Road Trip Summary

When Adam and I first started planning our trip we first had to figure out how many days we'd need for travel to get from here to there to there to there to there. We passed through many cities. Some we stopped for a meal. Others provided a nights rest while others we stopped to visit a point of interest. Others we just blew past on the highway.

Our trip was divided into three segments. The first stop was time with our oldest daughter. The second segment was Adam and I alone just for us for a few days. And finally the last segment was our wonderful visit with PK and her family.

Here's a list of the major cities we saw in one form or another: Charleston, Charlotte, Columbia, Atlanta, Macon, Savannah, Oxford, Tupelo, Little Rock, Texarkana, Dallas, Memphis, Jackson, Nashville, Louisville, Lexington, Cincinnati, Columbus.

It was quite a road trip and I would back up and do it all over again. The best part was that it was like three trips rolled into one. None of them were alike. They all had different purposes.

We had a blast with our daughter. She lives 850 miles from home so our visits with her are few and far between. She took us to a neighboring city to see where she has been offered a new job. That was awesome because we got to see two cities we otherwise wouldn't have seen on this trip.



The second part of our trip was three days in Savannah. If you've never been there, consider it for your next road trip. It is a beautiful old city. We spent three days walking the streets, strolling by the river. One night we watched the boats come and go underneath the moonlight. Another night we took in a show. It was pure music from beginning to end; two complete hours of live fifties music. There was a little acting in it but mostly music. It was a very nice performance.

Finally the third part of our journey took us to PK. Wow. We had a blast. She's already told many parts of the visit on her site so please excuse any duplicates. The first night there they came to our hotel and picked us up. PK and I rode in the backseat. Instantly... I mean IMMEDIATELY the guys were talking.

I don't know who was more shocked...PK or me. Many times throughout the visit she and I would stop talking just to listen to the boys. I think we knew that a lot was riding on whether or not the guys got a long. I can't speak for Nick and PK but I can speak for Adam and myself. We walked away knowing that we've made friends for life and that this was just the first of many visits.

There will be more to come about our trip but you know what? I'm open to questions. Ask away. You'd be doing me a favor. You see, over the next six weeks I am scheduled for three surgical procedures. Two are minor. One is major. I've got all that heavy on my mind so it's hard for me to think of anything else.

And yes, I am guilty as charged when it comes to the backscratcher but did you notice that even if it is evil, PK still refers to it as a "toy." I think she's trying to make you all think it's worse than it really is. Hehehehee Anyhow, it was an awesome twelve days right down to the very last minute.

My Version of TMI Tuesday

My Version of TMI Tuesday

A lot of people out there post TMI Tuesdays. I thought this would be appropriate... though I'm sure a some it you've heard here before.

Honesty is always the best.....
...thirty-nine secrets about yourself.[be honest no matter what.]

[one] what is your natural hair color? brown of some shade... it's been years since I've seen it, but the roots have lots of gray

[two] where was your picture on your profile taken? it's not me. The picture of my eyes on the top of my blog is from a picture I took a while back.

[three] what's your middle name? I wasn't given one; now it's my maiden name

[four] your current relationship status? looking

[five] does your crush like you back? I have several crushes at the moment... I'm not sure how they feel.

[six] what is your current mood? Pretty lazy.

[seven] what color underwear are you wearing? white

[eight] what makes you happy? Lots of stuff... I'm a pretty happy person. Family, email, blog comments...

I'm not sure what happened to [nine]... somebody have a question?

[ten] if you could go back in time and change something, what would it be? If I changed something, I might not be where I am now, so I guess nothing.

[eleven] if you must be an animal for one day, what would you be? One of my parent's dogs. They have it well!

[twelve] ever had a near death experience? I guess it depends on your definition.

[thirteen] something you do a lot? I spend WAY too much time on the computer.

[fourteen] the song stuck in your head? Nothing at the moment... just the wind chimes blowing overhead.

[fifteen] who did you copy and paste this from? Darkneuro, one of my favorite bloggers.

[sixteen] name someone with the same birthday as you? My old OBGYN... he's retired now.

[seventeen] when was the last time you cried? Sunday

[eighteen] have you ever sung in front of a large audience? Yes, at church and at the high school talent show a couple of years ago... much to my daughter chagrin!

[nineteen] if you could have one super power what would it be? To look at some one and read their thoughts.

[twenty] what's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Their smile.

[twenty-one] what do you usually order from Starbucks? White Chocolate Mocha.

[twenty-two] what's your biggest secret? If I told you it wouldn't be a secret!

[twenty-three] favorite colors? Red, black, orange

[twenty-four] when was the last time you lied? I'm not a good liar; I'm more likely to omit the truth.

[twenty-five] do you still watch kiddy movies or TV shows? Occasionally

[twenty-six] what are you eating or drinking at the moment? coffee with my sweetener and creamer

[twenty-seven] do you speak any other language? A little Spanish.

[twenty-eight] what's your favorite smell? I like lots of smells: fresh clean cotton, lavender, a clean man...

[twenty-nine] if you could describe your life in one word what would it be? Blessed

[thirty] when was the last time you gave/received a hug? My dad on Father's Day. I'm due.

[thirty-one] have you ever kissed in the rain? I don't recall

[thirty-two] what are you thinking about right now? A man to hug and kiss in the rain... not my dad!

[thirty-three] what should you be doing? Baking, cleaning up... lots of stuff!

[thirty-four] what was the last thing that made you upset/angry? I don't recall... I'm pretty easy goin'.

[thirty-five] how often do you pray? Not as often as I should.

[thirty-six] do you like working in the yard? Not particularly, but I do like it to look good, so I do what is necessary... and pay someone to do the rest!

[thirty-seven] if you could have any last name in the world, what would you want? I'm okay with the one I've got.

[thirty-eight] do you act differently around your crush? I try always to be myself.

[thirty-nine] name one song that reminds you of an ex? "Evergreen." It was the song first song we danced to at our wedding reception

Some New Spanking Toys

While on our trip we picked up six - yes S*I*X - new spanking implements. I guess even when you aren't exactly living the lifestyle, it's never far from the mind. I'm going to show you all six and then we're going to play a little guessing game with them but before we do, I have something to show you.


No. This is not a spanking toy. This is the handle of my gravy ladle. Can you begin to guess why in the world I would show you the handle of my gravy ladle?

On Saturday, PK fixed us all some ice cream. It was awesome... strawberry cheesecake. And she stuck some of those long round cookies in it. I forget what you call them. Anyhow, on about my fourth bite of ice cream, guess what I noticed? I about fell out of my chair. It's just one more thing we have in common. We both have the same exact silver. It blows me away every time we discover another twin thing so I just had to share that with you.

Okay now on to the new implements. In a day or two I will tell you where we got them along the way on our trip but due to the nature of the game I want to play today, you'll have to wait for all that info.

In no particular order ......

We acquired this... that's right ladies and gentlemen we now have our very own slapper. Adam discovered that the rawhide handle is almost as much fun as the actual implement. It's been used once ... okay... maybe twice.





This is hard to decipher in the picture but it's one of those two sided paddles. It's about the size of a ping pong paddle. It's fur on one side and all business on the other side. We've not had opportunity to use it yet but hopefully before the snow flies again we will have our life back.





Next we have this little beauty. That's right folks. Eva who has never before been spanked with a hairbrush has joined the ranks of the rest of you. It's not been officially broken in however it has packed a wallop or two to my rear ... just to test it.

