microsoft blows

My apologies if you’re reading this blog in internet explorer and it’s all screwy. I practically never use it, so when I saw today that it’s throwing the whole 2nd column way down, I was bummed. I don’t have time to figure it out right now though so my apologies.

Flippy the Wonder Dolphin – The Incentive Plan

MsCalliah: hey, I have lost an inch from my hips just since you measured them the other day
Flippy: cool
Flippy: ‘did it fall off?
MsCalliah: yep
MsCalliah: probably fell onto my knees
Flippy: lol
MsCalliah: I’ll have fat knees, but my girlish figure back
Flippy: cool
Flippy: you wont need knee pads then
MsCalliah: lol!
MsCalliah: pig
Flippy: lol
MsCalliah: you know, that card you got me really made my day.
Flippy: It did? Did you like rub it all over yourself?
MsCalliah: no, but you rubbing all over me helped
Flippy: I wish I could have found the one I was searching for
MsCalliah: have time to read something I wrote?
MsCalliah: I’ll just post it here
Flippy: The giant one. I was going to go online and order it but then you’d know about it
MsCalliah: lol
MsCalliah: that’s ok – the one you found was just fine
Flippy: Yea, but it was too plain.
Flippy: I usually get something pretty extreme
MsCalliah: hardly
MsCalliah: it was perfect
Flippy: I’m not sure I can read what you wrote
MsCalliah: 3:12 (I then proceeded to cut & paste 1/2 of my posting up till this point:
“I raised my nightgown up some and slid back into him, slowly sliding him into me, draping my leg over his, filling myself up with him.”
Flippy: Ok, …
Flippy: wait
MsCalliah: lol
Flippy: I’ll read the rest at home
MsCalliah: rotflmao
MsCalliah: brat
MsCalliah: so anyways…………..
MsCalliah: thank yoU
MsCalliah: it turned out to be a really nice week
Flippy: You’re welcome, that’ll be $5
MsCalliah: I don’t have $5 – can we take it out in trade?
Flippy: Sure
Flippy: it would’ve been $500 but , hey, I had a good time too, so I’ll give ya a break.
MsCalliah: I’m honored.
Flippy: lol
Flippy: Ok, I got to go.
MsCalliah: ok
MsCalliah: love you
MsCalliah: hey
MsCalliah: do I get a prize when I get to 50 lbs (lost)?
Flippy: Yes
Flippy: I’ll check your toncils for free from behind you
MsCalliah: rotflmao
MsCalliah: pig
Flippy: lol
Flippy: Ok, talk to you later
MsCalliah: k
Flippy: love you
MsCalliah: love you too

lol

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3:12

I always seem to wake up at 3:12am. 3/12 is my birthday, so it always makes a note in my brain when I wake up at that time.

I woke up, excited that 1) it was our anniversary and 2) it was the day of the concert. I went to the bathroom, got back into bed. Flippy had rolled onto his side and so I curled up next to him, something we don’t get to do much sleeping in seperate rooms most nights. It was nice, so close. I tried to drift back to sleep, but it had gotten too warm in the room and I was thirsty. I got back up to get a drink of water. It was 3 steps to the minifridge, 3 steps back. In those 6 steps, Flippy’d gotten hard! Mmmmm.

I slid back into bed and curled back into him, my hand finding the slot in his boxers and I played with him a bit. Stroking, enjoying the feel of him in my hand. Well hell, this is nice! I raised my nightgown up some and slid back into him, slowly sliding him into me, draping my leg over his, filling myself up with him. He moaned a bit but stayed sleeping. I enjoyed just that feeling, that closeness, without the rush of sex. I ground myself into him a bit and he slowly woke. Finally realized “hey, there’s something going ON here!” and began to thrust into me. His hand found a home and we silently moved in the dark.

When it became obvious that we weren’t going to just stop, we got out of bed and hid around the corner, next to the bathroom, so that our sleeping children wouldn’t wake up and find something of nightmares. That lasted all of 4 minutes. A cry in the dark and padded footsteps and a 2 year old was there, finding mommy.

Ahhh, but it was nice while it lasted!

By the way, he’s redeemed himself somewhat about the whole anniversary thing, and I’ll explain after this damned storm goes. Toodles!

PS – happy now angel???

I know you missed me.

This is the sunset that accompanied my comment to my son when he asked “Mom, when is Kenny coming on???”

My response? (come on, you Kenny fans)

When the SUN GOES DOWN. hahahahahaha

He got pissed. That’s apparently what 8 yr olds do when their mothers make jokes

Anyways, isn’t it beautiful? I’ll be posting more to my photoblog, Calliahshots. Let me know what you think!

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Well, I’m back

The weekend was … well, all that I expected, I guess. Flippy can be such an incredible bastard at times, and this weekend, apparently, was his time. I know I should have remembered that it’s a full moon and he’s always pissy around now.

