see the Harlem Globetrotters. A few months later he took me to see the female version of the Harlem Globetrotters. They were called - I think - The Redheads. I just knew that I would dye my hair red someday and be one of them.

2) I had a favorite doll when I was a kid. One day at work we were talking about childhood toys. I hadn't remembered the doll in ages. When I came home that night and told Adam, he promptly got on eBay and found the same doll and bought her for me.



3) If I won a few million dollars I would pack up and move to southern Utah - that is if Adam would agree and come with me, of course!!






4) There is something in my genetic makeup that would not allow me to carry boys. I lost two back in the early 80's.


5) Back in the seventies I owned every Barry Manilow album he made. His music still brings a smile to my face.

It's my turn to tag... I tag all y'all. Get moving!!

Our First Day Alone in a Month

Okay, okay... no more chips for the pup. He'll get his Purina puppy chow and a few treats here and there. And I would never waste a good ribeye on a canine unless it had done something spectacular - like dragging a person from a burning building. Being cute? That's nice but not worth a good steak.

We had a good part of the day alone. Offspring #3 - okay, our youngest child - left for school before noon. So now you're wondering huh? I can see the wheels turning in Theresa's head. I can hear PK shouting "I"m the detail whore... you HAVE to tell me." And Tiggr? She's probably bouncing off her seat about now.

So did I or did I not get spanked finally? Geeze. Haven't I whined long enough? And I've made you all victims of my diatribes, huh? Okay, okay without further ado, click on this video. It holds the answer to the question of the day.

Did Eva get spanked? Did Eva get to have some raw animal sex with Adam?

What do you think?? This should say it all. Make sure your speakers are on!

Chips .... My Pup Likes Chips

One of my all time favorite bloggers has just got to be Sar over at Pieces. She has a love for life that seems to match none other. I adore her musings of twinkies and pups and neanderthals and marines and water guns and I could go on and on and on. She's one of the best.

I've never spoken to her personally. I don't even know if she reads other blogs. I have heard that she will answer emails but I've never emailed her myself. I just read and love her from afar. Now though, I think I might have to enlist her help. I'm sure she'd have some advice here, don't you think?

Here's what happened.

It is not my fault, I swear.

Okay so maybe it's my fault but it's not intentional.


It was one little potato chip dropped innocently and accidentally. The pup grabbed it and ran. Remembering how we fed our childhood dog the occasional chip I really didn't feel it was worth the effort to chase him down to wrestle the chip from his mouth.

What could one little chip possibly hurt?

It's not my fault either that chips taste good to a pup.

He was soon back at my side. He's got the cutest little face with the cutest little puppy dog eyes and the most adorable little bark. I gave him another.

And another.

Yip-yip.

And another.

The pup likes chips.

Offspring number three ratted me out to Adam. I think SHE needs spanked!!!

Adam doesn't want the pup to have chips and is threatening to spank me if I give him any more people food.

Is he kidding me? He hasn't spanked me properly in over a month and now he threatens me with such things? Puh-leeeeze.

So what do you think I did next?

You know it.

I discovered the pup likes popcorn and ice cream sandwiches but isn't all that fond of ginger snap cookies. He bats the popcorn around until it's crumbs before he eats it. It made a huge mess but not to worry. He sucked up every crumb. And the ice cream? He wears it on his chin like any pup would. I had to pick the ginger snap up though after a while. That's a no-go.

And even after all that I still haven't been properly spanked. Heck, I'd give the pup the whole dang bag of Lays if I thought it would help. Tomorrow our nest finally returns to us... empty as we like it. Maybe he's waiting till then? Ya think?

We'll see.

I'm thinking since offspring #3 leaves for school in the morning and we're both off I'll give him till supper time and if I've not gotten that spanking yet that I've been whining to you about for weeks.... well, I just might email Sar for some advice. After all, she knows all about pups and food. And if that doesn't work, I think I'll grill the pup a ribeye of his very own.

Happy, Happy Birthday Darlin'

Hey Ceeci!!!!

Can you hear me??

Guess WHAT???

You didn't think for one minute
that I'd forget your birthday, did you?

Heck, I even baked you a cake
but Fed EX called to say their driver ate it on the way to your place.
I knew I should have called UPS.

So then I thought I would send flowers,
but when I called my florist he said that
I needed to provide him with more
of an address than "Ceeci's house."



I thought about sending you on a cruise....



Or to the coast but then I remembered ...
YOU ALREADY LIVE THERE

Words won't do it....
Gifts won't do it....

