Sunday, May 31, 2009

trollops for Dummies





The Care and Feeding of Your trollop: A Guide for the Dominant Owner/Handler

trollops are generally sweet, loving creatures, not to be confused with doxies or slatterns who will slide a shiv between the ribs on a whim or the common troll who only seeks sex and destruction. The feral trollop must be tamed and domesticated through firm, consistent training and equal amounts of hands-on affection and discipline. Without those, however, the trollop is potentially a vicious animal with sharp teeth, claws and a razor-like wit that will eviscerate one who mishandles her.


Basic Information and Hints about Your trollop:
Before anything else, an Owner or Handler must understand that his new trollop is his equal. She simply lives on the other end of a “need” spectrum. Her personality needs to be submissive as his needs to be dominant. That she is submissive at heart and will is not a choice, but that she is submissive to his individual will is a choice that she makes in pleasure, not because she is weak, but because she is just as strong as her Owner.


trollops are generally happy creatures who usually wear a smile or grin. They love to tease and play and avoid drama, unless there is popcorn available for her to munch on as an audience member. Though trollops strive to be even-tempered, mellow and relaxed, there is a nasty beast of a temper within each trollop that does occasionally spring out. The clever Owner will know how to handle said beast as a situation may arise, though it is worth noting that letting a trollop stew in fury is never, ever a wise choice and will likely result in Bad Things.


Your pet trollop has another life. If you respect hers, she will respect yours and never begrudge a second of it. Together, you have a combined life which is all she can and will enjoy to the fullest. Your trollop wants to hear about your day and your other life in detail because she cares for you and will never be jealous of that which does not concern her. She expects the same.


Because trollops are social animals, they frequently tease and flirt, however, the beloved Owner can trust that the trollop will not stray as long as her needs are met. Yes, this is a challenge. If you cannot live up to it, you should not attempt to own a trollop. Neither of you will be happy.
As well as being social creatures, trollops, ironic nicknames or not, are rather clever and thus require that ownership, claims and play be made public so that other trollops know that both the Owner/Handler and the trollop are claimed, even temporarily. This helps to alleviate many instances of trollop heart-break, inadvertent seduction attempts and allows for an entertaining social life. trollops very much dislike being kept as a secret pet and will never have a secret or even discreet Owner /Handler.


Note: With the above being said, trollops do not share their Owners/Handlers with other trollops. Instructors of young trollops frequently send letters home stating, “Does not share well, reckless and runs with scissors”. This trait lasts well into adulthood and old age. Should a trollop find out that she is sharing, the trollop is likely to turn on her Owner/Handler, which is never a good thing as trollops are vengeful creatures. This information may not apply when the trollop is safe, secure and comfortable and said sharing is consensual to both trollop and Owner and sharing is mutual and simultaneous.


Note Two: It is worth mentioning here that trollops are bi-sexual, polyamorous (in controlled circumstances) and are comfortable topping any but her Owner. trollops are rarely comfortable bottoming for another, though, in time, the Owner, should he wish it, could work on that comfort level.


Words are always your friend when dealing with a trollop, feral or domesticated. Happy, sad, angry or confused, the trollop should always s know what her Owner is feeling and seeking. Should it be negative, the trollop will always want to please her Owner in the way that is best for both, no matter what the outcome, even separation.


Hint: Never shield her from possible pain or reality if it is inevitable. She is stronger than she looks and will always recover from drama or trauma.


Hint two: Never lie to a trollop. Nothing will make a trollop turn on her Owner faster than an untruth, a “grey area” or even a “you didn’t ask”. A trollop will always prefer to be shattered by the truth than doubt actions and meanings. Being more open and honest than you may feel is needed will help soothe a trollop’s natural trust issues. It is difficult to regain a trollop’s trust once it has been lost. (Citations needed for actual instances of this happening.)


