Sunday, March 24, 2013

Another First

                                                           Mr. D and I have experienced a lot of firsts in our relationship, but this last year we have had a lot more new experiences and firsts . This weekend we attended our first munch and visited a dungeon and play party.
                                                      We had dinner at a restaraunt in a community about an hour from where we live and met a number of very nice people. Most of the people were close to our age or a little older which surprised me a little, I had visions of a bunch of 20 somethings. There's nothing wrong with people in their twenties, but we definitely felt more comfortable and less self conscious being in a group of strangers that included people closer to our age. The woman I sat next to was very helpful. She knows people in the community in our city and was able to give me contact information so we could attend a munch right at home. We talked quite a bit and she explained to me that she is an owned and collared slave who has been with her Master for five years. She is also a nurse and nurses are very trustworthy- take my word for it.   She put me very much at ease as did everyone we got a chance to talk to.
                                                     After dinner we headed over to the "dungeon" and stayed for the party. I got to witness electrical play and the participants were very gracious about answering my questions and I even got to experience a little jolt ( just touching hands briefly- I wasn't brave enough to jump in and play.) There were a few people doing fire play and one of them also incorporating cupping. Mr. D has always had a fascination with fire and was definitely interested in learning more about the technique. I found him and  one of the gentleman   in deep conversation about this very subject and he suggested we attend an event where someone he considers to be highly skilled will be demonstrating.
                                                          Mr. D was also very interested in seeing the St. Andrews cross up close. He has a number of large 1x6's that he's been itching to use in a project. I have no idea where we'll keep a St. Andrews cross, but I suppose if he decides to make one he'll find a place.
                                                              All in all it was a very interesting evening, definitely different than our usual night out. It was nice to meet other people who are interested and  experienced in some of the things that interest us and I hope to see and have a chance to talk with them again.                      

Monday, March 18, 2013

When The Bottom Falls Out

                             Subdrop is one of those topics you come across occasionally. It was something I had read about a few times, thought okay and then filed the information away somewhere in my brain and then never really gave much thought to it again.
                            Then it happened to me and at first I couldn't figure out what the heck was happening. I felt shaky, not shaking, but off kilter not right.Initially I thought I was having a reaction to medication- I had this type of reaction before to certain meds- but I hadn't taken any medication. It was rather disconcerting. I felt restless and weepy even though I wasn't sad, hell I had just been almost euphoric a short time ago.
                            My poor husband wasn't sure what to do for me and I wasn't sure what to tell him. Fortunately that tucked away information started to come to me and I was able to recognize that what I was feeling was a form of subdrop.  One of us had to pick up our youngest from school and since I wasn't in any shape to drive   that left him. I felt the best thing to do was curl up in bed and try to sleep it off. He tucked me in and brought my phone to me in case  I needed anything. 
                           I felt somewhat better when I woke up and first thing the next morning, but that afternoon I was irritable and short with everyone, the fact that the kids weren't being as cooperative as I would have liked and he yelled at me along with the kids didn't help.
                              Over the next several days I wouldn't say he was distant, I think he was just hesitant to be physical because he was nervous about what had happened. Wanting him to know I was fine I decided to take the bull by the horns so to speak and show him. All it took was me asking "Hey how would you like a blow job?"
                                   That one little question was all it took. Afterwards we snuggled and talked about what had happened. We discussed the fact that we had played for a longer time than normal and had pushed some new boundaries. He said the scariest thing for him was having to leave me alone when I was in that state and we discussed allowing more time for aftercare when we have a long intense session. He also joked about keeping chocolate handy. I won't object, who can say no to great sex followed by chocolate? I also realize that I should at least have a light meal earlier and stay well hydrated before and after- play on an empty stomach probably isn't a good idea.
                              I've done a lot of research on the internet concerning ttwd and have found this blogging community to be the best resource. It was from reading fellow blogger's posts that I was able to recognize and deal with my episode of subdrop. I'm not looking forward to it happening again, but think I'll be better prepared thanks to the information that this community has provided.