A song?
A poem?
Nah.....

Truly, nothing seems adequate
when it comes to you.
You are a portrait of class and elegance....


You are warmth ....
Sunshine...


More than anything I am proud to call you my friend.


And I'm proud of your accomplishments....
Your own business...
Your computer knowledge...
Your victory over alcohol....


You inspire me.... And you complete this community that we all love so very much.... I wish you the happiest of Birthdays ever, my friend!!!




And now that the mushy stuff is out of the way...
Bend over... we're gonna spank your ass good!!!


Happy Birthday!!!

Thoughts

Last night a good friend said "Your husband should spank you twice tonight for that."

I don't remember what I had said. I only remember I was joking with him.

I was also caught off guard when he said that.

Does that mean he knows? Or maybe he suspects? Or am I over reacting? Paranoid?

I've often wondered about him and his wife. Now I wonder if he wonders about us. Or was he just kidding? What's it all mean?

Had we not been with a group of ten people I might have looked at him, said something and watched HIS reaction. I think he knows. I really do. I think he was searching for my reaction and I gave him EXACTLY the only reaction I could.

I pretty much pretended to not hear him.

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After a month of being spank deprived ... If I'd only known that bending over to put the puppy's harness on would get me even just a little... well, I would have bought a dog a loooooong time ago.

It was only 10 or 12 swats but they were firm ones. They were unexpected ones. I didn't even know Adam was in the room. They definitely left me wanting more.

He turned to me and said "And THAT was MY idea."

I had recently told him that it doesn't count any longer unless it's HIS idea. Not mine.

Ouch.

He reminded me that a holiday is coming and that our youngest will return to school that day. She'll drive herself back early that morning. And we'll be at home.

Alone.

All day.

Why do I feel fairly certain that mother nature is going to foul this up for me? Seriously. Why's this necessary once one is done with having children? I don't get it.

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And now that we're proud puppy parents I found this an interesting concept to consider:

At Least it's Not Math!!!

Not sure what your world is like at the moment
but mine is cold and rainy. I was looking for some-
thing fun to do and I thought if it wasn't math you
all might like it also. Hehehehe

A Spanko Wordsearch
JPSYSTIMRIICEEC SMARTSJWNICKGBY TLNOMMEXUFBMQUS GUAGGOIVJSECARG CCMBWDUMARGGITY EISRANDYNDBHQSD INSFNAXMBNEGWDF SDOKOROFAENNOFI SYBXBTBNQILTBAN AMXWTYCWHQCAMJS CXJOZYTTKGSTEMQ IABUXTONMEXMAQE MLSNXNLORRJGUIO RURAYDJEEHGGNDX FALSEOHBGIENKWQ GPIVPTMAECOMADA BLCTYANAKBFDOEN EXJCTCDASGUAIVC WANCQIFMDPWROAJ SNOWBXSBECOJGCE
SearchWords ADAM AMBER BONNIE BOSSMAN BOTTOM CASSIE CEECI CINDY DANTE DAVE ELIS EVA GRACE MOJO NANCY NICK NOTHING PADME PAUL RANDOM RANDY SMARTS SUZY THERESA TIGGR TODD MAGGIE

Disconnection

So finally, the house was ours. The nest was (temporarily) empty again.

Unfortunately Adam was too tired for much playing. Actually I have never seen the man too tired so I'm not quite buying that as an excuse. I think he just doesn't want to hurt me by saying that he just wasn't in the mood. But that wouldn't bother me, really. I know why he's not in the mood.

We're disconnected.

For the past month we haven't been Adam and Eva. We've been mom and dad again. And now not only are we mom and dad to three grown offspring who were all here for the holidays we also have the new pup to consider.

The bad news is that - even though I darn near begged and pleaded - there was no spanking.

The good news is that there was some very nice sweet slow love making.

The even better news is that the pup was oblivious to it all. He didn't seem to care.

Now to find out what he thinks of the crop, the belt, and the flogger.

Adam has promised soon.

We've done what was needed in the past out of necessity with children living here. I think now that they are grown it's better to just wait until they are back where they belong. We're still in mom and dad mode for one more week.

And really, we need to make the best of that. The kids don't know Adam and Eva and definitely don't want or need to.

In the meantime, she's out of the house again. She went with her sister and brother in law to a movie.

Fingers crossed again.

He did give me a pretty decent - as Elis would call it - pop on the butt earlier in the kitchen.

Maybe later.

A girl can dream, yes?

SIDENOTE: Elis emailed me about Lily's site. Does anyone know what in the world is going on there?

