tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340670592009-03-14T00:18:13.938-05:00MaggieDearMaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-15574982371846505642008-03-13T15:57:00.004-05:002008-03-13T16:07:54.857-05:00Tomorrow is ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/R9mXdkZ_gEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/LysZ0GJDn0g/s1600-h/steakbjday.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/R9mXdkZ_gEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/LysZ0GJDn0g/s400/steakbjday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177335780883791938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />March 14 ... <a href="http://www.steakandbjday.com/">Steak and BJ day</a>! And I think it's also on March 20th. I forget which is the original date, but why not take advantage of both days?? Sounds like fun to me!<br /><br />Whoever's giving Theresa flack about this very special day .. cut it out! *g*<br /><br />Hope y'all are all doing okay, I'm trying to get back here, but work is making it difficult.<br /><br />Stop reading and go prepare yourself, and your s/o for <a href="http://www.steakandbjday.com/">Steak and BJ Day</a>!<br /><br />~Hugs y'all!<br /><span style="font-size:200%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-1557498237184650564?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-84932357149702574242008-03-05T09:01:00.003-06:002008-03-05T09:12:32.962-06:00Getting Back in the Swing of Things...Like blogging and working. Surely no swinging paddles or anything of that sort around here.<br /><br />Everything here is fine. For a couple of months I was very concerned about what the economy is doing to our business, but right when I was ready to start posting again the flood gates opened and I am swamped! That's a good thing, for the most part.<br /><br />I know I've told people in email that I'm going to post that day or the next for sure, but I just run out of hours in the day .... I'm trying. I promise. Even when I've had time to post, I would rather read what y'all have to say ... much more interesting reading that's for sure! *g* Just from the drive-by reading I've been doing, it's going to take me months to catch up with everything going on in y'alls world.<br /><br />Thanks to everyone that has been checking in, and also the people that have commented on the last couple of posts. I'll try and get better about responding to comments and email!<br /><br />~Hugs y'all!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-8493235714970257424?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-75806951687953350182008-01-28T13:02:00.000-06:002008-01-28T13:08:35.643-06:00Still Looks Like Christmas Around HereI'm going to try to get back in here this week, get the Christmas stuff packed up and put away and make a good effort to start reading and posting again. Life has been a non-stop cluster-fuck for a couple of months. I'm okay, he's okay, we're okay ... the shit just won't stop though!<br /><br />Thanks for all the cards and emails ... I've missed a lot around here, and also not been a very good friend / reader / blogger etc. and for that I apologize!<br /><br />Back shortly!<br /><br />~Hugs!<br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-7580695168795335018?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-19737920217942386932007-11-08T16:49:00.000-06:002007-11-08T16:48:13.570-06:00Changes Part II<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><br />I read a post by <a href="http://talesfromthetop.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-vanilla-to-dd-and-how-it-could.html">Timid Top at Tales from the Top.</a> This guy seems to be really trying to get into the swing of the D/d lifestyle. Most everything he has said, I sit here and nod.<br /><br />He starts out describing growing up at the height of the women's lib movement in the 70's. Those were my teen years, too. All around me, my friend's moms started working. Then<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RzOMdTGthNI/AAAAAAAAAlM/VVGja354VOA/s1600-h/Rosie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RzOMdTGthNI/AAAAAAAAAlM/VVGja354VOA/s400/Rosie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130598835477644498" border="0" /></a> divorcing. They may have had good reason, things like that were pretty much kept behind closed doors at the time. But nevertheless, working they were, no dad on site and no HOH because mom was too busy bringing home the bacon, frying it up in the pan, etc. Most of us know now what a gargantuan job working outside the home full time and raising kids can be. So who ran the company, in the best interest of everyone involved? (I'm not saying that moms can't do it on their own, because we all know we surely can! I'm also not saying women shouldn't work, or have equal rights in the workplace. We should, and still don't in some cases.)<br /><br />Then mom may have remarried, or mayb<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RzOP5TGthPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/E9S3MtiyruI/s1600-h/arguing-or-mad-couple2.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RzOP5TGthPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/E9S3MtiyruI/s400/arguing-or-mad-couple2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130602615048865010" border="0" /></a>e not, but the freedom was felt everywhere. In the late 70s, I married my first husband (too young I might add!) and there was no way I was going to let us be anything but equal partners. Looking back at it now, he really may have made a good HOH. Since we were 'equal' and we both had all the freedom that goes with that, there was constant turmoil. And eventually a divorce. But, how different might that have turned out if the bra-burning, liberating, free-love in the few years prior, had not taken place? In my mind, before we were married, staying home and being June Cleaver was what I wanted to do. My mom did it, her mom and her mom ... So, a few years go by and I wouldn't hear of staying home. I had to make my place in the work-world and I'll be damned if I was going to let my husband tell me what to do, or when or where! Even if it was for my own good. Lot's of arguements. Lots.<br /><br />Things weren't really that different in my second marriage. There did come a time when I questioned myself on what it would be like to have a HOH. I thought about it a LOT! But that was toward the end of the marriage, and by that time I knew he wasn't smart enough to be <i>my</i> HOH. And yes, intelligence does play a part in that demanding role. Marriage over, no more worries with that. Then.<br /><br />I'm wondering how much of a role women's lib played in changing what had worked, in most cases for so long; the male being HOH? To paraphrase Timid Top, Every good organization needs a good CEO. Someone that will run the company with the company's best interest at heart. Be fair, but firm when running his company. Was the change worth it? In the work place , yes. But what about inside the family, behind closed doors? Would the divorce rate still be at 50%, if not more in some places?<br /><br />Timid Top goes on to say that after living in this lifestyle he can see a definite benefit, and also how it could benefit society. The big problem is, how do you get society to see this point of view? Those of you that are living a HOH or D/d lifestyle have said many times how much happier you are, and that for some of you it has been noticed by friends and family. IF we were to all be honest when asked what makes us so happy and come right out and tell them, maybe, eventually it would catch on. But like Timid, I agree that for the most part, people out there <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RzOPdjGthOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/a4Muq6x45zg/s1600-h/coupleinlove.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RzOPdjGthOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/a4Muq6x45zg/s400/coupleinlove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130602138307495138" border="0" /></a>arent' ready to accept this kind of personal responsibility. Too much work. Easier to lay the blame elsewhere.<br /><br />In the near future, it would be really nice if we could all blog under our real names and not worry about who might find out and what they might say if they did! It's going to have to take people - us - talking about it, bringing it more out in the open. Make it mainstream! It's possible that thousands of women would thank us! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Enough thinking! lol<br /><br />~Hugs y'all<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-1973792021794238693?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-37075970504470214152007-11-07T16:12:00.000-06:002007-11-07T16:05:04.946-06:00Always a Good Last Resort<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">When your mind fails to mind blog, what else is there to do?<br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></p><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">1.Do you like cheese? Love it! Doc says it's a no no.<br /><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">2. Have you ever done heroin? Nope.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />3. Do you own a bike? No.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><span style="font-size:0;"></span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">4. What are you doing tonight? Dinner, walk the dog, argue with the dog, sleep. Can't get anymore exciting than that, can ya?<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Occasionally<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">6. What do you think of hot dogs? Once a year ... maybe.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />7. What's your favorite Christmas song? Jingle Bell Rock<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Ice water.<br /><br />9. Can you do push ups? </span>I'm afraid to try!<br /><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">10. Is your bathroom clean? Yes, it is.<br /><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? A sapphire and diamond ring I got for myself several years ago.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />12. Do you have friends? Yes, do you want them?