This next number is just down right pretty. It's a thin spatula made from "tiger maple" which I had never heard of before. I wouldn't have known what it was if it wasn't engraved, burnt into the handle. Lovely isn't it? Personally I think Tiggr needs one of these!!

Standard Spatula. Not yet used. I don't think I'm very afraid of it.

And honestly I think Grace slipped this back scratcher into the collection!!! I mean where else in the world could it have come from?



The funniest part of all this is on the way home - on the final stretch - Adam informed me that as soon as I am up for a thorough spanking we're going to play "name that state" where without looking I'll not only guess the implement but have to remember which state we acquired it in.... and that he will spank me with each one until I get it right. I immediately shouted "California!" Adam laughed so hard I thought he was going to wreck the car.

Ummm.... we didn't go to California on this trip. hehehehe



Now for my fun little game. You all are going to vote. The question is ....

Which toy did PK give to Adam as a gift when we arrived in her area? And if you haven't read her site yet, go do that. You should be able to eliminate one of them easy enough. Just don't forget to come back here to vote!!!

New Implement

Which new implement did PK give to Adam?? The Slapper The two sided paddle The Hairbrush The Tiger Maple Spatula The yellow spatula The Backscratcher Current Results

Our trip was sensational. I knew it would be because Adam and I have discovered that we travel perfectly together.

We've been in twelve states in as many days. Due to some medical problems I have been having there isn't as much spanking to report as I'm sure you all were hoping for. In all honesty I've thought about shutting my blog down because there just is NO spanking to talk about. Not much anyhow.

I have hoops to jump through before my life will return to normal in those areas. We take what little we can get when we can get it but it usually feels like a tease. It would feel like an even bigger tease to write about it. I have two doctor appointments this week. I have a minor surgery next week on Monday. I have numerous appointments in July. Then the big surgery will (hopefully) finally take place. Adam has been on the phone on my behalf quite a bit today. We're thinking the big surgery will be happening in August.

Until after that I don't know where I will be going with my blog. I promise it will return to spanking one day and I might throw a bit in there now and then when I have anything exciting to report. In the meantime, I will be writing some about our trip. I'd love to share that with you so I hope you keep reading.

I guess all I'm saying is that if this blog has nothing to do with spanking in the upcoming months, I understand if you don't want to read but I'd love it if you would bear with me. After all I've got lots to share about PK!!!!

For starters, here are three things you might not know about her:

1) She has the most beautiful family.
2) She loves her kids more than a mama bear loves her cubs. I pity anyone who would ever try to hurt either LJ or Molly.
3) She lies. She can too cook and clean.

Grace 2

Today I'm excited to post another great writing from our friend Grace. This one touched me when she first posted it and touched me again just as much the 6th time I read it. Enjoy!

Oct 5, 2006

dirty laundry

I was only joking when I said I would do my next post on laundry. Apparently, you all are fascinated by laundry. Therefore I feel it is my duty and honor to write a post about laundry.

First of all, what is it about dirty laundry? It's obviously dirty. It smells bad. There are stains. Dirty laundry can tell you a lot about a person. First of all, you can usually tell if it's a male or female. You can tell if it's a baby, child or adult. You can probably even tell if it's a teenager. If you dig further, you find out, what kind of perfume they wear, what kind of deodorant they wear, what they had for lunch or dinner.

If you look at my sons laundry, you would find lots of grass stains, every pair of jeans with a holes in the knees, lots of paint and marker stains, and always, always, always, you will find food stains. You will easily be able to tell what he had for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You most certainly will be able to tell that he plays sports. As with most little boys, you will smell that dirty dog smell that he so sweetly smells like after a hard day of play. Mixed in the laundry basket, you will find, army guys, hot wheels, Star Wars figures, and plastic toy guns. This is my son.

My daughters laundry is a whole different story. My daughter chooses to wear thongs. There has been great controversy over whether a good parent would allow their precious teen wear such a sexy piece of clothing. My short thought on that is...I can't stop her. She buys her own underwear, and she would wear them whether I said yes or no. She started wearing them before I even knew she wore them. Her friends would buy them for her. Since I'm pretty positive she isn't sexually active, I am not to concerned about the thongs. So, in her laundry, you would find thongs, you would find the hormonal smell of teen female. You'll find miniskirts and pink striped socks. You would also find secret notes from her friends. Notes about the worst teacher in the school, the cutest boy in P.E. class and (unfortunately) which girl in school is pregnant. Her laundry tells the story of her life. It's chaotic and grown-up, and it's little girly and sweet. It tells the story of a girl child trying to become a woman. This is my daughter.

Bossman has boring laundry. It's smells extremely manly. It has the occasional crumpled dollar bill, or a few stray coins. You might think the man was having an affair because you could easily find scraps of paper with a woman's name and phone number. Lucky for me, I KNOW better. These scraps of paper do give you a glimpse into his "other" life. Names and numbers of people that he talks to and comes in contact when I'm not around. This is my Bossman.

So, what does my laundry say about me? What would a person find out about me if they went through my dirty laundry? Would they notice my tigger tee-shirt with the holes in it that I got when I was pregnant with my son and I still love to sleep in? Would you notice the food stains that I always spill down the front of my shirt? What about the receipts that I always leave in my pockets? If you read those you would know what stuff I buy at the store. Like the tampons and the kitty litter. Would you notice that there is only one bra? Would you notice that I wear jean and tee shirts? Would you smell my favorite perfume, "sweet honesty"? This is me.

Laundry, like life, gets dirty. There are plenty of times when my life smells. Sometimes the smell is yucky, sometimes it's sweet perfume. Life also gets stained. Births and deaths, stain our lives in permanent ways. Ways that won't come out in the wash. Heartbreak and happiness, fade in and out of our lives just like the stains that we get out with a little "spray and wash".

If you took a look at my laundry 6 months or 6 years ago, you would have found something different than today. Laundry, like life, changes over time. Soon my daughter will have grown up laundry. Maybe she'll have the newlywed laundry. The kind with lots of sheets and towels. Maybe she'll have the laundry of a tired new mom with baby spit up on every one of her shoulders. Soon my sons clothes will get bigger. Someday he will have teen boy clothes. Maybe instead of grass stains, I'll find notes from girls. Maybe he'll leave his student id in his pocket. Maybe I'll still find some football sweaty clothes. Maybe instead of the dirty dog smell, I'll smell the hint of cologne. Maybe...

What will the laundry from Bossman and I look like in the future? I don't know. I hope it will have stains from graduation cake, stains from the wine at the wedding toast, and new grandbaby spit upstains. I hope it will still smell like sex and old spice, and sweet honesty. And maybe, if you look closely at the bottom of the basket, you might just find, mixed in with the clothes and socks and underwear...

The backscratcher that I once again hid from Bossman!

later.....

24 Hours With PK and Nick

I don't know where to begin to tell you all how great this past 24 hours has been and how very much I'm looking forward to the next 24.

Being with PK in person is no different than talking on the phone except I can reach out and touch her, hug her, punch her in the arm, etc. She's every bit as fun and loving in person as the person we know here in blog land. She's also the same person I've grown to know and love through our many, many phone conversations throughout this past school year.

We've had a ball so far but I have to tell you..... I was a bit nervous when she invited me into the pool. I told her I didn't have a swim suit but she was insistent that we both go into her pool without suits.

