Yes, I am an Oddball.

So Saturday P and I were together all day, running errands, doing house stuff, flirting a little. It had been a great day and I was just starting to wind down for the evening when P asked me to go with him to the garage to see something he had set up out there. I generally don't care about what goes on in the garage (don't tell P) but I went anyway. I ended up gently teasing him about what he had done, expecting him to shoot a snide comment right back at me (we have great banter) but instead he grabbed one of my pigtails, pulled me close and growled that he was going to make me very sorry then choke me with his cock and make me swallow his cum. Needless to say I was intrigued, a little frightened, and very, very turned on. What can I say, my fear/pain/pleasure receptors are all entangled, it's anyone's guess why. I pulled away a little, giggled and called him a tease. P has a tendency to tease me by acting all mean and then being nothing but sweet. But something in hi

I know I'm an odd duck but I love it when The Guy wakes me to mess around when he gets home from work in the early hours of the morning. I'm also sexually submissive so generally love being ordered around and "disciplined" in bed. I know- odd duck but I like what I like and make no apologies... This post might be TMI but I want to remember last night... Waking me for sex isn't something he does often, when he does it's usually for fun but sleepy sex. Last night was different. We had had an "active" weekend and by Sunday night my pussy was sore, it was great. I loved the tender feeling every time I sat down Monday but by Tuesday morning it was gone. When The Guy and I talked at lunchtime I mentioned that I was sad the feeling was gone. Instead of the "I'm glad it was fun" reply I was expecting he said "Oh, I guess that means you'll need another hard fucking." I giggled and said I always needed one and he just chuckled. Sex

There was a reason I never wanted to own property. The never ending 1st floor renovation we're currently undergoing is one of the many reasons. Not that I don't love the way our new and improved living room looks, I do. I just hate the hassle, headaches and (for lack of a better phrase) temper tantrums associated. This is an old house, nothing about it is standard. Quite a few things are just barely up to code. We run into issues pretty frequently, tempers flair, the house is in chaos and I'm 99.9% sure that making the place look better isn't worth it. On the bright side, aside from renovation stress we've been getting along really well. We even started a blog all together over on wordpress. Ok, it's mostly H and I with snarky comments from P thrown in. I'll probably be posting more over there than I do here, finding time to write on both blogs is going to be difficult. But I will keep this site open for my silly sexy short stories and just in case I ever

We've been redoing the living room in our house for the past couple weeks and we're in the home stretch now. I'll be glad when the room is completely finished (hopefully before the cookout we're having for our families on the 4th) because I don't think I could handle the stress of this torn apart room hanging over us anymore. Let me explain. I come from a place of skepticism and mistrust when it comes to any kind of renovation. Add in a large dash of stress to that pot too. You see, I love my parents, they are awesome at raising kids and on the whole I had a fantastic childhood. What they are not good at (neither of them) is completing a home improvement (or just a home keep running) project once it's started. I don't really blame them for this. Neither of them is what you would call "handy", plus they are 60's hippies so material goods mean very little to them in general. Add in the fact that money was always tight, my dad worked a ton (one

We're in the White Mountains, it's super quiet, the kids have gone to the pool. The adults are just flopped in the living room of our condo enjoying the wifi. Because none of us have cell service. It's nice. We should do this more. Oh and tomorrow I turn 40. My birthday really snuck up on me this year.

I haven't written in a while, oops... First things first, it's June 6th and only 48 degrees outside. Today's high was 53, tomorrow 63. What the literal fuck? I'm sorta glad I gave back the vacation time I took later later in the month at this rate it will still be too cold for the beach. Depressing. It's been busy but somehow not? Does that make sense? Work has been nuts but I guess that's nothing new really. We've had an incredibly busy year we're half way though and there is no sign of it slowing down. On the brightside I have officially started my volunteer doula hours. With a sweet mom I met through H's friend Jennilee and her little 8 week old boy. It's a lot of fun going over and snuggling the little guy but I feel like I should be doing more for mom. She is a really, really together person though and already back on her feet and running around which is great for her but not really for me. The volunteer hours were for me to get some rea

As expected, we lost P's mom last Saturday morning. According to P's sister she passed very peacefully in her sleep around 4am. She waited until 6am to call P and his brother. I'm so glad that the whole family had congregated at the house to say goodbye Friday night. P's aunts were there and being the very Catholic people they are brought a priest with them to give her last rights. I have to say that was one of the creepiest/saddest things I have ever seen. Definitely not something that would bring me peace, I know it did nothing to help P or his siblings (it's hard to shake that Catholic childhood even if you say you have) I hope his aunts and mother found it helpful. I can't believe it's been a whole week since she passed already. Everything has been a blur for me this week so I can't imagine how P and his siblings feel. I have learned that I think we need to change how we handle final arrangements in our society though. P and his siblings had zero

