I blame Terps

A one word meme - do you know what that does to a former teacher and current writer? I like to talk, write, explain, expand. I guess this was a good exercise for me. Shame on Terps for making me exercise. But here goes.

1      Where is your phone? Here

  2. Your hair? Gray
  3. Your Dad?  Gone
  4. Your other half?  Quiet
  5. Your favorite food? Chicken
  6. Your dream last night?  None
  7. Your favorite drink? Sundrop 
  8. Fear? Several
  9. Favorite shoes?  Comfortable
10. Favorite way to relax? Reading
11. Your mood? Fine
12. I love? Family
13. Where were you last night? Home
14. Something that you aren't?  Thin
15. Muffins? Sure 
16. Wish list item? Health
17. Where you grew up? Here 
18. Last thing you did? Wrote 
19. What are you wearing right now? Shorts
20. Something you hate?  Promoting
21. Your pets? Cats
22. Friends? Best
23. Life? Great
24. Regrets? Few
25. Missing someone? Yes 

Finally - I can use more words! I guess we're spending this weekend moving Mollie to the new house. I can't do much of the heavy moving so I guess I get to clean the apartment - what fun. But if it help her get her deposit back I guess I can do it. At least I can use all the words I want.

My own answers

My husband loves me. He loves me. We love each other. We don’t do everything together – we don’t have too many interest in common. We like time to ourselves. We don’t argue, we’re both laid back. If a question come up or there is a decision to be made, we discuss it and if either of us has a strong opinion about it they will have the deciding vote. We’re comfortable with one another. We can talk or be silent with one another. We have everything we need and most of what we want.

Nick was even willing to try what must have seemed like a strange request I made about eleven years ago. Spanking was never on his radar. First off you don’t hit women. Second, this was modern times. Men weren’t necessarily the ‘boss’ of the home. Marriage was a 50/50 proposal. After all we’d lived this way for twenty-three years before I suddenly sprang TTWD on him.

He tried, he’s always been willing and that counts for so much, but he is not a spanko and as hard as he’s tried he’ll never be one. After all this is my fantasy, not his. At some point I realized I’d have to give up the fantasy to embrace the reality of the wonderful man I have.

Just as I found out I wasn’t the only spanko in this world when I found the blogs, I know I can’t be the only one out here whose husband is happy with the 50/50 and has no desire to take on the leadership role many of us fantasied about growing up.

Rules and consistency aren’t important to Nick. I don’t expect spanking to stop in our marriage, but it will always be a game. I have no doubt he’s serious about me getting a handle on my health issues but we’re not going to achieve that through DD.

This might be why I don’t read out here as much as I did at one time. When I began blogging I looked everywhere for new blogs on my ‘topic’ and through that searching I found good blogs to read and in many case I found friends, good friends, real friends, I believe friends I’ll have for the rest of my life.

I enjoyed reading about their spankings, the reasons – be they fun or serious always intrigued me. I enjoyed being able to discuss the ideas that go with spanking, domestic discipline, TTWD – whatever you want to call it, in depth with other women who craved this as much as I did.

But recently I read two posts that made me think, Baker’sPost first, and then Meredith’s post. I didn’t comment on either. The way I felt reminded me of how I felt when I was trying to get pregnant, with no success, and I’d hear that another friend was pregnant – I was truly and sincerely happy for them, but I just couldn’t comment. The joy I felt for them was too sharp a contrast for the loss I felt for myself. They had something I wanted and I couldn't have it. And I just couldn't come up with anything to say. 

After I read Baker and Meredith I started answering some of the questions myself, but I stopped after three.

When did my husband become a spanko?

He never did and I know it won’t happen. It’s the same as if he desperately wanted me to change my eye color. As much as I love him, and as much as I’d want to do it for him – I can’t.

When did this go from something I wanted to something we both crave?

It never did. He enjoys the game and the closeness it’s brought us, as do I. But he’ll never crave the lifestyle as I do.

When did we slip into our roles of a traditional husband and wife?

Again, we never did. We’re equal and we’re happy with one another. But I do my thing and he does his. You can’t give submission to someone who doesn’t want it.

I realize parts of this post sound like a real downer – but I’m not down. I have a wonderful marriage with the best man I know. He is the best thing that ever happened to me and I love him. I’m sure we’ll still play and I know I’ll enjoy it and I’ll still blog about it. But for my sanity and happiness I have to realize that it’s play and not reality and not let myself get upset when the game falls by the wayside.

Finally, it’s here!

Becoming Family

I have not been wasting my retirement doing things like cleaning and going to the gym – I’ve been writing! Becoming Family is the second in the Cal’s Law series, but like all my books it can be read as a stand-alone. I really enjoyed writing this book, and I felt I got to know both characters so much better.

Here’s the blurb:

Against overwhelming odds, Jenny and Cal are together and happy. Their love is strong, but before they can become family Jenny needs to learn what that word means. Jenny has no background in the real meaning of "family" but when Cal wants her to meet his and get to know hers, she knows the time has come. The difference in the two families is wide and jarring. Jenny has a lot to learn, but then so does Cal. When he meets her family, he discovers that the word family doesn't always mean the same thing to all people.

Jenny’s mother has planned a future for her daughter that does not include someone as ordinary as Cal Bennet. What could this small-town hick with no money and no connections do for her? How far will her mother go to see that Jenny accepts a life of high society and prestige? Will these two lovers come to an understanding of what their family will look like?

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I hope you’ll read Becoming Family and I hope you like it. Now for those of you wondering about Cassie, fear not! She is still around and still talking to me and I’m nearly finished with the first draft of the next book. I told you I wouldn’t waste retirement!

Add to my list

Eventually, hopefully, I’ll get back to posting ‘on topic’. This is supposed to be a spanking blog after all, but until I have something good to report on that part of my life, I’ll report on other parts. For those of you tired of hearing about my kids, feel free to check back another day. But many of you have been reading for years and you might be interested on what Mollie’s up to.

She’s bought a house. Never thought I’d be around long enough to blog with that sentence since Mollie was only thirteen when I began writing here. But she decided paying rent was too much like watching her money spiral down the drain. If she had to pay it, she wanted the money to go to her house.

I really stayed out of this one. I could argue both sides – home owning vs renting – eloquently. So, I just let her look and went with her when she asked me too. We saw some really terrible houses! I’d begun thinking that she would have to save for a few more years and then look again when she came across the cutest little house. It was built in the 1920’s and as recently been completely renovated. It has a deep front porch, three bedrooms, two baths and sits on just over an acre of land – and she could afford it. She could, we’re staying out of this.

I’m showing a picture of her kitchen because that’s what really sold me. After the dumps we’d seen this was a real breath of fresh air!

Now if you all will help me out here. I’m trying to make a list of things one needs in any home, but Mollie may not think to buy them. She’s been in an apartment for a few years so she has some things, but not all. These things may not make up the most lovely house warming gift, but they will be needed.

Plunger

Smoke detectors

Small fire extinguisher

Wasp spray

Small tool box (we gave her a cordless drill for Christmas)

I’m still trying to think of things, please help me add to this list. What would you want to be sure was in your daughter’s home?