Most trollops are far more shy and discreet than they appear. They do not appreciate gossip or discussion about their mating habits, state of mind or relationships with those outside of the relationship, except in the most vague and glowing terms. This also applies after a relationship with a trollop is finished. While most trollops do not want to eulogize a relationship with an Owner, they do not mind reiteration of the rules of discretion after the relationship is finished, should those rules be broken. Said reiteration is usually loud, uncomfortable and unpleasant for both.


Note: Exception to this may be when the trollop is with her Owner and is having a candid or teasing discussion with friends. The limits of such play ought to be agreed upon, either tacitly or not, beforehand.


Note Two: Opinions concerning the trollop or her Owner or their relationship, other than the opinions of the trollop and her Owner, are irrelevant. No one else is present or active in the relationship between the Owner and his trollop, thus no one else has the right to an opinion.


Behavior and Your trollop:
While trollops are very much human females and though they purr, scratch and may “meow” at times, they respond best to an alpha-wolf/beta-wolf relationship. The same instinctive and learned dominant behaviors practiced by wolves also keep trollops secure and feeling safe and loved. The trollop will respond to her Owner in many familiar ways: nuzzling, gently nipping or kissing her Owner’s jaw and neck, seeking to rest underneath him, even in non-intimate times, and she will bare her nape, throat and belly to him in submission.


It is in the nature of a trollop to nip or bite a beloved Owner. Worry not, she is only testing her teeth and will never do damage. She will only bite her Owner once she knows that he can handle the pain of her teeth and that every bite is still the action of a submissive animal. The Owner of a trollop should bite her to show his Dominance of her. The back of the neck is one of the best places to bite, reminding the trollop of her submission, followed by the shoulders, neck and breasts. When a trollop exposes her throat, the Dominant Owner may chose to place his teeth on it, as an alpha wolf would to pack member, but he should always avoid biting as it may damage the trollop. The Owner should always bite harder than the trollop does, as she enjoys it.


trollops need to be handled frequently. Petting; stroking; caressing; binding; controlled hair pulling; and the considered and expert application of sensual, physical pain are all good ways to keep the trollop tame to your hand.


For later sleeping comfort, keep a stack of towels next to the bed or play space. Always use at least one when enjoying a trollop, though for a very excited trollop, two or three are recommended. It is suggested that you encourage your trollop to relax and enjoy herself so that you may be witness to a miracle of the female body and praise her well afterward, to keep her from being embarrassed or shy and trying to limit her future reactions.


A leash may be used as a training tool or toy, however, the trollop, once caught and tamed, is a faithful and constant companion and may be trusted off–leash when alone or on walks.


There are times when a trollop uses language unbecoming of a lady. This is usually only when her ire is raised to “intolerable” or when she is writhing underneath her Owner in the deepest throes of passion. The former should be corrected, the latter should not be. In fact, should the Owner feel the need, trollops do enjoy having such language growled into their ears in the heat of passion.


While trollops enjoy sitting in laps, she also enjoys kneeling or curling up around her Owner’s legs. The Owner that appreciates having a trollop on the floor should not, however, be surprised, if she nips his inner thigh on a whim.


trollops enjoy wrestling with their Owners and consider it an enjoyable way to expend energy. Though they know that it is usually fruitless, they will ferociously try to win. A defeated trollop on her back or belly, panting, with her hands captured above her head and legs and hips pinned by the bigger, stronger Owner, is usually a happy one. This is another time that she can completely submit to her Owner and will do so happily.


A trollop is rarely completely still, some part of her is usually wiggling. When in doubt, check her feet and toes. Like a greyhound, a trollop has two states: bouncing/running and curled up, resting. It’s always best to tussle and run with your trollop before expecting quiet cuddles, to work her energy out. Otherwise, the unsuspecting Owner may find himself tussling in the middle of a planned quiet moment.


The Naughty trollop – Efficient Discipline Techniques for Your trollop:
As a rule, the word “No” should be used frequently as a trollop will test her owner just to see when he will say it, if ever. The savvy Owner will sense when he is being tested or pushed at and put a stop to it immediately. However, do not confuse genuine want or need with pushing. A desire for more of an Owner’s attention or time is rarely an attempt to top from the bottom, but is, instead, a genuine call for affection which should be indulged as often as possible and will keep your trollop well-behaved and even tempered.


