- Hey Mom! Look! I'm In A Bag!
Ok, this picture is actually a couple of weeks old, but I just love her expression so I had to post it. She's actually a lot bigger now.
Morning Cum Dump
Chest Full Of Cum "Kitty?" "Yes?" "Thank you." "For what?" "For playing with me. Did you forget already?!" "Of course not. I just didn't think you needed to thank me for something I love anyway." I love when I have the chance to be Master's cum dump. <3
Broken Foot Update
Well, I've been going to my physical therapy for my foot for a couple of weeks now. It has definitely not been easy, but I am slowly but surely making progress. Since my podiatrist opted not to take a picture of the healing after eight weeks, my physical therapist is going super slowly to be sure [...]
Creating Calm
Breakfast: 1 protein (peanut butter), 1 carb (slice of whole wheat toast), 1 fruit (fresh coconut slice), a cup of tea (water, lemons, tea leaves). It's been pointed out to me before that I don't do much to take time for myself. The problem is that, for better or for worse, I'm one of those [...]
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Serenade Sunday
Foot Update
- Sometimes, My Tea Bags Are Too True
Of course I was having tea the other day, and once again my tea bag was pretty spot-on. You know, one thing I can be really grateful of is that I rarely slip with my tongue. I say what I mean, and I've made mistakes, but overall I'm pretty happy with the fact that I think before I speak more often than not. Still, this foot slip has cost me an awful lot of time and annoyance.
Anyway, Master and me went back to see the foot specialist for a check up. We were hoping to walk out of there (no pun intended) with an orthopedic shoe, instead of the giant pain in the butt boot. The doc didn't need to x-ray it after all, he did some minor poking around and since the poking caused a ton of pain (in the form of yelps from the kitty), he decided that I should wear the boot for another month, and he'll see me then to re-evaluate.
I'm a bit bummed about the whole thing. Not the foot itself, but more by my lack of "purpose". I love being able to serve Master, and right now I'm spending a lot more time being waited on, than serving. Master told me that the most important thing for me to do right now is to heal. That's my job, to just heal up so that I can get back to life as soon as possible. Well, I'm trying, but not without a bit of difficulty! The biggest problem is that I am no slouch, and sitting around basically not doing anything is driving me up the wall.
I've been working on completing some of the video games that have been sitting around with only a couple achievements on them. Yeah, I'm a completionist. I don't usually give up on a game until I have all the achievements, or there's a good reason why I don't (like, the server for an online game shut down, etc). Not that my completion score is phenomenal, but that's because I don't have as much time for gaming in my usual life as I'd like, and then, new games always seem to come out before I finish the old ones. So basically, I'm not up to much, but having games to work on is both distracting, and fun. I know not everyone will understand, but there's something very, very satisfying to me about hearing that little "plink" when the very last achievement of a game pops up. ::Happy Sigh::
- Grilled Leeks, Skyrim
Master has been getting creative with cooking lately, I think in an effort to try to cheer me up. Sitting around all day sounds fun, and I guess it is for the first couple of days. I won't lie though. It got old after a couple weeks (once I finished my Mass Effect 3 play through). Now I'm bored and just trying to distract myself. Anyway, I've been playing a lot of Skyrim, because that does suck me in pretty good, and always has new things to do. I've never had leeks before, but Master saw a recipe online for Skyrim style grilled leeks, and he wanted to try to make them for me. As you can see in the picture above, they came out beautifully and were about twice as delicious as they look! Nom! I'm hooked on leeks now, bet you a million billion dollars we get more tonight at the store. (They're pretty easy to make too, so that's a bonus). Are we geeks? Absolutely! Do we know how to have a good time? YUP! Will I be eating grilled leeks, and drinking mead later tonight? You bet! (Bonus: Depending on the amount of mead I drink, I may not give a single fuck about my foot still being stuck in the boot! Heh.)
The weather here is absolutely gorgeous lately, in the 70's and 80's. It is making me crave hikes and swimming and mountain climbing. Those are all things I can't do for now, but it gives me stuff to really look forward to. I'm sure it's at least partly because of the boot that I'm so antsy too. Sitting around makes me want to get up and fidget. Oddly, I've also added a bunch of shoes to my Amazon Wishlist. I can't even wear most of them right now, but I've become a total shoe whore, staring at them and wishing I was wearing them. Again, I blame the boot. I've always liked shoes, but I hate shoe shopping (I have a pain in the bum shoe size), and I'm also not like a typical "girl" I suppose. Most of my female friends growing up had loads and loads of shoes. I was pretty happy with a couple basic pairs of heels, a pair of sneakers, and a couple of dressier flats. My Dad on the other hand has huge tubs of shoes in the basement! We're talking bins that are five feet long and two feet wide! Huge! My Dad must be the one in our family who got the shoe fetish. Shoes are nice, but I really just like feet. >:)
So, that's where me and my little foot are at. Nothing too exciting for sure, but we're getting by, slowly. Here is hoping that in a month, I have better news. And, an orthopedic shoe.
