Quiz

Normally these quizzes get me tickled... but I took one this evening that made me stop and think... I know that it isn't really real, but I thought I'd share it anyway... because I'd like to think that on a good day it might be true. :)    

Well, maybe  not the 'wise' part lol 

Cycle of A Relationship: The Soundtrack

Over the weekend it hit me, the progression of relationships and how they can be described through popular country songs.  This made me laugh and I have definitely had my share of this kind of craziness...  I'm not saying that all relationships go this way - but...  

First, it starts with him noticing the girl.

One, if not both, tend to go crazy over the other. 
 At first, its good and encouraged because of the 
magic - intensity of the lovey dovey feeling.
Or as I like to call it, 'the good crazy'.

But eventually, one person ends it... 
And the 'crazy' that was so amazing before, 
becomes the really bad semi-scary 'redneck crazy'.

And then you end up with having to take drastic measures.  
This can go a couple of ways.  Usually, what starts off as this...

Turns into this...

Until all you have left, is this... 

giggles

A man absolutely hated his girlfriend's cat and decided to get rid of it one day by driving the cat a mile from home and leaving it at the park. As the man arrived home, the cat was walking up the driveway. 

 The next day he decided to drive the cat two miles away. He put the pet out and headed home. Driving back up his driveway, there was the cat! He kept taking the cat farther and farther away, and the cat would always beat him home. 

 At last, he decided to drive 50 miles away, turn right, then left, past a bridge, then right again and another right until he reached what he thought was a safe distance from his home and left the cat there. 

 Hours later the man calls home to his girlfriend: "Honey, is the cat there?" 

"Yes", she answers, "why do you ask?" 

Frustrated, the man says "Put the little bastard on the phone, I'm lost and need directions."

Huh?

Over the years, Pixie and I have joked about the crazy stuff we have gone through... Not only with meeting guys, crazy requests, and how some of it is so.... well we are happy to laugh so we don't cry. We have toyed with the idea of writing a book, about the hysterical nightmares that we have survived. While I think it could be a learning experience for novices and perhaps give some hope to those going through the same, I've always been one who is very anti-bullying. I do not handle shaming well so I am hesitant to dish it out to others.

But I have collected a few gems along the way and really want to share them tonight. No names or locations will be revealed, and only the funny parts will be on display. Don't worry, having more context will NOT make it make anymore sense.

From a 'dominant': either i own you or i don't own you no matter if i have collared you or not. stop the bullshit about you don't technically own me.

From a 'submissive': it isn't back peddling it is correcting the stuff i say once it gets out of my mind

From a kinkster: it takes two-three months to get to know you. furthermore it doesn't matter if you ask for pics to soon.... I ask for pics about an hour into the conversation that doesn't make me a pic collector or anything I just want some proof that you are real.

These kind of things make me shake my head... and wish I could call some kind of reality police to go either check to make sure these folk are the legal age or to encourage these people to stop.  To.. Just.. Stop.  

While Pixie and I find this funny and a little sad, we have the experience to know that this is not how it is supposed to be.  Interactions are not supposed to go this way, not even within the realms of power exchange.  Unfortunately, many novices out there are not this informed... Please if you are new, please seek out your local groups to learn and mentor with someone you trust.  There are amazing books that offer a wealth of information.  Here is an example, make sure that you look over the 'related book' section at the bottom of the page.  

Sydney University

Sometimes it is the little things that make me giggle, this is an example.

WARNING: Sydney University and all other institutions and or individuals using this site or its associated sites for projects or personal - You do not have permission from me to use any of my profile or pictures in any form or forum both current and future. If you have or do, it will be considered a violation of my privacy and will be subject to legal action.

I always have this image of someone trying to plagiarize someone else's words and coming across that statement and then they are like... "aww darn, I can't use this now."  Part of me always wants to write whoever has this posted and suggest that if things are "a violation of your privacy" then maybe it shouldn't be posted on the internet. 

Sometimes it is the little things that makes me giggle.

A Joke

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Importance of Communication

How easily communication 
mistakes can happen:

Her Diary:

Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird.  We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner.  I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it.  Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk.  He agreed, but he didn't say much.  I asked him what was wrong; He said, "Nothing."  I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset.  He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.  On the way home, I told him that I loved him.  He smiled slightly, and kept driving.  I can't explain his behavior I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too'.  When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.  He just sat there quietly, and watched TV.  He continued to seem distant and absent.  Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed.  About 15 minutes later, he came to bed.  But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else.  He fell asleep - I cried.  I don't know what to do.  I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.  My life is a disaster.

His Diary:

Boat wouldn't start, can't figure out why.