Fighting Slave Girl

As most know I'm pretty laid back, I have an easy temper, it takes alot get me upset to the point of wanting to fight or even feeling a need to. I'm too easy going, too submissive, and mostly I just don't care enough to let someone else get the better of me.

I was remembering a couple of years back. It was prior to us buying our home last April. Before that we stayed with our daughter for 6 months while waiting for escrow to close. It was then I learned short sale really means takes long long time. ~laughs

We were still in the Apartments where we lived for about 7 years. Our son was outside playing, when he came running in saying some lady tried to run him and his friend over in a car. I went on immediately to ask all the questions, he was standing in the doorway, while I was questioning when he said the woman was coming. I pull myself up from the recliner and stepped to the doorway. All these little kids coming to tell me the same story. At first I told my son to get into the apartment. All the kids were yelling that the woman was crazy. ~perk. Crazy? I had to take a closer look, oh man she was like godzilla, I could almost hear her feet go boom boom boom as she nearly reached us. I casually stood next to the tree not far outside our door by this time. I can't say my heart wasn't pounding some, maybe that's the sound I heard. lol

At first she went on to tell me how mouthy my son was to her. This I do not tolerate in my son to adults. I had already had some information from all the kids, so I went on to use it.

I asked her "why" my son would be so indecent to her, she slurred and stuttered. So then I went on to mention that I heard she was out partying with underage teens and providing the alcohol. I asked isn't this against the law? Well come to find out this is what my son had initially said to her before she tried to use the auto, a deadly weapon to get back at him. We always raised our children, informed.

Now granted, he really had no business telling this woman this, but he was right. Most people would blow it off as a nosey kid or just go on about their business. And I would go on to tell my son just to mind his own business, but that's not the way it went.

I tried to mediate it. She became more and more irate. At the time I didn't know she had a knife in her purse, but when she came at me with a fierceness, I busted her in her face.

So then I say to my son. Get your ass in the house. So she flips it on me. I'm a bad mother because I said ass. lol. She had already called him every filthy name in the nasty book, but now judging me. I'm actually doing this for her in a way at that time. Sort of.

As she turns, seemingly to go away, still muttering obsenities, I yelled fuck off slut. Eeeps. That did it, she came back at me like a pit bull. My back was turned and I heard her coming, I swung around and busted her in her face again, then grabbed her hair and threw her into the siding. By now all the teens she was partying with came to attempt to remove her.

I took my son and went into our home.

The next day I found out she used that same knife on the Apartment Manager who was taken to the hospital with several gashes, reasons unknown, and was in lock up. I never seen her again. I felt a little bad after until I found out she stabbed someone.

Surprisingly, I wasn't hurt in any of it.

When an easy going nature gets pushed to the brink... defensive mechanisms come on.

This was the second time in my lifetime that I was in a physical fight. The first being in Junior high with my best friend. I hit her once in defense, but wouldn't hit her again. I refused. And ended up walking away. You could say she won that one. I'm not ashamed to admit that. I'm not going to hurt those I care for.

But this woman?

She really didn't think she'd get away with threatening bodily harm on my baby duck, did she?

She might have, but...

She was obviously wrong.

(Just some thoughts from the past and thinking... you never never know until you get there)

P.S. I should make mention that my Master was not home when this occurred. He was out of town at a Clamper Doin's. Had he been I would have never been allowed to make it out the front door to begin with)

Sac*ri*fice

sac⋅ri⋅fice

[sak-ruh-fahys]

The surrender or destruction of something prized or desirable for the
sake of something considered as having a higher or more pressing claim.

To surrender or give up, or permit injury or disadvantage to, for the sake of something else.

Forfeiture of something highly valued for the sake of one considered to have a greater value or claim.

Destruction or surrender of anything for the sake of something else;
devotion of some desirable object in behalf of a higher object, or to a
claim deemed more pressing; hence, also, the thing so devoted or given
up; as, the sacrifice of interest to pleasure, or of pleasure to
interest.

Hence, to destroy, surrender, or suffer to be lost, for the sake of
obtaining something; to give up in favor of a higher or more imperative
object or duty; to devote, with loss or suffering.

The act of losing or surrendering something as a penalty for a mistake or fault or failure to perform etc.

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...the key here being that something good will come to those who sacrifice...

Barbie Sports a New Tattoo

Okay, I'm not against tattoos, I have a few myself. I was approximately 23 when I got my first. I remember while having it done at home, my owner went up to the corner mini-mart where he ran into my mom. He told what I was doing. She said "I was raised to be a lady, I thought I raised her to be the same, I was mistaken". That hurt. What's ironic now is that my mom has one also and has for about 8 years. My own daughters have had one to many by 18.

Getting back to barbie. If my girls were still little, I would not buy them this barbie. In fact, it might even make me not buy them any barbies anymore. I don't recall ever buying them "barbies" per se, but they did have them type of pretty dolls.

Yes this is 2009, times have changed, people are more easy going, less taboo, but why take innocence away so soon. Children now a days have little innocence already and that which they do obtain is taken quickly one way or the other. It's sad. Kids can't be kids.

It's becoming harder and harder to instill morals on them. We instill them and then out comes barbie with a tattoo, well it really doesn't surprise me as much as it might seem. It's not like she was a role model barbie already. She's been cheating on Ken for years. Can't count how many boyfriends she's had. Okay, maybe they were just guy "friends".

