Yes, I am an Oddball.

I've had zero desire to move since we got back from NH. I had been pretty good about the whole diet/exercise thing for a few weeks. Then I mostly fell off the diet wagon, I'm still making better food choices just allowing myself more. But I was really sticking to the exercise. Walking at lunch and then walking the dogs after work followed by either a mile on the treadmill or water aerobics class. I was feeling mostly good, aside from the searing foot/ankle pain. I need to get back in the saddle but I'm just not feeling it. Mostly I'm just feeling tired lately. I wake up tired, I have some coffee and feel better then by the time I get home from work I'm tired again. I've still walked the dogs every day but only because they love their walk not because I have any motivation to move. It's 9:30pm right now and I still haven't made my lunch for tomorrow. I need to get up and do that. I put my step tracker/watch on it's charger when I got home from work,

We ended up having a fantastic weekend away, better than I had hoped for to be honest. We were bringing all three kids plus one of B's friends so I wasn't really planning on it being a fun "adult" weekend. P was his usual optimist self though and packed some lube along with the paddle and nipple clamps I bought and reviewed a few weeks ago. I had laughed at him while we were packing. I was pretty sure that even in a three bedroom condo we wouldn't have any privacy with all of the lovely teenagers running around. Lets face it the odds of all four kids heading out at the same time were slim to none.  Especially since we were only staying for 2 nights, when would we find the time to play? I was honestly just looking forward to spending some uninterrupted time all together in a beautiful place, seriously the White Mountains are fantastic.   After a 3 &1/2 hour drive we finally made it to the resort. It was a little after 9pm when we checked in and everyone was

So I frequently admit to being horribly out of shape but trying to get better. Yesterday I dusted off my trusty watch/pedometer/smart watch thingie and resolved to try and get the 10,000 recommended steps. I thought I did pretty well yesterday, I diligently got up and walked briskly through the building once an hour and I walked around the building at lunch. Then I did a mile on the treadmill after dinner. When I went to bed I had 9,888 steps. I know I should have just gotten the last 112 steps but it was close to midnight on a Monday and I was exhausted. I fell asleep almost instantly, it was good. When I woke up this morning I noticed that my right ankle didn't feel quite right but I hopped out of bed anyway and OMG PAIN!!! If P hadn't been sleeping in the bed I think I would have just fallen backwards into it. I didn't want to wake him so I grabbed the dresser instead and managed to limp out of the room. I have no idea what the hell I did but my right heel and ankle hurt

It was a pretty dull weekend around here, not that there is anything wrong with that. Saturday P and I  ran errands and did a bunch of Shopkicking. H went with a friend to Urban Sweat for active relaxation and massages. B and Orion volunteered at Lazicki's and T had her friend Tom over (they are ridiculously cute together and he's a seriously nice kid) they played a TON of Pokemon Go. Which is great because T generally never leaves the house without a fight even to play Pokemon Go with her sister. She's all for a long walk with Tom though. Today Ri volunteered with the birds again then came by for a quick visit before heading to work. P and I went to my parents RV so P could work on the generator again (problem found this time and hopefully it's an easy fix.) Tom came back over for another round of Pokemon and whatever else it is he and T do. I made homemade pizza for dinner (which everyone liked-yay!) Now T and Tom are playing Halo 3 loudly in the living room and rel

Where is August going? I feel like summer just started but here we are almost at the end of season. We've done back to school shopping for the girls and I've already started thinking of Halloween activities. I have to admit that this year I'm looking forward to Fall. I'm looking forward to cooler weather and Halloween and Thanksgiving. Although, I'm not quite sure how Thanksgiving is going to work this year. Too many families in play. Part of me would like to maybe skip Thanksgiving here and go with my parents to my aunt and uncles house. It would be a really long day though 3 hour drive both ways in what can be iffy New England weather. It's not unheard of for us to have snow by Thanksgiving here and they live further north so very likely they'll have snow already. I hate driving in the snow even with my 4 wheel drive SUV.  I would need to leave earlier than everyone else because I have work the next day and I think Ri will want to see his dad's side of

I skipped finishing that Whatever Wednesday post in favor of going to see Sausage Party with Ri. I generally love anything Seth Rogan does, the one exception being Preacher, I just can't get into it. His characters and writing style pretty much always make me laugh so I was expecting to enjoy it but I didn't think I'd have as much fun as I did. It was great. So do yourself a huge favor and go see it if you haven't yet. Turn off your brain for an hour or so and enjoy some stupid, silly, guy humor. It was even better than Suicide Squad (which didn't suck.) Let me know what you think of either Sausage Party or Suicide Squad.

