Yes, I am an Oddball.

We all know its bound to happen, as much as we love someone eventually you're going to get on each others nerves and have a fight. After many years together P and I have finally had what I would consider an actual fightI knew it was going to happen eventually and in the grand scheme of things it's truly not a big deal. But (you knew there was a but, right?) what's really bothering me isn't that we fought, its what we fought over: Television.  The Background: Yup, television. Everyone that knows me knows I have a serious love/hate relationship with TV. I love learning through television. I love the occasional TV show (hello, Simpsons, Futurama, Great British Baking Show, Vicious, Ghost Adventures) but mostly I love documentary-type shows of the PBS, National Geographic and Smithsonian variety, programs I can learn from. I'm not tied to/obsessed with/worship any shows really, if I miss an episode or two, or you know a whole season or 5 no big deal. I have Netfli

Why are earth do weekends fly by as fast as they do? Someday this riddle will be figured out but until then I'll be spending my Sunday nights dreading Monday morning. It was an ok weekend, Providence Comic Con was Friday-Sunday, P, H, O & S all went leaving T and I to our own devices. T would have been very happy to stay home plugged into her iPad for the day but I think everyone knows how I feel about that at this point. So shortly after everyone else left for The Con, I packed T and our camera's up and we headed to Roger Williams Park Zoo. I haven't been in ages and it really is a great place to spend an afternoon. It's not a huge zoo, it really only takes a couple hours to see all the exhibits but as with so many other things its quality over quantity. The animals have beautiful enclosures and they all seem happy and relaxed. I think my favorites are the red pandas, closely followed by the ant eater (fuzzy and you eat my nemesis? I'll take 3.) Everyone loves

As everyone who reads knows, I moved in with P&H at the end of June. It was - and still is - a big adjustment but overall a good one. I've learned  that I was right about a couple things like:  I don't enjoy sleeping (actual sleeping, like for rest and rejuvenation) with people and pets in the bed with me. I sorta knew this from previous relationships. I’m not a cuddly person in general but especially when I’m tired and want to rest. In the beginning I ended up sleeping on the big comfy couch in the basement pretty frequently. Now I’d say I think about heading down there at least once a week but only actually sleep there once every couple weeks. Pets have been entirely banned from the bedroom during the night. Don’t worry, they are all given super yummy treats before the door is closed, and they have free rein over the couches and chairs and kids beds too.  I think they actually look forward to us going to bed now. The kids were going to get to me. This one actually

Tonight I walked a mile on the treadmill, showered, and wandered into the bedroom to find the lovely H watching a show called "Shark Tank on CBS (it came on after the silly Agents of Shield show she's been watching with Oldest Daughter.) Foolishly, I sat down and started to watch too. The basic premise seems to be that they take small home grown businesses, sample their wares and then bash them until they are willing to sell stakes in their business for way less than they are probably worth. This is America at it's worst and I don't want to live on this planet anymore. Especially since Ashton Kutcher (yes Kelso from that 70's show) is one of the investors tonight.  I think I'll add this to my list of reasons that I love Netflix, pick good shows and ignore the rest of the crap like this.

As always...terrible grammar but you get the idea. Emily was looking forward to an uneventful Tuesday, her work schedule was clear and Jake had plans to watch the game with friends.  Emily was looking forward to grabbing Chinese take out for dinner and flopping in front of Netflix. Gilmore Girls or something equally mind numbing. She hadn’t had any “me” time since Jake’s last boys night over a month ago.   It should have been an easy day but by noon she was on the verge of tears, by 1 she was thinking about escaping to the closest tropical beach. Tuesday turned into the day that wouldn’t end and it was well past 9 by the time she pulled into the driveway. Days like today she hated being a grown up. As much as she loved Jake, she was glad he was out enjoying himself. She knew she wouldn’t be very good company tonight. A night to herself to unwind was exactly what she needed. She sometimes wished Jake and his friends had weekly guys nights, not that she would tell him that. 