I've never been in such a secluded pool in all my life so I figured why not. I wasn't quite prepared though for what happened next. I'm telling you, you won't believe this. Nick and Adam came at us and both of them had a camera in their hand and now the three of them - Nick, PK, and Adam - are insisting that I post a picture for all of you to see.

I have to be honest I'm just not comfortable posting pictures like this here on my blog, but you're our friends, right? You won't think less of us, right? Seriously people... I mean it. I'm counting on you all to not turn your backs on me and PK because of the picture I'm about to post.

Soooo with all that said.... if you really think you can handle seeing PK and me without our swim suits on go ahead and scroll down. If not, it's okay if you leave now.... you might want to go ahead and scroll below the picture though because I have a new archive post that is an absolute treat to read.

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Theresa 2

This is the second post in my vacation series written by our good friend Theresa. I especially like this one not only for its content but for a few of our former blogging friends who are fondly brought to mind in it.



Enjoy!!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Rosy Red Rest Retreat

October 15th 2010 Somewhere on the Left Side.

"CeeCi what the heck is going on here?" Mojo insisted.
"It's Paul's birthday, I'm decorating. Help me with the balloons and take the ice cream out of the freezer so it can soften."
"CeeCi are you sure you are ok?"
"Yes Mojo hurry they will all be here soon. Here put on a party hat."
"Who CeeCi, who will be here?"
"The gang Eva, Theresa, Elis, Paul, Grace, Tiggr, Cassie." Don't just stand there help me Mojo. Oh Mojo can you run out and get me some film?"
"Film? What kind of film Cee's."
"For the camera silly. I want lots of pictures. Who knows if we will ever see these guys again."
"Darling you're delirious, come let me get you four ibuprofen and put you to bed. We'll call the doctor in the morning."


Somewhere in Georgia

"Where's Theresa?" Glenn the ADON of the nursing home asked the staff.

Pam the head LPN answered," She disappeared about an hour ago. Someone saw her leaving the parking lot with a bunch of Tiggrs. Mr Huff, and Woody are also missing. Big Mama says she heard Theresa trying to talk them into escaping with her. And someone has stolen all the adult diapers and Boost."
"Call 911, get the police over here. I'll call the families and the administrator." Glenn shouted.


Somewhere in a High School Class Room.

"I" before "E" except after "C"... kids, can you say it with me?"
"Mrs Dry, this is supposed to be math. I thought we were having a quiz today?"
"Oh splendid Jason....let's all have a quiz. Lets have a Sudoku quiz." Ahahahahahaha!
"What's up with teach?"
"Beats me. But I didn't study so let's play along."


Somewhere in a Suburban Kitchen

"Nick, I thought I told you I wanted this kitchen gone. And I come back and it is still here."
"Elis what the heck has gotten onto you. You are beginning to really tick me off."
"Why do you keep calling me Elis, who is Elis? You know my name is PK. You're spanking this Elis person aren't you? Nick I am leaving you. I am going to stay with my Sister Eva for awhile. Once you have ended this frivolous relationship with this Elis woman, and disposed of this kitchen, I might consider returning."
"Elis honey, I'm calling the doctor."


Somewhere in a Suburban Living Room

"Grace what the heck is going on here! It looks like a clothes bomb went off in here!"
"Oh Bossman you're home!" Grace exclaims. "Isn't it great, I have found a job that I can do at home."
"Grace, honey what are you talking about? What is all this mess."
"Don't you see? It has been right in front of my nose all along, and I missed it. Everyone has told me that I have a special talent when it comes to laundry. I have taken in laundry from the entire subdivision. Seventy five families have signed up. It is going to be great! Help me get this load to the laundry room."


Somewhere in the South in a Convertible

"Weeeeeee this is the most fun I have had in ages, how about you guys?" Cassie exclaims as she flies down the interstate at 80mph.
Cassie looks over at her two cohorts in crime. Two wide eyed kitties, their claws buried deep in the upholstery, hang on for dear life.
"Hey PK" Cassie asks, dangerously taking her eyes off the road. "Where did you say that tattoo parlor was?"


Phone rings.

Paul "Hello"
Dante "Paul thank God I found you. I did not know who to turn to. Tiggr has been up for 86 hours straight. She won't sleep and all she wants to do is have her picture taken and lap milk out of a bowl."
Paul " Oh No not Tiggr too. Sit down Dante. I'll try to explain. We're going to need your help."




New York Times November 1st 2010

The AMA has discovered a new type of senile dementia. It seems to only strike women 40's and over. Only a handful of diagnosis have been confirmed to date. At first researchers thought it was possibly viral. But these women are from all walks of life, and all over the country. The worlds leading physicians have examined the women and feel that they should be isolated for more research and hopefully determine a treatment.



A benefactor form the UK has offered to sponsor and run a facility where the women can be treated, and cared for until more information on this mysterious disease can be found. All we know about him, is his name is Paul. The benefactor has also enlisted the help on one Dante d'Amore. Besides having an extensive background in psychology, Mr d'Amore seems to have a common link to these demented women. Multiple attempts to interview spouses and family members have proved unsuccessful. The women's homes are heavily guarded.





Later that week at the CNN newsroom, reporters discuss the story.

"Well all of the women were moved out at various times over the last few days. We had surveillance on two homes, and don't even know how they got the women out."

"Hey guys look!" We were right about the location they were taking the women too. We picked up something on video there last night."

"Great let's get this over to the screening room and see what we have."

As they play the video one reporter calls out, "Wait, rewind a little.....ok ok there stop, can you zoom in. Can you get the shot a little clearer? " I knew it! I knew I had seen that bathrobe before, and there is no mistaking that hair."

"Who is it John, do you know her."

Yes remember about 4 years ago the lady in Georgia that climbed the airport tower?"

"You mean the spanko blogger?"

"Yeah that's her, I'll never forget that hair, that face. And I certainly will never forget that bathrobe."

"John are you sure it is her? She became a hero to women everywhere. Sales of that bathrobe hit in the millions. My wife even has one."

Looking a bit shocked, then looking back at the freeze-frame video John stated. "No that's her I am certain of it. Guys there is more to this story than we are being told."


Wednesday Pet Therapy

Eva "That poodle is older than me! You think that is supposed to cheer me up."
Theresa "Eva don't be so mean, poodles have feelings too. And look at her pretty pink toenails."
CeeCi "Why can't we have kitties for pet day?'
Tiggr " It's Wednesday we are supposed to have pussy's and cocks"
All the girls "Ahahahaha Tiggr good one. Yeah it's Wankable Wednesday. Yeahhhhh"
Grace " I'm with Ceeci and Tig why can't we have kitty's (sniff sniff) I miss my kitty. Waaaaahhhh
Theresa "I have an idea! Let's see if Sar will bring the pups on Wednesdays. That would be good pet therapy.
Elis "No not Wednesdays...we want Sar to come on Tuesday and Thursday."
Paul "Elis why do you want Sar on Tuesday and Thursday?"
Elis "So the pups won't interfere with Wankable Wednesday, duh."
Cassie " Yeah duh Paul?"