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Catching Up

                                               I just can't seem to keep up with this posting everyday, but I'm going to try to catch up a little here. I may end up abandoning it,but I'm willing to give it a go.
                                 The next thing on the list is three inspirational quotes. I can never remember them, but here is one that I read recently and it stuck with me. 
                                "When one door closes another opens. Or you can just open the door, that's how doors work."                                  
                               Another quote that spoke to me was from a book by Maria Schriver. It was something her mom had told her growing up and as a working mother it spoke to me.
                                 "You can have it all, just not at the same time." I know that's only two, but it's all I've got.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Our Song

                                                          I'm a little behind with today's post. It should have been posted yesterday actually, but it's harder than I though to post everyday. This is my first time uploading a video so I hope I did it right. It's a quirky little song that has kind of become mine and Mr. D's song. It's not the most romantic of love songs, but it's ours.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Best Vacation Spot

                                    For me the best vacation spot was a little place in the Florida Keys. Mr. D and I had a chance to spend a few days in Islamorada   some years BC (before children.) It was spring so it wasn't the tourist season, but the weather was gorgeous unlike back home where it was gray and rainy.
                                    I remember walking down the street to a little thatch roofed open air bar and thinking it was so cool that instead of people driving and parking their cars they pulled up to the dock in their boats. The people were so friendly and quite a few of them were transplants from our neck of the woods. The bar boasted that it had the best view of the most beautiful sunset in the world and it was the most beautiful sunset I had ever seen. 
                                       I have fond memories of Mr. D  and I making love in the swimming pool of our condo. Thankfully he had the foresight to disconnect the lights that were strung up above the pool area because another couple was out for a moonlight stroll. I don't think they saw much, but it was pretty obvious what was going on.
                                         My husband decided with the ocean right in our backyard he had to do some fishing. Since he had no gear he went to a local store hoping to rent a fishing pole and tackle. The guy who owned the store told him he didn't have any fishing gear for rent so he lent Mr. D his pole and just asked him to return it when he was done. Mr. D kept trying to pay him, but the man wouldn't accept any money. He actually caught a barracuda with that borrowed pole. That sucker had some sharp teeth and getting it off the hook was quite tricky. Unfortunately I had left the camera inside so he couldn't have a picture taken with his catch.
                                 Our original destination had been Key West, but I was tired of driving so we ended up in Islamarada. I'm glad we stopped there because it turned out to be the best vacation spot I have ever been.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

It Takes A Village

                                 My hometown is actually considered a village. It is very small and everyone knew everyone - still do in fact. You couldn't get away with a whole lot because there was always someone who knew your parents. I can remember one morning my father asked me what my car was doing sitting in the parking lot of one the local bars at three o'clock in the morning. For just a moment I thought "How the heck does he know?" but then I remembered that he knows all the cops and of course they know who I am. I was in college at the time, but still lived at home - technically an adult, but Dad still wasn't happy.
                                   There were less than 100 kids in my graduating class and it was one of the biggest classes before or since. Nowadays the classes are about half the size. The school system is small so there weren't some of the opportunities the big schools offer, but we got a good education and we didn't have some of the problems that the big city schools had.
                                 It was the type of town that as kids you couldn't wait to leave, but when you start a family of your own you want to move back to raise your kids. A lot of people I know have done this and not too long ago there was a waiting list to find a home for sale as many people who left wanted to return.
                                   Our parents didn't drive us to our friends houses or drop us off at practice, we walked or rode our bikes. The only way you got a ride to school is if it was raining cats and dogs. It only took about twenty minutes to walk from one end of town to the other. We would spend hours walking around, stopping to talk to someone at the ice cream place or watch the guys play basketball on the courts by the park. 
                                   In the winter we would go sledding on the hills in the park or go ice skating in the outdoor rink in the center of town. During the summer months we would head to the park for movie night. When we were little we would sit on blankets, eat popcorn and watch the movie with our friends and parents. As teenagers we would hang out on the edges to see and be seen, sometimes sneaking a smoke thinking we were so cool.
                                    Every year there was a festival over the fourth of July that still goes on today. It would be kicked off by a parade that the entire village turned out for. We would ride the rides-all six of them over and over, eat fair food and win gold fish that died the next day. We ran freely over the "fair grounds" thinking were so lucky to not have our parents watching over us. It wasn't till we were older that we realized that if our own parents weren't watching us everybody else's was and all our parents had to do was ask a passerby where we were or poke their head out of the booth they were working too see us. 
                                      It's still a nice place to live. My parents and a number of my friends are still there. I don't live far and visit often. My kids go to the festival every year and they both have friends that they go to visit frequently. I sometimes think about moving back, but I like my neighborhood and even though I have a lot of great memories, I wonder if reality can hold a candle to those memories.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Someone I Admire

