I realize my Boss Man and I haven't blogged about our trip yet, but it's coming. We've just been super busy. As a matter of fact, I'm falling asleep as I type this. So I hope it makes sense.
My Boss Man and I had gone into the city to do some errands. He wanted to stop at Best Buy before we headed back home. I saw an Office Depot, and I asked if I could run in there real quick, and meet him in Best Buy. Honestly, I expected a flat out no. On our trips, my Boss Man likes to keep me close to his side so he can watch over me (because I'm such a delicate flower). But to my great surprise, he said yes. He dropped me off in front of Office Depot, and I looked around for a bit.
When I left, I walked the few feet to Best Buy, hunted for my Boss Man, but couldn't find him. I started to panic. I have no idea why. I knew he was safe in the store somewhere, but I let my imagination run wild with me. I let myself get paranoid. I swore there was someone following me. Finely, I called him, and directed me toward him. He grabbed my hand, and I snuggled against him, happy to be home.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Screw the Butterflies
In a matter of hours, I'm going to be in my Boss Man's arms again. I've primped and purtied myself as much as I can primp and get purty. I look like a girl again in fact. All I have left to do is my hair, and I refuse to make my hair pretty before I go to work.
There are butterflies in my stomach, and frogs, lots and lots of frogs. Screw the butterflies. The frogs consumed them all jumping around like crazy. I don't know why I get so nervous. I know, as soon as he walks threw the door and wraps his arms around me, everything will be perfect. Better than perfect, in fact it will be stupendously amazingly awesomely awesome. And I can't wait.
I can't wait for him to whisper in my ear that he loves me. I can't wait for him to wrap his arms tight around me. I can't wait to hear his laugh. I can't wait to see him smile at me when he thinks I'm not looking. I can't wait to hold his hands. I can't wait to put both my hands into one of his.
I can't wait to be home again.
There are butterflies in my stomach, and frogs, lots and lots of frogs. Screw the butterflies. The frogs consumed them all jumping around like crazy. I don't know why I get so nervous. I know, as soon as he walks threw the door and wraps his arms around me, everything will be perfect. Better than perfect, in fact it will be stupendously amazingly awesomely awesome. And I can't wait.
I can't wait for him to whisper in my ear that he loves me. I can't wait for him to wrap his arms tight around me. I can't wait to hear his laugh. I can't wait to see him smile at me when he thinks I'm not looking. I can't wait to hold his hands. I can't wait to put both my hands into one of his.
I can't wait to be home again.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Better Than I
My Boss Man is coming to see me next weekend. =D Finally. We've been apart for several months, and it sucks. What sucks even more is the problem I have. I have a tendency to become very snappish, and to create problems before he gets here, as I said in my last post.
The Boss Man and I were talking a few nights ago, and I asked what he'd planned for the trip. He told me he hadn't planned much, but we were going to do one of the punishments I've racked up. I got to thinking about it, and I think, I'd be less likely to act out if my punishments were immediate. Then I realize I'd probably still be my stubborn, hard-headed self.
The last few days have been particularly hard. I haven't gotten much done, haven't had much time to breathe, let alone do anything. In the past three days, I've been sick, hit a neighbor's dog, and pulled the muscles in my right thigh. I can still barely walk on it. Being sick had nothing to do with hitting the neighbor's dog, but hitting the neighbor's dog had everything to do with pulling the muscles in my thigh. The dog is okay by the way; she didn't even have any broken bones. :) During all this, I did some major screaming and yelling at my Boss Man.
When I finally asked how much trouble I was in, he said, "None." I'm glad, but I still feel terrible for the way I was treating him. Now, I have proof that my Boss Man is a much better person than I am. Instead of holding a grudge like I would, he stayed up late for me last night, and sang me to sleep.
The Boss Man is an incredible musician and singer. He has the most amazing voice. He hasn't sung for me in awhile. He hasn't sung in general in awhile. It was nice to hear. I was able to fall asleep listening to my song, the song he wrote for me.
Thank you, baby, and I'm sorry for the way I've been acting the last few days.
The Boss Man and I were talking a few nights ago, and I asked what he'd planned for the trip. He told me he hadn't planned much, but we were going to do one of the punishments I've racked up. I got to thinking about it, and I think, I'd be less likely to act out if my punishments were immediate. Then I realize I'd probably still be my stubborn, hard-headed self.
The last few days have been particularly hard. I haven't gotten much done, haven't had much time to breathe, let alone do anything. In the past three days, I've been sick, hit a neighbor's dog, and pulled the muscles in my right thigh. I can still barely walk on it. Being sick had nothing to do with hitting the neighbor's dog, but hitting the neighbor's dog had everything to do with pulling the muscles in my thigh. The dog is okay by the way; she didn't even have any broken bones. :) During all this, I did some major screaming and yelling at my Boss Man.
When I finally asked how much trouble I was in, he said, "None." I'm glad, but I still feel terrible for the way I was treating him. Now, I have proof that my Boss Man is a much better person than I am. Instead of holding a grudge like I would, he stayed up late for me last night, and sang me to sleep.
The Boss Man is an incredible musician and singer. He has the most amazing voice. He hasn't sung for me in awhile. He hasn't sung in general in awhile. It was nice to hear. I was able to fall asleep listening to my song, the song he wrote for me.