Paul rubs his head as he walks away with Dante.
Paul "This is getting harder and harder. Any luck finding an activities director for the girls?"
Dante "Well I have a call out to Kayley. Let's face it, we can't hire just any one for this job. How will we explain activities like Wankable Wednesday, and Fantasy Friday to some preppie Play Therapist? The girl I interviewed last week seemed open minded. But then Tiggr kept threatening to spank her."
Paul "Yeah it is hard enough to get people for this type of work, but with Theresa wandering the halls constantly asking....."You wanna see my butt? You wanna see my butt?"
Paul "Well it is darn near impossible."
Dante "You're right. Let's just hope Kayley is up for it. If anyone can do it she can."


Theresa "Pssst hey PK why do you want Sar to bring the pups on Tuesdays and Thursdays?"
Elis "Silly! Tuesday is spinach day, and Thursday is Brussels sprouts day. Sar and the pups will help us distract them so we can get rid of the vile stuff."
Theresa "Yeah good plan, PK."

Later in the week, Kayley arrives.

Paul "So Kayley I can't thank you enough for coming to help us."
Kayley " Oh Paul you know I'd do anything for these guys. They are the best brattiest friends a brat could ever have."
Paul " So what activities do you have planned."
Kayley "Well they are firm that Wednesdays are to remain Wankable.
Fridays will include Fantasy's. We are going to turn Gratitude Tuesday into some sort of Bingo game. I need to work on the details of that one." Tuesdays and Thursdays Sar has agreed to bring the pups for Pet Therapy. Cassie is trying to get me to have a tattoo day. I guess we could do temporary ones. Kind of like face painting, but on the other end! Grace wants a class on BJ's, but I am not certain where to go with that one. I have also asked around and a lot of the other facilities do "Lady Fingers" one afternoon a week."
Paul "Oh Kayley the girls will love that...but I think most would like Twinkies better than Lady Fingers."
Kayley (giggling)" No silly Lady Fingers means manicure day!"




A day or two later.
Ring Ring

Paul "Rosy Red Rest Retreat"
Anne Elizabeth " Oh Paul I just heard. Is everyone ok?"
Paul "As well as can be expected Anne. I'm glad to hear you are ok. Biggest problem now is the media and security."
Anne Elizabeth "Well I can help you out there Paul. I'll fly in tomorrow and run security for you. I have lots of friends on the force (if you know what I mean), and I can handle security for you."
Paul "How wonderful of you to offer Anne Elizabeth. You are a sweet dear friend. The girls will be so happy to see you."
Anne Elizabeth " I'll make everyonel some jalapeno cornbread when I get in."
Paul " That sounds wonderful. Hey Anne do you know any recipes with ginger? Several of the girls say they have been craving ginger?"
Anne (snicker snicker) "I'll have to see Paul."
Paul " Can't wait to see you have a safe trip."

Anne Elizabeth and her security crew.

Next day.
Ring Ring

Paul "Rosy Red Rest Retreat."
SuzQ "Oh Paul sorry to be calling so late, but I just got back, and it finally dawned on me what we need to do!"
Paul "At this point I am open to anything. What did you have in mind Suz?"
SuzQ " I am booked on the next red eye. Meet me at Best Buys."
Paul "Thanks Suz see you soon."

That afternoon
*Loud Speaker*
"Ladies it is "significant other" day. Come visit. There's fresh fruit and snack cakes in the activities room."

Theresa "Arrggghhhhhhhh Eva! What are you doing with that apple. Don't you remember the trouble you caused the last time you ate one of those? That garter snake is going to be after you."
Eva " I'm not afraid of a little old garter snake."
Theresa "Yeah well I wonder how Adam is going to feel about having to roam the earth naked for a gazillion years because of you! I'm telling."
Eva "Brat! There is no such thing as a gazillion!"
PK "Why does she want to eat an apple anyway when there is CAKE!"
Tiggr "I hate juice, where's the cream."
CeeCi "Here you guys, rub some of this magic cream on you. You'll feel better soon."
Grace "You guys are all perverted and weird."
Cassie "I'll second that!

CNN News Flash

Breaking information has just been released. Some months ago we reported about a group of women, with a sudden onset of a new and rare senile dementia. Researchers have found the common link with these women. They are all spanko bloggers. Experts aren't certain if the dementia is due to computer waves, or if this is just the natural progression of the spanko disorder. The American Psychiatric Association stated that spanko is a true psychiatric disorder. They are adding this to there list of diagnosis. They believe the cause of the dementia is just the natural progression of the disorder. This has started a heated debate between researchers and the rest of the medical community.

Midnight at Best Buy's

Paul "Oh SuzQ it is so good to see you, but what are we doing here?"
SuzQ "Paul I figured it all out. We are buying computers for all the girls, of course we need a MAC for CeeCi. Come on let's check out, and find a diner. I need some coffee, and I'll explain everything to you. Paul does the center have enough money to cover all these computers?"
Paul " Oh yes, Theresa's son Michael graduated Georgia Tech, and can write his own ticket. Elis' son is a Broadway star. The two boys met while visiting their mom's and put their heads together. They came up with the idea to sell Theresa's Danny Mayye series to George Lucas. I don't have any idea what George is going to do with it. But Michael is designing computer graphics, Elis son has gone to Hollywood, and George has hired Anakin and Padme to consult. There's plenty of money."


Later at the diner.

Paul " So tell me SuzQ, what have you discovered."
SuzQ "Well have you been to any of the blogs lately?"
Paul "I sort of have my hands full here SuzQ, I haven't had time for blogs."
SuzQ "Well if you had of you would have known. I went looking to see what the girls had been discussing, writing about. I knew that somehow the key to this travesty was in the blogs. "
Paul "And?"
SuzQ "There all gone Paul....wiped out every single blog is gone."
Paul "No! You think that put the girls over the edge."
SuzQ "Yes Paul I do. Here is how I see it. Theresa seldom see's Will due to distance, Tom and Adam were both working constantly on big projects. Mojo was away working. Mollie had learned to cook and decided she wanted to be a homebody, so Elis and Nick never got any time alone. I can't quite make the connection with Tiggr, but I think she is an enigma."

SuzQ "Anyway no one was getting spanked. The blogs were their only connections to their spanko souls. Then when the blogs disappeared, they all just snapped!"
Paul " Amazing. But it makes sense."
SuzQ "What got me thinking was why it did not happen to us all. My blog is gone also. But I haven't been on my blog. I have been in the Adirondacks Mountains getting spanked. Anne Elizabeth finally Made Her Cop Come, so she wasn't blogging either. That is the key No Spankings, and No Blogging. Anne Elizabeth and I have been getting plenty of spankings and have not even thought of blogging.
Paul "How do you explain Kayley.
SuzQ " I think age does play a role. Brat! But she can't help it."
Paul " This is great let's get back to the Rosy Red Rest Retreat and put your theory to the test."




The next morning. Everyone was so happy to see SuzQ. They all had lattes, and cake. SuzQ explained her theory to the girls. None of them understood any of the specifics. They just new that they were going to get to blog, and SuzQ told them spankings would be part of the therapy.

Everyone was ecstatic, CeeCi and SuzQ were busy helping everyone create new templates. Soon the laughter was flowing like pink champagne at a wedding.

SuzQ "Ok everybody listen up. I think if we work hard and get these blogs back up and going, you can all be back to normal and home in no time."

PK "Home? Why do we have to go home."
Grace "Yeah home means responsibilities and work."
Tiggr "Why can't we all just stay here and be together and blog."
Eva "Yeah the guys can come in every couple of days and spank us, and take us on field trips."
CeeCi "I vote lets stay, but I think we need to adopt some pussies."
Cassie "Yeah we can go on field trips to Tattoo Parlors."
Theresa "Hey everybody, I think Cassie is starting to sound like her old self again."

