Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Grumbles and gripes!
I was so excited that a friend of mine came yesterday late afternoon to spend the evening and then leave for home this morning. It was great to have company. I planned for this, and thought I would have the rest of the day to work... (Which means 'writing'.) It was one interruption after another, and most of those conversations start out with, "I knew I could call you since you don't work!" Writing IS work. It is very frustrating when someone calls, says that, and then laughs when you try to explain that you are, indeed, busy working. People in general have no respect for a person who works at home as I do. If they need a babysitter, or someone to run an errand, or just to listen to a list of complaints, they think it is okay to turn to Joannie... because "she doesn't WORK!" I wish I had an jpeg of someone crossing their eyes. Now, sometimes the calls are necessary, and I always want family to call me when they want to. That is different. But, I hate those calls telling me I've won something, or I need to donate to this or that... and I have my cell phone turned off because I am still getting calls for someone else who had this number before I did... even though Verizon promised me it was a brand new number... Really??? I hope that if they get my voice mail a few times they will realize that someone else didn't think enough of them to give them their new cell number. In the meantime, can I spank Verizon for lying to me???
I am presently unspankable; therefore, life in general is making me more irritable than normal. I know that Lar is concerned I am going to implode. I know why I am so upset, and I can't do a darn thing about it without taking a son-in-law to the woodshed for a good whippin'. Lar doesn't want us to interfere in their marriage; basically I agree with that, but when Chris' selfish behavior is affecting the entire family, I can't keep quiet. Lar and I talked about it today when he called to check on my back (Testing my spankability, I am sure...) and he agreed with my brother and I and said he had my back. So, I drew a line in the sand. I just said that either he rides in the van with all of us to Chicago or he stays home. When you are supposed to be with the family, then you adapt to what is being planned. I am not going to finance his driving his own car, while we take the grandkids. He is making it clear that he will come IF he doesn't have to be with us. I explained it carefully to Chrissy today, and she said, "Well, Mom, you need to call Chris and tell him all of this." I agreed, I called at 2:30 and he has not called me back yet!!! Does that tell you something? It tells me that he can't talk to me on the telephone... much less spend time with us on this trip. Chrissy called to find out what he said when I talked to him. I said, "He hasn't called me back, honey. Just like normal. He wants nothing to do with us." He wants to keep Chrissy from having fun with us. He wants to drive separate so he keeps her to himself. In Chicago he will refuse to participate with what the group wants to do. This is not new with him. We've taken them to the fair... They go their own way and we have the little ones. I don't know why Chrissy can't see this. If anyone has ideas, please let me know. It isn't about this trip, It is about anything that requires him to be a family member. The 'joke' here is: "How sick will Chris be this holiday?" Yes, I told Chrissy my feelings were hurt. I know she was upset by his behavior... I just want Chrissy to come and have fun, and she won't if he comes, too. She'll be too busy making excuses for him. She apologized for his not answering his phone and for his not calling me back. Saying 'sorry' isn't always enough, and those of you practicing DD know what I mean. The rest of us want to go and celebrate Nick's graduation, have a great party for him, and then have fun while we are there.
To pleasant stuff. I love love love writing stories. What a way to make a living. I have a current story on Woodshed that I really love, and I am already thinking of doing another story about one of Nettie's brothers. She has ten of them, and her two older ones are married and spank their wives in this book. Anyway, this book is so much fun to write, and I love Nettie's family, whose last name I cannot begin to pronounce. LOLOL Another favorite of mine is due to be released on Blushing Books this weekend. It's called Emily, and it is a follow-up to Lucinda. If you haven't read Lucinda, you will want to do so before reading Emily.
Okay, I'm done fussin' now, and maybe tomorrow's blog post will be a bit nicer. At least I hope so.
Joannie (who is still plenty feisty)
Monday, May 6, 2013
The Garden is Planted
We took two days to plant three 'square foot' gardens. (For those who do not know, a square foot garden is usually small, and you plant a lot of stuff in a small space. They are built from wood, and filled with soil. We have three of them.) Lar and I used to do a huge garden without so much as blinking. Our two grandkids came to help, and it does take a little longer to allow children to learn to do things we grew up doing, but we had fun together, and we are making memories with them. Ooodles of fun. I think the funnest part, however, was handing Lar eggplant plants to put in the garden. He still doesn't know he planted those, but the children and I had a lot of fun snickering behind his back. There are very few things my husband won't eat; eggplant is one of those things. Still, I felt it was worth risking his ire so Gabe and Renee could see how it grows. I thought sure he would catch me in the act because his mother had a lot of eggplant in her garden every year... but, I'm safe for a while. lol We also added brussels sprouts to the inventory. We did celery one year, and I was amazed by the way it grew. So were the children.
The best part of gardening was that we ate out almost all weekend. Lar embarrassed me (I know, hard to believe!) at one place. The kids were trying to give me dessert, and I was trying to politely say 'no'. Finally, Lar looked over at Gabe and said, "If Gramma eats that I'll spank her!" Of course, my grandson, who is a little HOH in the making, gave this laugh and nodded a bit too eagerly. Renee looked at her Grampa in horror. "Grampa! Gramma is too old for that!" That made Lar laugh out loud, drawing even more attention.
One DD issue that has been giving me a terrible time lately is 'obedience'. Lar and I normally agree on most things. It's so easy to accept his being the HOH and his having the last say when I agree with him, but it is so much more difficult when you do not agree. I am more confrontational than he is. I have a temper, and people do make me angry at times. Lar has a temper, but it is situations and things (especially fixing cars) that make him angry, rarely people. So, translating all of that into the situation, I would like to give someone a royal set-down, and he forbids it. I am biting my tongue constantly, and let's face it... With my temper it is a matter of time before I blow... That said, obedience is one of the more difficult aspects of DD. One of my friends says it best... He says he doesn't wish to micromanage his family. His wife has things she is best at, and he trusts her to handle those things. There are things he is best at, and he assumes that role. But, when he needs to step in and makes a decision, it is final, right or wrong. Lar and I were married for a long time before we started this lifestyle. Our lines were set. Rarely do we disagree, but once in a while that NO is issued, or sometimes it is a YES when I don't want to comply... and it is so hard to do what I basically believe in. I'll also add that going ahead with something after a NO is given is punishable. It doesn't happen too often, but there are times it is human to clash. That is when it helps to have someone to talk to who understands and lives this lifestyle, too.
I am having guests tomorrow night, and I have a lot to get done between now and then. You all have a wonderful day.
Joannie
The best part of gardening was that we ate out almost all weekend. Lar embarrassed me (I know, hard to believe!) at one place. The kids were trying to give me dessert, and I was trying to politely say 'no'. Finally, Lar looked over at Gabe and said, "If Gramma eats that I'll spank her!" Of course, my grandson, who is a little HOH in the making, gave this laugh and nodded a bit too eagerly. Renee looked at her Grampa in horror. "Grampa! Gramma is too old for that!" That made Lar laugh out loud, drawing even more attention.
One DD issue that has been giving me a terrible time lately is 'obedience'. Lar and I normally agree on most things. It's so easy to accept his being the HOH and his having the last say when I agree with him, but it is so much more difficult when you do not agree. I am more confrontational than he is. I have a temper, and people do make me angry at times. Lar has a temper, but it is situations and things (especially fixing cars) that make him angry, rarely people. So, translating all of that into the situation, I would like to give someone a royal set-down, and he forbids it. I am biting my tongue constantly, and let's face it... With my temper it is a matter of time before I blow... That said, obedience is one of the more difficult aspects of DD. One of my friends says it best... He says he doesn't wish to micromanage his family. His wife has things she is best at, and he trusts her to handle those things. There are things he is best at, and he assumes that role. But, when he needs to step in and makes a decision, it is final, right or wrong. Lar and I were married for a long time before we started this lifestyle. Our lines were set. Rarely do we disagree, but once in a while that NO is issued, or sometimes it is a YES when I don't want to comply... and it is so hard to do what I basically believe in. I'll also add that going ahead with something after a NO is given is punishable. It doesn't happen too often, but there are times it is human to clash. That is when it helps to have someone to talk to who understands and lives this lifestyle, too.
I am having guests tomorrow night, and I have a lot to get done between now and then. You all have a wonderful day.
Joannie
Friday, May 3, 2013
I cannot believe it is May already!
May...!?! I honestly don't know how it got here so quickly. I feel terrible for those people still getting snow, but I have to say that I'm happy we are having a beautiful spring here. I have windows and doors open, and it feels great to 'air out' the house.