Doula class was this weekend and it was amazing from start to finish. Great women, great town, a bed to myself in a lovely quiet house (thank you Nira and Airbnb!) I loved the class, all of it. Now to start looking for new moms to help, I need to complete 20 hours of volunteer doula work in order to be officially certified. Time to start pounding the bricks, looking for new mamas to help! The instructor is pretty much the person I thought I would be when I grew up as kid. She's a midwife, a birth doula, a postpartum doula and a lactation consultant. SHE KNOWS ALL THE THINGS!! And she's a amazing, level headed and down to earth. I learned so much. She is running a birth doula course in September, part of me wants to jump in with two feet and just sign up today, the other part of me would like to see how this postpartum certification goes. Do I find moms to volunteer with to complete certification? Is there any interest in doula's in general in my area? Will I be able to mak

Has anyone else ever noticed that the universe makes you calm the fuck down and learn something even if you don't really want to? So after my last post rant I was just about ready to blow my top and walk away but a couple things happened... First we got some terrible news about P's mom. She's not my mom so I don't feel comfortable going into too many details. We'll leave it at she is looking at many, many weeks if not months of being in the hospital. We're just glad she has qualified for a clinical trial because conventional treatments are completely ineffective. This trial offers some hope at least.  P lost his dad the year we met and it crushed him, he still misses his dad. Facing the very possible loss of his mom is scary and very sad. P is the oldest child in his family and he worries how he's going to "fill in" for his parents. I cannot fathom this. Maybe because I'm one of those selfish middle children? Or because my parents rais

**Warning, grouchy rambly post ahead** Some days I wonder if I could handle going it alone. Then there are days like today, which convince me that I'd be just fine.  I'm in a triad that, lets face it, is not ideal by any stretch of the imagination. Heck, some days (like today) I don't even like being part of it. Sex is nearly non-existent because I only see P on weekends due to our work schedules. Weekends are always busy for all of us, so odds of sex happening are 1 in 10 at best. Other than the fact the P would fix my car if I needed him to, I don't get much else out of this relationship. Honestly, before P I had no problem finding mechanics. Something tells me it's  just as easy to get a car fixed today as it was 8 or so years ago. H is useless to have around.  I've mentioned before that she and I have the same job. Today I drove us into work (as usual) we both put in our 8 hours and I drove home. When we got home, I opened my mail,  let the dogs o

It was an okay weekend. My friend K had a difficult week, long story short she, her boyfriend and her kids were evicted from the home they are staying in. Which is bad enough, but the person that evicted them is her boyfriends mother. That's right, the woman evicted her son and grandchildren.  We knew she wasn't right in the head but this kind of proved it.  The reason she gave for the eviction is she wants to have a dog and can't because K doesn't want one. Yup. They could fight the eviction, but honestly I don't think she should. It's not a healthy environment for her or her kids. Now is the time to move on from everything here (including her BF) and onto the new life she's been planning for so long. It will suck that this means she'll be moving around 4 hours away by car but I know that it will be better for them in the long run.  Anyway, after some amusing (but not mind blowing) morning sex P & I spend the day with K and her youngest son runnin

It hit me today that I listen to a lot of podcasts. Like,a lot of podcasts. All day really. I love pods. I learn lots, I'm entertained, sometimes I'm freaked out. I thought I'd share my top 10 and why I love them.  1. The Birth Hour Podcast -  So I think I've mentioned a few times before that I am going to start Doula classes next month (and if I haven't done that here, surprise!) This pod is all about letting women tell their birth and postpartum stories, the good, the fantastic, the terrible. I love everything about this pod and consider it part of my doula training. 2. Star Talk with Neil Degrasse Tyson - Do I really need to say more than that? this pod is fun and educational and Dr. Tyson interviews a surprising array of people. I learn something every time I listen.  3. Welcome to Nightvale - This was the first pod I ever listed to. I have no idea how to describe this one. Just listen if you like weird and slightly creepy storytelling.  4. Dearest Doula

I've exercised 3 days in a row!! I know that for most this is nothing but for me it's awesome!! Especially since I basically took a year off from any form of actual exercise. I'm sore but in a good way, I'm tired but in a way that makes sleep delicious and not just something I "should" do.  Ri came to visit tonight, 24 hours after antibiotics and he's looking and feeling like a million times better. He's still got a cough, which is expected, but at least he feels better. I know the feeling well, I used to have bronchitis every winter. Asthma + cold season = very sick Catie. I love that he's feeling better, joking around and eating again :-)  Now if only P would start getting better. Goodness knows I love the man but his cough is keeping us all up at night. Nyquil didn't touch it last night.  Time to start nagging him to see a doctor. Chances are his cold is now bronchitis too. :-(    Joy.

