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I'm glad to know I have no respect for myself. Why am I always the last to know these things? Geez.
 
My last foster daughter and her bros came over to load music on their new mp3 players.

Somehow Windows Media sync thought it would be a really good idea to just go ahead and sync all of the music on the computer.

Including my music. Like The Bloodhound Gang.

*head/desk*

ETA: Thankfully I realized what was happening before they went home.:rolleyes:
 
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I'm sorry, Keroin. Take care of yourself.



That's sort of disturbing not to know what you did to it.

I know. :confused: I took a vicodin so it's not bothering me now. We'll see in the morning. If it's hurting that bad in the morning I'm gonna make myself a doctors appointment, just to be sure it's not something BIG.
 
The cover story for Boston Globe magazine this morning. Maybe polyamory will someday be more acceptable?

http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/magazine/articles/2010/01/03/loves_new_frontier/


Very interesting...though I found it amusing that the girlfriend of one of the founders of Poly Boston didn't want her last name used (only first name and age). I can understand that, but it seemed a bit silly when her boyfriend's name, age, occupation, city of residence, university, and work history was revealed. uummm like no one will know who she is?
 
A new year and it appears that it's time for some more personal growth for me. Time to fly from the comfort (although it feels wonderful) and put myself out there, where it's uncomfortable for me, if I ever wish to make my goal come true. Taking a chance.
 
Going outside was just what the doctor ordered. Got to focus on the moment, boosted the truck, blew the driveway, cut up boxes to recycle, played with 4wd a bit and put everything away... ready for next time.

Egs, bacon, hashbrowns, toast, fruit, etc... was a great way to finish it.

Still not ok, but am not going to let it stop me. Friends coming over for supper will help.
 
Fuck me that hurt.

But it was goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood.

And I have the bruises to prove it!
 
I want a snowblower. It's kind of a ridiculous wish (at least so far this winter), given the small area that I'd be blowing snow out of (driveway, walkway to door, walkway to back yard {for the dog}), but damn! it looks like it would be soooo much fun :D
 
I want a snowblower. It's kind of a ridiculous wish (at least so far this winter), given the small area that I'd be blowing snow out of (driveway, walkway to door, walkway to back yard {for the dog}), but damn! it looks like it would be soooo much fun :D

Ok, for the slightest moment, I read that as you needed the snowblower to use on the dog.
>.<

Pardon me while I go mainline some caffeine.
 
Supper... was good and so was the company.

Good friends, old friends... really are family.

Needed that. It was a good reminder of the importance of opening up and sharing.
 
When I first came here... I was light, open... fluff... bounced around and tried to let go.

For the past few years I think me being here has evolved. I am everyone else's rock throughout the day and come here now... to vent the things I need to that I can't or don't feel right sharing anywhere else.

I am sure it has me sounding like a whiner here, or a sad little puppy, but am not overly interested in validation either... just need to get it out or have it consume me.

One day... I will find a way to truly let go. For now... Here I am.

Tonight, for the third time since christmas, my oldest dog peed on the floor. She never does that unless sick, no matter how long she was left alone. I did the math, and she is at least 15 years old now (the person who abandoned her was vague on her age). That calculation led me to thinking of other things, like how her hearing and reflexes seem to be going and it just hit me hard.

The angel thread on the general board has been on my mind quite a bit since I saw it randomly (though have not looked in it yet). She... has been my angel for so long, the best dog ever (debatable my many I'm sure, but she is mine... hands down) and I can't count how many times her head on my lap and eyes on mine, full of trust and love have gotten me through hard things here, to the point that she was the reason I stayed.

I am terrified of life without her and don't care if that sounds pathetic. I've lost too much to handle losing anything else well.

Tonight... I'm here to vent about the best dog ever and angels. They don't have to be perfect, but being in the right place and doing the right thing for you at the right time... makes you their angel.

Cherish them. Sometimes you have your angel or a soulmate for a fleeting moment... in her case, it's been ten years. A lifetime... and not enough by any stretch of the imagination.
 
Plucky, that doesn't sound pathetic at all. Sometimes animals just have a purer energy about them - one that helps our own soul settle and heal.

:rose:
 
Plucky, that doesn't sound pathetic at all. Sometimes animals just have a purer energy about them - one that helps our own soul settle and heal.

:rose:

Thank you. Had to pick her up out of her bed this morning.

Sending good thoughts for your first day back at work. Mine is Wednesday... This is the calm before the storm... two crazy months and no time to breathe coming up. Wish me luck. IAY
 
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Wow, life has been busy lately. This whole responsible adult with a job and bills thing can be tricky.

Anyway, I'm still around, and figured I'd say hi.
 
:heart:s and :rose:s to you too.


*i had to sit and think about the text command for those images. man, i've been off lit for a while.*
 
Wow, life has been busy lately. This whole responsible adult with a job and bills thing can be tricky.

Anyway, I'm still around, and figured I'd say hi.
:: scratches head ::

I seem to remember someone by this name being a member here a long, lonnnggggg time ago... Are you her daughter or somethin'?
 
:: scratches head ::

I seem to remember someone by this name being a member here a long, lonnnggggg time ago... Are you her daughter or somethin'?

It's nice to see you again too. :) The way my workload has been, I probably wont be on again for a long while after this brief resurfacing. No damn time.

ETA: Need to change my location....
 
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Hi! How's the job going? I mean, other than busy?
I can answer this for mis.

As a first-year teacher (regardless of grade level or subject material(s)), almost every non-classroom moment is taken up with
  • grading papers
  • entering grades (not only for paper work, but classroom participation, etc.) into the grade book (or classroom record book, I think they call them these days, since "grading" children may damage their precious self-esteem :rolleyes: )
  • tearing out hunks of hair trying to remember if it was Johnny in row 2 or Jeremy in row 3 who answered almost every question - or at least raised his hand - during oral review
  • reviewing and re-reading the next day's lessons to make sure she knows more than the students do about the topic(s)
  • organizing her lesson plan book so that turning page 13 will lead to page 14, etc.
  • re-filling out her seating chart - again - since she's had to move the same six students 18 times in the last three weeks
  • trying to decide - again - if she should continue using green ink to correct papers, or switch back to purple (red, of course, is completely non grata in grading the little butterflies' work!)
  • research - in hyper-multiple websites, and in every teacher's guide she has, trying to find lesson plans that will engage - and KEEP - students' interest for more than 12.638 seconds.
And that's just the short list of how Year One goes. She won't actually be able to fully appreciate and assess this year until some time after she completes Year Five.
 
I can answer this for mis.


Show off. *pbth* :p

[*]re-filling out her seating chart - again - since she's had to move the same six students 18 times in the last three weeks

Well, as a cranky mom who never gets listened to, let me give some advice.

If the parent says it's a bad idea to put their child and another specific child together take their advice.

I WARNED B's teacher that putting her and Noah together was a bad idea. Did he listen? Not until 24 hours later when he'd spent a whole day listening to them fight. :rolleyes:
 
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