I guess I should report that my eye appointment went well. It wasn't comfortable because the doctor was in my personal space, but easier because I knew him from treating my Mama. He also remembered her, and I was touched. My eyes are good, no sign of diabetes in them, so I feel fortunate. What I do have is called "Dry eyes". He is treating it agressively, and I am doing my part and following instructions. He said they wouldn't improve overnight, but when I go back in a couple of weeks, I should have some improvement. Thank you for the emails and words of encouragement. It did help, believe me.
Lar had yard work he wanted to get done last Saturday, in spite of my calling dibs on his time. I told him I would start upstairs and if he wasn't tired when he got done with his stuff, he could give me a hand. I had a lot done by the time he came upstairs, and he complained a while later and asked, "Woman, do you ever take breaks?" I told him we could take a large break when we got finished. Geesh. We only had about ten minutes left to be done!
I really don't have anything DD-ish to write about today, except for the fact that I saw a woman in the store yesterday who needed a good spanking. She was in one bitchy mood and taking it out on her little ones and anyone unfortunate enough to get in her way. She was leaving the parking lot when I was loading my groceries into my car, and she nearly ran down an older man who could barely move fast enough to get out of her way. I don't think she had to be somewhere.... She was just having a tantrum. I know that 'out of control' feeling.
When I was younger, even before Lar and I were married, I went through times where I felt sooooo out of control... the difference...? I instinctively knew what I needed. As I've shared many times before, Lar spanked before we married... and after. At the time I didn't realize I was pushing him to the point he was spanking in anger. Then he felt so much guilt for spanking me that he didn't realize I was 'human' again. He told me years later that he always expected me to leave him, and he was shocked when I treated him 'nice'. Well, Lar dear, I am wired this way. He knows that now...
I still feel that 'out of control' feeling at times, especially if it's been too long between spankings. What I haven't convinced Lar of is that what he calls a 'stress relief' spanking does nothing for this overwhelming need. Then I need a spanking that is more like a real punishment. Lar always says that he needs to have a bit of 'temper' to carry out a punishment spanking. I can remember trying to discuss this issue with him one time, and since I was feeling 'out of control', I assured him that I could spark his temper if he really wanted me to. I didn't say it that nicely either, and I think I threw something at him, too. Something I was folding. I think I got a spanking then... Yes, I am not perfect, but that was several years ago. Now I am boring, and I cannot have that. Of course, if I keep hiring a neighbor to mow our grass, Lar is going to blow a gasket. I'm trying to be nice to Lar, but he really doesn't appreciate the fact I am paying someone to do what he can do himself. He wants to plant our garden tomorrow, and I decided that was enough to do without mowing added to the mix. I am pleased that Lar is trying to cut back a bit on the hours he's been working; he is trying to convince himself to retire. A dear friend of ours told me last night, "Larry is just like his mother; always running and working and doing something. What will he do with himself if he retires?"
Joannie
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Unpleasant Things
Unpleasant things... We all have things we must do every day that just plain are not pleasant. Today's bit of unpleasantness is going for an eye exam. This isn't the normal kind, where you end up spending too much for brand new glasses that you will live with for some time to come *gasp*! No, this is the kind where you pray that they tell you your eyes are completely fine. I went through a spell of extremely blurry vision a few weeks ago, and I made the appointment with Mama's old specialist (No, the specialist isn't OLD; my wording was off, but you know what I mean is...). My vision cleared up somewhat once the diabetes was under control again... but when I mentioned cancelling, the HOH in the house got all HOHy and said, "Go!" Well, I don't wanna go, but I remember a time a few years ago that said HOH handled a "no" of mine quite firmly when it came to going to the doctor. I've learned it is much easier to just go and get it over with than it is to go with an extremely sore butt to sit on while being examined. So, when I heard the, "Go!" I decided to try and make the best of it. I asked my brother to take me because they will dilate my eyes, and since my eyes have been weird lately, I thought it best to have a driver. He has oodles of time built up that he can take off, and Lar needs to be at work (according to his boss). So, Paul is driving me. We decided to eat lunch after going to the ophthalmologist. And, we have a couple of other fun errands to do. But, for the record, I find the eye part of the day unpleasant.....
No, my rings aren't found yet, but I haven't been searching, either. My next area of search is the 'kids' room upstairs. We are having guests soon, and I will need that bedroom, too, and it is a mess. I try to clean clean that room a couple of times a year anyway. My grands are growing up, and I have too many toys here that they no longer play with. Some other children could be enjoying these things. Lar is home Saturday (yes, shocking, I know!); soooo, I am planning to tackle that room then. Noooo, of course it's not a bit of payback for his HOHiness in insisting I go today. I wouldn't even consider doing something like that... but, I will get it done quicker with his lightning quick help. Seriously. (He probably has his own agenda for the day, which means we'll work on the yard and the garden... but, I'll call it first. WEG Gardening is fun; cleaning is work....) I am hoping to find my rings and a couple of other things hiding in that room.
On the serious side of things, I need to have a very serious talk with my daughter, and I need to tell her some things that are going to make her upset and angry. I told Lar about this, and he's warned me that I need to stay calm and not let her temper upset me. That's sort of like asking gasoline not to flare when someone holds a match to it... But, I know that he is right. I need to stay calm to discuss this with her, and pray that I can find the right words. My MIL used to have a saying, "Little kids, little problems; big kids, big problems."
Hope you all have a wonderful day. I still don't wanna go, but I guess I'm beyond the throwing myself down on the floor and having a tantrum...?
Joannie
No, my rings aren't found yet, but I haven't been searching, either. My next area of search is the 'kids' room upstairs. We are having guests soon, and I will need that bedroom, too, and it is a mess. I try to clean clean that room a couple of times a year anyway. My grands are growing up, and I have too many toys here that they no longer play with. Some other children could be enjoying these things. Lar is home Saturday (yes, shocking, I know!); soooo, I am planning to tackle that room then. Noooo, of course it's not a bit of payback for his HOHiness in insisting I go today. I wouldn't even consider doing something like that... but, I will get it done quicker with his lightning quick help. Seriously. (He probably has his own agenda for the day, which means we'll work on the yard and the garden... but, I'll call it first. WEG Gardening is fun; cleaning is work....) I am hoping to find my rings and a couple of other things hiding in that room.
On the serious side of things, I need to have a very serious talk with my daughter, and I need to tell her some things that are going to make her upset and angry. I told Lar about this, and he's warned me that I need to stay calm and not let her temper upset me. That's sort of like asking gasoline not to flare when someone holds a match to it... But, I know that he is right. I need to stay calm to discuss this with her, and pray that I can find the right words. My MIL used to have a saying, "Little kids, little problems; big kids, big problems."
Hope you all have a wonderful day. I still don't wanna go, but I guess I'm beyond the throwing myself down on the floor and having a tantrum...?
Joannie
Saturday, April 20, 2013
I've lost my rings...
... And don't know where to find them! I don't want to tell Lar, either. The last time they came up missing was about twenty-five years ago. My daughter thought they were pretty, and took them out to our chicken coop to play with. She lost them. Larry had to get a co-worker to come out with a metal detector to find them. It has been suggested that my granddaughter might know something about the missing rings. I already thought of that and I called her last evening. She denied any knowledge of my rings. Of course, her Mom was listening to every word she said. I'm sure she put me on speaker. It would never cross Christina's mind to tell her story about my rings... but I intend to remind her that she wasn't punished when she lost them, and Nee won't be, either, not unless Chrissy wants me to sic Lar on her! But, I am assuming that Renee has taken them... and they could simply be lost through my own fault. My biggest fear is that Lar will think I 'lost' them on purpose. Last year I wanted to get new bands for our 40th anniversary, but my 'romantic' husband said, "What for? We already have rings!" Now, all I wanted was nice bands. His original band doesn't fit now, and I just wanted to celebrate that anniversary in a special way. Here it is, two days from number 41... and he'll find it suspicious. Then again, he might want to talk to Nee, too. Trust me, he might have been provoked with our daughter when she took my rings, and scolded just a bit and talked about taking things that don't belong to you, but Nee won't even get that... not from Grampa. LOL
On a different note, our son is home from Chicago this weekend. He brought his partner with him, and Lar met him for the first time. Unfortunately, his name is Christopher. Our daughter is Christina, who is married to Chris. It is crazy keeping them all straight. LOL We do like Christopher, and Lar told me last night that he thinks Christopher is really nice. I'd forgotten how much food young men eat in one sitting, but oh my, there weren't too many leftovers. Yes, they ate on the way here.