fun stuff my gilfriends bluetooth keyboard hooks upto my iphone very, very easily. this will make blogging from my phone so much better :D to celebrate i must finish a sexy story ;)

The past week has been...awful. It all started Friday when one of my oldest friend, K, texted saying she felt like a gallbladder attack coming on. K has battled gallstones for going on 4 years now. Her attacks started like mine, crazy nausea, vomiting, exhaustion. Unlike my single attack (MRI confirmed that it resolved and hasn't come back, knock wood), hers would resolve and come back. Each time the attacks would get worse and lately if they they landed her in the ER needing pain and anti-nausea medications. Her GP is very aware of this situation and had referred her to a surgeon...who couldn't see her for 6 weeks. Her appointment with him was still 4 weeks away when this attack started. She called her GP and was told to go right to the hospital. If the symptoms got bad enough they would remove the gallbladder on an emergency basis. She texted me Saturday afternoon that they were taking her in for surgery. I tried calling her later that night and a few times on Sunday but she

We are spending a couple days away in beautiful Newport, RI. Will post pics later😍

And finishing stories. I am really good at exercising and making actual dinner everyday though. Tonight a blog post on the latest happenings, tomorrow I'll finish the Wednesday story. 

It really did, I guess I've settled into life here with H,P& the kids. It still feels weird to not live with Orion but he visits all the time and I go back "home" to pick up mail and say "Hi!" to my parents at least once a week. I miss Horace the cat, seeing Ri every day and sleeping alone but I knew that I would miss all those things from the start and still chose to move in here. Most of it feels right. I think I just miss alone time. One thing that does have me confused and maybe even a little upset is the lack of sex. I'll admit it, a big part of why I thought moving in would be a good idea was the ready access. Turns out it doesn't work that way, we actually have less sex now. We've had sex maybe 3 times since I moved in. We've blown P a few additional times which is fun to do but ..I have to admit I find our sex life to be lackluster at best lately and it sucks. I like sex, kind of a lot and I think we should be having more of it. Sad

But I did. I have no idea why I torture myself. $1,300.00 is all that is standing between me and my souls home. I could book it but then I'd be 6 nights away from being homeless and jobless and friendless. So not a wise choice.  Besides, I'm barely settled into my new "home" and I do love them.  But Oahu, I miss you. 

I'm coming to realize that I'm not the happiest or most patient person on the block. Also I need some alone time. On a beach. In Hawaii. Or maybe I'm just constantly surrounded by crappy attitudes and sass so I've developed both. Oh and the Gimmies, they run pretty rampant around here too. I slept on the lovely but uncomfortable living room couch last night. I'm not loving sharing a bed... Ok I really, really dislike sharing a bed consistently. The odd sleep-over is fine but this every night thing isn't working for me. I think it would if H didn't move so fn much but she is constantly rolling (and she can't just roll, she has to fucking bounce first) moving blankets, tossing sheets and just generally making her presence known. It annoys the crap out of me. How hard is it to just lay down and sleep? 8 nights out of 10 I wake up in the same position that I fell asleep in. If I can do that, it can't be that hard. I'm a light sleeper, unexpected

Does anyone have any ideas on how you get a 12 year old who is on the autism spectrum to unplug??? Without the iPad she's already fairly disconnected from the world around her, with it she might as well not even be on the same planet as the rest of us. I'm not kidding when I say this child will spend 12 hours or more with headphones on watching YouTubers play video games and shreek like little girls. Or listening to terrible music while prancing and dancing around the room. She talks back to the screen and screams when they do. These behaviors are bad enough but  I can see her brain melting and it's making me crazy. I love this kid and I know the amount of screen time she has isn't good for her (or anyone but especially her.) She plugged herself in the second she woke up yesterday, 5 hours later I "forced" her to unplug and do something else. She read a book (OMG the horror), we played Clue (which she enjoyed & won) ate dinner with the rest of the family