Training tip: One firm, well-understood “no” or saying her name is all your trollop will need to heel. A soft growl is also effective. Yelling her name or a loud growl will cause your trollop to drop to the floor and cower. You may trust her instinct to obey and your training to control her. Concise explanations for using the word aid in discipline, but are not always needed. "Because I said so" is also an acceptable answer.


Spankings and the careful application of physical pain are never suitable punishment methods, when and if punishment is needed as these are considered to be foreplay and the trollop enjoys them. The only exception is a swat on the tush in response to a minor infraction than does not warrant actual punishment. In this instance, the trollop will usually bend over, offering her tush for a swat because she has been deliberately impudent in teasing her Owner.


Suitable punishment methods include, but are not limited to: the precise application of guilt or shame, though the Owner should know that the trollop already feels both, exclusion from a conversation or room, being excused from socializing for the rest of the evening (or another suitable amount of time) and a reminder of expected behavior standards. The clever Owner will have many other methods of punishment that are applicable to specific situations. The Owner should know that a trollop is very good at guilt on her own, however, and being left to it is frequently enough. Punishment and accompanying apologies, once completed, should end within a reasonable amount of time, and the matter considered over and closed.


In Summary:
trollops make wonderful submissives, pets, lovers and partners, if one has the time, patience and energy to deal with one. An Owner/Handler must always pay attention to the dangers of owning a trollop, but with affection and care, your trollop will be a loving, faithful companion for years to come.


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Friday, May 29, 2009

An Old Blog from August of 2007


Ok...so, here's the thing...Yahoo 360 is apparently shutting down and I was told my my fellow blogger to go and get whatever I want before it goes bye-bye. I'm relatively certain I've done this before but I'm doing it again and I came across this blog and felt it needed to be shared again...it's almost 2 years old but I think it's still pretty relevant.

WARNING:

1) This blog is excessively long. Read at your own peril. B) The first part of this blog is a collection of stories/quotes culled from other sites. (isn't culled a much nicer word than stolen?)
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"Learn To Write In The Sand"

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. At a specific point of the journey they had an argument and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without anything to say he wrote in the sand: "TODAY, MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE."

They kept on walking until they found an oasis where they decided to take a bath. The one who got slapped and hurt started drowning and the other friend saved him. When he recovered from the fright he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE."

The friend who saved and slapped his best friend asked him, "Why, after I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone?" The other friend, smiling, replied: "When a friend hurts us, we should write it down in the sand, where the winds of forgiveness get in charge of erasing it away, and when something great happens, we should engrave it in the stone of the memory of the heart, where no wind can erase it"
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Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. ~C.S. Lewis
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"You have to give up something to be a success in business. There's not time for
everything. Me...I have very little time for my spiritual life. I don't have a civic life. And I
do very little with friendships—anything that doesn't have to do with business. I don't
have time to cultivate relationships that aren't profitable."
Lorraine Mecca, successful businesswoman
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In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day one fellow met the great philosopher and said, "Do you know what I just heard about your friend?"

"Hold on a minute," Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."

"Triple filter?"

"That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say. That's why i call it the Triple Filter Test. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"

"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and..."

"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me, about my friend something good?"

"No, on the contrary..."

"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true or even good? You may still pass the test though, because there's one filter left: the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?"

"No, not really."

"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell me at all?"

This is why Socrates was a great philosopher and held in high esteem. Friend use this Triple Filter Test each time you hear loose talk about any of your near and dear friends.


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I've been thinking. A lot, actually. The above quotes are the one that keep talking to me...along with a couple of songs (That's When You Find Out Who Your Friends Are -Tracey Lawrence & Friends, If You're Going Through Hell – Rodney Atkins and You've Got A Friend – Carole King)

I do not like the word “friend”. In this day of “instant friendship” it is over and ill-used. I know the internet allows you to “meet” people you may never have met otherwise. And, since I met one of my dearest and best friends online, I am a big believer that it does happen. But I have seen too many people call someone “friend” before they really know the person.