Tonight we are all going to our Magic Club's banquet. Paul and I made the table decorations last night. I just couldn't find time during the week to get them done, so my brother felt he needed to stay until after midnight to make sure things got finished in time to dry. LOL We made top hats out of foam sheets and we made magic wands out of dowels. I put a satin ribbon band on the hats this morning, and put two small playing cards in the band. They aren't perfect, but they turned out well enough I won't be ashamed to put them on the tables. I'm not a magician magician. I participate in the club, and do a trick at the meetings... but my real strength is the behind the scenes stuff.
No kind of spanking going on. I think Lar was tempted the other evening when I snapped at him, but he bit his tongue, and once he realized I wasn't really upset with him, he calmed down, and went into 'problem solver' mode. I like that he always wants to help if he can. Listening and communicating are so darn important in a marriage. And sometimes 'listening' to what is behind the actions is very important. I was raised in a home where it was considered weak to cry and say you were hurt or upset. However, losing your temper was acceptable, and preferable, to tears. So, even though I try really hard to control my temper, a burst of it will shine through when I least expect it. Lar 'listens' to that, and knows it means that something is going on inside me. He will draw that out of me, and I find it most helpful in dealing with whatever has me snarling and snapping at him. AND, saying "I'm sorry"is important. I try to let him know that I realize I was awful to act like a testy brat. (Lar is awake, hours earlier than I thought he would be... time to do another search for my rings.)
Have a nice weekend.
Joannie
On a different note, our son is home from Chicago this weekend. He brought his partner with him, and Lar met him for the first time. Unfortunately, his name is Christopher. Our daughter is Christina, who is married to Chris. It is crazy keeping them all straight. LOL We do like Christopher, and Lar told me last night that he thinks Christopher is really nice. I'd forgotten how much food young men eat in one sitting, but oh my, there weren't too many leftovers. Yes, they ate on the way here.
Tonight we are all going to our Magic Club's banquet. Paul and I made the table decorations last night. I just couldn't find time during the week to get them done, so my brother felt he needed to stay until after midnight to make sure things got finished in time to dry. LOL We made top hats out of foam sheets and we made magic wands out of dowels. I put a satin ribbon band on the hats this morning, and put two small playing cards in the band. They aren't perfect, but they turned out well enough I won't be ashamed to put them on the tables. I'm not a magician magician. I participate in the club, and do a trick at the meetings... but my real strength is the behind the scenes stuff.
No kind of spanking going on. I think Lar was tempted the other evening when I snapped at him, but he bit his tongue, and once he realized I wasn't really upset with him, he calmed down, and went into 'problem solver' mode. I like that he always wants to help if he can. Listening and communicating are so darn important in a marriage. And sometimes 'listening' to what is behind the actions is very important. I was raised in a home where it was considered weak to cry and say you were hurt or upset. However, losing your temper was acceptable, and preferable, to tears. So, even though I try really hard to control my temper, a burst of it will shine through when I least expect it. Lar 'listens' to that, and knows it means that something is going on inside me. He will draw that out of me, and I find it most helpful in dealing with whatever has me snarling and snapping at him. AND, saying "I'm sorry"is important. I try to let him know that I realize I was awful to act like a testy brat. (Lar is awake, hours earlier than I thought he would be... time to do another search for my rings.)
Have a nice weekend.
Joannie
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Reflections when I am not able to sleep....
DD isn't just about the spanking... or is it? I mean, I do think we reach a point where it becomes more important to do what is expected of us, more a matter of pride not to earn a punishment; right? It has become that for Lar and I. But, I would be lying if I said I didn't miss the old 'me'; the one who picked up something and threw it because Lar was less than thrilled with what I fixed to eat... and hit a huge mirror that was a gift from a relative of his that I am sure hated us both or she would have found something other than that huge, UGLY mirror to give us for a wedding gift! Yes, that was before our DD days... way before... but I did get a spanking for having a tantrum. Lar had to throw away our food since the shards of glass were in our food... and everywhere else in that small kitchen, and he cleaned up the entire mess while I was sitting on our bed fuming because he picked me up and carried me in there and told me not to move off of the bed, or else!!! (I was on crutches at the time; broken ankle... and very irritable.) Yes, it was a pretty heated scene... and heated bottom. That first year of marriage was tough, but we survived and learned. Now as we approach number 41, I rarely throw anything at him! I don't go off quite as easy as I used to. Is DD responsible? Yes. Is it a good thing? Of course. But, is there a part of me that wishes I could break that mirror again? lol Yeppers. But, I won't. (Lar did thank me for breaking the darn thing. He hated it, too. And then he took me out to eat.)
Joannie
Joannie
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Happy Sunday Morning
Happy Sunday morning... My brain is looking at the mess surrounding me and asking, can I paint the walls in this living room and managed to put the house back together for Nick and his partner arrive on Friday? More importantly, I am wondering if I can go and buy the paint tomorrow, and once Lar leaves for work on Tuesday, have the room painted before he gets home that night? Now, that is the question.
I know that telling my hubby that I want to paint in here again so soon is going to earn a frown. Perhaps even a NO. But, the thing is, I don't want to hear a NO, and I don't want to see the frown, either. Now, admittedly, choosing a new paint color isn't much. I am married to a man who is color blind, so that isn't the issue. It isn't about money, either. He just worries about me taking on too much. And, THAT is why he would frown and/or say NO.
I was wondering if this sort of 'thing' is common among us DD wives? If we think we'll get a NO, do we try to work around it someway or that we can get our way? What are your limits? What lines do you dare and not dare to cross?
DD isn't meant to be an exercise in figuring out how to get our way, but on learning to communicate and live in harmony. Granted, a new paint color isn't much, but I wonder how often I do things and then share afterwards? This is something for thought...
Joannie
I know that telling my hubby that I want to paint in here again so soon is going to earn a frown. Perhaps even a NO. But, the thing is, I don't want to hear a NO, and I don't want to see the frown, either. Now, admittedly, choosing a new paint color isn't much. I am married to a man who is color blind, so that isn't the issue. It isn't about money, either. He just worries about me taking on too much. And, THAT is why he would frown and/or say NO.
I was wondering if this sort of 'thing' is common among us DD wives? If we think we'll get a NO, do we try to work around it someway or that we can get our way? What are your limits? What lines do you dare and not dare to cross?
DD isn't meant to be an exercise in figuring out how to get our way, but on learning to communicate and live in harmony. Granted, a new paint color isn't much, but I wonder how often I do things and then share afterwards? This is something for thought...
Joannie
Friday, April 12, 2013
I worked on writing all day today, and it was one of those days when the words simply flew through my fingers and on the screen. Fun. But, it made me question something, and I hope that those of you who read here will answer...
What kinds of spankings do you enjoy reading most? Sweet ones, mild spanking, maybe over clothing? (As in westerns when modesty was a huge issue with most people.) Or do you prefer the harsher spankings, bare bottom, and say a switch or a paddle, belt??? I write both, but sometimes I wonder what readers think. The couple I was writing about today... They were in a schoolroom... she is the teacher, and she lost her temper with one of her pupil's father. He tossed up her skirts, but left her drawers in place. I'm not even sure that would have happened in reality, not with a bunch of kids outside at recess... but it fit into the story, and well, I am a spanko... I wanted to write that scene. LOL
In reality, I would just die if Lar were to spank me like that and there was a chance of being discovered. It did happen once. We were visiting friends, but I had one more night of a punishment coming. Lar packed a cane since it is quiet, but it was definitely overheard... and I was asked about it the next day. Talk about embarrassed!!!
Joannie
What kinds of spankings do you enjoy reading most? Sweet ones, mild spanking, maybe over clothing? (As in westerns when modesty was a huge issue with most people.) Or do you prefer the harsher spankings, bare bottom, and say a switch or a paddle, belt??? I write both, but sometimes I wonder what readers think. The couple I was writing about today... They were in a schoolroom... she is the teacher, and she lost her temper with one of her pupil's father. He tossed up her skirts, but left her drawers in place. I'm not even sure that would have happened in reality, not with a bunch of kids outside at recess... but it fit into the story, and well, I am a spanko... I wanted to write that scene. LOL
In reality, I would just die if Lar were to spank me like that and there was a chance of being discovered. It did happen once. We were visiting friends, but I had one more night of a punishment coming. Lar packed a cane since it is quiet, but it was definitely overheard... and I was asked about it the next day. Talk about embarrassed!!!
