My favorite number and things that make me happy, other than sex or people 🙂 

  1. Coffee
  2. Black eyeliner
  3. Bubble baths
  4. Showers
  5. Clean, crunchy sheets
  6. Hairbrushing
  7. Halo
  8. Bruises
  9. Written words
  10. Cats
  11. Chips & salsa
  12. Coloring
  13. Dancing
  14. Writing
  15. Learning
  16. Pictures
  17. Guitar
  18. Jack&coke
  19. Punk shows
  20. Funny movies
  21. Destiny
  22. Hand rubs
  23. Noodle
  24. Rope
  25. singing
  26. Laughing
  27. Camels
  28. Crab
  29. Home
  30. Mine
  31. Vanilla
  32. Candles
  33. Pens
  34. Pitchers
  35. Toys
  36. Faeries
  37. Pillow
  38. Obey
  39. Spoons
  40. Wood burning
  41. Walks
  42. Driving
  43. Sand
  44. Hotels
  45. Sleep
  46. Cuffs
  47. Markers
  48. Glitter
  49. Sore muscles
  50. Praise
  51. Plaid
  52. Tattoos
  53. Hair dye
  54. Gears
  55. Cards
  56. Leash
  57. Cream cheese icing
  58. Nail polish
  59. Skirts with pockets
  60. Slip on Vans
  61. Leather
  62. Hands
  63. Flashcards
  64. Notebooks
  65. Bargains
  66. Amazon
  67. Music
  68. Lists

Happy, happy Tuesday!!


effect vs cause


Lyrics here

No longer will I accept the old turnaround. Taking my reaction to something, and saying it is the root, will not be tolerated anymore. Not only isn’t it fair, but that flipping-back-to-me stuff is guaranteed to be far more destructive than whatever happened to begin with. 

No more. 
I know I’ve taught the world to deal with me like this. I know I’ve absorbed all of this backwards blame. I know I’ve repeatedly apologized for having feelings. I know I’ve said I’m sorry when I never should have. Repeatedly. You see, I’ve always given in and accepted the blame because I’ve never felt worthy.

No more.

So from here on out, the only thing that is good enough for me is honesty. If you cannot give me that, if it’s too difficult to be forthcoming and true, well…you cannot be a part of my life at all. I don’t need fake friends or shitty periphial folk in my life. I’ll be 40 in a few months and I’m just too damn old to have my feelings repeatedly hurt by falseness, and then hurt again by blaming my feelings as the problem. No. Honesty or nothing. No more lies… Whether they be blatant lies, half-truths, or withheld information. They are all deceptive and I am over it.

No. More.
I am full of faults and I make mistakes daily, but I am worth honesty. Maybe I’m not worth much else, but by god, I fucking demand honesty. And heaven help the next person that gets the effect and cause twisted.


more than enough

So it’s Valentine’s Day. Such a silly little day to celebrate, but Sir overdoes every holiday. I think He loves me or something. 😉 
I love Him, too, and I’m not empty handed! I found Him some gifts that are personal and (hopefully) meaningful. 

Presents are fun all around, but mostly I’m just glad that Sir & I have the relationship we do. It is marriage, it is friendship, it is D/s, it is parenting, it is laughter, it is hard work, it is love, it is life…and it is more than enough. 

Baby, I don’t have much

But what we have is more than enough

                -Green Day

Happy Valentine’s Day. This song gets me in the feels. ❤❤❤