I need another word...more than an acquaintance, less than a friend. A friend is someone I can call at 3am and not only will they pick up the phone but I won't have to apologize for calling. A friend is someone who, when you lose your job/spouse/whatever, will cry with you – then get you drunk, laugh at you and tell you to get over it.

I mentioned in an earlier blog that my best friend is Satan. We've been friends for 35 years...36 next week. We've had our ups and downs – gone for weeks and sometimes months without talking (okay, when we were teenagers...oh, the drama...and once when we were adults) and everyone was sure we were finished. We both knew we weren't – we needed time to get over what we were pissed off about. Example – when we were adults – we were both going through divorce (our divorces were finalized within a week of each other – freaky, huh?) and I had a part time job with a couple who were also divorcing. Yes, they worked together. Actually, she was his boss. Anyway, he and I were spending a lot of time together - “friends” commiserating/sharing. One night, he made a pass at me. I knew I wasn't ready and I also knew he wasn't the kind of guy I could get involved with for any number of reasons so I let the pass go over my head. A week or so later, Satan had a beer or two too many and confessed that she and the guy had kissed.

I was pissed. Not that she had kissed him or he had kissed her – but because of the way she chose to tell me. The two of us were sitting with the guy at a restaurant. Betrayal? Yeah...because she knew I liked him. I left that night and was determined I would NEVER talk to her again. I was done and she knew it. The next day, I get a call at work from her – she's panicked because there's something wrong with her niece (who was pregnant) and they thought she was going to lose the baby. I did what I always did and talked her down off the ledge. I was still pissed, but I cannot turn my back on a person in pain. And she was my best friend.

However, I blocked her from my buddy list and wouldn't answer her emails. I didn't have caller ID so I did pick up the phone and her niece and the baby were fine. After I was sure the crisis had passed, I started screening my calls.

A month goes by and I'm living my life...still missing her because after 30+ years of talking two and three times a day and sharing everything, it's hard to just stop. And, truth be told, even though most of the time it was all about her, I remember the times it wasn't all about her. When she was there because I needed a friend.

I hadn't blocked all of her screennames, just her main one. She signed on under a different name and IM'd me. “I need a huge favor.” Needless to say, I was incredulous. We haven't spoken for a month and she's got the balls to ask for a favor? When she was the cause of the rift? Her Uncle Jim was dying and she wanted to know if I would go with her to see him. *Sighs* It was a good 90 minute ride there and back. I went. I didn't say two words to her all the way there – I stared out my window and I remember crying at one point because that stupid Celine Dion song came on the radio (no, not that one – the other one) and it reminded me of my honeymoon when I couldn't turn the radio on without hearing that song and it was such the perfect “couple-y” song **eyeroll** - I didn't want her to see me cry so I stared out the window even harder. We got there, and she went in to visit...I said hello to Uncle Jim (I had grown up knowing her family like she had grown up knowing mine) then left her alone with him. We stopped at McDonald's on the way back and the conversation was of the “it looks like rain” variety. It was another two weeks or so before we got together and talked it over and out. And of course we worked it out. Was there ever a choice? No. Because we were FRIENDS. We WORKED at it – not for hours or days or even weeks or months – YEARS...and constantly.

And the guy? Haven't talked to him in three or four years - and neither has Satan. That's the thing - people have tried to come between us *shakes head* they can't. Why? Because if someone tells me she said something...I actually go and ask her "what the hell man?" and we TALK about it, and figure out what happened and why - and woe betide the person who tried.

ALL relationships take TIME and EFFORT. Not just lovers/partners – friendships demand time too. Anything – EVERYTHING – worth having or doing takes time and effort. It's not easy. And it's not instantaneous.

This long rambly blog is because I have witnessed a number of “friendships” implode over the past two weeks or so.

Here's the thing: if they're that easily broken, they weren't friendships to begin with. Friendships are built over time. LOOOONG time...not three weeks of reading a blog and talking in PMs and emails. It takes time, laughter, tears, compromise and a genuine affection for the person. If you don't know my last name...how are you my friend?