                               A friend that I admire. That's a tough one for me. Not because I don't admire any of my friends- I do, but each of them have different traits that I admire making it hard to choose just one of them.
                              For instance my friend Marie lost her husband a year and a half ago. Several months later she was involved in an auto accident that left her unable to even get out of bed for months. She has since lost her job, her health insurance and her home that had been in her husband's family for years. Her in laws are in a position financially to help her, but choose not to. Everyday is a struggle for her just to walk with the aid of a walker and she still deals with excruciating pain, both physical and emotional. But everyday she wakes up believing that today will be better and still hopes for and works toward the day that she will be able to walk on her own, go back to work and have a home of her own again. Her spirit in the face of adversity is truly inspiring.
                               Then there is our friend  Sam, he is like a brother to Mr. D and myself and an uncle to our children. He is one of the most generous people I know and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for any of us or someone else in need. Recently a mutual friend died and his widow did not have the money to pay for his funeral. Sam helped her pay for the funeral with his own money even though he is strapped himself and helped organize a fundraiser to help with expenses.
                                  My friend Jen-former roomate , maid of honor and one of my oldest and dearest friends is the one who makes everyone laugh. She is the one who puts a smile on your face when you feel down and the one who can make you laugh at your self when your having a pity party and feeling all woe is me. She is also the friend I am most likely to get in trouble with.
                                 Patience is a quality I am not blessed with, but my sister Shannon has it in spades. When I am ready to blow my top and yell at the top of my lungs, she is the calm voice of reason. She is the one who thinks before she speaks, is willing to wait and doesn't lose her temper. I guess that's what makes her such a good teacher and able to home school and care for four of her own children. 
                                  I am blessed to have such admirable people in my life. I aspire to attain each of these qualities  even though I don't always succeed, but my life is richer thanks to each of them.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Late To The Party

                               I decided to go with the Q&A that's been going around lately for my latest post since I'm still sorting out what I had originally planned. Since I'm starting this a little late I will start with the first three answers on the list then hopefully update everyday.

A place I'd like to travel ...I  have wanted to visit Ireland ever since I can remember. I love that Irish brogue accent and the stories of faeries. I want to roam the Irish country side and have a pint in an Irish pub. Ireland has such a rich history and being an Irish girl I would love to see where my ancestors came from.

Favorite movie... There are so many movies I love and they are from different genres so I'll just list a few. Sixteen Candles, The Bells of St. Mary's and Going My Way( I love Bing Crosby), Casablanca, Gone With The Wind, the African Queen and The Lord of The Rings and the list goes on.

Something I never leave the house with...I never leave the house without my keys. I can't very well drive anywhere without them and if I'm not the one driving I may have to let myself in the house quickly to run to the bathroom and I don't have time to wait for someone else to fiddle with their keys to unlock the door.

Now I'm off to call my little sister and wish her Happy Birthday.