Hahahahahahahaha. Everyone got their blogs up and running, and everyone got spanked regularly. Eventually they all returned to their old selves, and decided they missed there homes, families and jobs. Well except Theresa, she said she did not miss her job. She wanted to become a professional blogger. Eventually they all went home. It was a tearful going away party. CeeCi rubbed natural progesterone cream on everyone. Eventually after hugs, and exchanging addresses and phone numbers everyone went home.

Elis "Nick where's the kitchen?"
Nick rubbing his head " One of these days PK....one of these days."

Eva "Adam. I don't think I want to go back to teaching. I think I want to design shoes and oversized t shirts."

CeeCi " Oh Mojo it is going to be so great to get home. Now I have two Mac's. Mr and Mrs Macfor! Can we stop by the Health Food Store on the way home?"

Cassie " Tom? Can I drive home? Let the top down!"

Grace " Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh where the heck did all this laundry come from......BOSSMAAAAAAAAN!"

Paul, SuzQ, Dante, Anne, and Kayley all sipping champagne tying up lose ends for the closing of the Rosy Red Rest Retreat.

Paul "Gosh guys thanks for all your help. Team work is how this miracle happened."

Tearful good byes, hugs, and promises to keep in touch as everyone readied to leave.

Dante "Come on Tiggr let's go home. Tiggr, what have you been into? What's that moustache you have?"

-----oOo-----

Maggie

Update of the twins: Hey everyone!! I know my twin has already posted an update for you but I thought I might throw in my two cents here.

One thing about last night: the men.

PK was worried that Nick wouldn't talk much. I wasn't worried about Adam because he talks just fine. I was worried though that if Nick didn't talk that Adam might feel kind of lost. Well guess what? When we got here we went straight to dinner. The guys were in the front seat. PK and I were in the back. We weren't even a mile down the road when I paused to listen to the guys. I looked at PK, smiled, and said "They're bonding."

PK had nothing to worry about. Nick is not quite as shy as she claims.

Okay, on to my retro post for the day!!!!!



You're going to love this post from Maggie. It was an easy choice. It makes me laugh everytime I read it.

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Friday, October 27, 2006
Ways To Piss Off Your Husband

Buy a new car. Don't tell him.

Order new furniture. Don't tell him.

Write checks. Lots of checks. Don't record them. Don't tell him.

Use those credit cards. All of them. Don't tell him.
[A perfect time to order all of those implements you've had your eye on.]

Set the remote to lock out all of his favorite sports channels.

Remove the batteries from all the remotes in the house. Don't have any extras in the house.

Forget to refill the toilet paper. Don't have any extra in the house. (Except in your bathroom of course.) Don't share.

An old standby: Wash all his white socks, underwear and t-shirts with a brand spanking new red sweater. [You know - the one you just purchased on the credit card.]

Hide his car keys. And no, he may not drive your new car.

Remove all pens and writing utensils from the house. Have crayons on hand.

Go on strike. No cleaning, no cooking, no laundry, no errand runner, no answering service.

IF you must cook, plan your menu carefully: peanut butter and jelly, frozen pizza, tv dinners, spaghetti-o's, pb & j again, animal crackers and boxed juice for a snack. Get creative.

Tell him the oil light has been on in your car for a week or so and that you kept forgetting to tell him.

Go out to eat. Place your order with the waiter. Keep calling him back to change your order. Once your order arrives, cut your husbands meal up into small bite size pieces for him. - See how attentive you can be?

See, there are plenty of ways to make him mad. An infinite list. These are just a few mild ones. Use your imaginations. Of course, I have NO idea if these work or not. I would never try anything like this to piss off MrC!

*Disclaimer: These are only suggestions. This is for educational and research purposes only. It is up to you, the reader, to act responsibly. I am in no way liable for any outcome that may arise from your research. Furthermore, Hell No! I'm not ready to do my own research, just yet. WEG

Y'all are soooo impatient!!!

It's 6:19. We're here.

More later!!!!

Cassie 2

Cassie is such a treat that I couldn't resist posting a second one from her archives!!



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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

I've gone too far.

Yes, I may have indeed gone too far this time. Three thousand miles too far! It is amazing what a little guts and a credit card can do for you. I sat around at the house stewing, pouting and finally deciding that I was free, white and over 65 and I could do what I wanted for a change! I didn’t tell him he couldn’t go back to work why can he tell me not to go to California? It didn’t even take all that much planning. I simply waited for Tom to leave for work, packed quickly, left him a note, called a cab and headed to the airport!

I knew Tom would probably be calling before long and sure enough as I waited for the flight to be called his call came and I led him to believe I was running errands. Then I turned the phone off and have been scared to turn it back on since! So here I sit in California wondering what’s going to happen now. Is he just going to let me stay and visit a while? He is going to fly out here and drag me home? Is he going to let me come home? Have I left my husband? Do I have a home to return to? Will I need a date for Valentine’s Day? Paul, are you available? Would you mind if I flew over to hide for a bit?


Oh come now, you didn’t believe any of that did you? I know some of you must have because I heard you gasp! Come now, I may act foolish at times but have you been reading my blog? I love my husband more than life. I would never do something like that to him. Well not for more than an afternoon anyway! No, not even for a Valentine dinner with Paul!

But I am in California and Tom is here with me! All this started Tuesday morning. I have been sleeping pretty late lately since there was no real reason to get up. So it was probably around 9:30 and I was snoozing away when all of a sudden the covers were ripped back and Tom was putting me over his knee and burning my bottom up! He scared me to death. He is fussing away “Is this how you spend day? I suppose I am going to have to make you a list of chores to accomplish each day or you will be sleeping or on that computer all day! This won’t do Cassie!” He had my full attention but one part of my mind was thinking “I can’t believe he came home just to see what time I got up!”

He finally let me up and was enjoying my ‘just spanked’ dance a little too much! What a way to wake up!! But he just laughed and hugged me and asked me how fast I could get packed we were headed to California! I asked him what in the world was going on.
He explained that he was very pleased, and somewhat surprised, that I had not fussed or pouted when he told me I couldn’t go. He said that he didn’t want me to feel neglected because he was working and the told the company that he would be taking a few days off to take me on a short trip. They not only didn’t seem to mind, they were sending a company plane to California so they flew us here!

The trip here was wonderful! The plane was one of the nicest I have ever seen, it was like a small apartment. We had company for the first part of the flight but during the last part we had the passenger cabin to ourselves. I would like to tell you that I got to join the mile high club on this trip but that would not be the truth. We actually joined several years ago, but we did renew our membership! I will tell you all about California soon.

Grace

Today's featured blogger is our good friend Grace. This is my all time favorite post of hers. It's definitely worth reading again....and again.... Love you Grace!!!

Jul 12, 2006

The worst part

The worst part was having him come in unexpectedly, grab my hands and tell me to stand in the corner. Yep, definitely the worst.

The worst part was I didn't give in readily, and I whined like a baby. He gave in and had me sit on the bed instead. Oh yes, that was the worst.

The worst part was sitting on the bed, waiting, wondering, thinking. I was so nervous, that had to be the worst.

The worst part was when he came and sat on the bed and I was standing between his knees and he told me I had to pull down my own pants. I hate pulling down my own pants. That was the worst.