<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />13. Do you miss someone? Not right now.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />14. Middle name? Starts with an L<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment.<br /></span><ol><li>I wish I had time to do the post that I want to do.</li><li>Looks like it's gonna rain soon.</li><li>I hope it doesn't rain.<br /></li></ol><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">16. Name the last 3 things you bought.<br /></span><ol><li>Cigarettes</li><li>Gas</li><li>Lunch<span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span><br /></li></ol><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">17. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink. <br /></span><ol><li>Ice water</li><li>Iced tea</li><li>Vodka-ritas.<br /></li></ol><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">18. Current worry? Not much worrying right now.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />19. Current hate? Hmmm.. not much to hate right now. Okay, maybe our current administration.</span><br /><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">20. Favorite place to be? With MrC<br /><br />21. How did you ring in the New Year? Dont' remember, but sleeping probably.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />22. Where would you like to go? Somewhere, anywhere out of this city.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">23. Are you hungry? No<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />24. What/who made you laugh last? A voice mail message ... still giggling<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />25. Do you own slippers? Yes, big lime green fuzzy ones. Made Maggie-the-dog's hair stand on end the first time she saw me with them on! Heh!<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />26. What shirt are you wearing? Dark blue t-shirt<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />27. Do you burn or tan? tan<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">28. Favorite color? Purple<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />29. Would you be a pirate? No.<br /><br />30. What songs do you sing in the shower? I don't sing in the shower.<br /><br />31. What did you have for lunch?. Arby's roast beef<br /><br />32. Name someone who has changed your life. My daughter.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><br />33. What's in your pocket right now? Nothing<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />34. Best bed sheets as a child?<span style="font-size:0;"> </span>Not a clue!<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />35. Worst injury you've ever had? Broken wrist in 6th grade.</span><br /><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">36. How many TVs do you have in your house? 3</span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />37. Who is your loudest friend? Susan<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />38. Who is your most silent friend? Christie<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />39. Do you wish on shooting stars? Yes, of course.<br /><br />40. What is your favorite movie? Cape Fear<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />41. What is your favorite candy? Dove dark chocolate<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />42. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? No songs at either wedding.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />43. What song do you want played at your funeral? When the Saints Go Marching In<br /><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">44. What were you doing at </span><st1:time minute="00" hour="0"><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">12 AM</span></st1:time><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;"> last night? Snoozin' like a baby.<br /><br /></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Verdana;">45. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? Oh, f***!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-3707597050447021415?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-16557278225378139452007-11-06T15:57:00.000-06:002007-11-06T16:16:54.515-06:00Look Familiar?<div align="center"><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v610/leenc/wake-up.flv" height="389" width="430"></embed></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-1655727822537813945?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-89307413754847684122007-11-05T15:53:00.000-06:002007-11-05T16:00:23.592-06:00Monday, MondayToday is the part of the time change that I dislike the most. First day back at work and at 4pm my internal clock will be telling me it's time to go home. Then the next hour just draaaaaaaagggggs by. When are they going to stop this nonsense? (As I was typing this up, the bossman called, said to go home if nothing's goin' on. So, my internal clock is very happy!)<br /><br />The other day I mentioned S and how he comes to the house every Saturday for dinner. He is a friend of MrC's and awhile back got himself into some minor trouble and had to do some time. It <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Ry-HABXsleI/AAAAAAAAAk8/i392u6upPnA/s1600-h/food.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Ry-HABXsleI/AAAAAAAAAk8/i392u6upPnA/s320/food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129466935035860450" border="0" /></a>wasn't a serious crime, well I guess serious is the wrong word, but he just got caught up in the moment at the wrong place and time and he spent a couple of years in jail. Now he's out and in a half-way house thing, so being the nice guy that MrC is, told him that he could come up every Saturday and he'd make him a good home cooked meal. I didn't disagree with it at the time, and I still really don't, but it's more ... production ... than what it's worth. And on more than one occasion, has included several of our neighbors.<br /><br />S is a great guy, so he himself is no problem. But my weekend schedule is really turned upside down! lol I know I'm being selfish and it will come to an end in a couple of months. I can do this. I can. I can .... etc.<br /><br />When your spouse or partner compliments you, what is your reaction? I have a very hard time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Ry-IIxXslfI/AAAAAAAAAlE/4wGPHLZNWtc/s1600-h/smilecat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Ry-IIxXslfI/AAAAAAAAAlE/4wGPHLZNWtc/s320/smilecat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129468184871343602" border="0" /></a> accepting compliments, so when MrC praises me for something, I usually come back with some smart ass remark or just "yeah, yeah, whatever". I never really thought much about it, but we were having a conversation a few nights ago and he mentioned something, don't remember now what it was, but I just laughed and walked away. Later he said that when I do that, I'm portraying that I don't believe what he said, or that what he said isn't important to me. I think I'll practice saying "Thank you" Maybe even followed by a kiss. *g*<br /><br />Five days into November and five consecutive posts. Amazing, for me! By the time the 30th rolls around, y'all may never want to hear from me again! lol<br /><br />Here's something that I'd love to see everyone's answers to. It should be really interesting.<br /><br />Define your musical tastes in 10 songs. If you're up to it, post in comments, or on your blog. I'm looking forward to the diversity!<br /><br />In no particular order:<br /><ol><li>Let's Fall in Love - Diana Krall</li><li>Seduces Me - Celine Dion</li><li>Fever - Ray Charles and Natalie Cole<br /></li><li>All the Way - Celine Dion and Frank Sinatra</li><li>I Just Can't Help Believin' - Elvis Presley</li><li>Me and Bobbie McGee - Janis Joplin</li><li>Baby Elephant Walk - Henry Mancini</li><li>Linda on My Mind - Conway Twitty</li><li>Downtown Train - Rod Stewart</li><li>Stray Cat Strut - Stray Cats</li></ol>How's that for being all over the place? lol<br /><br />~Hugs y'all!<br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-8930741375484768412?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-58388031332172178572007-11-04T22:48:00.000-06:002007-11-04T23:25:09.418-06:00The Change<div style="text-align: justify;">Time change that is. I love it when I can wake up to day break. Gives me time to spend with Maggie-the-dog outside<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Ry6oNxXslbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/XQ61b9XQxvw/s1600-h/swirlclock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Ry6oNxXslbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/XQ61b9XQxvw/s320/swirlclock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129221980166067634" border="0" /></a> before I go to work. What I'm not thrilled with is no day light after work. Just irks the heck out of me! I did make of the extra time today by spending it in my closet. Alone. Cleaning. I pulled a Theresa and weeded through almostuse everything in there. I had box still packed from when I moved from Dallas ten years ago. I threw away seven of those boxes! Woohooo! And a large black garbage bag for Goodwill. It was very refreshing. I even got a start on the drawers in the bathroom. Who in the heck needs all that make-up and so many brushes, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Ry6olxXsldI/AAAAAAAAAkc/7fNNFvgqTdw/s1600-h/closet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Ry6olxXsldI/AAAAAAAAAkc/7fNNFvgqTdw/s320/closet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129222392482928082" border="0" /></a>hundreds of nail clippers and files and blahblahblah. I got started, I said, but didn't make it very far except buying some little organizer things that fit into the drawers. I'll get around to doing that .... someday! lol<br /><br />More change: Change of life. A welcome and a pain at the same time! Like I said earlier these hot flashes are really doing a number on me. Perfectly fine one minute, then sweating bullets the next. Yuck! I've read a little about black cohosh, and Paul mentioned Evening primrose oil. Any thoughts, suggestions?