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Question number 1: What are three of the stupidest things you've done in your life.

1. Bought a KIA vehicle. That car was nothing but trouble. I will never buy another KIA.

2. Dared Adam to spank me. No wait. That was a smart thing. Ummmm... How about trying to change lanes at the last minute when I was 16 and causing a three car accident.

3. And the very most stupidest dumbest thing I ever did was light up my first cigarette that lead to thousands and thousands more.

Question number 2: At the current moment, who has the most influence on your life?

The pup. He determines when I get up, when I get to go to bed, what time I have to be home by, etc. etc. etc.

Question number 3: If you were given a time machine that functioned, and you were allowed to only pick five people to dine with, who would you pick?

Jesus, my mother, my father, Helen Keller, Eleanor Roosevelt

Question number 4: If you had three wishes that were not supernatural, what would they be?

(1) That my children would all live nearby

(2) That Adam and I got more time to play

(3) That spanking would become a very acceptable practice in adult relationships.

Question number 5: Someone is visiting your hometown/place where you live at the moment. Name two things you regret your city not having, and two things people should avoid.

City? What city? This is smalltown USA for sure. I don't regret a thing. It's a nice, little town. If we want some city life we just have to travel a short distance. Stay out of the bars and alleys though. You never know what's living there.

Question number 6: Name one event that has changed your life.

Marrying Adam. It's a long story but life sucked before he came along. It had been filled with death and abuse. I'm thankful God sent him to me. I don't know where I'd be without him.

Question number 7: Is not a question. It's a command. Tag five other people.

Oh, Okay...if I must. I tag PK, Grace, Paul, Theresa, and you!

In Honor of VT

Yes, I joked with Tigs about my dating my last post for Monday in order to drag it out but now I've changed the date to Sunday because that was before I knew about this:

I will see you on Tuesday.

He's Making Threats

New purse.

Road Trip.

No new purse.

No road trip.

Are you kidding me?

That is the actual threat that Adam made.

I had no choice. I bought a new purse and here it is.



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Like it?

Me neither.

I figured it would have Adam begging me to just go ahead and use my old one.

Sigh. It didn't quite go that way.

I didn't really buy that one but did laugh hysterically when Adam picked it up and showed it to me. Yes you can actually see a tiny bit of his arm in the picture.

Anyhow, I found another one WAY up high on display that Adam said he liked. It was almost to the ceiling which had to have been at least 20 feet in the air if not more.

I told Adam I would buy it if he could knock it down with just one jump.

He smacked my butt.

Right there.

In public.

Geeze.

I finally convinced him that we weren't going to find one that we both like.

Actually it needs to be one that I like because I'm the one who's stuck with it for the next five or more years.

Now, now. No comments on that remark. If I get 5 years out of a purse, I'm thrilled. I'm happy. I like it that way. Purses get comfortable, you know? I see no need to keep buying new ones and changing them etc. With my A.D.D. if I were to go out with a group how would I ever recognize MY purse if I kept changing to a different one?

Anyhow, I do like this new one because the straps are a braided leather cord and they are already soft. Doesn't get any better than that. It almost feels broken in already. We found it at the last minute as we headed to the front of the store. They had a display of some pretty nice ones near the registers.

Rats. I almost escaped.

So anyhow, as I sat at the dining room table last night cleaning out the old one and fixing up the new one Adam says "You have to admit, it was time for a new one."

I very calm, cool, collected, and nonchalantly said, "Oh, I know" and kept right on transferring and sorting.

He started laughing... "you mean to tell me this has all been... oh, you are so gonna get it."

Really? I'm waiting, Adam.

Bring it on, babe.

You know you want to.

Eva's Brain

I thought maybe I would give you all a peek into my A.D.D. mind.

Honestly it drives me nuts. The A.D.D. that is. I have a thought. I go to write it down and forget why I'm at the computer so then I play a game and when the thought returns to me, I head for the appropriate software. God help me though if the phone rings or something.

Anyhow, here's the kind of stuff that goes on in my mind......

Y'all are a bunch of DW's (detail whores) and I love everyone of you right down to my toes!!

I didn't realize I was leaving you hanging the other day. I've had numerous comments and emails asking me to fill you all in.

Hmmmm....

And here I thought I was leaving a little to your imagination!

You're much like the kids I teach. Just tell us. Don't make us think. LOL

Okay, okay....

Yes.

