Yes, I am an Oddball.

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