<br /><br />The forgetfulness, too. OMG! That will correct itself, won't it? And I think my fingers have developed dyslexia. I have never typed so awful in my life. The backspace key is my new best friend! lol <a href="http://www.minniepauz.com/">Minnie Pauz</a> has some cute little cartoons and anecdotes. Haven't been through the whole site, but they've probably got something to say on this heat wave. Sixty-eight degrees and all the windows open ... all night, with the fan going, and I'm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Ry6oghXslcI/AAAAAAAAAkU/7n-GjSNgiiE/s1600-h/unplugged2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Ry6oghXslcI/AAAAAAAAAkU/7n-GjSNgiiE/s320/unplugged2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129222302288614850" border="0" /></a> seriously contemplating the a/c! Sheesh!<br /><br />Theresa asked about a tri-tip. I think from looking at <a href="http://www.virtualweberbullet.com/meatcharts_photos/beef_map.gif">this diagram</a> it's the bottom triangular section of the sirloin. Grace can probably tell more about it. I think Cali is where the popularity started. As for grilling it, that part I do know about. Medium heat, eight minutes on each side, wrap in foil, move off the direct heat and let it rest for eight minutes. That's for medium rare. Slice thin with all the natural juices. Just fantastic!<br /><br />Okay, that's my non-spanko, non-d/d post for the day. Bed time is calling!<br /><br />~Hugs y'all!<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:200%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-5838803133217217857?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-15500207450448510472007-11-03T10:51:00.001-05:002007-11-03T11:15:28.515-05:00Me, Posting on a Saturday?<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm really putting a lot of pressure on myself to blog more often. When I first saw that this is Nat'l Blog Posting Month, I thought I could do it. I doubt it. I suppose I could if I posted about all the stupid little things that run through my mind, but how boring would that be? Very! I'll show you:<br /><br />I really wish S wasn't coming over today. I've already got the meal planned and started. Tri-tip, twice baked potatoes and cheesecake. S is a great guy, but geez-louise, every single Saturday is ridiculous! Oh well, it's for MrC, anyway.<br /><br />Food: I came across a website through Yahoo picks or something where people send in <a href="http://www.fridgewatcher.com/">pictures of their refrigerators and what's in them</a>. From all over the world. Whoa! No wonder there's all the hoopla about how us Americans are so overweight and out of shape. All over the world people were sending in what's in their fridge and let me tell ya, every other country had little bitty refrigerators. <a href="http://www.fridgewatcher.com/?p=179">About the size of a dishwasher</a>. Some taller, but skinny. And almost no junk food, processed food, sodas etc. Lots of fresh produce, cheeses and the likes. Very little in the freezer, if there even was a freezer section. But you get to the <a href="http://www.fridgewatcher.com/?p=160">American fridges</a> and they are monsters! Filled and overflowing with God only knows what!<br /><br />MrC and I are just as guilty as every other person in this country. We have a fairly large side-by-side that is stuffed, over flowing actually. Just for the two of us. I have one closet pantry that is floor to ceiling and the top half is completely full, and then 3 more cabinets and two long shelves in the utility room that is over flowing, literally. Stuff is now stacked on top of the dryer.<br /><br />After looking at every fridge on that site, I really started thinking about how greedy and gluttonous we are. Hoarders. Just disgusting. But out of habit, we'll probably continue. We do try to eat a lot of fresh veggies and fruit, but I can't lie and say that red meat and processed foods don't take up a large portion of it.<br /><br />Heh! It may be better if I post a couple of times a month and don't spill out some of the garbage in my brain!<br /><br />~Hugs y'all and have a great weekend.<br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-1550020745044851047?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-29469533720017228462007-11-02T12:58:00.000-05:002007-11-02T16:48:58.638-05:00Meme from PK's Vanilla Sister<p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Did y'all know this is <a href="http://nablopomo.ning.com/">National Blog Posting Month</a>? A post a day. You're supposed to put your name on a list, but I don't think I will. They would probably just take it off again. *g*</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Ya know the post before this one? The one with the video clip from Californication? I've come up with a brilliant idea! I think we should have Cassie do the writing for that show since all the Hollywood writers on going on strike and we wouldn't want that girl to go one week without her spanking, right? With <a href="http://cassiesspace.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-that-was-fun.html">Cassie's imagination</a>, and proven track record, we can all rest assured that girl would get what she's so obviously lookin' for! *g*<br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">4 THINGS YOU </span><st1:stockticker><span style="font-family:Arial;">MAY</span></st1:stockticker><span style="font-family:Arial;"> NOT KNOW ABOUT ME<br /><br />Four jobs I have had in my life:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Receptionist at a photography studio<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Lo</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">|</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">an processor for a nationwide finance company.<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Mort<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">|</span>gage broker<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Office manager<o:p></o:p></span></span></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Four movies I have seen more than once:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Overboard<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Cape Fear<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Goodfellas<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Basic Instinct<o:p></o:p></span></span></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p>Four places I have lived: <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:city><st1:place></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span>Dallas<br /></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:city><st1:place></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span>Colorado Springs<br /></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;">Fort Collins CO<br /></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:city><st1:place></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span>Houston</span></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Four Shows that I watch (not necessarily regularly) <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Al<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">|</span>ton Brown</span><st1:stockticker></st1:stockticker><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Ant<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">|</span>hony Bordain<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> And<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">|</span>erson Cooper 360<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Show<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">|</span>biz Tonight (that's how I fall asleep!)<o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Four places I have been:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family:Arial;">Glencoe WY</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:place><span style="font-family:Arial;">Blackfoot ID</span></st1:place><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:state><st1:place><span style="font-family:Arial;">Masonville CO</span></st1:place></st1:state><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="font-family:Arial;">Raton NM</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Four People who e-mail me (regularly):<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span>The person trying to sell me Cialis<br /></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span>The person trying to sell me unheard of stocks</span><br /></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span>The head honcho of some bank in Africa that needs me to help him get an inheritence to me<br /></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span>The bank that wants me to click on the link to verify my password<br /></span></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Four of my favorite foods: <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Shrimp, anyway you want to serve it<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">My hamburgers<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Grilled steak, medium rare please <o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Peanut butter and jelly sandwich<o:p></o:p></span></span></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />Four places I would rather be right now.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">In bed<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Loveland CO<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">At the beach, as long as it has white sand and blue water<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span> In a jacuzzi<br /></span></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />Four friends I think will respond<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;">I'd like to see everyone do this.<br /><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Four things I am looking forward to this year <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span>The holidays</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">Winning the lottery</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">Cooler weather</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">Retiring, when I win the lottery<br /></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Happy times <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Spending time with MrC<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Spending time with Maggie-the-dog<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Both my kids being home (for short times)<o:p></o:p></span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:time minute="0" hour="15"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Computering</span></st1:time><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></span></li></ol><br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-2946953372001722846?