So Several days since last post. Just a little...I don't' know... aloof at the moment. Well...never that calm. But calm enough. Hmm...Bi-polar...noway just a little eccentric. I've had a lot on my mind and just couldn't seem to blog.
Not much has happened. My buddy is in the talking mood. Not quite like before though. It seems just a little off. Wonder if it's just me. I have come to the conclusion...I think he gets worked up really easy. He seriously needs to relax a little bit. I have just the right combination for the remedy. I mean...just trying to help (insert devilish grin here)
I learned my neighbor is the president of the (hope I get this right) BS&M club. That's the Bondage and sado masochism club. Why did he feel the need to tell me this? I don't know? Do I just look like someone who is on the guest list at all the BS&M clubs? Hmm...so I practice martial arts and my idea of a good time is going to the dojo where you get kicked and hit...I do enjoy the occasional bite...I liked it when my buddy smacked my rear end one night but nobody ever else would get away with that...noway once again...just a little eccentric.
Anyways...so he's standing there while I am trying to get to the dojo and telling me all about this club. How he's a complete dominant personality and people just gravitate towards him. That he 'owns' his wife (she enjoys this apparently) but she doesn't wear her collar out. Now I've met the wife. She seemed pretty dominant. I guess pop a collar on and it changes all that for ya.
Hmmm....Nope I'll bite your damn hand off if you try and put a collar on me. Oh and you wanna say you 'own me' I'll give you a 10 second head start and you better hope I can't catch you.
He then goes on to tell me a little more and what do I do. Well hell join in the conversation and then quickly make a break for it. Now I want to go to one of these meetings. Just to see what they do and what they all look like. Curiosity killed the cat. Maybe I should remember that.
My pastor called and asked why I haven't been in church. Now what really could I say to that. I could have offered up "well, I don't want to be a hypocrite. If I go I know I'll have to give up a few things I'm doing or that's exactly what I'll be. You know the premarital sex, the sliding my skirt up a little at the red light next to the truck to watch the trucker look at my thigh". So instead I said "Well I guess it's just a responsibility and discipline issue. I lack on both some days. I can't tell you I will go this Sunday because then I would have to because I'm a woman of my word. But I'll tell ya I'll give it my best shot. I wonder if that answer sufficed. I could feel him kind of cock his head through the phone. The same way a dog looks at you like he knows what your saying but he just can't believe your saying it. Yeah that same look. I could feel it grasping me through the phone. So much I had to get off the phone quick to escape repenting right then and there.
Well what's been on my mind lately?
I've been reading this book lately. It's called 'confessions of a pagan nun'. It's pretty good. It is a recount of this lady back in the 1700's. She was an apprentice to a druid and then became a practicing christian nun. It's pretty neat. I love her freedom though. She couldn't be contained either. Her passion and zest for all of life. For life itself. I wish we could all live like that.
You know...just another side note.
We have this IT (computer dept.)guy in the back at work. There is just something a little compelling about him. Remember the whole priest incident. Yeah so do I. Well that's got nothing to do with this I just wondered if you remembered?
Well...no he's more like the guy you marry and then get freaky with in bed. He's not the guy you just get all freaky with and then cut him loose. That's weird. How do you distinguish between marry you and get freaky with and get freaky with then cut loose? HMMM...so if I just had that thought I bet men have had that thought...I wonder which girl I am????Now that is food for thought.
You know. This is really getting out of hand. All these different men. I've never even noticed so many men before. Well I was married why would I? But even when I wasn't. Goodness gracious. They are everywhere. All shapes. All sizes. All education levels. All knowledgeable in something in someway shape or form. A lot already taken so their off limits. But wow so many. Why am I noticing them all. I know what it is...dare I say...no I don't want to....why is it getting so hectic??? Is my clock ticking? I think it is. I think my restless, wild heart wants to be rode. I don't want to be bridled. I'm much to free. I don't want to be tamed. I'm much to wild. But I want to have I got it...I don't want to be rode I want a companion. I don't want anyone to hold my reigns. I want a companion. Someone who loves this life as much as I do who will run next to me. Someone who if either one of us trip we help the other to get back up again. Someone to run this race with. Someone who can keep me paced so I am not running full open. I want a companion. I want someone when I look into their eyes my heart is content. When I feel there touch my body is quieted. I want a best friend.