Joannie
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Today was an emotional day for Lar and I. We buried a dear friend who lost a nearly three year battle with cancer. He was a great Granger, and he and his wife exemplified everything that is good in a marriage. Lar and I looked up to them for over forty years, and they were our role models, and they were full of wisdom.
The thing that I will remember about them is that I never once heard them say anything disrespectful of or to each other. Oh, I'm sure they had their differences; what married couple doesn't? But, the love was always present and foremost in the way they spoke to each other and the way they looked at each other, and in the smiles they shared.
They were truly in sync with each other. They finished each other's sentences, helped each other, and you knew that you were getting the truth when they spoke to you about anything. Did they live a DD lifestyle? I don't know; I do know that they loved each other, respected each other, trusted each other, and they communicated with each other. I don't think the words 'domestic discipline' were known to them when they were first married sixty-four years ago, but while she always spoke her mind, he was the one who had the final say in how things were done.
They have given us an example to live up to. Rest in peace, dear friend.
Joannie
The thing that I will remember about them is that I never once heard them say anything disrespectful of or to each other. Oh, I'm sure they had their differences; what married couple doesn't? But, the love was always present and foremost in the way they spoke to each other and the way they looked at each other, and in the smiles they shared.
They were truly in sync with each other. They finished each other's sentences, helped each other, and you knew that you were getting the truth when they spoke to you about anything. Did they live a DD lifestyle? I don't know; I do know that they loved each other, respected each other, trusted each other, and they communicated with each other. I don't think the words 'domestic discipline' were known to them when they were first married sixty-four years ago, but while she always spoke her mind, he was the one who had the final say in how things were done.
They have given us an example to live up to. Rest in peace, dear friend.
Joannie
Monday, April 8, 2013
Good morning. I just had my plans for my day turned upside down, and while I am mentally regrouping and getting into 'writer mode', I thought it would be a good time to make today's post. And, I'm going to change the topic I planned to write about today, to the one on my mind right now!
I was going to run errands for my dear husband, who took off this morning with his driver's license... Now, no, that is not unusual, but I needed to take it and a certified copy of his birth certificate to the Social Security office. The man has been 'fighting' me tooth and nail about filling out the forms that all of us need to fill out when we reach the wonderful age of sixty-five. He simply refuses to accept change in his life, and the idea of retiring is repugnant to him. I would simply say, "Go for it!"... IF he wasn't working sixty to seventy hours a week. I would not worry so much if he would cut back to forty hours and not work six or seven days a week. He is exhausted all the time... Okay, that is the background.
A few years ago I would have lost it when I realized my plans for the day were ruined when he didn't cooperate and leave his license here. After all, I am giving up MY time to do this FOR him, and I would have felt sorely unappreciated! I would have had a fit, said harsh and angry words to him, and I would be mad until he teased me out of it, or did something special to 'fix' things. That was before DD.
To me, one of the major benefits of living this lifestyle is learning to control the temper that was so destructive during the first twenty-seven years of our marriage. Oh, early on, before children entered into the picture, Lar would take so much of my witchiness, until HE was angry, and then he would spank. It had a calming affect on me, but then he suffered with guilt because he 'hit a woman', someone he loved and would protect with his life. I was soooo unaware of his feelings, or I could and would have reassured him and begged him to continue being that stern man. Even then I desired this lifestyle, and I sometimes wonder if I wasn't acting out so much to try and provoke him to spank me. I also felt like this need was my dirty, dark secret, and I guarded it religiously. I was afraid for anyone, especially Lar, to find out about my secret because I just knew I had to be mentally ill to think such things. Secretly I was thrilled when he spanked. It worked, and I was always so disappointed that he didn't 'get it'.
It wasn't until my brother gave me his old computer and I got online and typed in that magic word "Spanking" and so many sites came up that I learned there were others like me! I was shocked, and I was relieved, but I was still afraid to tell Lar.
Things came to a head one day, and if you've read my Laurel and Joseph books, you know the story... I thought there was nothing to lose, and I told Lar I wanted a DD lifestyle; that I wanted to be accountable. He agreed and an S/O or HOH was born. I know he was shocked to realize how quickly a spanking would bring a tantrum to an end. We have dealt with a lot of issues in fourteen years, and while I am certainly not perfect, I am not an out of control wife any longer.
So, instead of flying into a rage at having my plans changed, I am going to use the time to work on a story, clean out the fridge, and fix a special dinner for Lar. And, I won't let it wreck the beginning of this week. DD does have many benefits, and I am positive that Lar is at work, smiling and very pleased that the temper he was expecting didn't happen. This change didn't happen over night, and fourteen years ago, it would have been a guaranteed sore butt. Now it might be a Good Girl spanking instead (especially if I bake a blackberry pie for him). WEG
Joannie
I was going to run errands for my dear husband, who took off this morning with his driver's license... Now, no, that is not unusual, but I needed to take it and a certified copy of his birth certificate to the Social Security office. The man has been 'fighting' me tooth and nail about filling out the forms that all of us need to fill out when we reach the wonderful age of sixty-five. He simply refuses to accept change in his life, and the idea of retiring is repugnant to him. I would simply say, "Go for it!"... IF he wasn't working sixty to seventy hours a week. I would not worry so much if he would cut back to forty hours and not work six or seven days a week. He is exhausted all the time... Okay, that is the background.
A few years ago I would have lost it when I realized my plans for the day were ruined when he didn't cooperate and leave his license here. After all, I am giving up MY time to do this FOR him, and I would have felt sorely unappreciated! I would have had a fit, said harsh and angry words to him, and I would be mad until he teased me out of it, or did something special to 'fix' things. That was before DD.
To me, one of the major benefits of living this lifestyle is learning to control the temper that was so destructive during the first twenty-seven years of our marriage. Oh, early on, before children entered into the picture, Lar would take so much of my witchiness, until HE was angry, and then he would spank. It had a calming affect on me, but then he suffered with guilt because he 'hit a woman', someone he loved and would protect with his life. I was soooo unaware of his feelings, or I could and would have reassured him and begged him to continue being that stern man. Even then I desired this lifestyle, and I sometimes wonder if I wasn't acting out so much to try and provoke him to spank me. I also felt like this need was my dirty, dark secret, and I guarded it religiously. I was afraid for anyone, especially Lar, to find out about my secret because I just knew I had to be mentally ill to think such things. Secretly I was thrilled when he spanked. It worked, and I was always so disappointed that he didn't 'get it'.
It wasn't until my brother gave me his old computer and I got online and typed in that magic word "Spanking" and so many sites came up that I learned there were others like me! I was shocked, and I was relieved, but I was still afraid to tell Lar.
Things came to a head one day, and if you've read my Laurel and Joseph books, you know the story... I thought there was nothing to lose, and I told Lar I wanted a DD lifestyle; that I wanted to be accountable. He agreed and an S/O or HOH was born. I know he was shocked to realize how quickly a spanking would bring a tantrum to an end. We have dealt with a lot of issues in fourteen years, and while I am certainly not perfect, I am not an out of control wife any longer.
So, instead of flying into a rage at having my plans changed, I am going to use the time to work on a story, clean out the fridge, and fix a special dinner for Lar. And, I won't let it wreck the beginning of this week. DD does have many benefits, and I am positive that Lar is at work, smiling and very pleased that the temper he was expecting didn't happen. This change didn't happen over night, and fourteen years ago, it would have been a guaranteed sore butt. Now it might be a Good Girl spanking instead (especially if I bake a blackberry pie for him). WEG
Joannie
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Communicating your needs
Good morning to all, I cannot believe it has been a year since I posted here!!! And then, not much on DD!!!! So, lets discuss a few things about DD. As long as I have been moderating a DD forum, and that is going on fourteen years, one thing comes up very often... Doing something deliberately in order to get a spanking.
First of all, don't worry, this is pretty natural, especially if you are the one who is wired this way and your hubby is trying to learn about the lifestyle to make you feel loved and cherished. I've done it, and so have most of my DD friends. So, you are in good company.
The real problem behind this is a lack of communication. We feel we are dropping hints that are huge logs crashing down, when, in reality, they are toothpicks falling on carpet to our S/O's ears! We need to be a bit more direct and find a way to communicate our need in a way that our S/O actually hears us.