Never a Dull Moment around here I tell you. Sunday, P replaced the broken side mirror on H's car, after it was installed everything seemed to be fine. Monday night H loaded youngest daughter into the car to go swimming. P and I stayed home to make dinner. About 5 minutes after she left she called P. All I heard was "What? Smoke? Where are you? I'm coming!" and then P shouted to me that he had to go and then the door slammed. I finished dinner and started plating for the other kids (B had 2 friends over) when H texted and P called at the same time. Turns out there was a short in the electrical system and her van was on FIRE!! Luckily they were less than a mile away, P got there within 3 minutes of the phone call and was able to put the fire out with the extinguisher he put in the trunk. but since 911 was called the firemen & police were at the scene just a couple minutes later. They disconnected the battery and called a tow truck. P can probably fix it, but man is

And its going well. I guess I'm settling in well. My only complaint so far is that I'm exhausted all the time. P & H are both early risers, I am not. Not even a little bit. Sadly I'm also a very light sleeper so when they get up, I wake up and generally I can't go back to sleep. I have to admit I'm tired and it's making me a little cranky. Also I'm not exercising like I wanted to be. It's hard to fit in when I want to be asleep by 9 at night. I have the next two weeks off work and I'm really, really looking forward to it. So far I have unpacking, the beach, a yoga class or two and sleeping late on my list.

Really not much else to say, the move went well. I think I'm settling in ok. Sleep is well, sleeps been better. But I'm very used to sleeping in my little bed all by myself. Sleeping in a very big bed with two other people for more than one or two nights is...new. Not really bad but I find that I do miss the "alone" time. There are many needy pets here (as I type Bailey the Blue Eyed Pup is staring at me and whining for attention) Princess the DachPuggle demanded I put the laptop down on the bed so she could sit on my lap for to cuddle. Plus 3 trouble-making cats. I love all these animals, the dogs especially, but none of them are my sweet orange Horace-Cat. Sadly, it was decided that Horace should stay with Orion at my mom and dad's.  It's the home he's always known, where he is an only cat (he hates other animals with a ferocious passion) and can safely be indoor/outdoor at will (mom and dad live on a very quiet dead end road in a very quiet little town.

I'm all packed up and as of tonight I officially live with P&H.  I'm going to be honest, this is scary as hell.  Also, I have a ton of crap. who knew I had this much crap? So a bunch of stuff has been thrown away or donated, which is good. I also found a 2 unfinished quilt projects and 1 finished quilt that I somehow forgot about completely.  I knew I loved to sew but this is sort of ridiculous...at least we won't be cold this winter? In other news, Orion has a job interview at Shaws market on Monday. My dad has worked for Shaws at least part time for 25 years and has said that Ri is pretty much guaranteed the position. I think he might be excited for Ri to start.   I'm actually sort of a nervous wreck about it, I mean my brain knows that he is old enough and smart enough to handle a job but my emotions are all over the place on this one. He was a baby just last week, wasn't he??  I wish him luck because I know he really wants a job (as he should at this point

Tomorrow (technically 10 minutes from now) is my birthday, it's also supposed to be my "official" moving day. I wish I could say I was excited about either of these events but....I'm not. Moving doesn't seem real yet and at my age a birthday is really just another day. Tomorrow's agenda includes: Sleeping past 8am (I probably won't) Packing (I HATE packing) Dropping off the stuff I've packed Coffee (because I love coffee) Super exciting stuff I tell you. .....Maybe I'll blow off all the grown up crap and head to the beach, always a good option.

Jake ran the back of his hand up her thigh then oh so slowly glided his forefinger along the slit between her pussy lips, back and fourth, over and over, unhurried.  Emily's breathing was ragged now, her legs were shaking. She wanted him to open the lips, and play with her clit. Jake knew that but he was enjoying the show. She had no idea how long he had wanted to take control like this. How often he had imagined making her his slave. He had given up on the idea, she had made it clear from the start that she was not a kinky girl. It was the one way she wasn't perfect for him So he had let it go, the "normal" sex they had was great anyway. Tonight though, was going to be so much better. He wanted to make her want this, so far it was working. He quickly pressed his finger between her lips, she was so, so wet. He quickly flicked his finger over her swollen clit. Emily gasped and let out a whimper, without thinking she grabbed his shoulders.  Jake smiled, "Hands