My 360 “friends” are people I have something in common with...but the word “friend” is a misnomer. Buddy, pal, chum – pick one. You want to get to know me? Great, I love meeting new people...hit my Yahoo IM window, drop me a message or an email.

Knowing my name and birthday doesn't make you my friend. Standing up for me when someone is bad mouthing me – that makes you a friend. Refusing to listen to the gossip about me – that's a friend. Coming to me when you have a question or have heard something I supposedly said or did – that's a friend. Don't give your “friendship” away so easily – it's a precious commodity – and once you DO give it away...MEAN IT.

Anyone I have befriended, I will always befriend. Whether they stop being my friend or not...I don't walk away, you'll find me right where you left me.

Think That'll Do It,

Laurie

Thursday, May 28, 2009

So...I don't know where this came from or where it's going...

if anywhere...

(tentatively titled)

Starting Over

Taking a deep breath, he walked in, smile on his face.


“Hi honey,” he said, dropping a light kiss on her cheek before settling into the chair next to her. The beeps kept him company, as they always did. A muted television and distant echoes of an intercom were also ever-present. The kids had never been allowed – he wouldn't have allowed them even if they had been.


“Rob and Rick got accepted to the same school in New Hampshire. They're excited. They're doing well, hon. Really well. Jimmy's ten now, can you believe it? He's doing well in school finally. Janice has been a great help. With Leah, too, actually. She's not getting into fights anymore. She'll be twelve next week...but you knew that. They've got some friends now, they're not as withdrawn and sad and scared.” He prattled on watching her eyes, her face, waiting for a reaction. When none came, he continued. “Honey...there's no easy way to say this...” the first tear slid down his face unnoticed, the ones that followed, ignored. “I – I filed the papers today. You must think I'm a heartless bastard and I don't blame you but,” he hesitated – how much should he tell her? “I've met someone else Cassie. I didn't mean for it to happen. It was at one of the group meetings...” he trailed off again, still watching her for some reaction. And still, none came.


“Her name is Anna, she has twins, a boy and a girl, about Jimmy's age and they get along well. Leah's turning into a wonderful young woman. I – I talked to Janice and she thought it would be okay. It's been five years Cass...and I love you as I've always loved you. But ...you're not the you you were anymore. God, I know that sounds so shallow and I'm sorry.” He bent over, sobbing, his head against her thigh. He hadn't expected this to be easy, nor had he expected it to be this hard. He remembered their first date, she'd spilled grape juice on him at lunchtime. They'd been six at the time. That's how long he'd loved her, forty years and married for twenty two of them. It wasn't supposed to end like this. They were supposed to grow old – together. Rocking chairs and grandbabies and stories of their life together. Not like this, never like this. Her hand absently stroked his head. He knew it meant nothing but it made him sob harder.


Finally, he straighted up and drew a ragged breath, dragging his hand over his face, wiped away the treacherous tears. “Thing is Cass, I can't come anymore. My company is in rough shape and they've transferred me to Boston. Janice promised she'd still come around and visit. I'll be sure to send her pictures of the kids for you.” He sighed. Her had had fallen back into her lap when he sat up and her eyes were still vacant. “The house is on the market and the divorce,” he voice caught in his throat, “will be final next week. We're moving at the end of the month.” It was May now, trees were in bloom and green and the world seemed full of promise, the perfect time of year to start over.


He stood up and kissed her cheek again, pausing briefly with his head against her temple. “I'll always love you Cassie,” he said softly before turning and walking to the door and knocking to be let out. He looked back one last time before before the door closed behind him. As he walked down the corridor and out the front door of the Shelton Institute for the Criminally Insane, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle and looked back and up at the window that housed his wife. She was standing in the window, hand pressed against the pane, a smile that looked more like a snarl twisted her lips. He couldn't see them very well, but he knew that the insanity burned in her previously vacant eyes. He stood there, looking up at her wondering if they'd ever know why. If she'd ever be lucid enough to tell them, if she'd even remember what she'd done. Tearing himself away, he headed to the parking lot. He had one more stop to make but decided he'd put that off for another day. He'd had enough of today.