So I was feeling bored Friday, with everything really. Bored (and annoyed) with work, bored at home. So I did what any reasonable person does: I went online and did some sex toy shopping. But what did I want? All the women I know have a favorite toy, the dildo that hits all the right spots. The vibrator that sends them straight to heaven, that scary thing that looks like a tongue. It suddenly hit me that I didn't have any toys of my own anymore really. This is not to say that I there weren't any toys here. There are toys aplenty, but most of them predate me and consist of the dildo/butt plug variety. Don't get me wrong, I love being penetrated as much as the next girl (maybe even a little more than her, but hey not a contest) I've just always preferred to have a live human to do that penetrating for me. Dildos just aren't my thing. I've tried a bunch and some are very nice, but none have been able to compete with a real live dick for me. Maybe I've been lu

Emily pulled her nipped from Jake's mouth, pinned his head against the bed and kissed him slowly. Sucking his lower lip into her mouth and gently nibbling it. Jake closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her without thinking, settling in to enjoy the kiss but Emily pulled away. "I don't remember saying you could move your arms." she said she stood between his legs holding the spoon. Jake quickly put his hands back over his head. "Did I say you could, Jake?" she asked him. "No, Miss, I'm sorry..." Jake started.  Without another word Emily smacked his inner thighs with the spoon. She watched his body flinch, his hard cock bounce. He nearly moved his hands again to defend himself but managed to hold back. He made a hissing sound to keep from crying out. It took a few seconds for him to realize that Em had stopped and was now gently stroking his slapped legs. Her hands coming tantalizingly close to his cock and balls. Teasingly close. "If

Emily had been looking forward to being in charge all week. Jake had been overly strict for the past couple weeks (she was fairly convinced that she would never be able to sit without flinching again) not that she hadn't earned every spanking she got. She had been bitchy, pouty, sneaky and once just outright disrespectful. She and Jake had discussed all the rules and acceptable punishments before they started this new phase of their relationship and she could opt out anytime. She had to admit that she liked the way things were going as a whole. Her productivity levels since she had agreed to let him dom her full time, not just on Wednesdays had been through the roof. It was amazing how much she less she forgot to do things. Knowing she would end up over Jake's knee or bent over the bed if she neglected her responsibilities was pretty good motivation. Plus their sex life was amazing lately. Today was her day though, every second Wednesday the tables were turned and Jake was he

Thank all of you for stopping by my little corner of the internet over the past couple days! I'd love it if some of you would come out of the shadows and comment, even if all you're going to do is tell me I'm a horrible writer and that I suck. Both are true but I'd love to get a dialogue going anyway :-) So Sunday... H and I had a huge blow up, huge. I'm not usually a very emotional person but this fight involved me completely freaking out, shouting, slamming a sliding door, crying and shaking so hard I thought I might throw up. Fun, right? It's just this "poor me" pattern H has drove me over the edge and I let her have it when she came to the stairs, pouting, nearly crying and babbling something about if P couldn't go no one was invited. I should mention that after her initial pouting session I had texted my friend J to find out if H could come along with us. J had already let me know that there was plenty of room for one more when this blow u

Are we 12? You were out all day with your friends yesterday. I did the shopping, food prep, dinner making and evening rescue mission with P. I was not invited on your outing with your friends. A week ago I put my outing on the shared calendar, asking who else wanted to come. No replies. I live in the same house as you do, you could have even said something to me, like, in person. Now you want to come and are pouting because I didn't say yes right away? Don't think I didn't hear you suggest to P that it was a "romantic date" with someone else because you weren't invited and I happened to buy a bottle of wine for the organizer, bringing a gift to your hosts isn't unusual, it's actually just manners. You were invited, P was invited,  it was on the calendar. I GOT ZERO REPLYS so told the organizer it was just me coming. She is going to play the victim and  turn P against me. The countdown to being asked to leave the house has begun. This isn't a fi

