Thinking [pivotal] Thursday

There are those times in life that are truly pivotal moments.  They can be rare, with years in between, or you can have many of those moments in a relatively short period of time.  That moment you realize you want to spend your life with someone.  The birth of a child.  The total shifting of the dynamic in your relationship. The click in your brain when you drop all pretense and let the world see who you really are…

Okay, maybe you don’t let the world see, but you let your Husband/Sir see.  No holds barred.  No stone unturned.  Kind of a ‘This is ME, take me or… well… please just take me’ moment.  I had one of those, which has led to days of amazement and near-euphoria.

I am flat-out stunned, and happy, and over-the-moon!  So much so, that I cannot think straight.  With all of my heart, I want to capture how I’m feeling and get it on the page.  But no matter how many times I try, the words just won’t come and I get very sidetracked.  It’s a great problem to have. 😉

I will say this, though:  I cannot stop smiling. There is no room for anything but happy!  My Sir constantly surpasses my wildest dreams.  I was once worried I would get bored, but after 17 years, I can assure you – there is NOT A CHANCE of that happening!  We have already had such a great life together and I know, without a doubt, it will only get better.  Happy – what a great place to be!

How could you possibly NOT be happy after listening to that?!  That is officially my morning theme song.
Hope everyone has a Happy Thursday, Happy Weekend, Happy Life!


Valentine’s Gift

My blog has been quiet for a week, but I sure haven’t been!  This past week held conversations I never thought I would (or COULD) have with my Sir.  Secrets revealed, lines beyond blurred, hidden fantasies brought to light – I completely opened myself up.  Guess what?  My Sir didn’t run, he didn’t judge… HE DIDN’T EVEN BAT AN EYE!  Maybe I never was as good as keeping things under wraps as I thought I was.  I feel… lighter… somehow.  I have been giddy (and so damn frisky) all week!  So giddy, in fact, that I grew some lady balls and made my Sir a Valentine’s gift.

Would you like to know what I made?  Here’s a hint… tripod, camera, editing software, many hours scantily clad.  Yes, you guessed it… photos!  I worked really hard on them, liked them at first, hated them after looking at them for so long, sent them to friends to get an opinion… and decided I may as well give them to Him.  I’ll admit, I did hide my face while He looked at the album and there might have been a bit of nervous laughter and tears, but I did it.  He seemed to like the album very much.  Maybe next time, I will hand them over with a little more confidence.

I’m feeling a little brave, but not sure how long that’ll last.  Until I change my mind, this is me:

Happy belated Valentine’s Day!!
I hope everyone’s week/weekend was as fantastic as mine – communication wins again!

If you want to get your own ball of fun rolling, this questionnaire is pretty entertaining to do with your partner!

~ [not so] shygirl


I don’t want to choose the lightbulbs.


Oh sure, I am capable of choosing lightbulbs. If lightbulbs were on my shopping list, or my task list from Sir, I’d choose some mighty fine bulbs and be happy to do it. But when Sir and I are in the aisle together, I just have no desire to choose a bulb.

In fact, if we are in that aisle together, I do not even want to offer input about the selection of lightbulbs.

Now, if I needed a specific bulb for something He knew nothing about, I’d be tickled pink to provide the required information. No problem! If, however, the bulbs are for something I have no involvement in? Well… frankly, kind Sir, I don’t give a damn.

Oh I know that’s different – there were years upon years where I did give a damn about EVERY little thing. I needed to have the final say about everything. That was pretty good cover, I admit. No one ever guessed that what I needed most was a shifting of power.  And now… Hallelujah! The power has shifted. Despite my endless struggles and contrary behavior, Sir and I are moving together in a way we never have. He is the leader and I am the overjoyed follower. Happy sighs all around.


Where was I? Oh yes, I don’t want to choose the lightbulbs! I also do not want to choose the parking space, the route, the restaurant, the movie, the drink, the itinerary, or really much of anything else… I like not making those decisions. I feel loved and cared for when my Sir simply takes the choices away.

No need to fret, I still function just fine when He is working. I make all manner of decisions with [mostly] free reign to do so. I’m pretty great at managing daily life.  But when we are together…

I don’t want to choose the lightbulbs.