Think That'll Do It
Laurie



Sunday, May 3, 2009

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Thursday, March 5, 2009

Oh my...

It's been far too long since I've imparted any words in this space. I could sit here and blame it on a busy schedule, life, kids, or the man, but that would all be a lie. Well maybe not a bold faced lie, but a tiny smidgen of one.

Quite simply, I haven't felt much like blogging or writing. I finally broke through that this past weekend with a six single spaced typed tease for the man. Gosh it felt good to write again. The benevolent one also cracked my arse into gear with the novel in the works- - Chains... or so it's been aptly coined while its a WIP. You can read the first couple of chapters at The Masque. I have yet to send the next 4 chapters out for grammar and fine tooth comb beta, but I'm working on it.

I had someone read strictly for content, and was pleased with their comment about flow and story line. I'm more convinced than ever that the outline is doing the trick. Can't have a project this big (22+ chapters) without an outline.

In typical fashion, just like most of the short stories I write for TM, I let the story just flow and realized I didn't like where it was going. No, let me take that back, I liked what I wrote, it was just far too soon in the story for that particular story line.

So with the none too gentle prodding from cis, I did pick up the chapters and found right where I wanted to clean it up. I kept what I wrote, just labeled it for use in later chapters.

I'm also completely enamored with a story series in TM, from dweaver. Let me elaborate, I love ALL of his stories, but this one is particularly intriguing me. It's sci fi and it's full of sex- inter species sex.

I'm envious at his ability to weave such intricate characters. Some would say that it's easier to write about the unknown because you can make it whatever you want it to be. There are no rules of engagement, no defined parameters- you can literally make it up as you go--- right?

I don't think so. There are quite a few authors in TM who have the ability to create the unknown and make it seem so real. I'm jealous.

It's the same thing with the fan fic writers in TWA.

They take Harry Potter and create these alternate scenarios of situations that are already defined and bring them to new heights. Cis won't tell you as such, but hers Weft of Power, Warp of Blood: A Tapestry of Desire is my favorite there. Not only has she given this epic years of creation, she has also taken it to a level that I've not seen from any other fan fic writer out there. She has created an entire parallel world that coinsides directly with the original characters and story line of the series. I've often told her that with some changes, she could have a series all of her own. She doesn't believe me of course, but I know. I always know.


I've even had some fun playing games on the forum boards.

Ever try to write a Haiku off the top of your head, or change one letter in a word to make it another? What about adding only three words to a story? There's lots of fun to be had there and we're always looking for more input.


So, in a nutshell. I've come out of my writing shell so to speak. I'm done with my haitus, or hopefully anyway.

So, with any luck, you'll see me poking around TM, and hopefully I'll see you there too!!!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Another Trip Through My Brain

Again, I must ask that you please leave your feet and hands inside the brain at all times. No, you can not have a drink of water and please don't mix the memories, I think they're finally in the right order.



Random thoughts... I have them and I have them often. I believe I suffer from adult onset ADD (which I may have mentione) NOT ADHD...cuz the only thing hyper about me is my thoughts. I also suffer from OCD...Oh...huge...about stupid stuff and I know it's stupid but I do it anyway.



1) I have this blanket with a big old grizzly bear (or, maybe it's a brown bear or a kodiak...not sure...it's just REALLY big...) on it and when I sleep with it, the bear's head has to be by my head or I can't sleep. This is completely nuts but if the bear's feet are near my head, it makes me a little crazy.



B) My socks have to match. This may not seem odd to you...however, if you stop to consider that all my socks are white and most of them are half-calf...then you understand that it's just a little obsessive to "match" them...but there are some that are thicker than others, some that have gray heels and toes, some that have red stitching across the toe with "Hanes" on them. I cannot handle mix-n-match. Last night, I was late for work because the pair I grabbed wasn't matched properly...I had one Hanes and one "not hanes". I tried...believe me, I tried so hard to just go with it...and couldn't. I had to find another pair.



