Updates and Such

It was such a long, long weekend here. I’ve been waiting, not so patiently, on news about my “family” that was in the accident. My Godson doesn’t have use of his left side. *sigh* My Goddaughter did open her eyes briefly at one point Saturday but the doctors said it didn’t necessarily mean anything. The news... any news is way too slow coming in. I still need to be there, but can’t and I don’t know how I’m supposed to make that OK in my head. My mother is having surgery this week and I have to be there for her. I’ve always said there needs to be more than one of me. Gawwwwd, how I wish that was possible sometimes.

I’ve let things wind me up way too much since this past Wednesday. What can I say? It’s what I do... and I do it so well too. *shaking my head* I’ve pretty much let it interfere with my progress of cutting back on smoking. Saturday I had 23... way bad. Guy and I worked on the computer that I got my son the first of September until late Saturday night.... and of course I let it drive me nuts. I hate when that happens! He wasn’t a bit pleased either. We had a long discussion about it this yesterday morning before tearing back into the computer. We both talked and we both listened. It went well I think. However, it did have the potential to go bad REAL quick, but him being the fair and understanding (I don’t always say that, trust me) person he is, he listened to how I felt about it. Before he did calm down about it though, he did implement a new smoking regimen. Thankfully he changed his mind after hearing that I was still determined to stay on the path we were on before things fell apart Wednesday. He allowed me 16 yesterday. I thought that was fair, so I was determined to do it. And guess what... I DID do it. I only had 12. I’m so proud of myself and Guy is just beaming. To show you just how understanding and fair he is... if I can manage to stay out of trouble... for each cigarette that I stay under my limit, he’s gonna subtract from my “uh oh” factor. Wow, guess he’s right, consequences don’t always have to be bad. I just love that man to death.

On the computer geeking note... windows update wouldn’t update on a brand new computer. *growls* The BITS service was all screwed up. I think we can thank uninstalling Norton Antivirus for that.... the insidious piece of work they are anymore. Thanks to Guy though we got that fixed early yesterday afternoon.

On the spanking note... I have one devil of a spanking coming when time and circumstances permit. I’m still not real sure if I’m gonna get paddled for the “uh oh” factor of going over my limit on cigarettes. Something tells me I am though. I think it’s really gonna be a major stress relief spanking with several thrown in there for several different things that I’ve done. Drinking without permission to be one of them and for not listening to him when he tries to keep me from getting so worked up over things. In all honesty, I just NEED one hell of a spanking. I need it for me, and I need it for WE. After all, it is all about the WE in this thing we do. He needs to spank me just as much as I need him to spank me. That’s the beauty of this thing we do, now isn’t it? I also need to be reminded that I’m “his”, in that special way that only he can remind me. He keeps me focused. He knows when I need to be redirected and he knows just how to do it.

Last night a friend of mine and her husband dropped by. Our little group of friends decided to send my Godchildren and their Mother a card signed from all of us and each one of them a “get well bear” signed by us. Our little circle of friends has been hit hard by this. My normally bratty friend that’s always trying to get me in trouble when we’re even remotely close to each other was quite subdued during her visit last night. I think this might have had a little to do with a spanking as well as the other stuff. Her husband was out of town when the news came in and she just totally lost it. She called me in a total state of shock, ready to hop the next plane out. Luckily, another friend and her husband in our group we’re able to go get her and see to that she didn’t do anything stupid until her husband got back home. It wasn’t an easy task for them. She’s a total, react on a whim, kind of person who doesn’t even know the meaning of rational thinking in a crisis. So, by the way she was sitting last night and knowing her and her husband live a DD lifestyle I imagine he got her back to clear thinking.

I have several friends around me that over the years I have found out are in the DD lifestyle. Some already were when I met them and some I’ve turned into spanking aficionados. *grin* I’ll have to post about all that sometime.

So I think that’s everything. I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend and making the best out of a Monday.