Chocolate Wine
- How A Slut Prefers Her Wine
I've recently discovered chocolate wine! I don't drink it that often, maybe once or twice per week with dinner, but it is so tasty. It's chocolately, and it's also red wine, so that means it's good for my heart on not one, but two counts right? Well, after making myself a half glass, and topping it with a penis ice recently, I realized that this probably isn't how most people drink their wine. Ok, so if the MIL was coming over, I probably wouldn't serve it to her like this. But, wine (or any drink) just tastes so much better with a penis in it. Try it! You'll like it! ::Peer Pressure::
MASTER SMASH THINGS!!
When we moved in we had all sorts of issues with the shower in the dungeon. Actually, the toilet didn't work either, but we managed to fix it ourselves (not really wanting to deal with the maintenance team). Master and me are pretty sure that whoever lived here before us never used that spare bathroom, or they broke it just before leaving and didn't bother to inform maintenance themselves. Thanks guys, that's some nice karma you've got going on.
Ahem.
Master had me call in the maintenance work myself, seeing as how I'm waiting for my foot to heal still. This way if they come into the house, I'm not missing out on work sitting by waiting for them to show up. Unfortunately, at both complexes we have lived in since moving out to Colorado, maintenance here is absolutely deplorable. (Would you believe they don't even plow for snow? Obnoxious). We've been given the run around, and it always takes a minimum of one week to get even the smallest of issues taken care of out here.
Finally, after waiting forever (slight exaggeration), we got a guy to come out and look at our shower. I was the only one home at the time, and he just barged in without even knocking. (Obnoxious). He mentioned he was there to fix the toilet, and I pointed out that the woman I spoke to on the phone said that they were supposed to fix the shower and toilet both at once. He said that he was only going to fix the toilet. The toilet had been running for almost a week at that point, and Master knew what the problem was, but saw no reason to spend money to fix it. That's why we live in an apartment complex. The guy opens up the back of the toilet, says he doesn't see the problem, and that he'll come back that same day if the toilet starts running again when he leaves. Annoyed, I started to sign the paper saying he'd been there that day, when he says that (oops) he's noticed that I was right, and he did need to fix the shower that day. (Obnoxious).
So, he goes into the other bathroom, tells me that the other shower was working fine, and that he could turn the dial with no problem. Just to say, Master's hands are incredibly strong, and he has been able to turn the handle but has struggled with it himself. I'm not sure the guy even checked. He was really aggressive and told me to just sign his paper so he could leave. I should have been more thorough and insisted that he show me it works, but I didn't. I was just kind of blind sided by his rudeness, and I let him go.
Of course, that night when Master comes home, the toilet is running again, and of course the shower doesn't work. Master was so angry, I'd never seen him so mad. He asked me to give him a run-down about what happened, and then he called up the main office. I have never seen him so angry!
The poor woman he was on the phone with was being so nice (Master put her on speakerphone), but Master was screaming at her and was at his wits end. Master and me are pretty happy people in general. We don't tend to let the small stuff get us angry, even if we do get annoyed now and then. When he got off the phone, he was still huffing and puffing and just plain pissed!
I asked him what was bothering him so much. After all, it's not the first time we've been douched over by maintenance before. I pointed out that neither of us had to miss work for this, so it wasn't that bad because I could be home when they come back for sure. The next thing Master said to me was completely not what I expected:
"I can't fucking stand when men think it's OK to pull that shit on girls!"
"What?"
"He KNEW what was wrong! He knew you did not know what was wrong! And, because he didn't want to do the work order he made you sign the paper without doing anything!"
"Yeah, but you do that shit to me all the time." Giggles. "It's OK. He's just some asshole."
"But you are MINE! And I can treat you that way, but not some asshole who doesn't even know you!"
Fuming. He was just so pissed off. I didn't mean to, but I smiled a little. He wasn't angry that I was being treated poorly. He was angry that I was being treated poorly by someone who didn't have permission to do so. It was really kind of sweet.
So, of course the guy didn't come back that day. In fact, it took another five days to send someone else out to fix our shower, but having Master stand up for me like that was so hot and beautiful at the same time. I am lucky to have him.
My Prince Charming. <3
* * * *
Later that night, Master and me went out to Five Guys Burgers And Fries. He admitted to me that he felt bad. The guy he really wanted to ream out was not that really nice woman on the phone, it was the fucking asshat that came by the house. He told me he wanted to buy her a cookie or something to say sorry. I grinned, and was really happy he mentioned that. It takes a lot of balls to not only admit you were wrong, but to try to make good on it. And, too few people apologize sincerely when they really ought to.
After our dinner we had to do our grocery shopping, and Master picked out a chocolate gourmet cupcake to bring the woman the next day. He apologized, explained that he was really sorry, he never should have yelled at her, and that he was just angry about the guy who showed up. The woman he gave the cupcake to was over the moon, accepted his apology (and the cupcake), and all was well.
My Fucking Prince Charming. <3