And one of these days, I’ll get it through my thick skull that just because something is important to me doesn’t mean it’s important to him. Anniversaries included. My birthday barely merits a “Happy Birthday” some years. Other years, he does care. Same with Mother’s Day. Valentine’s Day. You know… all those GIRL holidays.

Sigh.

I’m really so fucking stupid sometimes. I thought our 10th was a big occasion. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but before Flippy & I got together, the longest he’d ever been in a relationship was 3 months. And as you know, I wasn’t exactly looking for a lifelong committment when I flew down there to meet him. I was looking for fun. I found more.

Unfortunately, I can’t turn my girl brain off. I can’t turn those expectations off. I’ve tried. I really have. But my brain doesn’t care. Or maybe it’s my heart. What the fuck ever.

Sigh.

I’m also pretty sick of this whole “looking for acceptance” thing. Everywhere in my life, it seems I’m looking for acceptance. WHY? Who the fuck cares if I’m accepted? Who the fuck cares that I’ve lost 24 lbs in 2 months by giving up stuff that I really LIKE, in order to try to live a better, healthier and longer life. Who the fuck cares if I’ve lost 21 inches off my body from various places.

I created a new name and new blog when I started the whole low-carb thing. But because I’d posted my real & true measurements, I didn’t share it with my blog readers here. I am /was very embarrassed. Because some of my real-life friends read this blog too. The ones who’ll never see anything more than they ever have of me, but don’t care, they like me any way. They’ve seen me “skinnier”, after I had my daughter. And I know they’ve noticed the weight gain that came flooding back after I settled back into a stay-at-home lifestyle. And I really do appreciate them for it.

The new blog is a collaboration with 3 other women who have been struggling with the same things as I have, for a long time. We support each other and cheer each other on, even when the ones closest to us don’t seem to give a shit. I really appreciate their help.

I’m rambling, and I don’t care.

I realized that even in writing this blog, I’ve been censoring what I share because of what people might think. I check the damned thing several times a day, just to see if anyone’s commented. It’s ridiculous to think I need acceptance for the drivel I write from total strangers whom I’ll never meet. I need to have my head examined!

Anyways, in addition to the low-carb thing, I’ve also found some control in my house. Control, as in I am not afraid that someone will drop in because my house is a mess. Control, as in I do not have to worry (most of the time) that my daughter will get into something bad or gross or dangerous if she’s left alone for more than a few minutes. Because my house is clean, and getting clutter-free, I feel better about my abilities as a(n) (un)wife and mother. I don’t feel like such a fuck-up. I blog about that too. In my other blog.

The whole DOMME thing gets in the way sometimes, I’ll tell ya. DOMMES are supposed to be in control of their own lives. How can they control someone else if they can’t get their own shit together. Another reason why I hid behind the other blog. I’ve always admitted to hating housework. But I don’t hate it anymore, because I can keep a handle on it. Why am I hiding?

I started this blog because it was cathartic to me to just write, without worrying about what anyone thought because I didn’t know anyone. They didn’t know me.

Well, now you do. Whether you come back or not, of course, is your own decision. But be warned, this will be a no-more-bullshit zone. No more sugar-coating.

And yes, believe it or not, I have been sugarcoating things lol

So the weekend was not horrible, but it was stressful, as usual. Any time we go down to spend time with my family, it’s stressful because Flippy doesn’t LIKe the fact that I go to them. It doesn’t matter that Flippy’s family has never and will never come to see us. Never. I can say that as surely as I can tell you my name. My family, at least some of them, have made the trip a few times. My parents, one of my brothers. They’ve done it. They will do it again, I know. And that’ll never be enough for him. Nor will the fact that I’ll never be the person worth marrying. Yes, folks, we’re not married legally. He won’t marry me unless we live where he grew up. Tennessee, while beautiful, is not someplace I want to live and raise my kids. Sorry Charlie. A ring and a new last name isn’t worth it to me. But ask me where MY self-worth is.

Fucker.

It’ll never matter to him that I’ll always feel less-than to him. That’s another one of those things that will nag me until I decide I’ve had enough. Probably in another 16 yrs, when my daughter turns 18.

Ok, I’ve done enough bullshitting for now. I’ll probably rant more later, but for now, I need to get back to my house. Thanks for visiting.

what the hell is a garou?

You are a Philodox!
Born on the Half Moon, you are naturally fair and
just. A born judge; a jury in some aspects and
always looking for the true balance. You are
the most balanced of all the Auspices.

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It’s finally here :)

Not sure when, but we’re heading out tomorrow for the weekend. I’m psyched about the concert, to be sure. I’m also proud to say that I haven’t KILLED HIM yet. (Flippy) God, men are assholes sometimes.

YES, THEY ARE.

IN any case, see you all Sunday!

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…. of course, that doesn’t leave much

Enjoy your escape, Ez!

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