Writing a letter (in the old-fashioned way) is a nice touch, and putting it where he will find it a good idea. Or send an email. The thing with that, with Big Brother watching all we do these days, do not send an email of this nature to his work email. The last thing you want to do is endanger his credibility at work, and most companies monitor their employees computers and email account.
You can be creative in this letter and tell him how you are feeling and ask if he will help you to feel less stress, or less guilty about something. Do not make this letter one of finger-pointing and use the words "You never..." That is a huge turn-off to most men. Compliments work much better than criticisms.
Another thing you can do is to write a story, or a scenario, and present it to your S/O. This idea was shared on my forum by one of our S/O's, and I feel it a good one. After all, I am a writer, and I do love stories. This can be truly from your heart. Here is a sample:
"Honey, I was having naughty thoughts today, and I want to share them with you and perhaps we can act them out later tonight...?":
Once upon a time there was a naughty schoolgirl, and she was sent to the office many times for a scolding. The principal finally told her that the next time she misbehaved he was going to bend her over his desk for a very serious spanking. Well, this girl misbehaved almost as soon as she returned to the classroom, and the principal was convinced she needed a sharp lesson. He scolded for a while, and then instructed her to pull up her skirt and bend over his desk. Once she was finally in place, after much pleading and arguing that she wouldn't do it again if he gave her another chance, he took out a ruler and spanked her until her remorse was genuine.
Okay, that is a sample. You may borrow it if I hit your fantasy spanking... Or you may adapt it and make it your own. Put in an implement that pleases you, and add many details. I wasn't about to get too steamy on here. lol
Now, that works if you want to play or you need stress relief, but what if you feel you need a genuine punishment? The best way is to be direct and say, "Larry, I am feeling guilty for being so disrespectful last night, and I feel I deserve a spanking." Then listen to what HE has to say. He might not agree. He might say that he provoked your anger. He might tell you that he didn't feel you were disrespectful. And, shock of all shocks, he might agree with you and then you start trying to back-pedal your way out of a spanking! lol
Communication is important, and as one forum member told me years ago, he needs to hear something several times before he really takes it seriously and to heart. Don't be afraid to repeat yourself. Just remember to do it respectfully and with love. Those S/O's are not mind readers, and if you do have one who can read your mind, you are in serious trouble!
Love,
Joannie
First of all, don't worry, this is pretty natural, especially if you are the one who is wired this way and your hubby is trying to learn about the lifestyle to make you feel loved and cherished. I've done it, and so have most of my DD friends. So, you are in good company.
The real problem behind this is a lack of communication. We feel we are dropping hints that are huge logs crashing down, when, in reality, they are toothpicks falling on carpet to our S/O's ears! We need to be a bit more direct and find a way to communicate our need in a way that our S/O actually hears us.
Writing a letter (in the old-fashioned way) is a nice touch, and putting it where he will find it a good idea. Or send an email. The thing with that, with Big Brother watching all we do these days, do not send an email of this nature to his work email. The last thing you want to do is endanger his credibility at work, and most companies monitor their employees computers and email account.
You can be creative in this letter and tell him how you are feeling and ask if he will help you to feel less stress, or less guilty about something. Do not make this letter one of finger-pointing and use the words "You never..." That is a huge turn-off to most men. Compliments work much better than criticisms.
Another thing you can do is to write a story, or a scenario, and present it to your S/O. This idea was shared on my forum by one of our S/O's, and I feel it a good one. After all, I am a writer, and I do love stories. This can be truly from your heart. Here is a sample:
"Honey, I was having naughty thoughts today, and I want to share them with you and perhaps we can act them out later tonight...?":
Once upon a time there was a naughty schoolgirl, and she was sent to the office many times for a scolding. The principal finally told her that the next time she misbehaved he was going to bend her over his desk for a very serious spanking. Well, this girl misbehaved almost as soon as she returned to the classroom, and the principal was convinced she needed a sharp lesson. He scolded for a while, and then instructed her to pull up her skirt and bend over his desk. Once she was finally in place, after much pleading and arguing that she wouldn't do it again if he gave her another chance, he took out a ruler and spanked her until her remorse was genuine.
Okay, that is a sample. You may borrow it if I hit your fantasy spanking... Or you may adapt it and make it your own. Put in an implement that pleases you, and add many details. I wasn't about to get too steamy on here. lol
Now, that works if you want to play or you need stress relief, but what if you feel you need a genuine punishment? The best way is to be direct and say, "Larry, I am feeling guilty for being so disrespectful last night, and I feel I deserve a spanking." Then listen to what HE has to say. He might not agree. He might say that he provoked your anger. He might tell you that he didn't feel you were disrespectful. And, shock of all shocks, he might agree with you and then you start trying to back-pedal your way out of a spanking! lol
Communication is important, and as one forum member told me years ago, he needs to hear something several times before he really takes it seriously and to heart. Don't be afraid to repeat yourself. Just remember to do it respectfully and with love. Those S/O's are not mind readers, and if you do have one who can read your mind, you are in serious trouble!
Love,
Joannie
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
We Have Done It!!!
Finally, we settled Mama's estate today. I had no idea it would take so long, and this is with absolutely no contention between us. The attorney is used to siblings fighting over money and arguing with each other over every dime. I guess it helps if there is no money, and all that has to be decided is how much we each owed to settle Mom's bills. Of course it should have included our other brother, but since he hasn't held a job in years, good luck with that. LOL So, Paul and I paid things off, and that is that. I do need to go back and sign checks once they have them all prepared, but that won't take very long. At long last. Now I can get this off my mind... Mama would be happy.
Tonight is the finish of The Voice. I am looking forward to seeing if my guy wins. I think he has a good chance, but who knows how people will vote. I should work tonight, but will probably get up early tomorrow and have at it.
Joannie
Tonight is the finish of The Voice. I am looking forward to seeing if my guy wins. I think he has a good chance, but who knows how people will vote. I should work tonight, but will probably get up early tomorrow and have at it.
Joannie
Sunday, May 6, 2012
A Little Sad
Mother's Day is next Sunday, and this is the first year that I won't be cooking a Mother's Day dinner for my Mama. It makes me very sad. I told Lar that I would prefer to have a quiet day... My brother and I have both been staying very busy to try and keep our minds off things. I know I am a Mom and a Gramma... but somehow I never thought the day was for me. Weird, I know.
I took little Nee for a 'girls night' on Friday. After the schoolbus dropped her off, I drove her to a town that is rather small, and not as heavily trafficked as the city close to us. I was unsure about the driving since I have nightblindness and it was rainy and stormy. Nee wanted to eat first, even though it was very early. I said fine, and sprung my first big surprise on her. I told her that we were going to Red Lobster! She said, "Gramma, I don't really like that place." Okay. Insert deep sigh. I really really wanted to go there. So we went to Dairy Queen, and guess what we ordered? Shrimp!!!!! Oh well, she enjoyed it. The one thing she wanted to do was go and pick out the fabric and pattern for her birthday dress. I make her a dress every year to wear on her birthday. I was a bit surprised (and pleased) because her birthday isn't until June 21. But, we went and shopped for that, and she was very fast at picking out what she wanted. She was happy, We moved on to the mall, and I had a specific store to take her too. It is a delight for little girls all the way through college age girls. Renee fell in love with the place, and she filled a basket with all sorts of Hello Kitty stuff. She was thrilled. She was still behaving and happy, so I asked her if she wanted to go to a movie and took her to that Pirates Band of Misfits movie, or something of that sort. It was Disney, and therefore, suitable for her age. I got our tickets and 3-D glasses, which have improved considerably since I was younger. Then I made her go to the bathroom. I told her that I don't walk out until the movie is over... but, of course I would have taken her if necessary. Then she wanted to know if we could get a snack for the movie. I gave her a shocked look. "How could we go to a movie without popcorn?" She started giggling. Of course, I got a large tub of popcorn so I could spill part of it on the floor and still have some left! I was amazed that the theater didn't have many people in it. And, mostly, it was kids and Moms in there. We got good 'short people' seats, and there was no one around us to be annoying. I have to admit that one Mom had two kids that were a bit older, and one that was probably three. He kept talking throughout the movie, and he was precious. His Mom kept trying to hush him, but he was just enjoying the show and asking questions. Renee enjoyed the movie very much. All during the show I could hear it raining, actually pouring, and storming like crazy. I was so afraid I was going to have to call Lar or Paul to come and get us. Lar thought so, too, and so did Paul. I called Lar and told him I thought I could see to drive. The rain had stopped, and I got out on the Interstate easily. It is a construction zone right there, and only one lane open, and that is the shoulder on the left. A man stopped and let me out. I stayed behind a semi all the way up the highway until my exit. I had no trouble at all, and then called Paul when I got home. He was worried and waiting for me to call for him to come and get us... Overprotective husband Lar and overprotective brother Paul. It is nice to be loved. So, anyway, Renee had a special time, which was the whole point of the evening. I hate to shop, but we shopped for fabric... and I enjoyed her first adventure into Claire's. I spoiled her, and she needed a bit of spoiling.