As expected after not exercising for almost a year I was sore today. Not sore enough for me to needs to take any ibuprofen or slow me down. I even did a mile on the treadmill tonight and worked up a little bit of a sweat. And as an added bonus, I slept great last night!!  I'm looking forward to going back to water aerobics tomorrow.  Ri went to the doctor today, my poor (grown up) kiddo has bronchitis :-(   I'm really glad that he went, I know he hates doctors but I love that after a couple days on antibiotics he'll be back to his old self! I really hate it when he's sick. I know, I know all moms hate when their kids are sick. I also know that he's nearly 21 and not a baby. I just don't care, he'll always be my one and only baby!  I just talked to P, he still sounds like a Nyquil commercial. I sorta wish he would go get checked out too. We jokingly call P Wolverine because he heals from being sick/hurt faster than anyone I know. He's been sick for ab

So the always much too short weekend had come and gone and I have to say that it was okay. Sadly Ri & P were both sick all weekend. I'm feeling sort of doomed. You know that doomed feeling you get when you're healthy but surrounded by sick people? Like you're just waiting for those first symptoms to hit. Or maybe i'm a hypochondriac? Anyway... Poor Ri got hit with a 24 hour stomach thing that threw him for a loop. The kid has always had an iron stomach (which he did NOT get from me) so when he called Friday to say he was leaving work early I was surprised. Apparently his boss found him throwing up into the trash in the breakroom and thought it would be best if he went home (ya think?)  I asked if he wanted me to go hang out with him for the night and he said no, he just wanted to sleep. No luck, apparently he was up all night vomiting 😟 my poor (grown up) baby! Saturday afternoon he asked me to bring him some ginger ale and crackers. When I got there the poor kid

Let's start with me thanking everyone that's read my crazy, boring little blog today! Thank you!  Today I received 180 pageviews, that's the most I've ever received in one day since I started blogging. Thank you for reading! I hope my dull little life is interesting to others. It feels like a slog to me most days. Not today though, never on a Friday.  It's it funny how days have personalities? For me Mondays tend to be gloomy and frustrating, Tuesdays are busy both at work and at home and I'm frazzled by the end, Wednesdays are generally good, Thursdays go by in a forgettable blur and then lovely Friday comes along. It's almost impossible for me to have a bad day on Friday even if I know the weekend is going to be full and busy. Knowing I can sleep a bit later and that I don't have to go to work makes my blood pressure go down. Does anyone else's week have a rhythm like that or is it just me? So, what's gone on since I last blogged?  After a

It hit me recently that I blog like I would talk to my therapist. Some days I wish I still had one. She got tired of me and booted me out of therapy. Ok, not really,after 10 or so sessions she gently told me that I was ok. I had established boundaries and worked out some coping skills and didn't need a therapist anymore. I'm welcome back anytime.  I liked therapy, when I started I really thought I was losing my mind (long story, very long) having a 3rd party review all the evidence (mostly texts) and listen to me talk for an hour or so at a time then tell me I was NOT crazy was really helpful. I credit her with keeping P & I together. This blog is helping too. When I'm frustrated with life in general I come here and type away. So thank you all for reading. And for the couple comments I've gotten over the past month or so I really appreciate it. 😄 That said, I'm thinking of going back to my therapist for a few sessions. I need to figure out why I'm somehow

Mine are full of crap that needs to get done and not really fun anymore. Part of growing up I guess. At least I get to sleep a little later than I normally do? Not tons later because my bladder doesn't allow me to do that but it is nice to get up and use the bathroom knowing that I could go back to bed after if I want. I did go back to bed to doze for a little while Saturday. I eventually decided that I was awake for the day but instead of getting up I laid in bed and read while P slept and H took B to volunteer. P & I actually got up around 10:15 and decided to go out for breakfast with T. This was probably the first mistake of the day. I've blogged before about how unplugging T is like taking heroine away from an addict. She brought her iphone but it's battery was dead because she didn't charge it Friday night. The poor phone was super dead, like not even turning on. An unplugged T is a pile of bitchy nonsense. Attitude galore with a side of poor me the universe h

Work was insane, I mean really insane. Everything I touched was just wrong. I wasn't even grouchy and easily annoyed today things were truly just all wrong. On the bright side I did learn a new thing or two, yay professional development?  Know what else is all wrong? Snow in March. Know what we're expecting tonight and tomorrow? Snow. Between 3-6 inches of it. Shoot me. I seriously can't stand it. Winter has to go away because I'm tired of being cold. At least I can work from home tomorrow? I guess that's a good thing. Or not considering how crazy today was.  Tonight has been fairly chaotic, dinner and Ri came over to visit. I also made some chocolate peanut butter cheesecake cupcakes, I hope they are good. H liked the one she had. which I guess is good too.  Turns out P does not have to work Saturday, I guess it's good that I didn't actually make plans for the day. Although, now I sorta want to... I need a nap but I also need to put away my laundry.