The worst part was being pulled over his knee with my pants and panties down around my ankles. My bare bottom a very easy target. Absolutely the worst.

The worst part was when the first slap of the bamboo backscratcher slapped down on my bare bottom. Oh ouch, that was the worst.

The worst part was when he kept spanking my bottom with that horrible, evil thing, and I started making those weird noises and kicking my legs. Embarrassing, for sure the worst.

The worst part was since I haven't been spanked for awhile, it hurt like hell. Oh boy did it hurt. Oh was it the worst.

The worst part was after it was over, he led me to the bathroom so I could look at the damage in the mirror. Oh the humility of it all. The worst, for sure.

The worst part was when he made me put my pants back on, without panties, so I could feel it the rest of the day. That had to be the worst.

Actually, now that I think about it, the worst part of the whole thing is....

I can't wait for it to happen again.

That's the worst.

later.........

Cassie

Cassie is one of the most irresistable bloggers out here in our community. Choosing a favorite from her blog was difficult as everything she writes is a favorite!! I'm sure you'll love this post about her very first spanking as much as I do!


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Sunday, June 11, 2006

My First Adult Spanking

This is the true story of how I learned about adult spanking. The best part is that Tom and Cassie are still together and still enjoy the occasional spanking.

My father was an abusive man. He rarely struck me, but was very harsh with my brother and mother. As is common in these situations, I married an abuser the first time. There was certainly no spanking there, but he used his fist quite often. I lived with this for five years when he died unexpectedly. I can’t say that I was sorry. Although I am sure he didn’t mean to, he left me well off financially and I decided to party and enjoy myself and never allow anyone to hit me again.

During the late 60’s, I fell in with a group of friends that traveled and partied. Although I was too old to be a hippie, we embraced the idea that if it feels good, do it. We loved to gamble, drink, and sleep around. It was a very unladylike period of my life. I developed a sleeping problem. I could only sleep if I was alone; it was like I was afraid to let my guard down around others.

In June of 1970, a man began showing up at many of our gatherings. I thought he was gorgeous. I saw him at different parties for several weeks, but I couldn’t get up enough nerve to speak to him because it seemed as if every time he actually looked at me, it was with a frown, like he was annoyed. We hadn’t even spoken! But finally in July, he asked me out.

Our date was lovely, perfect in fact. We talked and talked. I had never talked to anyone as much as I did with Tom that first night. I was completely willing to go to bed with him, but he took me home, kissed me good night and left. About a week later, we were dining when I said something like, “Where the hell is the damn waiter?” Suddenly I saw the “look” again, the annoyed one. He said, “You are the most beautiful, most refined lady I have ever known. How can you allow such vulgar language to come out of your mouth?” This was my first introduction to Tom’s ideas about the proper behavior of a lady.

I think that I muttered an apology while thinking to myself, “Who the hell do you think you are to tell me how to talk. I’m nearly 30 damn years old!” But other than that, he was wonderful. We danced and went to casinos, plays, and parties. He was the most interesting and attentive man I had ever known. But I couldn’t get him in bed!

After we had been going out for about a month, we drove way out in the country for a picnic. It was a beautiful secluded spot. We laid out the quilt and ate. After lunch, he slept and I just sat and watched him. When he woke, we took a short walk. I accidentally stepped into a muddy area and when I saw the mud all over my new shoes, I said “Oh, shit.” I suddenly felt Tom take my arm and he said “That’s IT!” Before I could get my bearings, Tom was seated on a log and I was over his knee. I never remembered being spanked before, but this, my first, I will remember the rest of my life. This hand that had so gently stroked my face was spanking my bottom for all he was worth. Each smack reverberated though the woods and created an area of fire on my seat that was unbelievable. I finally realized he was talking the whole time about my “inappropriate” behavior. “You are not going to use that language around me, or anyone else. You are a lady and you will not speak like a streetwalker”.

I was totally shocked and furious. I began fighting as hard as I could to get away with no luck. If he thought he had heard cussing before, it was nothing compared to what I was saying then. The more I cussed him, the harder he spanked. My bottom felt like it was in an oven. I finally just had to grit my teeth to keep from crying, and I was NOT going to cry. When he finally stopped, I was still shaking with rage and jerking to get away. He held me firmly over his knee and asked one question that changed my life, “Cassie, has no one ever cared for you enough to make you behave yourself?” As I write this, it seems like a simple question, but as I lay across his knee the answer came to me and it hurt deeper than the spanking. No, no one had ever cared that much. Then I started crying. I hadn’t cried since I was a child. My first husband had NEVER made me cry and here I was crying my eyes out.

Tom picked me up and carried me back to the quilt. I think I sobbed for nearly an hour and then I actually fell asleep, in front of another person! When I woke up he was still holding me and seemed content to do so for as long as I wanted. We made love for the first time then and I felt like a virgin. I truly feel that the spanking I received that afternoon and all the talking we did afterward saved me twenty years of therapy.

We were married three weeks later. I was thirty and I can’t believe with all the street smarts I possessed at the time that I was totally naive about the idea of a “spanking lifestyle.” I assumed that the spanking had been a once in a lifetime event. Just how naive was I? I never gave one thought to the wedding gift Tom gave me: a beautiful ivory hairbrush and comb set for my dresser. Now wasn’t that lovely?

Tiggr

When it come to our good friend Tiggr, I think I do love her best when her bounciness comes shining through. I love the playful side of her which is why this post is one of my absolute favorites of hers.



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He Nuked my Ass!

OK, so why the cute little toaster and microwave picture? Ask Paul!

Because I got my ass toasted and nuked (and cooked and chilled), that's why!

I've always known that Dante is innovative, creative, imaginative and adventuresome but he really went over the top with yesterday’s play session. I literally stripped as soon as we went into the bedroom and he told me to lay face down on the bed and turn my head away from the doorway. When he returned, he laid our biggest wooden paddle (with the holes) on my left arm and told me to keep it there as a reminder.

Then he set something incredibly heavy on my ass and warned me not to move. It wobbled a bit precariously as my bottom jiggled and my mind raced. What the HELL could it be?????

Any guesses…. PAUL??? You got it… it was the freakin’ microwave!! Dante called it his “homage to Paul” and then he not only set it up on the dresser behind me but he started using it!

While it “cooked” up what would soon be his pleasure and my demise, he set to work whipping, flogging, spanking, cropping, paddling and otherwise tormenting my posterior. He was like the mad chef, possessed, crazed and rejuvenated by his momentary lapse into insanity.

He warned me to “hold onto myself” cause “this is going to hurt like hell” seconds before turning on the power saw just inches from my vulnerable, naked body and unsuspecting mind… I nearly jumped through the ceiling. Of course, none of this evoked any fear because I trust him implicitly and it is all good-natured fun, but damn is he crazy or what? Spontaneity takes on a whole new meaning…

He spent nearly two hours teasing, spanking, and punishing my body and messing with my head. He used the microwave to heat wet towels that he then draped across my bottom, thighs and/or back before caning me or paddling me or flogging me. He filled me with sensations that had gone thus far undiscovered and sent me reeling with orgasm after orgasm, often in spite of myself, despite sometimes intense (but fleeting) pain.

Pain merged into pleasure throughout his deranged games and he alternated heat with ice and rolled me from one side to the other, leaving no part of my body untouched by his devilish intentions. He slid ice between my legs and around my burning bottom, then switched back to a hot, moist towel before applying nearly full-force strokes from the belt, the cane and the paddles.