Thank you, baby, and I'm sorry for the way I've been acting the last few days.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
No One To Blame
I have no reason to feel like this. With everything going on, I should be happy. Everything is going my way for once, but there's something, rather someone, missing. The last couple of days, the Boss Man and I haven't had much time to talk, and I can feel it. I can feel the emptiness between us. I know this rift is caused by me.
In 12 days, the Boss Man and I will be together, and I'll be able to curl up in his arms and get a full nights sleep since the last time we were together. The closer the 19th gets here, the more anxious I get. Worries that I'm not going to be how he remembers me crowd my head. Worries that I'm not going to be pretty enough or good enough push through my common sense. The more worried and afraid I get, the more stubborn and cantankerous I become. Instead of picking fights with the Boss Man, which I have a history of doing, I pull away.
This is how I know I'm the one causing the rift in our relationship. It's my own damned fault, and I have no one to blame but myself.
I know, logically, I'm perfect for the Boss Man, but people are not logical. I know when the Boss Man gets here, he'll wrap his arms around me, pull me in close, kiss me passionately, and all other thoughts slash worries slash everything will fly right out the window. I know when the Boss Man gets here, everything will be okay. I know this logically, but emotionally I'm going to push and push and push until he gives me space, or I rip my space from his hands forcefully.
I have no reason to feel so torn up about his visit. I know everything is going to be fine, and I know if I'd stop this awful circle I'm caught in, everything will be fine, but here I am spinning like a hamster in a wheel.
And now I'll stop rambling. :)
In 12 days, the Boss Man and I will be together, and I'll be able to curl up in his arms and get a full nights sleep since the last time we were together. The closer the 19th gets here, the more anxious I get. Worries that I'm not going to be how he remembers me crowd my head. Worries that I'm not going to be pretty enough or good enough push through my common sense. The more worried and afraid I get, the more stubborn and cantankerous I become. Instead of picking fights with the Boss Man, which I have a history of doing, I pull away.
This is how I know I'm the one causing the rift in our relationship. It's my own damned fault, and I have no one to blame but myself.
I know, logically, I'm perfect for the Boss Man, but people are not logical. I know when the Boss Man gets here, he'll wrap his arms around me, pull me in close, kiss me passionately, and all other thoughts slash worries slash everything will fly right out the window. I know when the Boss Man gets here, everything will be okay. I know this logically, but emotionally I'm going to push and push and push until he gives me space, or I rip my space from his hands forcefully.
I have no reason to feel so torn up about his visit. I know everything is going to be fine, and I know if I'd stop this awful circle I'm caught in, everything will be fine, but here I am spinning like a hamster in a wheel.
And now I'll stop rambling. :)
Monday, January 31, 2011
A Side of Spanko
This morning, after giving a link to these two new blogs to my Boss Man, he said "Hair brush is a good idea." Now me, not being a morning person, was utterly confused, so I asked, "Why?" His response? "Well, if you used the barbed side it could be pretty brutal." Insert sound of jaw hitting floor and me back peddling, real quick.
I'm sitting there thinking to myself, "Why? What did I do? I don't think I've gotten in trouble in a few days." The little hamsters were spinning away trying to figure out just why I'd need a hairbrush, and I believe they did, but that's another post for another time.
So this morning, with my breakfast, I got a free side of spanko. Good morning and have a wonderful day ladies and gents.
I'm sitting there thinking to myself, "Why? What did I do? I don't think I've gotten in trouble in a few days." The little hamsters were spinning away trying to figure out just why I'd need a hairbrush, and I believe they did, but that's another post for another time.
So this morning, with my breakfast, I got a free side of spanko. Good morning and have a wonderful day ladies and gents.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
SugarAnne and B'Man
SugarAnne and B'Man has such a lovely ring to it. I was orginally going to comment on these posts, but when I couldn't decide just where my comment should go, I switched over to writing this post.
SugarAnne, you were the first TTWD blog I ever read. I laughed and cried and thought long and hard as I was reading your account of your TTWD experience. As I read through your blog in just two days, I knew TTWD was what I wanted, rather, what I needed. I gathered courage from the shadows of your blog, and ventured over to B'Man's blog.
B'Man, as I read through your blog, I realized something else. I wasn't being the person I should be for my Boss Man. I read through your blog almost as fast as SugarAnne's. I devoured every recounting of, well, everything. You're humorous posts made it easier for me to bring up DD with the Boss Man. I know he read both your blogs.
The two of you have become such an inspiration to us.
Thank you B'Man and SugarAnne for allowing us inside your TTWD experience. I'm truly sorry and upset to see the curtain close on your blogs, and I will eagerly await for the time you decide to write something more.
Thank you.
SugarAnne, you were the first TTWD blog I ever read. I laughed and cried and thought long and hard as I was reading your account of your TTWD experience. As I read through your blog in just two days, I knew TTWD was what I wanted, rather, what I needed. I gathered courage from the shadows of your blog, and ventured over to B'Man's blog.
B'Man, as I read through your blog, I realized something else. I wasn't being the person I should be for my Boss Man. I read through your blog almost as fast as SugarAnne's. I devoured every recounting of, well, everything. You're humorous posts made it easier for me to bring up DD with the Boss Man. I know he read both your blogs.
The two of you have become such an inspiration to us.
Thank you B'Man and SugarAnne for allowing us inside your TTWD experience. I'm truly sorry and upset to see the curtain close on your blogs, and I will eagerly await for the time you decide to write something more.
Thank you.
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