Hope you all are having a wonderful weekend.
Joannie
I took little Nee for a 'girls night' on Friday. After the schoolbus dropped her off, I drove her to a town that is rather small, and not as heavily trafficked as the city close to us. I was unsure about the driving since I have nightblindness and it was rainy and stormy. Nee wanted to eat first, even though it was very early. I said fine, and sprung my first big surprise on her. I told her that we were going to Red Lobster! She said, "Gramma, I don't really like that place." Okay. Insert deep sigh. I really really wanted to go there. So we went to Dairy Queen, and guess what we ordered? Shrimp!!!!! Oh well, she enjoyed it. The one thing she wanted to do was go and pick out the fabric and pattern for her birthday dress. I make her a dress every year to wear on her birthday. I was a bit surprised (and pleased) because her birthday isn't until June 21. But, we went and shopped for that, and she was very fast at picking out what she wanted. She was happy, We moved on to the mall, and I had a specific store to take her too. It is a delight for little girls all the way through college age girls. Renee fell in love with the place, and she filled a basket with all sorts of Hello Kitty stuff. She was thrilled. She was still behaving and happy, so I asked her if she wanted to go to a movie and took her to that Pirates Band of Misfits movie, or something of that sort. It was Disney, and therefore, suitable for her age. I got our tickets and 3-D glasses, which have improved considerably since I was younger. Then I made her go to the bathroom. I told her that I don't walk out until the movie is over... but, of course I would have taken her if necessary. Then she wanted to know if we could get a snack for the movie. I gave her a shocked look. "How could we go to a movie without popcorn?" She started giggling. Of course, I got a large tub of popcorn so I could spill part of it on the floor and still have some left! I was amazed that the theater didn't have many people in it. And, mostly, it was kids and Moms in there. We got good 'short people' seats, and there was no one around us to be annoying. I have to admit that one Mom had two kids that were a bit older, and one that was probably three. He kept talking throughout the movie, and he was precious. His Mom kept trying to hush him, but he was just enjoying the show and asking questions. Renee enjoyed the movie very much. All during the show I could hear it raining, actually pouring, and storming like crazy. I was so afraid I was going to have to call Lar or Paul to come and get us. Lar thought so, too, and so did Paul. I called Lar and told him I thought I could see to drive. The rain had stopped, and I got out on the Interstate easily. It is a construction zone right there, and only one lane open, and that is the shoulder on the left. A man stopped and let me out. I stayed behind a semi all the way up the highway until my exit. I had no trouble at all, and then called Paul when I got home. He was worried and waiting for me to call for him to come and get us... Overprotective husband Lar and overprotective brother Paul. It is nice to be loved. So, anyway, Renee had a special time, which was the whole point of the evening. I hate to shop, but we shopped for fabric... and I enjoyed her first adventure into Claire's. I spoiled her, and she needed a bit of spoiling.
Hope you all are having a wonderful weekend.
Joannie
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Cabbage Rolls
Lar and I went shopping after Church this morning for a new cupboard. Storage space in my kitchen is limited and I didn't have any room to put more stuff. I am very thankful that we have food when so many others do not, but I do get tired of trying to get just one more thing put away... and we'll not talk about trying to find an item when it is buried. So, we chose a nice cabinet... and then Lar said he was hungry and asked what I planned to do for food today.
We usually figure meals out on Sundays by a whim. Sometimes we decide we want to cook something, or just heat leftovers. And, sometimes we pick up sandwiches, but today we went to a local restaurant and they have their specials for the day written on a chalkboard by the entrance so you can see it while waiting to be seated. Lar and I saw cabbage rolls on the board and that was 'it' for both of us. We ordered, and I hoped they wouldn't come back and tell us they were all gone. Nothing like that happened, and the cabbage rolls were delicious. Lar told me he likes mine better, which was very nice of him. :-) The only difference between theirs and mine is the layer of sauerkraut I put on the bottom of the pan when I bake them. Lar said he would enjoy it if I made them more often, so I will make sure I do that soon.
We had our meeting last night, and both Lar and I feel better after discussing the situation with our guests. I feel that things will get better, and hopefully our friendship with this other couple will not be compromised. Time will tell.
Lar took one of his cupcakes to work, and one of his coworkers was so impressed that he asked Lar if he would bake a dozen of his cupcakes for his wife's birthday tomorrow. My dear husband, who already has too much to do, told the man 'yes'. LOL Soooooo, I helped him gather ingredients, but he made the cakes, put in the filling, and frosted them, using a decorating bag and tip. I am sure that no one would believe my husband would do such a thing, but he did and does. Of course, some things do not change... He left the dishes for me to do.
I have a new story to work on, a Chapter One that should be on Woodshed this coming week. We'll see! I am also working on the last chapter of The Perturber. It feels good to wrap up a couple of my stories. It is hard to say goodbye to certain characters, of course, but it is also great fun to meet new ones and tell their story.
Hope you are all having a great Sunday.
Joannie
We usually figure meals out on Sundays by a whim. Sometimes we decide we want to cook something, or just heat leftovers. And, sometimes we pick up sandwiches, but today we went to a local restaurant and they have their specials for the day written on a chalkboard by the entrance so you can see it while waiting to be seated. Lar and I saw cabbage rolls on the board and that was 'it' for both of us. We ordered, and I hoped they wouldn't come back and tell us they were all gone. Nothing like that happened, and the cabbage rolls were delicious. Lar told me he likes mine better, which was very nice of him. :-) The only difference between theirs and mine is the layer of sauerkraut I put on the bottom of the pan when I bake them. Lar said he would enjoy it if I made them more often, so I will make sure I do that soon.
We had our meeting last night, and both Lar and I feel better after discussing the situation with our guests. I feel that things will get better, and hopefully our friendship with this other couple will not be compromised. Time will tell.
Lar took one of his cupcakes to work, and one of his coworkers was so impressed that he asked Lar if he would bake a dozen of his cupcakes for his wife's birthday tomorrow. My dear husband, who already has too much to do, told the man 'yes'. LOL Soooooo, I helped him gather ingredients, but he made the cakes, put in the filling, and frosted them, using a decorating bag and tip. I am sure that no one would believe my husband would do such a thing, but he did and does. Of course, some things do not change... He left the dishes for me to do.
I have a new story to work on, a Chapter One that should be on Woodshed this coming week. We'll see! I am also working on the last chapter of The Perturber. It feels good to wrap up a couple of my stories. It is hard to say goodbye to certain characters, of course, but it is also great fun to meet new ones and tell their story.
Hope you are all having a great Sunday.
Joannie
Friday, April 27, 2012
Computers
I hate computers. I hate it when they just stop working and die taking all the content you have painstakingly stored there over time. I know that some people are smart enough to do backups. I hate it when someone says, "Did you have everything backed up?" Of course the answer is NO! You'd think I would learn, but I don't. I have so much stored on that hard drive that I hope it isn't lost. I could 'vow' to do back ups from now on, but let's face it, I won't remember to do it. I will say, "I'm too tired to do it tonight." In the morning, it will be, "I'll get it tonight." Then I don't, and something happens, and I am so pissed at myself. Anyway, our desk top died last week. My brother Paul is coming after work today to see what he can do. I am braced for the question, "Do you have your files backed up, Jo?" AND, for the, "Do you EVER dust down here, Jo? This thing is dirty and dusty, and it probably died because of it!" Oh yes, I am ready for the brotherly scolding, the things that someone I would ACTUALLY pay wouldn't dare say out loud, but my brother, who has been told he can't call the people he works with 'stupid', has no such problem making me feel stupid. LOL But, he is an expert, and if anyone can fix it, or rescue the files from the hard drive for me, he is the one. It is a blessing to have an expert in the family. Since he is a favorite person in our lives, I am making a dinner he will love. Fried tilapia and my potato wedges that I fix in the oven. We have a few of Lar's cupcakes from last night for desert. I'll add a healthy salad for Lar and I, and cottage cheese for Paul.