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-38955028962397096332007-11-01T10:17:00.000-05:002007-11-01T10:19:49.230-05:00Spanking Getting More Mainstream?<div style="text-align: justify;">After reading the post at <a href="http://allthingsspanking.com/">All Things Spanking</a>, I think I'll have Comcast switch my Cinemax to Showtime! (Not that it makes any difference, I never get to hold the remote anyway! lol) Cinemax has the fake porn, which I can't seem to stay awake to watch, but I've yet to see a spanking take place when I <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span>.<br /></div><br />From <a href="http://www.sho.com/site/californication/home.do">Californication</a> on Showtime:<br /><br /><div align="center"><object height="366" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcQtVKqlIuQ&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcQtVKqlIuQ&amp;rel=1&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="366" width="425"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:200%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-3895502896239709633?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-58683909930220030332007-10-30T18:29:00.000-05:002007-11-01T10:35:11.816-05:00Oct 31<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hope everyone has a bewitching day!</span></span><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RyhtWBXslZI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Y94G6CqtlBM/s1600-h/witch3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RyhtWBXslZI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Y94G6CqtlBM/s320/witch3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127468400853685650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RyhxWRXslaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/cTh9PccjJSk/s1600-h/pumpkin-line.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RyhxWRXslaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/cTh9PccjJSk/s320/pumpkin-line.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127472803195164066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;" ><b>You Are a Ghost</b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/ghost.gif" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Mysterious, independent, and often unseen - you always do things your own way.<br />You are introverted, shy, and even a little secretive.<br />People are dying to know you better, but you're a difficult person to know.<br />A lot of your contributions to the world are left invisible and unfelt.<br /><br />Your greatest power: Blending in really well<br /><br />Your greatest weakness: Being too passive<br /><br />You play well with: Witches</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/">What Kind of Monster Are You?</a></div><div align="center"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RyhxWRXslaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/cTh9PccjJSk/s1600-h/pumpkin-line.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RyhxWRXslaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/cTh9PccjJSk/s320/pumpkin-line.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127472803195164066" border="0" /></a><br /></div>And of course, have fun and be safe!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-5868390993022003033?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-56467996879872456922007-10-30T17:51:00.000-05:002007-10-30T17:54:14.931-05:00I Could Really Use A Spanking!<div style="text-align: justify;">That would solve all of my problems right now. Okay, wait. I really don't have any <span style="font-style: italic;">problems</span> to speak of. But I do have this thing going on lately.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Ryes6xXslVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/5CWAYFoV-iY/s1600-h/%21animated_lady_crying.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Ryes6xXslVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/5CWAYFoV-iY/s320/%21animated_lady_crying.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127256826469717330" border="0" /></a>This time last year, I was going through the Niagara Falls thing that Theresa and Eva have recently gone through. In fact, my periods are few and far between. When they are present they're from very minimal to just normal. <span style="font-style: italic;">Hallelujah</span>! So, what could the problem be? Crying! Holy Cow! I don't cry! I cry when I'm angry ... furious! Now, right in the middle of a normal conversation the tears just start! What is the deal with that? I'm not sad. Nothing's bothering me. Things are pretty good right now. So what the hell is up with the crying bit? Do they make, No More Tears pills? *g*<br /><br />So, my thought is that a really nice spanking would get rid of them. Or would it? Geez, I'd like to at least give it a try, ya know. Oh well, it's not going to happen and that's okay, too. (Sort of.) Looking back, its been 11 months since I first brought up spanking to MrC, in a serious way. It's been brushed over very lightly a few times since then, but nothing that sticks. Maybe it's just not meant to be.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RyesyxXslUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VtTlXhzG4Ow/s1600-h/l%27artdelafessee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RyesyxXslUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VtTlXhzG4Ow/s320/l%27artdelafessee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127256689030763842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For awhile after I told him about this spanking thing, I found myself with a new attitude. Well, I don't know if it was <span style="font-style: italic;">new</span>, but it was different. Suddenly, I made sure I didn't get mouthy or have a smart ass attitude when I talked to him. I think I was thinking "Crap! What if he took me seriously? What if he really did up-end me? What then?"<br /><br />As time has gone by, there are times now, when I'm not so careful with what I say, or how I say it. I think there have been times when I go back to the core, the same as I did with my ex. <span style="font-style: italic;">Say something! Do something!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Show me that you're paying attention and you're not going to let me do this or say that!</span> Sheesh! That sounds like a little two year old, huh? But it's not. It's me, a 48 year old that needs that attention. (See, here are tears because of the two year old statement .. geez!) Ahem! Enough of that! lol It'll all fall into place if it's meant to be. Right? Right!<br /><br />While I was looking back to find out just how long ago it had been since I told this deep, dark secret to MrC, I discovered that I've had this blog over a year now. I did more posts in the last few months of 2006, than I've done in <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RyetLRXslWI/AAAAAAAAAjk/dxrOtPtXlJU/s1600-h/hotter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RyetLRXslWI/AAAAAAAAAjk/dxrOtPtXlJU/s320/hotter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127257109937558882" border="0" /></a>10 months this year. Maybe if I change the subject of the blog, or the about me thingie it would be easier to post. Who knows.<br /><br />Oh wait, back to the perimenopause thing. Hot, cold, hot, coldhotcoldhotcold! Oh Lord, let it be over with soon! One good thing: the libido has not gone into hiding! She's out in full force, thankyouverymuch! Heh!<br /><br />No wait, I'm not done. Two more things to add to this fantastically wonderful time of my life - forgetful and klutzy. With a capital K! It's funny in an odd sort of way! *g*<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:200%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-5646799687987245692?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-48986058422711141562007-10-29T13:53:00.000-05:002007-10-31T14:33:17.541-05:00In My In Box<span style="font-size:200;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Similar to funny home videos, but these are church, mostly wedding clips. Most aren't all that funny ... just one.<br /><br /><br /></div><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-242a33fc1738553b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAO3T1daHheEeH3ZcEQIwEb8wXZbYB7adSbL08Aoa83DY2YsrT1QjDV6hMia0OYJV6x5M5B4-as094t_L7Si2QohJp5w_WQj4S7VfX7d2QBKuQV_7jqPgHCb41J8Tt75l6fsuCE-UjvgYg-6tvxOWlqegessZgSG5GLAmyN1R4b1SNpvAK8KPRXSCdbldv1WNXFDWs-BD-fDwhRJG8eHO3f7OMb6cJcbL3uudPjCKcqvN%26sigh%3DaXpknca2fE9jUCv2Xt-dD2GvNTE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D242a33fc1738553b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D3z3mC09geebZ6aJvK0qU_WllAiw&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAO3T1daHheEeH3ZcEQIwEb8wXZbYB7adSbL08Aoa83DY2YsrT1QjDV6hMia0OYJV6x5M5B4-as094t_L7Si2QohJp5w_WQj4S7VfX7d2QBKuQV_7jqPgHCb41J8Tt75l6fsuCE-UjvgYg-6tvxOWlqegessZgSG5GLAmyN1R4b1SNpvAK8KPRXSCdbldv1WNXFDWs-BD-fDwhRJG8eHO3f7OMb6cJcbL3uudPjCKcqvN%26sigh%3DaXpknca2fE9jUCv2Xt-dD2GvNTE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D242a33fc1738553b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D3z3mC09geebZ6aJvK0qU_WllAiw&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">~Hugs and y'all have a good week!<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-4898605842271114156?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-10834080769836821632007-10-18T11:37:00.000-05:002007-10-18T15:42:37.637-05:00Copying Eva's Wikipedia Meme<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Nothing to talk about here either. The weather's still hot, 92°F today, but it could be worse. I've got a three day weekend coming up and my daughter's driving down, so I'm not going to be able to do my blog reading, or any posting. Not that I have anything to post, but you know, just in case I did!</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.striatic.net/journal/2006/04/30/wikipedia-blog-meme-game">Wikipedia Blog Meme Game</a><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >1. Go to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/">Wikipedia</a>.