I should be sleepy, I'm not.  I'm thinking it's because I didn't walk today. I tried, but it turned into more of a wander though a very pretty graveyard enjoying some time with Orion. We had originally planned on going to Colt State Park to walk (briskly) on the path, enjoy the bay and maybe catch the sunset. But the North Burial Ground is on the way to the park, and it looked so peaceful and friendly. I adore wandering through graveyards, always have. When Orion was little I always brought him with me so now he loves wandering through them too. So we detoured, we could walk briskly through a graveyard just as easily, right? Apparently not, we stopped to admire the new reflection pool (small, tasteful, relaxing.) Then there are always interesting names and headstones. North Burial Ground is fairly old so there are some really nice old graves to look at in the end we just chatted and wandered....then went for ice cream. Because what else do you do on a lovely summer even

I talk about how lazy I am fairly frequently. I really, truly am. I love not moving most of the time. But every once in a while sleep is hard to come by and I end up in this loop: 1. Can't sleep because I haven't moved in ages 2. Drink more caffeine than usual (coffee is my best friend on a good day) to push through the day 3. Get home from work EXHAUSTED, do the bare minimum for dinner and tackle what MUST be done. 4. Flop into bed and proceed to NOT sleep because caffeine and I have not exercised. 5. Wash, rinse, repeat. And all the not sleeping doesn't even begin to touch what a fatso I am. Any help in that area would be a good thing. I had been in this rut for a couple months and I was just sick of it. I was complaining about my laziness lack of movement to H one day and jokingly asked her to kick my butt down to their treadmill on weekends. Then I thought about it for a while, I'm in the process of moving there and they do have a perfectly good treadmill

Just like the title says, I really didn't do anything but work and flop. I mean I wrote part of crappy, smutty story. I'm going to try and finish it this weekend. I'm going to try and upload some pictures that have been sitting on my camera for over a month before going to bed. There are a bunch of things I should be doing: I should be packing I should be cleaning I should be walking I should be planning tomorrow's food so I can stick to my diet But I'm not doing any of those things. I'm watching X-Files I'm day dreaming about a different job I'm wishing I could lose more weight (an eternal wish for many of us I suppose) I'm wishing it wasn't so muggy out I'm day dreaming about here: And still wondering how this guy makes animals fall in love with him.

“In the living room?” Emily asked feigning shock as she started to unbutton her blouse.  Jake had relaxed back into the couch and was watching her. Emily had the distinct feeling that this Jake was not the easy going, joker she knew and loved. There was an intensity about him that she wasn’t used to. Normally if she playfully started stripping he was all over her, offering to “help” or cat calling and offering her twenties.  Things she could laugh at and flirt over.  This Jake was watching her as if she was an object almost as if he was judging how she was taking off her clothes, watching how she undid every button. She wanted to say he was making her uncomfortable but she couldn’t. She liked it, feeling like an object something worth paying attention to. “But I’m being stupid,” she thought “he’s seen me naked almost daily for 5 years now. I take off my clothes in front of him every - Oh shit that is what I have on??” Emily had suddenly remembered that she had worn the ugliest (but mos

Emily was distracted at work, her mind wandered back to what Jake could be planning every few minutes. They had had a normal morning, showers, breakfast a kiss goodbye. Jake hadn’t mentioned any of his plans for the night. Except to remind her to come home on time again as she ran out the door. Not knowing what he was planning was driving her slightly crazy. They normally discussed everything from what to make for dinner to which errands could wait until the weekend. She hadn’t asked him what he was planning but she knew that even if she had he wouldn’t have told her.  Emily was half way home before she remembered the box in the attic. But..he wouldn’t. Would he? Funny how part of her wished he might, even if it meant she called off his “Whatever Wednesday.” They hadn’t discussed prior relationships and she occasionally  wondered who they had been used on and why he never suggested they use them.  “Honey I’m home!” Emily shouted playfully as she walked in the door. Jake met h