Red) Don't touch my computer screen. Don't leave fingerprints on it. Wrap the cords properly.



4) If I start watching a movie...even if it's one I've seen 100 times or one I hate...I have to watch it to the end. Seriously, I cannot turn a movie off in the middle. Now, I KNOW the movie isn't going to change from the last time I saw it...but it might...and I need to make sure it doesn't.



These are just off the top of my head. There is a certain world order I adhere to and it's a little crazy, I admit it. That covers my OCD. Well, some of it. Oh...and I hate internet speak. Except for LOL and the like. But...is it soooo hard to spell YOU that you have to shorten it to "u"? or ARE "r". Pls. Srsly. GtRl. L8R Dood. ARGHHHH. I don't want to have to decode what I'm reading. I like to READ it, get what I need from it and move on with my day.



As to my ADD...see, I didn't start this blog with this in mind, it just evolved here... the original point of my post was this.



I think President Obama is going about this stimulus package all wrong. Instead of shelling out 825BILLION dollars for "infrastructure" and what*ever... I think every tax payer (notice...TAX PAYER) should get 500k.



Now...that sounds a little crazy, I know...but it would be cheaper and it would definitely stimulate the economy. It could stabilize the housing and car markets and allow people to actually...I dunno... go OUT to dinner and a movie so that the restaurant and cinemas could stay in business. They would also have some disposable income for those big ticket items... tvs, ipods, computers, laptops... Spore...gods I covet that game but with an almost 70$ price tag I won't buy it until I can get it used at gamestop for 20 or 30. Especially since there are expansion pack thingies.



Also...I have an issue with taxes...well, several.



1) I shouldn't have to pay them. I mean, I'm not afforded the same rights as everyone else, so why should I pay for them? Oh, yeah...exactly. I'm a little annoyed about the whole marriage bill thing since my gf needs to be put on my insurance and I can't afford her. Grr. Argh.



B) There's something on the radio about how Donald Trump and his chauffeur both share the same... something about the top tax whatever. It boils down to this...everyone pays X% ... So... for the sake of easy math - let's say everyone pays 10% of their income. Donald Trump Makes 100,000$ per year and the chauffeur makes 1000$ a year (again, simple math). 10% of 100,000$ is 10,000, 10% or 1000$ is 100. Donald is definitely paying more in taxes but the chauffeur is feeling it more. Some people think Donald should pay more because he makes more...but that hardly seems fair. I mean, in some ways it makes sense but it doesn't seem fair to tax people for working hard and making lots of money. So Donald pays his taxes, plus his chauffeur's salary (and hundreds of other salaries) and now we think he should pay for the chauffeur's son's public education, the roads that lead to the buildings he's putting up and the water facility to clean the water that will be pumped into his buildings. Ummm...Yeah...something isn't right there. Why should someone else foot the bill for something we all need and use?



Yeah, I don't have an answer for this. At all. Some people can only make 1000$ a year...for whatever reason their circumstances are. But I hardly think the Donald Trumps of this world should pay for the 14 children that crazy woman in California had. No one forced that woman to have the children, she CHOSE to. I don't think taxpayers...any taxpayers...should be forced to foot the bill for someone else's stupidity and irresponsibility. No accountability for her actions...she's expecting to be paid for her interviews, is expecting free stuff from baby places. Huh...and here I was thinking you were responsible for your own children (crazy of me, I know, given the field I work in and the neglected kids I see every day).



I'm also having neighbor issues. I truly hate apartment living.



Think That'll Do It,




Laurie

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

*grins* I love that Caught has taken to this blog so quickly – I think it was a good idea, don’t you?

Life in the forest has been a “grand adventure.”

Thursday, Spirit, my big boy greyhound, was put in an E-collar because of obsessive licking his leg into raw meat. Stelle, the whining shadow little gal greyhound, was diagnosed with Canine Separation Anxiety after getting used to having us home during the snowstorm. School called to say that the blonde didn't feel well - then called again to say she was vomiting - she came home and slept all day.