What a day! I'm not complaining, I've had worse days (so much worse) but it was busy and I've been working on not enough restful sleep for about 2 weeks now and its starting to wear on me a little. I have very little patience for anything really. On the bright side the meth addict temp was let go. It's the little things like not having to deal with a meth-head all day that make life better. Sadly, I did have to say goodbye to the work neighbors I've enjoyed sitting with for the past couple years because I had to change desks. I completely understand why I needed to move, it makes sense for people on the same teams to sit together. I think the new workspace is a little bigger than my old one too, which I'll admit is nice. I just know I'm not going to love sitting with the people I'm near now. Luckily, I have a phone and headphones, I can (and did today)  tune them out and listen to podcasts or music or BBC News while I'm working. Lots of options.

Just about every Thursday night I meet my parents and one of my sisters for dinner and trivia at a local restaurant we all like. The food is good, it's great to see each other IRL instead of just in chat or text and trivia is pretty fun. My dad has really, really wanted to win trivia night. Both for the bragging rights and for the $50 gift card the 1st place winner receives. Tonight we finally did it! My younger sister brought her housemate Mike and he definitely pushed us over that edge to victory. Dad was thrilled, I mean we all were but I think he was the happiest. Mike is going to have to come every week now. :-) Oh, and dinner was great, I had the fried shrimp - yum! - but so not on my diet. Its PMS week so I'm finding it really difficult to stick to eating what I'm supposed to. Tuesday I blew it by eating a waffle at dinner (followed by exercise), Wednesday the diet fell apart at dinner too (and I didn't exercise), today I gave up at lunch. At least I didn't s

Sorry friends, I just didn't have time to think of a fun sexy story today. Work was crazy and my son had the night off so I decided to spend the time having dinner and hanging out with him. I should have skipped dinner, two days in a row I've killed my diet with carb-rich but delicious dinners. I know 2 dinners shouldn't make me feel like a failure but they do. It doesn't help that I didn't get my butt to water aerobics or the treadmill tonight either (at least I did hit the treadmill last night.) It's 2 meals and one lazy day, Not the end of the world as long as I get back on track tomorrow. Despite not exercising I'm exhausted so at least I'll sleep well tonight. I did enjoy the time with Orion though, he cracks me up and we went over some plans for our upcoming trip to NH. Oh, I got to fight over politics with my mom on Facebook for a while too, always fun. Nothing major, she's a Sanders supporter that hasn't gotten over his loss yet. I'

I should start by saying that I have a relatively hum-drum job. I wouldn't call it monotonous, I handle a large variety of requests and I never really know what kind of requests I'll be getting each day so I'm not bored (plus customers always have some kind of crazy going on to liven things up) and some days I even like my job. Then this week happened. Monday morning I minding my own business, sifting though emails (oh god the emails) and drinking my coffee while lining up my cases on another monitor (my station has 3 monitors, yes I do need all three) when my boss stopped by and told me that one of the Temps would be sitting with me for the day so I could start teaching her some parts of my job. I didn't think The Temps were going to be assigned to my team, I thought they were going to be assigned to help with a new product roll out. But he's the boss and I'm there for 8 hours a day to do whatever he assigns so send her over!   O...M...G I'm not kidding whe

Have you ever wondered where people's lives went wrong? K and I met in third grade have been friends ever since. She is my oldest friend and I love her without (much) question but somewhere around college (while I was home working and being mom to Orion) she started partying a little too hard. Other friends and I begged her to suggested that she cut down on the parties, booze and men so she could focus on her grades (which were dismal) or at the very least to stop leaving clubs with strangers for one night stands. She always blew us off and said she was in control of herself. Until the night she wasn't. I hate to even type this because it sounds anti-woman/femisist etc. but her assault was 100% preventable. K engaged in behaviors that would be risky for anyone (meeting men she met in online chat rooms alone, drinking, recreational drug use, going home with the men she had just met at clubs or bars, etc) in her mind being in college meant she was invincible and free. K grew up