I don't want to run alone anymore.
Not much has happened. My buddy is in the talking mood. Not quite like before though. It seems just a little off. Wonder if it's just me. I have come to the conclusion...I think he gets worked up really easy. He seriously needs to relax a little bit. I have just the right combination for the remedy. I mean...just trying to help (insert devilish grin here)
I learned my neighbor is the president of the (hope I get this right) BS&M club. That's the Bondage and sado masochism club. Why did he feel the need to tell me this? I don't know? Do I just look like someone who is on the guest list at all the BS&M clubs? Hmm...so I practice martial arts and my idea of a good time is going to the dojo where you get kicked and hit...I do enjoy the occasional bite...I liked it when my buddy smacked my rear end one night but nobody ever else would get away with that...noway once again...just a little eccentric.
Anyways...so he's standing there while I am trying to get to the dojo and telling me all about this club. How he's a complete dominant personality and people just gravitate towards him. That he 'owns' his wife (she enjoys this apparently) but she doesn't wear her collar out. Now I've met the wife. She seemed pretty dominant. I guess pop a collar on and it changes all that for ya.
Hmmm....Nope I'll bite your damn hand off if you try and put a collar on me. Oh and you wanna say you 'own me' I'll give you a 10 second head start and you better hope I can't catch you.
He then goes on to tell me a little more and what do I do. Well hell join in the conversation and then quickly make a break for it. Now I want to go to one of these meetings. Just to see what they do and what they all look like. Curiosity killed the cat. Maybe I should remember that.
My pastor called and asked why I haven't been in church. Now what really could I say to that. I could have offered up "well, I don't want to be a hypocrite. If I go I know I'll have to give up a few things I'm doing or that's exactly what I'll be. You know the premarital sex, the sliding my skirt up a little at the red light next to the truck to watch the trucker look at my thigh". So instead I said "Well I guess it's just a responsibility and discipline issue. I lack on both some days. I can't tell you I will go this Sunday because then I would have to because I'm a woman of my word. But I'll tell ya I'll give it my best shot. I wonder if that answer sufficed. I could feel him kind of cock his head through the phone. The same way a dog looks at you like he knows what your saying but he just can't believe your saying it. Yeah that same look. I could feel it grasping me through the phone. So much I had to get off the phone quick to escape repenting right then and there.
Well what's been on my mind lately?
I've been reading this book lately. It's called 'confessions of a pagan nun'. It's pretty good. It is a recount of this lady back in the 1700's. She was an apprentice to a druid and then became a practicing christian nun. It's pretty neat. I love her freedom though. She couldn't be contained either. Her passion and zest for all of life. For life itself. I wish we could all live like that.
You know...just another side note.
We have this IT (computer dept.)guy in the back at work. There is just something a little compelling about him. Remember the whole priest incident. Yeah so do I. Well that's got nothing to do with this I just wondered if you remembered?
Well...no he's more like the guy you marry and then get freaky with in bed. He's not the guy you just get all freaky with and then cut him loose. That's weird. How do you distinguish between marry you and get freaky with and get freaky with then cut loose? HMMM...so if I just had that thought I bet men have had that thought...I wonder which girl I am????Now that is food for thought.
You know. This is really getting out of hand. All these different men. I've never even noticed so many men before. Well I was married why would I? But even when I wasn't. Goodness gracious. They are everywhere. All shapes. All sizes. All education levels. All knowledgeable in something in someway shape or form. A lot already taken so their off limits. But wow so many. Why am I noticing them all. I know what it is...dare I say...no I don't want to....why is it getting so hectic??? Is my clock ticking? I think it is. I think my restless, wild heart wants to be rode. I don't want to be bridled. I'm much to free. I don't want to be tamed. I'm much to wild. But I want to have I got it...I don't want to be rode I want a companion. I don't want anyone to hold my reigns. I want a companion. Someone who loves this life as much as I do who will run next to me. Someone who if either one of us trip we help the other to get back up again. Someone to run this race with. Someone who can keep me paced so I am not running full open. I want a companion. I want someone when I look into their eyes my heart is content. When I feel there touch my body is quieted. I want a best friend.
I don't want to run alone anymore.
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