As he did this, the spray of water from the towel would fly up and wash over me, cascading around me like a miniature waterfall. I found myself awash in pleasurable sensations and the thuddy feel of the implements no longer even registered in my brain as painful. It was all one giant orgasmic experience and I came over and over and over again.

I am beyond multi-orgasmic and he loves finding new ways to send me over the edge, new places to touch and tease, new ways to tweak me to the very core… and he is the Master of my body, mind and soul. No one has ever known me like he does, nor has taken the time or expelled the energy to delve into each and every nook and cranny to bring me such intense pleasure and overwhelming peace. He rocked my world in ways that I’ve never dreamed.

Afterward, we reveled in the subspace glow and talked quietly about the experience, the feelings, the pain, the pleasure. Then I spent the remainder of the evening by his side as he worked on the computer. I floated and drifted and tried to attune myself to all that I was experiencing as I came back down to earth.

When he asked what was wrong several hours later, I realized that I was experiencing the endorphin drop that Paul had so judiciously warned me about weeks ago. And this one was overwhelming. For as high as he took me into the clouds, the descent was equally intense. In the hours before sleep, I felt powerless to stop the thoughts that raced through my brain and the pounding that consumed my head.

I had the good sense to eat after our session and I also refueled with lots of water but I couldn’t shake the increasing sense of foreboding or depression or helplessness that I was experiencing. The pounding in my head threatened to turn into a migraine and I was literally seeing floaters and feeling quite esoteric just before I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

I was unable to express any of this at the time, as I could barely form many simple words or phrases, so Dante will understand it truly for the first time as he reads this.

So for you, dearest Dante, please understand that I wouldn’t change a moment of what you did to me or what I felt or experienced, not one single thing. And I’m still learning and attuning to the whole aftercare experience but it makes sense to me that the endorphin drop is proportional to the endorphin high, so maybe we can work together to make this part of the experience a bit easier for me (or at least more comfortable).

Physical contact, continuous physical contact, seems key. I instinctively reached out to touch and tease him (to the point of annoyance, unfortunately), and I felt better when he reached out to touch me back. I don’t know what works best for others who experience this degree of a crash, but maybe some slow, gentle, reassuring massage, some soothing lotion, maybe even being put in the tub and bathed (when his back feels better)… just ideas as I’m sure we will find our own resolution.

I know that part of the intensity yesterday was that we did this in the middle of the afternoon, which also made it much more enjoyable in many respects. But as such I wasn’t able to just drift off to sleep afterward (not that I usually can or do anyway, but this was even further away from bedtime).

Do you have any solutions that seem to work for you, to bring you back to earth with a softer, more comfortable landing? If so, I’d really love to hear from you!

PK

I definitely could NEVER do a series such as this without sharing my twin with you. The problem was narrowing it down to a favorite post. I chose this one because it's all about what marriage was meant to be.



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Sunday, January 21, 2007
Trust

Nick and I have an extremely laid back relationship. I don’t know if issues of trust or jealously have ever come up. We married a little late and I think we both knew what we were looking for and we knew we had found it. I know we are together because we want to be. I suppose if one of us had wanted something else we wouldn’t still be here together.

An incident that happened several years ago shows our trust. I came home from work one day; Nick was already here stretched out on the couch. I settled down to read the news paper when Nick said casually “Do you have anything you want to tell me?” I looked over at him because it seemed like a strange question. He just looked back and waited. I couldn’t think of a thing I needed to tell him so I said “Nope, nothing new.” So he asked again “You sure you haven’t got anything important to tell me?”

Now when it comes to Nick and my marriage my conscience is a pure as the driven snow. So I asked “What in the world are you talking about?” Nick laughed and said “I got a call earlier from a representative of the Jerry Springer show. He told me that my wife had something important to tell me but that she wanted to do it on the show. The man said that the show would fly us all expense paid so that you can tell me whatever it is.”

I was totally dumbfounded! “So what did you tell him?”

“I told him I wasn’t interested in being on the show, which seemed to confuse the guy. He said, but sir you don’t understand we will fly you both here free.” Nick told him again no thanks. We really weren’t interested. The guy tried one more time. “Sir this means a lot to your wife, she wants to tell you something very important!” Nick’s response was “Well then I’m sure she will tell me. Thanks for calling by.”

I sat there amazed at this story. I asked “Did you get his number?? We have to call him back!”

“Why?”

“How else are we going to find out what I want to tell you?!”

We had a good laugh over the call. We never did find out if it was for real, if someone got the wrong number or if it was one of Nick’s friends, some of whom were, and are, capable of a good practical joke!

But I have thought a lot about that call over the years. I know some husbands would not have been as calm as Nick, as quick to brush it off. It could have caused some real problems in some marriages. I love what it says about our relationship, the fact that he utterly dismissed the possibility that I had anything negative or important that I was keeping from him.

Okay, I was keeping from him my desire to be spanked but that was something I kept hidden from everyone in the world and at that time I planned on taking that information to the grave with me so that doesn’t count!

I have a good guy folks – I hope everyone gets this lucky!

---~~~oooOOOooo~~~---

And one more very very, very important thing!!!!!!

Hey Carye!!!! Oh, Carye!!!! Where are you? Someone spilled the beans... I hear today is your day!!! Happy Birthday, my friend. May you have many, many more!! I love you!!!

And now that you're a big girl, let's ask Papa Shrek if maybe, just maybe he will take your training wheels off and let you have a blog of your own!! Tell him we'll all make sure you behave yourself.

CeeCi

If I had to describe our friend CeeCi using just one word, without a doubt "beautiful" would be it. Everything about her is beautiful. Her blog. Her writing. Her hopes, dreams, fears. Beautiful. All of it. All of her. Picking a favorite from her blog was not easy. I finally settled on this one because this depicts her relationship with MoJo in the most beautiful way.


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Singing In The Rain


...or the night I knew I was in love.

So far this year, it has rained 18 days. No, not continuously, but of the 20 days that have passed, 18 of them have included rain. Guess what it's doing right now...that's right...it's raining.

Looking out the window, I wondered what I might have to write about this morning. I've decided to write about the night I knew I was in love. It was raining that night too.

MoJo invited me to share Sunday dinner with him and his mom. Afterwards, we would go to a movie. I was touched, as this was the first time I would be meeting his (as he calls her) Dear, Sainted Mother.

MoJo's mom is really cool. She's very outspoken in her political views and I had fun listening as the two of them discussed everything the current administration is fouling up. She has a dog who dotes on her and a couple of rather spoiled cats, although not nearly as spoiled as the dog. Meeting her was easy as she is gracious and liked me as much as I liked her.

Dinner was good and after, we went to see "Good Night and Good Luck". We all enjoyed the movie. MoJo and his mom have discovered that going to the last showing on a Sunday night ensures there will be many seats to choose from, and not many people in the audience. With MoJo's pain problems, this works best for them, and now me, too.

Anyway, after we arrived back at Mama MoJo's house, it was late and time to say our farewells. I told her how much I had enjoyed dinner and meeting her. We agreed we would repeat our evening in the future.

MoJo and I made our way to my car, which was parked in the street. The rain was still coming down hard, so MoJo carried my umbrella to shield us both from the downpour. He ushered me into the driver's seat and instructed me to turn the car around.