Everything is annoying the fuck out of me today.  Examples:  I always drive to work, yesterday H said she was going to drive in today. This morning she couldn't find her keys. I was completely annoyed that I had to drive to work (something I literally do every weekday without a second thought.)  I didn't care about work at all. But poorly written requests received fairly scathing emailed replies from me asking the requester to explain themselves. Usually I wing it, I'm actually pretty good a figuring out what they need done. Not.Today.  I  didn't care if anyone liked or ate the dinner I chose to make. But if they hadn't eaten it I would have wanted to kill them  (luckily, they all ate and enjoyed it.)  I didn't care that T really, really, really wanted chocolate donuts for dessert.  This one annoyed me in several ways:   The kid has a one track mind and can't let ANYTHING that gets on that track go ever.  Instead of dropping it when told that w

Why is there an unwritten rule that all Monday's at work have to be annoying if not all out terrible? I feel like I start the day off with the best intentions a sleepy non-morning person like me can start day with and it goes pretty well through the commute, coffee stop and parking spot finding. then from the second I'm at my desk everything falls apart. 3 "Urgent" (urgent is code for someone, usually the customer but sometimes the company or me fucked up) requests. Really? so I spend my morning chasing those down and getting them settled, not fun. One haunted me all day and the other two took until lunch. Keep in mind that I'm working on these cases while trying to process the "normal" work day work and field emailed questions from both customers and internal colleagues and attend webinar style trainings for upcoming product changes. Do I have a super hard job?  Lets call it challenging, with a side of WTF. Lately I have zero patience with it and most o

Today is Friday, which is pretty much always a good thing. After work I picked up my BFF crazy K and her youngest son. The original plan was just to pick up them up from her son's speech therapy and grab her prescriptions and bring them home. But you know how things go. Neither of us had any plans for the night and we were out anyway so why not head to Target and grab dinner after? She had actual shopping that she needed to do, I just enjoy being in Target. Don't judge. I only bought 3 things and spent $30 bucks, which isn't bad for one of my recreational trips to Target. Admittedly I didn't "need" 2 of the items but pens make me happy (especially super fine tipped pens that are on sale) and who DOESN'T buy a $40 leather Moleskine phone case when it's more than 1/2 off?? Did I need either of of these items? No. But neither will go to waste, in fact my phone is enjoying it's new case as I type. So as much as I'm enjoying my new laptop, it'

What should I name this little fella? I like it far more than I thought I would, sure it's entirely web based but know what? That's fine by me because what I'll be using it for the most is the web. The screen is bigger than I was expecting considering it's overall small size. I haven't used the touch screen feature much yet but I'm sure it will be great for watching netflix or hulu or something. The specs say I should get at least 10 hours of work time from the battery and I forget how much standby time exactly but it's a ton. I like that its fairly sturdy looking too. Like I could drop it on the ground and it would still be ok. Not that I plan on testing that because like I said, I like this fella. Maybe that's what it's name is: Fella. So now we all know who I'm referring to when I say Fella. Okay, okay, I'll stop reviewing my laptop now. In other news, P is sad because he did the math and we just can't afford the super duper fancy ca

Last night was not the best nights sleep ever. I went to bed later than I should have but I was asleep by a little past midnight. I could have gone to bed earlier but I wanted to hang out with Ri while he was around (he'll be working for the rest of the week.) Besides, while we were watching a movie I ordered a new laptop!  It's not anything special really, I went with a Chromebook because I've read good things about them. I don't need a super awesome fancy machine for the web-surfing, blogging and little bit of word processing that I do. I did go a little bit fancy because I picked one that has a touch screen, web-camera and 360 hinges so it can be used as a tablet. In my heart of hearts I really wanted a new MacBook Air but I just can't bring myself to spend a grand on one. The one I'm using right now is still working (it's 8 years old) but it's slow and can't be updated past the newest iOS version. Which isn't a big deal for now, but in 18 mon

I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. Things have been weird since the election and I haven't felt like posting. I think I was in shock. I honestly didn't think this country was dumb enough to actually fall for the orange idiot, I was wrong. Very wrong. And it felt like I was punched in the gut. The only good thing to come of it is that women are finally banding together again. I wish I could have been at the march in Washington but work, money, etc. I was definitely there in spirit. Anyway, politics aside things have been going well in general. I still love P&H, I still need to lose weight, I still hate winter. I also still hate my job and haven't found another. What HAVE done is signed up for a postpartum doula class!!  I can't wait! I've already finished reading the required books, I have a list of questions for the instructors (just in case they don't answer them during class.) Does this mean I'll have a new career? Who knows but this is a