<br />2. In the Search box, type your birth month and day (but not year).<br />3. Choose three events that</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > happened on your birthday.<br />4. Choose two important birthdays and one interesting death.<br />5. Post it.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br />Events:</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span> <ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" face="arial" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1867" title="1867">1867</a> - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States">United States</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alaska_Purchase" title="Alaska Purchase">takes possession of</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alaska" title="Alaska">Alaska</a> after purchasing it from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russia" title="Russia">Russia</a> for $7.2 million. Celebrated annually in the state as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alaska_Day" title="Alaska Day">Alaska Day</a>.</li><li class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1892" title="1892">1892</a> - The First <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Long_distance_phone_call&amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Long distance phone call">long distance phone call</a> in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States">United States</a> Between <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicago" title="Chicago">Chicago</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York" title="New York">New York</a></li><li class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1929" title="1929">1929</a> - Women are considered "Persons" under law in Canada.</li></ul> <p style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RxeTeQzinQI/AAAAAAAAAi8/i8K0JQNWRvI/s1600-h/5womenstatue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RxeTeQzinQI/AAAAAAAAAi8/i8K0JQNWRvI/s320/5womenstatue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122725249273732354" border="0" /></a></p><div style=""><span style=""></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >“</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >...This monument entitled "Women are Persons!" is a<br />tribute to Nellie McClung,</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span><st1:personname style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><st2:givenname>Irene</st2:givenname> <st2:sn>Parlby</st2:sn></st1:personname><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >, </span><st1:personname style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><st2:givenname>Emily</st2:givenname> <st2:sn>Murphy</st2:sn></st1:personname><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >,</span><br /><st1:personname style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><st2:givenname>Louise</st2:givenname> <st2:sn>McKinney</st2:sn></st1:personname><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > and </span><st1:personname style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"><st2:givenname>Henrietta</st2:givenname> <st2:middlename>Muir</st2:middlename> <st2:sn>Edwards</st2:sn></st1:personname><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >. Known<br />as the Famous Five, these women won the "Persons"<br />Case, </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >a 1929 court ruling which legally declared women<br />as persons under the </span><st1:place style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">British North America</st1:place><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > Act…”</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"></span></p><blockquote></blockquote><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"></span><o:p></o:p><p></p><span style="font-size:100%;">Birthdays</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span> <ul style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1767" title="1767">1939 - </a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Harvey_Oswald" title="Lee Harvey Oswald">Lee Harvey Oswald</a>, purported American assassin of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_F._Kennedy" title="John F. Kennedy">John F. Kennedy</a> (d. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1963" title="1963">1963</a>)</li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1961" title="1961">1961</a> - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wynton_Marsalis" title="Wynton Marsalis">Wynton Marsalis</a>, American musician</li></ul> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;font-family:arial;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RxeoSwzinRI/AAAAAAAAAjE/FRQVMcAiVNQ/s1600-h/seethru.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RxeoSwzinRI/AAAAAAAAAjE/FRQVMcAiVNQ/s320/seethru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122748141449420050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Death</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <ul style="font-family: arial;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1976" title="1976">1976</a> - Cathal O'Donoghue <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Cathal_O%27Donoghue&amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Cathal O'Donoghue">Cathal O'Donoghue</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=See_thru_bra&amp;action=edit" class="new" title="See thru bra">see thru bra</a> inventor</li></ul><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />~Hugs and y'all have a great weekend!<span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" ><br />Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-1083408076983682163?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-26805868691766718832007-10-15T08:50:00.000-05:002007-10-15T09:16:05.696-05:00It's Paul's Birthday!<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:180%;" >Happy Birthday, Paul!</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Make a wish and give it wings</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > Dreams of bright and beautiful things</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > Dance through all the fun filled hours</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > Don't forget to smell the flowers</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RxNynAzinPI/AAAAAAAAAi0/CYcxilO498o/s1600-h/b-daycard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RxNynAzinPI/AAAAAAAAAi0/CYcxilO498o/s320/b-daycard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121563215807028466" border="0" /></a></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > Share some love and birthday cake</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > All life joys are yours to take</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > And when evening comes to view</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > Thanks your lucky stars you're you</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Lots of love, many hugs and oodles of warm wishes Paul!</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" ><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Maggie</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-2680586869176671883?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-71971572913179425442007-10-12T08:36:00.000-05:002007-10-12T11:38:11.720-05:00L.O.L and Friday - All In One!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Rw-J8gzinJI/AAAAAAAAAiE/H2wfA7xgjtM/s1600-h/hellopostcard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Rw-J8gzinJI/AAAAAAAAAiE/H2wfA7xgjtM/s200/hellopostcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120462974034812050" border="0" /></a><br />Good morning - or afternoon! Where ever you happen to be in the world. Today is the Second Love Our Lurkers Day!<br /><br />Today is all about you and a chance for y'all to come out of hiding if only for a day, just to say hi!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Rw-L1wzinLI/AAAAAAAAAiU/W-96RXyZvGQ/s1600-h/globe3t.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Rw-L1wzinLI/AAAAAAAAAiU/W-96RXyZvGQ/s200/globe3t.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120465057093950642" border="0" /></a> Of course, if you want to say more, that would be even better. *g* You don't have to have a blog, or even a name to post a comment here, so it should be easy to hear from a lot of the people that stop by on a regular basis. We don't bite, really. Well, unless maybe if you ask nicely, you could find someone to accommodate that wish! :-)<br /><br />It doesn't matter which end of spanking you're on, or how you like it or for whatever purpose, or heck even if you're here and don't like it, take a minute to let me know! It would be nice to know what the quiet ones are thinking! *g* Even drop a note by email, if you'd be more comfortable!<br /><br />I don't post as often as I'd like, so I'm not going to promise much interesting reading around <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Rw-MAgzinMI/AAAAAAAAAic/-HglQUQodxM/s1600-h/hello.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Rw-MAgzinMI/AAAAAAAAAic/-HglQUQodxM/s200/hello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120465241777544386" border="0" /></a>here, especially spanko related. This blog is aimed more at trying to get <span style="font-style: italic;">into</span> a spanking relationship with my HOH and hopefully fall into a true D/d life. So far, no success. I know that I am far from the only one with this on my mind, so please, feel free to comment and say hi! We're all in this together, in some way.<br /><br /><br /><br />Here is a partial list of bloggers participating in LOL, though it surely isn't complete. After you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Rw-M5QzinNI/AAAAAAAAAik/vacMQiSbFlU/s1600-h/moderate.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Rw-M5QzinNI/AAAAAAAAAik/vacMQiSbFlU/s200/moderate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120466216735120594" border="0" /></a> say hi here (please?!?) stop in other places and let them know you're around! We really do appreciate you taking the time to stop by and read!<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/">Bonnie</a><br />(with a more complete list!)