I got spanked. And everything else you can imagine with it!! It was a fantastic afternoon. And I've been meaning to blog about it but keep forgetting.

A.D.D., remember?

Anyhow....

Adam's been working a lot of hours this week. It's depressing and kinda lonely. And on top of it, he's being given some major grief by someone who volunteers in his organization. Hopefully that will end very soon.

How do you fire a volunteer anyhow?

This particular person was a very good friend at one time. That makes it harder. It's bad enough when non friend types give ya grief but when someone you thought was one of your inside circle of five good friends does it... well it makes me a bit angry and hurt. I won't tell you what PK said she's going to do to her. Let's just say it has to do with physical harm. Oh, and she said she'd bring the sugar for this person's gas tank.

Oh... sorry.

This is supposed to be a spanking blog, huh?

Okay.

Sure.

Let's talk spanking.

Adam and I own a variety of wooden spoons, belts, a crop (like ya didn't know that), a flogger, a nylon paddle. The crop is a favorite. He's been trying things out such as slippers ever since Cassie posted about her Walmart trips.

Cassie, how much did all that stuff cost anyhow? I am thinking I would really like a bath brush or a back scratcher.... for bathing... and reaching those places on my back that I can't get to unless Adam's here to scratch it for me.

Dowel rod? Noooo thanks! Yowza that would sting. What about a bungee cord though? I'm thinking that wouldn't hurt much. Am I wrong about that?

Isn't Cassie great? She's an imaginative genius!!!

No diet Pepsi. I haven't touched anything carbonated since last Friday. That's a whole week. And PK, that's ummm... you know... pop!! Not soda. Not cokes. POP! Teehee.

I suppose I should go do something productive which means I will probably end up playing some solitaire or looking up some spanking pictures. How many times can you type "spanking" into a search engine before you realize that nothing new is going to come up?

Before I go.

I found another fun quiz.... try it. It was fun.

Your Score Summary

Overall, you scored as follows:

96% scored higher (more stupid),
1% scored the same, and
3% scored lower (less stupid).

You are 3% stupid. This means...

You are our next Einstein. Wow! Keep up the great thinking.

Yowzers.com

Gosh, I'd love to be able to buy these prints, frame them, and hang them up in my house. I found them here.

VT: We'll Always Remember

Something to Blog About

It amazes me. Actually Adam amazes me. There was a time in our life that he would have totally freaked over my having posted so much personal information for all the world to read. And honestly I think that's why I sometimes have trouble relaying details.

There's a part of me that cringes, thinking he will be upset with me so I hold back. The funny thing is that he is not the man he was then. And then was a long time ago anyhow. So why do I struggle sometimes? It's just part of me, I guess. It's fading though. That feeling of dread I mean.

You see, it's like this... Adam has never not once criticized anything I've written. In fact, I think he likes it because he views my blog as a way of getting me to talk. I'm kind of like PK. Adam has spent his life trying to get me to open up. He sees though that for the most part writing is my outlet so he's content to read what I write here and if there's anything worth discussing, he'll bring it up and we'll talk about it.

I think too that's why we like road trips together so much. For whatever reason that I am yet to understand we communicate freely out on the open road with lots and lots of time on our hands. That wasn't the point. So what is the point? Lately Adam's line to me is "I'm going to give you something to blog about."

Sheesh.

Here I've thought all along that I need to watch what I say so I don't upset him. He never said one negative word about the letter that showed up on Tigg's blog a week or so ago. And yes, I was a bit apprehensive at first.

He used that line - I'm going to give you something to blog about - on me yesterday as he smacked my butt all day but by the time we fell into bed we were exhausted and collapsed into a pretty fast, deep sleep.

Today though he's been saying it again: "I'm going to give you something to blog about."

I'm pretty sure that's exactly his plan when he comes in from doing some yard work. Yes, it's actually quit snowing long enough here where we are able to do some outdoor kind of stuff. In fact the temp is in the upper 70's today. You southerners can stop your bragging. We're catching up to you finally.

Anyhow, I told him I'm not in the mood for something to blog about but I would be if we get the hitachi out. That thing can take me from zero to horny to the big O quicker than anything we've ever played with. I don't understand why you don't own one yet. What are you waiting for? And if you DO happen to own one, how right am I? Is that thing amazing?

So yeah... anyhow, I think I will go to our bedroom now and see how long it takes him to get there. Maybe I am in the mood for something to blog about after all.