This week has been impossibly busy, and I keep thinking I will tackle my bedroom. I am embarrassed to admit how long it has been since I dumped everything and cleaned out the drawers, the closet, and pitched clothing that isn't usable, and passed on some things that we no longer will wear. I am a firm believer in getting rid of stuff you are not wearing. Why waste precious closet space waiting on something to come back in style? Or to lose ten pounds so you can wear it. Lar is a hoarder. Oh, he won't admit it, of course. His dresser is full of old tees that are stained and torn and need to be pitched. I will clean that first... I have been itching to get one of the kids to get Dad out of town for an entire weekend so I can tackle the garage. Lar overheard Chrissy and I talking last spring... and told me that I was NOT to touch the garage. I agreed not to... provided he did. He hasn't. Seriously, he has stuff stacked floor to ceiling, and getting in and out of the van with all that junk in there is not easy. He always yells at me for parking to one side when I pull in. DUH. I make it easy on myself. AND, I have to take groceries from the back of the van and into the house through the front door instead of through the garage, as I should be able to do. So many tasks, no time. I've thought of hiring help, but then, while I am telling people what to do, I could have it done myself. Right?
No spanking last night. I managed to sneak off to bed before him and covered up with the blanket over my head and I pretended to be asleep. It worked. Yes, I have done this before. Of course, Lar has jerked the blankets down before, true. I will do my best not to be snippy tonight.
Ugh. I normally look forward to the weekend, but not this time. Lar made a decision that I am a bit upset over, but understand that we must deal with a difficult situation regarding friends of ours who have misused money that is not theirs. No matter what we do, there will be upheaval of some kind. Lar and I hate being put in the middle, but we have to stand for what we believe in. It is difficult when friends disappoint you in a public manner and you need to stand up and say so. Hopefully there will be no legal consequences. And, even more hopefully, we will not have to step up to fill in a void created by speaking up. This has been weighing on us for some time now.
I hope your day is going well.
Joannie
This week has been impossibly busy, and I keep thinking I will tackle my bedroom. I am embarrassed to admit how long it has been since I dumped everything and cleaned out the drawers, the closet, and pitched clothing that isn't usable, and passed on some things that we no longer will wear. I am a firm believer in getting rid of stuff you are not wearing. Why waste precious closet space waiting on something to come back in style? Or to lose ten pounds so you can wear it. Lar is a hoarder. Oh, he won't admit it, of course. His dresser is full of old tees that are stained and torn and need to be pitched. I will clean that first... I have been itching to get one of the kids to get Dad out of town for an entire weekend so I can tackle the garage. Lar overheard Chrissy and I talking last spring... and told me that I was NOT to touch the garage. I agreed not to... provided he did. He hasn't. Seriously, he has stuff stacked floor to ceiling, and getting in and out of the van with all that junk in there is not easy. He always yells at me for parking to one side when I pull in. DUH. I make it easy on myself. AND, I have to take groceries from the back of the van and into the house through the front door instead of through the garage, as I should be able to do. So many tasks, no time. I've thought of hiring help, but then, while I am telling people what to do, I could have it done myself. Right?
No spanking last night. I managed to sneak off to bed before him and covered up with the blanket over my head and I pretended to be asleep. It worked. Yes, I have done this before. Of course, Lar has jerked the blankets down before, true. I will do my best not to be snippy tonight.
Ugh. I normally look forward to the weekend, but not this time. Lar made a decision that I am a bit upset over, but understand that we must deal with a difficult situation regarding friends of ours who have misused money that is not theirs. No matter what we do, there will be upheaval of some kind. Lar and I hate being put in the middle, but we have to stand for what we believe in. It is difficult when friends disappoint you in a public manner and you need to stand up and say so. Hopefully there will be no legal consequences. And, even more hopefully, we will not have to step up to fill in a void created by speaking up. This has been weighing on us for some time now.
I hope your day is going well.
Joannie
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Baking With Lar
Oh yes, you did read that right. Somehow, and please don't ask me HOW, our family won the county baking contests for the organization we belong to. Now we have to rebake them, and send them to state this weekend. Sounds nice, right? Wrong. My daughter's reaction when she learned the two children needed to do their recipes over again for their different age groups was not one of bliss and delight. It was more like, "I just got the kitchen clean from the last time, Mom. I have to work, too." SO, I made the offer to bake with them. That horrified her. Chrissy is a trained chef, even though she gave up that profession to become a nurse. The idea that other people are going to taste something HER children baked means that SHE is going to bake with them. Gramma lets them do their own thing. She watches over them like a hawk, making sure each measurement is correct. I let them measure and simply have fun. My way is a lot more fun, and a lot messier, too. LOL So, their 'pizza' slices are ready to go.
I baked my bars, because if it is going to have MY name on it, I'm going to make it. Yes, I see the irony in what I just said. My daughter is a brat; I taught her well. WEG And, I do mean 'brat' in a loveable way... So, my bars are finished, and I will cut them in the morning...
That leads us to the climax of the day, and I'm not talking THAT kind, either. Lar decided that since his cupcakes won at the county, he would bake them for state. There is just one problem... I baked his cupcakes for county. I planned to enter, and at the last minute, he decided he wanted to play 'cupcake wars'. He gave me all these instructions for how his cupcakes were to be done. To give Lar a break, he is working so many hours, and there was NO time for him to bake them himself, or he would have. His cupcakes did beat mine... because he insisted I put a chocolate ganache in the center of his, and make the top all swirly... He won. Enter tonight, and he wants to bake... I'd rather help the little kids. "JoAnn, what do I do now?" ALLLLLLL the way through baking them, taking them out of the oven, and so on, so forth. It took him an hour to get them in the oven. I hope he wins after all the work HE put into them.
I think I could be in trouble because of my mouth. Lar threatened me with a spanking for using bad language, and I told him 'no'. It is an automatic reaction, and it seems to set him off each and every time. Why can't I simply learn to say 'sorry' instead of 'no, you are not going to spank me!' He is still up, and I know he has a very early day tomorrow. When he stays up late, it means he is waiting for me. Not good.
The small appliance I bought hasn't arrived yet. I wish it would so I can get it over with. No, I really don't, but I do... I hope that makes sense. LOL
Joannie
I baked my bars, because if it is going to have MY name on it, I'm going to make it. Yes, I see the irony in what I just said. My daughter is a brat; I taught her well. WEG And, I do mean 'brat' in a loveable way... So, my bars are finished, and I will cut them in the morning...
That leads us to the climax of the day, and I'm not talking THAT kind, either. Lar decided that since his cupcakes won at the county, he would bake them for state. There is just one problem... I baked his cupcakes for county. I planned to enter, and at the last minute, he decided he wanted to play 'cupcake wars'. He gave me all these instructions for how his cupcakes were to be done. To give Lar a break, he is working so many hours, and there was NO time for him to bake them himself, or he would have. His cupcakes did beat mine... because he insisted I put a chocolate ganache in the center of his, and make the top all swirly... He won. Enter tonight, and he wants to bake... I'd rather help the little kids. "JoAnn, what do I do now?" ALLLLLLL the way through baking them, taking them out of the oven, and so on, so forth. It took him an hour to get them in the oven. I hope he wins after all the work HE put into them.
I think I could be in trouble because of my mouth. Lar threatened me with a spanking for using bad language, and I told him 'no'. It is an automatic reaction, and it seems to set him off each and every time. Why can't I simply learn to say 'sorry' instead of 'no, you are not going to spank me!' He is still up, and I know he has a very early day tomorrow. When he stays up late, it means he is waiting for me. Not good.
The small appliance I bought hasn't arrived yet. I wish it would so I can get it over with. No, I really don't, but I do... I hope that makes sense. LOL
Joannie
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Writing
I just finished another story for Bethany's Woodshed. It is called Outside In, and it is a western. I am going to miss these characters. I fell in love with Amy Phelps and Percy Flowers. Okay, the whole story came about because I was watching some old movie, and the guy's name was Percy. I mistakenly heard Flowers instead of Bowers for the character's last name, and it set me to wondering just how on earth a man living in the old West would handle being named Percy Flowers. Of course, it was his Mama who named him, after a favorite relative. LOL Amy's first reaction to a man named Percy was just about what you could expect in that day and age. Chapter Fifteen will be posted this week, and I am sure that in a few months the book will be offered on Blushing Books. As always, when it is time to say goodbye to characters I've loved while writing their story, I am a bit sad. I even washed up some dishes that really didn't need washing. I guess it would be better to get to work on another story. Next Tuesday, unless Bethany changes things for some reason, I will have a Mother's Day story for Spanking Romance.