Friday, my MIL had open heart surgery. I didn't go to the hospital until late afternoon, when the word "complications" was used because of the blonde's tummy - though she did feel measurably better by Friday afternoon.

MIL was out of surgery after about 6 hours. Her
aortic valve was replaced with a pig valve. The dr decided not to repair the small hole that caused her heart murmur or the prolapsed mitral valve because the time it would take to do the repairs would kill her. The major complication was because of the calcification, the dr was unable to completely seal the new valve to the heart and it started leaking. He is very young and apparently a rock star in the field and so did something that only 400 doctors know how to do. He basically saran wrapped the heart with cow intestine that will catch the leaking blood and return it to the heart for reprocessing.

He said many times that she has a very, very sick heart and he was surprised that she was even walking around. Her heart was so covered and blocked by coral-like stuff that it had blocked her valves to have openings of the size of a pencil eraser. The ensuing pressure over so long has made her heart muscle grow because it has worked so hard (like biceps when they work hard become larger). Her heart had grown to four times the size it should be (about the size of your fist). When the valve was removed, it shattered into 8 pieces - normally, it comes out in 1 or 2. Over time her heart will reduce in size, though will never be normal again.

He's kept her in a chemical coma to ease her body into evening back out. Her heart is beating on its own but she had a pacemaker now to keep it steady and strong for now. She has 1:1 nursing care and family is camped almost 24/7. BIL#2 is staying with wheelchair-bound BIL#1. MIL's sister, yelled (literally) at all of the kids except Dane about having regular checkups and not letting this happen to them. She is, understandably, stressed and did apologize to the kids later.

Friday night, Dane took me out to a wonderful dinner at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse for my birthday. It was, of course, delightful - until dessert where I spilled at least a tablespoon of molten chocolate cake down my white cashmere sweater. Twice. Yes, I have a photo - it's stunning. *eyeroll*

Late Friday night, the blonde started vomiting again. Saturday morning, I did. It is now, officially called "Pukeapallooza". I had a head/nose/throat cold - and stomach flu. The blonde has recovered completely. We have not been back to the hospital and we will not be going. When MIL is awake, we'll call.

Sunday, the doctor added a feeding tube so her body would start processing food and said that she looks wonderful for everything that her body has been through. He is starting to wean her off the coma chemicals so she can wake up. His prognosis is "guardedly optimistic".

She’s had a lot of problems when they try to lower the morphine or take the respirator out. On Monday, it was discovered that her left lung collapsed, full of mucus – it was vacuumed out and re-inflated. They will try to pull the tube out today, I hear.

I’ve been home sick since Saturday. This cold is kicking my butt but I’m very lucky to have an employer who offered the time off. Of course, I couldn’t even answer a phone in this condition, but still, it was very kind.


On the 7th (though really, it was still "my birthday" on the 6th because I hadn't been to bed yet) I updated my story Weft of Power, Warp of Blood: A Tapestry of Desire through chapter 50. The chapter had been in my head for so very long that actually geting it out on paper then .doc was amazing to me. I had such a terrible time trying to write it, too. I had images and many lines that had been bumping around in my head that trying to work them into complete thoughts and coherant sentances was brutal. I expect that it won't get too much better form here on out since I'm leading to the climax of the story now. It's really cool to see everything I've been writing for so long come into being in real, honest to God words! Chapter 50 is entitled "Bought and Paid For" and includes the hours before and the Ministry 'Arabian Nights slave auction' that formalizes the relationship between Severus and Kiaya.

I’ve been able to catch up on some reading at The Masque in my time off. I’m so excited that dweaver999 has started a sequel of his Galactic Slave story, called Galactic Slut. This man’s writing thrills me. It’s elegant, evocative and ever so titillating. It’s also some darned good sci-fi with different species of aliens, an ominous villain Big Brother, far off worlds and Crystal, Susan’s implanted… well... I wouldn’t say symbiot, but Crystal certainly has a personality. Take a read – it’s wonderful stuff.