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!!