<br /><a href="http://allthingsspanking.com/">All Things Spanking</a><br /><a href="http://angelbrat454.blogspot.com/">AngelBrat</a><br /><a href="http://ca-girl.blogspot.com/">Grace</a><br /><a href="http://cassiesspace.blogspot.com/">Cassie</a><br /><a href="http://www.pattysgallery.com/wordpress/">Patty @ CSW</a><br /><a href="http://lynlass.blogspot.com/">lynlass</a><br /><a href="http://elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/">PK/Elis/New Beginnings</a><br /><a href="http://evadry.blogspot.com/index.html">Eva</a><br /><a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/">Padme &amp; Anakin</a><br /><a href="http://spankfuldelight.blogspot.com/">Purple Angel</a><br /><a href="http://www.spankingbethie.com/blog/">Spanking Bethie</a><br /></div><br />Those are just a few that I know of right now.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />So, to the lurkers: Thank you ahead of time for taking time to read and if you decide to speak up today, Thanks! It means a lot!<br /></div><br />~Hugs y'all!<br /><a href="http://www.joanniewrites.blogspot.com/"> </a><br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-7197157291317942544?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-47721621400226739152007-10-11T14:16:00.000-05:002007-10-11T16:23:55.748-05:00One More Day Until Friday!<div style="text-align: justify;">Honestly, how long can one sit here with the create post window open and not say anything? I have almost nothing to do at work today and for the last couple of days have mind blogged quite a bit. But where is it now? Sheesh!<br /><br />Thinking, thinking. I know there was something to say, but I don't know now. lol<br /><br />I suppose I can introduce y'all to my kids. Eva and PK have told you about theirs and we know what an ordeal Grace has been through for the last few months. (btw, hope that's all over with now and stays over!)<br /><br />My daughter. She's 23, has a good job with a fairly large company in Dallas. She's a very bubbly girl! Always happy, always sees the good in everything. Quite refreshing.<br /><br />After she got out of high school, she spent about a year and a half in San Clemente CA. And loved it. I think she's a natural born surfer girl. lol I wasn't thrilled about her going so far from home so soon, but since she was moving out there with her boyfriend AND his parents and they would be living with them, I was sort of okay with it. She had a fantastic job out there and loved it. She did miss the rain, she said. Oh, and me and her brother, like an afterthought! lol<br /><br />Wait, I guess they need names, huh? I'll just go with BabyGirl for her, since that's what I've always called her. *g*<br /><br />So anyway BabyGirl and her boyfriend, let's just call him Twit, broke up she stayed a few months longer and I finally talked her into coming back to Houston. She got along real good with his parents and grandmother and still talks to them all the time. The grandmother worked at the same company she was working at, and tells her all the time that there is still a job there waiting whenever she's ready to come back. BabyGirl will end up back out there, just don't know when. That's okay because it's for her, she fits in out there!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Rw6T2QzinGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vDMUsLwDAMs/s1600-h/Beezers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Rw6T2QzinGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vDMUsLwDAMs/s320/Beezers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120192386800196706" border="0" /></a>She's got a dog, that I swear is the dumbest dog on earth. I got this thing for the kids hmmm about 5 yrs ago. I am sooooo glad she has claimed him as her own! We'll just call him stupidf'ingdog, well because that's what he answers to! What he lacks in smarts, he surely makes up for in personality! It takes all kinds I suppose. lol (He thinks he can actually get that branch inside the door, head on. Then he just sits and stares at you, like you can widen the door. Now.)<br /><br />Enough about kids for one day, don't you think?<br /><br />A post I was reading today, made me stop and think about analyzing myself, or rather my actions. Does everyone do that? Am I the only one that doesn't? For the most part, things that I do or things about myself in general I usually just take them as they are and don't give it too much thought. The more I think about it, the more I think I should take the time to at least try and determine why I've done such and such, or what is/was the reason for a particular thought or action. The only thing that comes to mind right now that I have ever really given deep thought to is what is it about spanking that attracts me so. But that's not necessary to go into here, right? lol<br /><br />Like I told the poster, everything for me, mostly, is black or white. The decisions or actions I make don't involve a thought process for long term. Here and now is what I'm thinking. Thinking this deep into myself has suddenly given me an insecure, unsettled feeling and I'm not quite sure what to do with it. I think I've mentioned before about the selfish and self-centered person that I've always been. This needs to change, largely to protect my future self and I'm not sure where to start. I see a lot of reflection for this coming weekend. Yes, thank you, I'll have that aspirin now.<br /><br /></div>Here is my newest kid, Maggie-the-dog:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Rw6SEAzinFI/AAAAAAAAAhk/zi9HAj06IRE/s1600-h/Maggie1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/Rw6SEAzinFI/AAAAAAAAAhk/zi9HAj06IRE/s200/Maggie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120190424000142418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" ><br /><br /><br />Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-4772162140022673915?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-13500903589974660042007-10-08T14:40:00.000-05:002007-10-08T16:45:11.527-05:00ConfessionI've got a confession to make. It really shouldn't be a big surprise to anyone, I don't think. I have an addictive personality. Ahhh, there I feel better now! *g* It's not a matter of life or death, mostly, but the fact is, I become addicted to things very easily. Of course blogging, or reading blogs is one of them. I'm also addicted to aspirin, even before my doc told me to take one a day. Alcohol too. Truth be told I am more than likely an alcoholic, but it doesn't interfere with my life and my ability to function. I just like drinking and that's what we do. Cigarettes, there's one addiction that just will not go away. That one has me bothered. (Please know that I am definitely not making light of those that do have serious addiction problems with drugs and or alcohol.) But it is in my nature to quickly become addicted to ... things.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I've been connected to the internet for eleven years now. My first addiction came with <a href="http://www.mirc.com/">IRC</a>, a chat application. And then from there HTML and learning what made a computer do it's thing, and then a neat little toy called <a href="http://www.acativeworlds.com/">ActiveWorlds</a>. After a couple of years I snapped out of it and actually started having real conversations in the real world. That was weird. So a couple of years later I started in with Active Worlds again, and uhoh! here came 'blogging' and then it was back to HTML and blog templates. In all of that came the discovery of spanking. I couldn't read enough about other people that had the same desires. Y'all know how that is, huh? *g*<br /><br />So, I got my template to do what I wanted it to do, at least on my screen it is. Not sure about others. I got bored with that. The blogging, I've just felt like I don't have much to say in regards to spanking. Heh, but I'm not the only one with that problem right now! I could blog about my job. I'm in the mort*gage industry, sub*prime at that and we all know how that's working out. <span style="font-style: italic;">"That's all I've got to say about that</span>." I could blog about how things are going with MrC and I, but there's really nothing going on there.<br /><br />Can you guess where this is going? It's that darn ActiveWorlds again! ActiveWorlds (AW) is a 3d chat program. I know curiosity is just killin' y'all so I'll fill you in! In this program, you get an avatar, quite a few to choose from and you can build - things ... stuff ... places. There are <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1018/1471020880_62bdcc9527.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1018/1471020880_62bdcc9527.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>different 'worlds' you can go to, some you can build in, some you can't. Alphaworld is where I go. That's the oldest world within ActiveWorlds. You can build anything your imagination can come up with. And while you're building - you can talk with others. There are building yards with thousands of objects for you to use, and you can manipulate them, change their color, the shapes and make them into whatever your mind will let you do. My mind is only a little bit creative. So I've been working on an art museum. All of the outer walls are up, the floors are down, but I'm changing them again for the third time. I've got a pond/forest area started. And I'll be damned if I'm not addicted again. Or still. The main floor of my museum will be pinup<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1246/1471020732_b5e327279d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1246/1471020732_b5e327279d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> art. I love the stuff! Then the other section, one hidden from passers by, will be spanko art. That's the part I'm really looking forward to doing. *g* That part has to be hidden because for the most part AW is PG rated. But there are a few ways around that. I'm really looking forward to it all coming together.<br /><br />Okay, back to the real world! On the spanko front, absolutely nothing has taken place. Not even a whisper about it. Right now, in my thinking, if he isn't the one to return to the subject, then he doesn't care about it and I'm not going to nag. It is frustrating, though! For awhile after I brought it up to him, I found myself not mouthing off like I normally would have and in general being nicer. Did I think he might take me seriously? Maybe so. Now, I'm back to my nice, normal, smart ass self! lol Maybe once summer is over and we're spending more time inside, I may bring it back up. We'll see.