Since I lost Mama last September, I was dreading writing a story to do with Mother's Day. I knew it would prompt some tears, but I really tried to inject some humor in this story. It is about a mail order bride, an Irish girl from Boston. She replies to a advertisement for a wife to a man named Seth Masterson, and after a few letters back and forth, she agrees to travel the distance to marry him. When the poor girl arrives, there is no Seth waiting for her at the stage depot in town. The Sheriff asked the minister and his wife to assist him in taking the young woman to Seth, an upstanding widower with two precious daughters. Seth denies any knowledge of writing to the woman, until she takes out the letters to show him. Seth is shocked to learn that his little girls were the one who sent for Bridget, deciding they wanted another mother! A New Mam for the Girls will be published next week on Spanking Romance. Now, I'm not really advertising, but I love to talk about my writing. These characters all become very special to me.
This week is Grandparent's week at school. Yesterday I went and had lunch with Renee, who is in the first grade. Tomorrow is lunch with Gabe. The parents group conveniently has a Book Fair at school this week, so the little grands can lure you to the room where all those books reside, just ripe to be purchased. Now, I am a writer. And, before that I was, and still am, an avid reader. Can anyone see a pattern here? LOL Renee kept picking out books, and I added one or two I thought she overlooked. Yes, I went overboard. AND, I am looking forward to shopping for books with Gabe tomorrow. I am sure he counted his sister's books and knows exactly how many he needs to buy. LOL There is no such thing as too many books. I used to skip lunch to buy books when I was a kid. Thankfully, when I was a kid, we lived in a small town with a wonderful library, and it was on my way home from school. As long as I told Mama I was going to stop there, I could spend some precious time trying to decide what books I was going to read that night. I also kept a flashlight in my bedroom, and I hid under the blankets to read. My Daddy was a stickler on bedtimes, and it would have meant a sore bottom if he'd caught me reading, but once he was asleep, I was safe. That house was old and crickety, and I could hear the folks on the steps when they came up to check on us kids. You know, it suddenly crossed my mind why Mama would ask me about the books I was returning 'so soon'. I guess she never did figure out how I read them so quickly.
Nothing going on here on the DD front. Lar is working too many hours, and, for the most part, I have been behaving. The only thing that has me worried is that I bought something I shouldn't have. When I told my daughter that I fell asleep out here and woke up in the middle of the night to an infomercial, it seemed to be a 'sign' that I was to buy the item. So, I did. She informed me that I already have one in my pantry closet that I don't use and that "Dad is going to bust your butt!" She advised me to cancel the sale, but I was very busy that day, and by evening it had been sent. Soooo, I am probably going to have something to write here soon, and to post about in the Punishment thread on my forum.
Hope you all are having a wonderful day.
Joannie
Since I lost Mama last September, I was dreading writing a story to do with Mother's Day. I knew it would prompt some tears, but I really tried to inject some humor in this story. It is about a mail order bride, an Irish girl from Boston. She replies to a advertisement for a wife to a man named Seth Masterson, and after a few letters back and forth, she agrees to travel the distance to marry him. When the poor girl arrives, there is no Seth waiting for her at the stage depot in town. The Sheriff asked the minister and his wife to assist him in taking the young woman to Seth, an upstanding widower with two precious daughters. Seth denies any knowledge of writing to the woman, until she takes out the letters to show him. Seth is shocked to learn that his little girls were the one who sent for Bridget, deciding they wanted another mother! A New Mam for the Girls will be published next week on Spanking Romance. Now, I'm not really advertising, but I love to talk about my writing. These characters all become very special to me.
This week is Grandparent's week at school. Yesterday I went and had lunch with Renee, who is in the first grade. Tomorrow is lunch with Gabe. The parents group conveniently has a Book Fair at school this week, so the little grands can lure you to the room where all those books reside, just ripe to be purchased. Now, I am a writer. And, before that I was, and still am, an avid reader. Can anyone see a pattern here? LOL Renee kept picking out books, and I added one or two I thought she overlooked. Yes, I went overboard. AND, I am looking forward to shopping for books with Gabe tomorrow. I am sure he counted his sister's books and knows exactly how many he needs to buy. LOL There is no such thing as too many books. I used to skip lunch to buy books when I was a kid. Thankfully, when I was a kid, we lived in a small town with a wonderful library, and it was on my way home from school. As long as I told Mama I was going to stop there, I could spend some precious time trying to decide what books I was going to read that night. I also kept a flashlight in my bedroom, and I hid under the blankets to read. My Daddy was a stickler on bedtimes, and it would have meant a sore bottom if he'd caught me reading, but once he was asleep, I was safe. That house was old and crickety, and I could hear the folks on the steps when they came up to check on us kids. You know, it suddenly crossed my mind why Mama would ask me about the books I was returning 'so soon'. I guess she never did figure out how I read them so quickly.
Nothing going on here on the DD front. Lar is working too many hours, and, for the most part, I have been behaving. The only thing that has me worried is that I bought something I shouldn't have. When I told my daughter that I fell asleep out here and woke up in the middle of the night to an infomercial, it seemed to be a 'sign' that I was to buy the item. So, I did. She informed me that I already have one in my pantry closet that I don't use and that "Dad is going to bust your butt!" She advised me to cancel the sale, but I was very busy that day, and by evening it had been sent. Soooo, I am probably going to have something to write here soon, and to post about in the Punishment thread on my forum.
Hope you all are having a wonderful day.
Joannie
Monday, April 23, 2012
Remembering Mama and Happy 40th to Us
I'm starting over with a new blog. It was over a year since I posted on my old ones, and they were deleted. I also lost the email addy's when my old laptop crashed. So be it. I'm starting over, and I hope I have something worthwhile to write about each day.
Today is Lar's and mine 40th wedding anniversary. I cannot believe it is possible that it has been so long. I feel fortunate that Lar and I are still in love. I credit the fact that we practice DD in our marriage for helping us achieve this wonderful place. Yes, there have been tough times, but there has also been lots of love and support. It was hard work to hang in there when it would have been easier to walk away, but love held us strong. I love you, honey. Thank you for loving me.
And, today would have been Mama's 87th birthday. It was a bittersweet day without her. Oh, I do believe she was with us all day long; I could feel her spirit. I had a few tears, because I do miss her so very much. I know she is in a happy place, and that our loved ones embraced her on the Other Side. My sadness isn't for Mama, but because I selfishly miss being able to call her and share everything. Last year we celebrated by taking her to dinner theater, which she loved. This year seemed weird without her here to join us.
This blog will be about DD, when I have something interesting to share. It will be about my family, and who knows what. It is for my friends, and I hope that all of you will jot something to me to let me know you are reading. The last year has been crazy, what with taking care of Mama until we lost her in September, and dealing with her estate since then. I still have my DD forum, and I hope you'll give me a day or two to post a few links. I'm still writing for Bethany's Woodshed and for Spanking Romance, and for myself as well. Oh, gosh, my website needs redoing! It's needed redoing for a YEAR now. lol. I hope to get to it soon.
love,
Joannie
Today is Lar's and mine 40th wedding anniversary. I cannot believe it is possible that it has been so long. I feel fortunate that Lar and I are still in love. I credit the fact that we practice DD in our marriage for helping us achieve this wonderful place. Yes, there have been tough times, but there has also been lots of love and support. It was hard work to hang in there when it would have been easier to walk away, but love held us strong. I love you, honey. Thank you for loving me.
And, today would have been Mama's 87th birthday. It was a bittersweet day without her. Oh, I do believe she was with us all day long; I could feel her spirit. I had a few tears, because I do miss her so very much. I know she is in a happy place, and that our loved ones embraced her on the Other Side. My sadness isn't for Mama, but because I selfishly miss being able to call her and share everything. Last year we celebrated by taking her to dinner theater, which she loved. This year seemed weird without her here to join us.
This blog will be about DD, when I have something interesting to share. It will be about my family, and who knows what. It is for my friends, and I hope that all of you will jot something to me to let me know you are reading. The last year has been crazy, what with taking care of Mama until we lost her in September, and dealing with her estate since then. I still have my DD forum, and I hope you'll give me a day or two to post a few links. I'm still writing for Bethany's Woodshed and for Spanking Romance, and for myself as well. Oh, gosh, my website needs redoing! It's needed redoing for a YEAR now. lol. I hope to get to it soon.
love,
Joannie
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