MoJo is a big man. He stands nearly 6'3", and weighs over 300 pounds. That night he was dressed in jeans and had on his black leather coat. He has black hair and a black (well, mostly) beard. His eyes are dark, and his looks are powerful. I guess what I'm trying to convey is that to strangers, he can be intimidating. I, however, know better.

I pulled my car into a neighboring driveway and then backed up. As the headlights swept the street ahead of me, MoJo was caught in their beams. What I saw made me giggle with delight. There he was, swinging my umbrella, impersonating Gene Kelly. The smile on his face was dazzling as he did his best to dance with some semblance of flair. I sat there watching him, reveling in his delight as he stomped and splashed in the puddles on the street. Suddenly, I realized there were tears rolling down my cheeks. There he was, the man of my dreams, shuffling in the rain because he was as happy as me. I knew right then and there, I've found the love of my life.

Theresa

Theresa is one of the best writers out here in blogland. Her words are often fun and light hearted but at the same time her writing can be downright HOT!! Anyhow, here's an absolute favorite of mine!!



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Pity Party Results

"Welcome back. This is Jane Rush with CNN. Strange happenings this morning in a small town in Georgia. We now take you to John Jones with a live update. Go ahead John."

"Thanks Jane. Here is the latest from Somewhere, Georgia. About 6 am this morning, Eastern Standard time a woman, with long red hair, wearing a fuzzy pink bathrobe climbed to the top of the air traffic controller tower. The tower at this small community airport has not been in use for years. She is hold up in there and says she has hostages. She also claims to have a voodoo doll. She states she is not afraid to use it. She further states she is not coming down until someone gives her a job. She also claims to be on a water strike."

"Her brother, the manager of the airport has made several attempts to speak with his sister, but she refuses. Her comments were 'I don't trust him. I never have. Ever since 1966 when he told me Santa Claus was killed in a plane crash."

Workers from the airport caught a glimpse of the woman climbing the tower this morning and said it looked as if she had two cats.

One mechanic interviewed stated," Weeell ya know them looked liked cats, but it was mighty gosh darn hard to tell anything with that pink fuzzy housecoat she wers wearin."

"The woman claims she will kill the hostages, if anyone tries to approach the tower. He brother states this is merely a bluff, she is a cat person. However the Humane Society is on the scene and concerned. They have convinced officials to take the threats seriously for now, until their hostage negotiator arrives from Wildlife Images Rehabilitation Center in Oregon. Requests to send up cat chow, have not yet been acknowledged my this mysterious tower woman."

"Her son is also on the scene. He has in his possession a note his mother left behind. There are concerns that this might be a suicide note of sorts."

Dear Michael

There is a double batch of your favorite chicken noodle casserole in the fridge. There is also a couple of individually wrapped pasta and cheese snacks. In the freezer there is a lasagna. Also there are 5 one pound individually wrapped packages of ground beef already cooked with garlic and onions. All you have to do is thaw and follow the directions on the Hamburger Helper label, then add extra cheese. Oh and we are out of onions. I tried to prepare for you since I don't know how long before my demands will be met, or actually what the outcome of this situation will be. In case it all works out please use the paper plates and cups, since we don't have a dishwasher. Please remember how much I love you, and please, please brush your teeth. I cannot stress this enough.

I love you
Mom

"Wait, this just came in....athorities have searched the tower woman's home. They stated it looked as if she was packing to move, the entire house is pink except for the boys room. But the place is in a total state of disarray. The Board of Health has been contacted."

The commentator pauses.."It seems local police have found some rather disturbing articles in the tower woman's bedroom. A vast assortment of paddles and hairbrushes, along with what appears to be several anal toys...they too are all pink. They have also checked out her computer, seems she belonged to some sordid spanking blog club. They are afraid she may have co conspirators around the world."

"Seems her last blog post addressed each of her co conspirators by name. This post also had undertones of a possible devastaing ending to this situation. I am being allowed by authorities to read it over the air. It is the hope that someone on this list will come forward, and help put and end to this madness."

Ceeci please always keep up Gratitude Tuesday. You are such a special gal, I can't begin to describe you.
Paul sorry I never got that hug, or got to share eggs and onions with you.
Tiggr keep bouncing girl and keep coming up with great games. You're the best.
Kayley please try to quit smoking. I love you girl.
Elis keep relying on Nick to do the voting for you. I have had so many wonderful laughs with you.
Eva maybe you were right about the diet coke. You kept me laughing girl. Don't pick on Elis too much.
Cassie just when you get back and it all falls apart. I love ya girl. Remember no tatoos.
SuzQ my twin. Enjoy your new love, and please consider a seat belt for the wheelchair.
Patty whatever you do don't ever stop drawing. You inspired me to delurk.
Doc keep up with the monologues.
Dante if you ever catch Tiggr by the tail, don't let go. She needs you.
Grace what can I say, you are the wisest woman I know. You made laundry special and I think I speak for all of us.
Padme and Anakin I wish you both the best and hope you continue to have the hottest BDSM sex life I ever had the pleasure of reading about.
Anne Elizabeth you are the sweetest person I know. Promise me you will tell him, let him shave you, and watch.
Master Fitz and Brat enjoy your exploration and keep blogging. Peace!
Cop Mike if you read this...it ain't real sexy, I know...but keep the streets safe! We love you.
Bonnie you are an inspiration to bloggers. Sorry doubt I will make brunch on Sunday.

I love you all. You have truly enriched my life. OK Group HUG!

"Another interesting result of the search all of the pins and needles are missing from the woman's sewing kit. This apparently has the Catholic Church up in arms, and they are requesting an opportunity to plead with the woman."

"Earlier attempts to contact her boyfriend, who apparently lives 5 hours away in Elsewhere, Georgia, did not provide anything helpful. He said something to the affect of 'when I get a hold of her fanny'....and then hung up the phone."

"Oh oh the woman has just answered her cell phone. We'll pause for this commercial break and return shortly with more updates on "The Mysterious Tower Woman."

"Welcome back to CNN. I am Jane Rush. Let's go back live to John Jones and the scene at this small community airport in Somewhere, Georgia."

"John?"

"Thanks Jane. A recap early this morning a rather sexually twisted, red-haired woman, in a fuzzy pink bathrobe, carrying two cats as hostages, climbed the air traffic tower at this small community airport. She is armed with a voodoo doll and an undetermined amount of needles and pins."

"Her son was questioned regarding the pins and needles, but he stated, and I quote." " She never sewed anything for me. I didn't know she knew how to sew."

"It is a tense day here in Georgia. Fall has blown in with a few showers, and the weather as well as the atmosphere is chilly. As we speak the woman is on the phone with authorities. I also have heard that an FBI profiler has been called in due to the concerns over the sexual implements discovered in her home and the threat of black magic."

"From what I understand she just wants her drug screen results released. The only drugs authorities claimed to have recovered from the home were birth control pills, and Midol. Wait Wait, she is screaming! She is running around the tower screaming."

The authorities think she is saying, "Spider spider...get it, get it, Izy Buzy, get it! But we can't be certain, she is breaking up. Ahh apparently the connection has been lost."

"What possible satanic black magic ritual could she be up to? And what is this mysterious Izy Buzy black magic chant?"

"Well back to you Jane."

"Interesting situation in Georgia this morning. Please stayed tuned to CNN and we will keep you updated, on the bizarre sexually twisted, unemployed, pink tower woman. Cat lover or twisted black magic exploiter of cats?"