<br /><br />Oh yeah. Can't forget about Maggie-the-dog. She's a quite a trip! She's lost all of her timidness and runs the house now. We're getting pretty good at obeying her. ;-)<br /><br />I hope everyone's doing great and getting whatever spankings you're hoping for! Hopefully it won't be so long between posts. I do miss everyone!<br /><br />**Just a little fyi - the * I put in mort*gage and sub*prime is so some poor soul doesn't do a search on those terms and end up here, like someone did when they were looking for info on Ativan and Wellbutrin, and found pink butts! lol<br /><br />~Hugs y'all!<br /></div><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-1350090358997466004?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-13646859424239748752007-08-29T15:55:00.000-05:002007-08-29T15:56:50.384-05:00I'm a Bottom! Imagine That!I wouldn't have it any other way!<br /><br /><p><a href="http://sagevivant.com/the_bottom.php" target="_blank"><img src="http://sagevivant.com/images/quiz/results/bottom.jpg" alt="My Erotic Personality is The Bottom. Take the Erotic Personality Quiz on SageVivant.com and discover yours!" align="left" border="0" height="290" width="180" /></a>I took Sage Vivant's Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I'm a <a href="http://sagevivant.com/the_bottom.php" target="_blank">Bottom</a>!</p> What is <i>your</i> Erotic Personality? <a href="http://sagevivant.com/quiz.php" target="_blank">Find out now</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-1364685942423974875?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-62746532788718858782007-08-27T19:16:00.000-05:002007-08-27T21:03:19.848-05:00A Whole Month?!?Wow! How time flies when you're having fun, huh! Every few days or at least once a week I mean to post, but somehow it never got done. Thirty-five days have gone by and people still stop by. I was shocked! lol<br /><br />Sometime around my last post, there was a comment on PK's blog from 'C'. I'm not sure who she is or if she reads here, or even reads anywhere anymore. The comment she made was along the lines of not reading blogs, or at least spanking related blogs anymore because it was too painful for her because she couldn't talk her husband in spanking her. My heart ached for that girl when I read that. There have been so many times I have thought the same thing, and still do at times. Not so much right now, because not too much spanking going on at the moment in our little corner. But "C" if you are still around, or anyone else that is in the same or similar situation, please don't give up on your partner. Somewhere there are 'the' words that will get through to him. I still haven't found the right ones myself. I haven't given up, but to be quite honest, I haven't been trying either. And 'C', please know that we all care and wish the best for your relationship! If you're not already, there are so many women around here to talk to and that would be more than willing to listen and encourage you, myself included. That goes, not only for "C" but for anyone that is frustrated or confused about this thing that you want in your life. It's not easy and it takes more than one serving of humble pie to even approach the subject. Both <a href="http://elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/2007/07/listen.html">Elis</a> and <a href="http://evadry.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-time-like-present.html">Eva</a> had some fantastic stuff to say on the subject. Just don't give up, if it means that much to you!<br /><br />Some good news! I finally got the bossman to go for a new monitor at work! I cannot believe the difference in the way everything, every single page looks! For a long time I blamed it all on mother nature. I thought it was my eyesight that was changing. You know, that little trick she plays when you sorta hit that middle age, not that I am!, and suddenly your vision changes faster than the seasons? Well that was only part of it. My old monitor just sucked! So now I can see all the blogs in perfect vision. And they are beautiful!<br /><br />Right before I got my new monitor, I reformatted my hard drive and lost one of my favorite applications. I know I've got the disc somewhere, either at the office or home, but I can't find it anywhere. I'm not big into graphics, it's just way over my head. The only application I have <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span> been able to use <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> understand is Micrografx Windows Draw v 6. Micrografx sold out to Corel and they no longer have Windows Draw. I have searched high and low around the web and I haven't been able to find anyone that has it. It's about ten years old, so that's pretty understandable. I do have it on my home computer, but the setup file isn't there. *sigh*<br /><br />A few weeks ago, MrC got it into his head that he wanted a dog. I argued with myself for a couple of weeks over whether I wanted the added responsibility and finally gave in. We adopted a boxer mix that's around ten months old. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RtOAtaoH3vI/AAAAAAAAAhE/P--zlWnEWlc/s1600-h/boxerpuppy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RtOAtaoH3vI/AAAAAAAAAhE/P--zlWnEWlc/s400/boxerpuppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103564320470982386" border="0" /></a>She is a rescue dog and I think was probably abused when she was younger. It took her several days before she would eat, drink or go to the bathroom. I was really starting to worry, but she finally came around once she got settled in. She seems to be pretty smart and obeys several commands, plus she came house broken! There are times that the slightest movement towards her makes her cower. When I was walking her earlier today, her legs got tangled in the leash and when I bent over to unwrap it, she flinched. That breaks my heart to think that someone at sometime must have hurt her. Hopefully soon she'll be able to realize she can trust us and will overcome that fear. People that harm animals should just be shot. On the spot. No questions asked.<br /><br />On the website of the organization that shelters these dogs they had her name listed as Missy. I don't really care for that name, plus I've already had a dog with that name. So, while we were still in the store doing the paperwork MrC came up with her perfect name: Maggie! *blink* *blink* ["Uhhh, you think that's a good name for her?" "Uhhh, <span style="font-style: italic;">why</span> did you come up with that name?" "Uhhh, do you know about something you're not telling me?"] Oh my God! Of all the gazillion names he could come up with, how / why did he pick that one?! I had a very hard time keeping a straight face and I could feel the heat rising up my neck and into my cheeks. I know I was blushing and had no way to explain. MrC doesn't know anything about "MaggieDear" and there are times when I come <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> close to saying that when I'm talking to her. That should be interesting the day it does slip out! lol "Oh what a tangled web ..."<br /><br />And before anyone comes up with the idea to show MrC this blog, the answer is no, not right now. Spanking hasn't been brought up in several months. A few playful swats here and there, but no the important kind that could mean he's finally grasped a few straws. For some reason we've been 'off' for a couple of months. I don't know if it's because life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RtN-xaoH3uI/AAAAAAAAAg8/1BM_6IiZECg/s1600-h/nospankinghere.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RtN-xaoH3uI/AAAAAAAAAg8/1BM_6IiZECg/s400/nospankinghere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103562190167203554" border="0" /></a> is just so busy right now, or if something is wrong. We're just not connected. I don't like the feeling and it's causing me to be bitchier than normal around him. I know he doesn't like it, but then again he doesn't do anything to stop it. He does have my permission to do that. I'm pretty sure that's what's underneath, but the way we are right now, I just don't want to bring any of it up. I'm pretty good at cutting off my nose to spite my face. I think maybe I should put more into Us this coming long weekend and see if we can't get back on track. It sure would be nice to have something interesting to blog about! lol<br /><br />I have lots of blog-reading and commenting to catch up on, so I'll shut up now! lol<br /><br />~Hugs y'all!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-6274653278871885878?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-12743865726568172482007-07-23T16:04:00.000-05:002007-07-23T16:07:30.645-05:00What The Hell Is Wrong With People?Unbelievable:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/LIVING/wayoflife/07/20/road.rage.ap/index.html">Road Rage</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-1274386572656817248?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-40001037982047886742007-07-11T08:36:00.000-05:002007-07-11T11:51:04.167-05:00Happy Birthday, Eva!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RpT8tlEqBII/AAAAAAAAAgo/p3YVZ0-VY5Y/s1600-h/bdaybanner.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RpT8tlEqBII/AAAAAAAAAgo/p3YVZ0-VY5Y/s400/bdaybanner.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085967739184088194" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ON THIS DATE IN HISTORY:<br /></div><br /><b>1964</b><!--dcab--> - Roger Miller performed "Dang Me" on "American Bandstand."<br /><b>1962</b> - The first transatlantic TV transmission was sent through the Telstar I satellite.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1966 </span>- "The Newlywed Game" premiered on TV.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />1767 </span>- John Quincy Adams<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1899</span> - E.B. White<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1915</span> - Yul Brynner<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1953</span> - Leon Spinks<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1956</span> - Sela Ward<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1960</span> - Richie Sambora (Bon Jovi)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1975</span> - Lil' Kim<br /><br /><b>1987 </b>- The world population reaches 5 billion, double the number of people on the planet in 1950.