I have always been in awe of the swimmers and gymnasts when I watch the Olympics. The training and determination is incredible! I think of how much practice goes into what they do.
What would I have a gold medal in, if it was an Olympic sport? I would have to go with my ability to turn anything and everything into something dirty. ?
My coworkers and I have been joking for months about starting up an Onlyfans account to make some extra money.
I have a small stock tank pool and LOVE LOVE LOVE it and have joined a stock tank pool FB page. I posted a few pictures on the page.
I am now getting these types of messages …..
It started out as a joke, but…….there may be something to this! ?????
Why Daddy is my Daddy…..
This is an actual conversation between us. This is a simple and short exchange, and you might not see much when you read it, but it is a perfect demonstration as to why He is my Daddy.
what I see in it:
1 He sets boundaries
2 He makes me laugh
3 He is willing to admit when he doesn’t know something
4 He is adventurous with our play
5 He studies and educates himself on what he doesn’t know
6 He puts up with my silly ass. ?
I finally had a day off work after eight, very long, consecutive days at the hospital. I was tired and grumpy. Daddy took half the day off and we read and napped and floated the rest of the day away. I really needed some quiet alone time with Him.
How are surgery and BDSM alike?
YOUR NOSE BEGINS TO ITCH THE MOMENT THAT YOU CAN’T SCRATCH IT!!!!!
I had the latter situation happen last night. Daddy tied me up and went to take a shower. My nose began to itch and that was when I realized that Daddy had tied me so well that I couldn’t move to scratch it. It was pure torture.
It made me giggle as I had just had the former situation happen at work earlier! No Daddy to beg at work, so I had to suffer through.
A good nose scratch was the first thing that I begged Daddy for when he came out of the bathroom!
Thank you for the interesting challenge!
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You can tell quite a lot from a person’s hands….if they have an office job, if they have strenuous and physical activities that they enjoy doing, if they like to have pretty fingernails.
My hands tell people that I wash them about a thousand times a day and that I need a new manicure. ?
Back in my happy place and looking to fill up my “just the tip” jar
my brain and
heart divorced
a decade ago
over who was
to blame about
how big of a mess
I have become
eventually,
they couldn't be
in the same room
with each other
now my head and heart
share custody of me
I stay with my brain
during the week
and my heart
gets me on weekends
they never speak to one another
- instead, they give me
the same note to pass
to each other every week
and their notes they
send to one another always
says the same thing:
"This is all your fault"
on Sundays
my heart complains
about how my
head has let me down
in the past
and on Wednesday
my head lists all
of the times my
heart has screwed
things up for me
in the future
they blame each
other for the
state of my life
there's been a lot
of yelling - and crying
so,
lately, I've been
spending a lot of
time with my gut
who serves as my
unofficial therapist
most nights, I sneak out of the
window in my ribcage
and slide down my spine
and collapse on my
gut's plush leather chair
that's always open for me
~ and I just sit sit sit sit
until the sun comes up
last evening,
my gut asked me
if I was having a hard
time being caught
between my heart
and my head
I nodded
I said I didn't know
if I could live with
either of them anymore
"my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,"
I lamented
my gut squeezed my hand
"I just can't live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,"
I sighed
my gut smiled and said:
"in that case,
you should
go stay with your
lungs for a while,"
I was confused
- the look on my face gave it away
"if you are exhausted about
your heart's obsession with
the fixed past and your mind's focus
on the uncertain future
your lungs are the perfect place for you
there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there either
there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment
there is only breath
and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work
their relationship out."
this morning,
while my brain
was busy reading
tea leaves
and while my
heart was staring
at old photographs
I packed a little
bag and walked
to the door of
my lungs
before I could even knock
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me
she said
"what took you so long?"
~ John Roedel (johnroedel.com)