It's amazing how much changes in a week, and how a little PMS can throw a wrench in things.  Long story short, I was wrong (and overly sensitive.)  H does and always has wanted me to move in. Its just the way I interpreted what she said while I was in super cranky mode. I'm glad we discussed it and I'm glad everything is settled. Move in date is my birthday, 6/25.  So I have a couple weeks to pack the essentials and find new homes for them there.  They have cleaned out drawers and moved furniture around in preparation. This is going to happen, holy crap. In other news...H went to her monthly writers meeting and the guest speaker was a rather famous publisher of erotica.  It's a booming business and she's looking for more, especially if it has a BDSM twist. H started a short story Saturday and finished it Sunday. Her writer friends are critiquing it now. I started one today, the first section is below.  Fair warning, I am not a writer and this probably sucks, pleas

First off, it's June 2nd and I'm COLD. Why is it only 48 degrees out tonight??  It is actually June, right?  Please tell me I didn't end up in a coma and miss the whole summer. If I did you can tell me, I promise I won't freak out too much. Tonight I'm thankful for my warm, cozy solo bed complete with sweet sleeping cat. I love long weekends, I'm pretty sure I've mentioned that a few times before.  They are definitely better than being at work -- especially today.  I was only out of the office for one business day and came in to over 100 emails in my inbox, plus documents that were received. Once I got through the emails and documents there were a ton of new requests that needed to be done. Sometimes I wonder what my co-workers do all day because I didn't stop once but before I left there were still 15 requests just sitting there. I took 12 of them. I'd say I was being greedy but really I'm just realistic.  I know co-worker 1 is out tomorrow an

I love to read. When I was younger I would read a book a week (sometimes more) but over the past couple years I've started reading books less and less. I still read all the time but its more in the form of news stories, other blogs, work procedures. So a couple months ago I decided to start reading again. The next time I saw a book I was even slightly interested in I would grab it and start reading.  While wandering through BJs I spotted a book called "Shanghai Girls" the cover was interesting so I gabbed it. It started out great but the ending not a fan. Maybe the sequel will make me feel better? Then while listening to NPR on the way to work I heard about a book by Kate Atkinson called Life After Life. Excellent read, I enjoyed every page.  But again the ending, maybe it's me.  This book has a sort of sequel which is also on my to do list. This weekend, when out shopping I'll be on the lookout for another book, hopefully a stand alone because this sequel thing

Today was interesting.  I thought it was Tuesday until around noon.  Finding out it was Wednesday was actually a nice surprise, that much closer to the weekend! I have June 1st off too for someone's birthday. I like all this not working and I'm looking forward to July when I'll have 2 full weeks of not working.   At lunchtime P sent me a text asking how the day was going and lamenting the fact that the weather is getting warmer and there was still a ton of "stuff" to do in the yard (P is NOT a fan of hot weather, unless I'm on a beach neither am I.) I rattled my brain for a few minutes trying to think of what "stuff" was left to do. A few weeks ago we weeded and mulched flower beds, he had mowed the lawn over the weekend. I'm sure the sole tomato plant we planted is doomed but it had been watered Monday. What else could there possibly be to do out in the yard? I couldn't think of anything so I asked what he was talking about. Apparently f

I'm a rather voracious blog reader, I love seeing new posts pop up in my news feed but sadly I am a crappy blogger myself.  I mean to post, honestly I half compose updates in my head all the time but then they go poof.  It's sad, all those thoughts that ended up being nothing after all.  So, what's happened since October of last year?  Lots of things and nothing at all at the same time. Item one, this guy: Orion has turned 18, making me the mother of an adult. How in the name of the universe did that happen?  He will graduate from High School in June with zero plans after that.  Other than he would like to take an EMT course, get his license and then start being an actual EMT.  This scares the bejesus out of me, EMT's are wonderful people, they are a needed, important part of our day to day lives. They are examples of the best in humanity but they see the worst.  Car wrecks, spousal abuse, accidents, drug addicts, the list of things I DO NOT want my baby exposed t