I Wonder . . .

On my way home from work today I called offspring #3 to see if she wanted to go with Adam and me for dinner. She quickly agreed when I let her pick the restaurant. Mexican. One of her favorites and ours so it was an easy choice.

After that was settled she then informed me that she was going to go spend the night with 3 of her old friends from her high school days.

Oh really?

She said she hoped we didn't mind but this was the last chance they could all get together as everyone would soon be returning to their respective schools.

I saddened my voice as best I could and told her that we'd be okay... that we'd find some way to entertain ourselves.... that we'd probably play with the pup all night.

I told her to be ready to go when I got home. We talked a few more minutes and then hung up.

I IMMEDIATELY called Elis. Told her I wouldn't keep her long but I had to tell her a couple things. With that accent of hers she said, "All right."

I then told her, "Well first off, I just spoke with offspring #3 and she wanted to know if hair gel was safe for the pup. I told her that depended on whether the pup is WEARING the hair gel or EATING the hair gel."

I would not have been surprised to learn that the pup is eating it. Silly dog eats his own poop. Okay. I know. TMI.

Turns out offspring #3 got bored today and decided to give the pup a Mohawk hairdo. She said she's trying to make him manly because Adam and I are turning him into a prissy boy.

"And what's wrong with prissy boys?" I asked.

Anyhow, I then told Elis the other thing I called to tell her - that offspring #3 had plans not just for the evening but for overnight!!

Whooo hooooooooooooo!!!

So now she's gone. Adam's playing with the pup who's about due for a nap. The pup has been here for 3 weeks and has yet to be exposed to a spanking.

Is it possible he's a spanko pup? Seems I remember Cassie talking about cats that are NOT spankos (run from the room) and cats that ARE spankos (hop on the dresser to get a better view).

I wonder what he'll be? Super spanko pup? Protective of mommy pup? Indifferent pup?

But more importantly I wonder if I'll even get to find out tonight.

A Very Nice Review

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Any Volunteers?

Okay. Admittedly I did not mean it when I said I was blog striking until Adam spanked me. I mean come on, that might be a while. And I would miss you all. Besides, until then I certainly need to vent and where better than here on your shoulders.

Kidding. Venting isn't necessary but it's true. It has been a while. A loooong while. That's okay though. I can contentedly live vicariously. Not a problem.

How about all of you? Are you as glad as I am that the holidays are over? I love my kids with all my heart however it's tiring. I've gotten used to only looking out for Adam and myself. When they are home, their friends come over. Their friend's friends stop by. And me? I think everyone has to overeat. After all, it IS the holiday season. I feed them all.

It was fun. Lots of fun. But now I'm kind of glad to be back to my routine. Spring break will be nice. No one will be here. I'll have that whole week to blog. Can you believe I'm already counting down the days?

I do really like that third picture in my previous post. It would make a great avatar, if you ask me. Okay, so you didn't ask me. Still.....I think someone out there should use it.

This is small talk. Maybe I should quit beating around the bush here and just get to the point. Ya think? Okay...

Here goes....

ADAM~ Can you hear me? Geeze... I'm waiting... My readers are waiting. We're tired of the small talk of this post. Spank me or I'm gonna find someone who will.

Nah, I'm just kidding...

We still have a child home for the holidays. She's here till MLK day. I'm fairly certain though that we'll take care of business the minute she leaves. No wait. It will probably be that time of the month. After that, I'm sure.

Geeze.

I give up.

Some Fun Things

Are you kidding me? I can't imagine it.

~~~oooOOOooo~~~

And here's a sign you'd never see posted in my world!! No sirrreeee BOB!!

~~~oooOOOooo~~~

Go ahead. Tell me this doesn't do for you what it does for me. Is it hot in here? I'll have what she's having!!

~~~oooOOOooo~~~

And this? This just looks like fun. Does it remind you of anyone? Tiggr & Dante? Elis & Nick?? How about me and Adam? Yeah. That's it. Me and Adam.

~~~oooOOOooo~~~

It's been weeks. Weeks and weeks since I've been spanked. I'm ready. I'm close to desperate but purple? I'm not that desperate. No spankings for me from something purple.

~~~oooOOOooo~~~

On the other hand, however, owning one of these might be nice for times such as this.

~~~oooOOOooo~~~

Ya think? I thought we established that at the beginning of this post!!!

~~~oooOOOooo~~~

Okay, that's it!! I can't take anymore. I'm going on blogging strike and I won't be back till Adam has spanked me.