<br /><span style="font-size:+1;"><b>1798</b></span> - The U.S. Marine Corps was created by an act of Congress.<br /><span style="font-size:+1;"><b>1914</b></span> - Baseball Hall of Famer Babe Ruth made his major league debut as a pitcher for the Boston Red Sox at Fenway Park. (Ruth struck out in his first at-bat and didn't figure in the decision in Boston's 4-3 victory over the Cleveland Naps.)<br /><br />and of course ... EVA was born! and the world hasn't been the same since! *g*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RpUIi1EqBJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/6BPSnrIaNIk/s1600-h/bdaycake4.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RpUIi1EqBJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/6BPSnrIaNIk/s400/bdaycake4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085980748640027794" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Let the ailments now begin<br />And swash it down with tons of gin<br />Forgetful spells and Depends<br />Await for you, my aging friend.<br /><br />For 50plus candles, Eva dear,<br />Have shorted out your cake this year<br />Yet even though the cake's in flames<br />To me you're still one sexy dame!<br /><br />So here's a toast your birthday brings<br />A slew of happy splendid things<br />With added years of health and love<br />In richest blessings from above.<br /><br />As you're a lass who's most admired<br />Whose days are lived ... life inspired<br />So wear those skirts and play the flirt<br />Oh never mind,<br />You're old as dirt.<br /></div><br />Many more Happy Birthdays for you!<br /><br />~Hugs,<br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-4000103798204788674?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-29102204823066057152007-07-10T15:56:00.000-05:002007-07-10T18:34:07.857-05:00What I Did On My Summer VacationActually that should read, What I Did On The First Vacation I've Had In Ten Year. The company I work for, I'm the only one in this office. We have another office in a different state, which is where he is and the rest of the people that work here. That definitely has its advantages, but the major disadvantage is that any time I'm not here, it's just that much worse on me when I get back. The only thing the bossman knows how to do is sign my check. That's all he needs to know how to do!<br /><br />June was my 10th year here in Houston and this is the first time I've taken any amount of time off. I had jury duty last year that lasted two weeks, that's a post all to itself, but that didn't count <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RpQColEqBHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/XWgrV5mpdXA/s1600-h/sunning.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RpQColEqBHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/XWgrV5mpdXA/s400/sunning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085692775377798258" border="0" /></a>because I stopped on my way home and did what I could do with faxes and emails. Sometimes not leaving here till 9:30 or so at night. I don't get sick except for once every two or three years, so no time off for that.<br /><br />For whatever reason, bossman decided to just close both offices for the entire week and give everyone a much needed break! My first thought was yiiipppeeee yahhooooo! I can get all sorts of stuff done, I can relax, I can sleep late, I can play with MrC all day, I can blog and read blogs and blog some more. Hah! I nearly went nuts staying home. It rained the whole nine and a half days (I get off at noon on Fridays) so there really wasn't much going anywhere.<br /><br />I knew this before, but I guess I had let it slip my mind. I am <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> a stay at home person. I feel so out of touch with the real world when I don't work. Even when I was raising my kids, I was back at work two weeks after I had my daughter, but I did wait a couple of years after I had my son. I did <span style="font-style: italic;">try</span> staying home, I just couldn't do it. I know that's not the popular thing to do, but I had to do it for my sanity. Then when I left my ex I had to do it to survive and support the kids.<br /><br />Anyway, all of that just to say, all those comments I've made about wanting to retire. I lied. *g* Just give me a day or two off here and there and I'll be happy!<br /><br />I also discovered that as much as I love MrC, I don't need to stay home with him all that much. I don't know how many times I've told him I would love to stay home and take care of the house<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RpQAalEqBGI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vpE31Tl0eI8/s1600-h/drawing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RpQAalEqBGI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vpE31Tl0eI8/s400/drawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085690335836374114" border="0" /></a> and him and do all the cooking and cleaning and have dinner ready when he gets home. I lied, again. (That's spankable, isn't it? *g*) For as long as we've been together I've always worked and he's semi-retired and self employed so he's used to doing his thing during the day. I'm used to absolute quiet and nobody around during the day. We did okay together, but 24/7, nuh uh, can't do it! lol We did get a little play time in a few of those days and that was good! No spanking though, of course. Wasn't even the topic of any conversation. It could have been because I was on edge being at home and bored and bratty and a bit bitchy on occasion, so he <span style="font-style: italic;">could have</span>, if he would just read my mind, gotten in a few practice swats here and there. But, he still doesn't read my mind and I've still got that godforsaken fear of rejection thing going on. So nope, nothing in that department.<br /><br />So, how's the weather where you are? According to our reports, Houston had 45 days of rain. Rain over and over and over again. That was depressing! Even so, a lot of my garden looked like it hadn't seen water in weeks. Guess that's Houston for ya. lol I didn't even get to play in my garden last week like I wanted.<br /><br />I really appreciate the compliments I've gotten on the new template. It's a lot of fun to work on and play with, but very frustrating at times. CeeCi got me started on that and I think I play with that now more than I work. My problem is once I get what I want accomplished, I get bored and don't go back and clean things up and make needed fixes. Bad habit! lol In my fantasy life, I would spend all day with code and all night getting spanked for spending all day playing with code. Heh, dream on, huh?<br /><br />I'm going to Dallas this weekend to see my kids. I haven't been up there in a couple of years and not since they moved into their new house. I think it's kinda strange that they're sharing a place, but they have been for three years now. So, whatever works for them, thrills me to death! As long as they stay out of trouble and don't need any money from me, things are good! lol<br /><br />So, that's my Tuesday post, since GT is over with. I am grateful for my job, my refuge! I can't leave that out. *g*<br /><br /><table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"><span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:12;color:black;" ><b>You Have Good Karma</b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#eeeeee"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/good-karma.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />In general, you like to do the right thing when it comes to others.<br />Your caring personality really shines through.<br />Sure, you have your moments of weakness - and occasionally act out.<br />But, all in all, you're karma is good... even with those few dark spots.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/">How's Your Karma?</a></div><br /><br /><br />~Hugs y'all!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:200%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" >Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-2910220482306605715?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34067059.post-14974365775759237422007-07-03T09:49:00.000-05:002007-07-03T10:25:41.876-05:00GT - "Z"<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:400%;" ><span style="font-family:quigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;">Zen</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RopnmVEqBFI/AAAAAAAAAgM/LCgcR3CFwAk/s1600-h/existence.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Is-Eu-prMJE/RopnmVEqBFI/AAAAAAAAAgM/LCgcR3CFwAk/s400/existence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082989037630391378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Existence<br /><br />"The stars and sun and moon, the trees and birds and earth - everything in the universe will feel a small place is vacant which cannot be filled by anybody except you."<br /> <br /> ~ Osho Zen Tarot ~<br /><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:200;"><span style="font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">So, we're back at the end of the line. I suppose that's a good thing on my part, maybe I'll get back into blogger mode. Maybe. There are still a lot of thoughts going on in my head about spanking and HOH relationships, I'm just not in a posting mood. I also think my libido slipped out the door while I wasn't paying attention. Sound familiar? lol I'm on vacation this week, so maybe I'll make time to write something.</span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:200%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:QuigleyWiggly,Rapier LET,Verdana;" ><br />Maggie</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span>http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping</span><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34067059-1497436577575923742?l=maggiedear.blogspot.com'/></div>MaggieDearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07942979257006640317maggie.0.dear@gmail.com9