I doubt it the lil slut.

I'd rather see her in a collar.

Steel locked around her neck.

It is where she belongs.

Just shakes my head

Until next time...

Time For a Color Change and Other Things

I get bored semi-often with my appearence. I've been brunette, fully blonde, had fuscia colored hair, streaks, red, and so on and so forth. Right now, my hair is dark brunette with light caramel streaks. Frosted, but lightly. Next, I already have the stuff to do it, I'm gonna chunk it. My bangs which are nearly to my chin now, the immediate sides and the top blondish and leaving underneath and the bottom dark.

I'm not sure when I'm going to get around to it. If I don't do it soon, I won't be able to for a couple months because my down time will set it back.

I already watched a movie tonight. Spent time out in the living room with the family for a couple of hours prior, and slept in way too late again. I didn't wake up until 8:00 p.m. I woke because the pain in my legs was getting out of hand and because I didn't want to reach over and take my meds earlier since it would caused me to not go back to sleep, I didn't take them. Finally I didn't have a choice. I woke, took them, and got up.

I'm still eating mostly only veggies and drinking the slim fast shakes. I had 2 bites of general chicken, 2 bites of chow mein and about 5 bites of rice the other night. That's it.

I had a mushroom bowl yesterday sauteed in a tiny bit of butter or margarine, or whatever it was in there. And then a salad with tomato later with a couple table spoons of diet italian and a shake. We're out of oranges, tangerines, banana's etc. Between me and the grandson, we wiped them out.

I give him a quarter to half of whatever I have. I usually peel 2 tangerines though since they're small. Started drinking Crystal light, diluted.

Tomorrow will cook up a cabbage, that's it, nothing added. A little sea salt and pepper on it after it's in my bowl.

I'm probably still not eating right, but I know it's better than it was. I'm trying to eat something small 6 times a day, but it's mentally hard for me. My mind thinks if I eat like that especially when it's easy to go a day or two without eating that I will gain weight.
On the other hand, I know it's true that eating smaller, more often, is better. I just have to keep convincing myself it's okay.

Like today, sleeping in so late, I only ate once. I had broccoli again and added a slice of colby jack to it.

There's an excersise bike simulator thingy I want to get. It's just the pedals. You set it at your feet, sit and pedal.

Maybe that will help me some. I know I will not be able to tolerate it for long, but even 10 minutes at a time, or 5 minutes twice a day will help.

Just keep thinking of things that will help me when it's difficult to excersise at all.

They say blondes have more fun, but brunettes get the job done.

hahahaha, maybe being both is exactly what I need.

Until next time...

Bi-Weekly Update

Slept nearly all day today, woke up about 7p.m this evening. I got a few weeks relief from my blocks, but the last 4 days has returned completely. While I had problems with my back during the weeks past, it hadn't come back in my foot yet. It's back and burning like hell.

For the most part and since I'm lacking finding things online to do other than my daily ritual of reading and replying to emails, checking up to see if there's any new clinical trials etc, checking into my pain group, I've been watching movies on my computer.

I thought I'd get my surgery date sooner, but it doesn't really surprise me that I haven't. It has to go before a review board before authorization.
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Our daughter goes to Germany in May as of now and then deploys to Iraq in November. She was suppose to be home one more time in April, but because she's having trouble passing her 2 mile run due the hip fracture, she may have to stay behind to practice and/or complete it. If she does have to stay behind, her husband will be coming to join us for 2 weeks. It's cheaper to fly here to the in laws than it is to fly home to his home town in Puerto Rico. We're happy to have him. Met him over Christmas time. We like him, but it may seem kind of awkward without our daughter home, too.

They have their own room here. (I'm in it now lol), but will be moving to our sons room soon enough. If I don't get my surgery date before he comes will just straighten this one back up and move to the other sooner.
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It's really hard having pain return, you get that break of ease, of relief and then when it comes back it seems it's ten fold when it's probably really not. It's just that you think it is because of that break in pain. If find myself, or should I say my family finds me having fallen asleep sitting up with my face in the palms of my hands, or laying on my side with my left hand propping my cheeck up. I just doze off.
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Well I'm about to pop a dvd into my laptop and try to get some relaxation going on.

I wish you all most well,

Until next time...

Finding Someone Special From the Past

The other night I was thinking about life, present and past. I searched and searched for a girl I grew up with in high school while we lived in La Verne CA, L.A. County when I was in high school. Since I'm on My Space often, I used their search feature, I've done this in the past but could not locate anyone. Since My Space is so popular and more and more join each day, I decided to try again. I found the brother, a year younger than me in high school, from his friends page, I found the older sister, I messaged them both. I didn't find my then best friend at that time. I gave the older sister my business email address. And she messaged me back to say she gave Susie mine. Within in hours I had an email.

I found her.

We use to all have so much fun together. We lived across the street from one another. All of us, except the oldest sister went to Bonita High School.

The brother was a Freshman, I was a Sophmore and Susie was a Junior.

Those were truly the best days of my life. I loved high school. I was in the speech and drama clubs, chamber singers, concert choir and for a while I was in the Flags club for the foot ball team. Often went to the basket ball games, as well. I was in a few plays, or did behind the scenes Makeup. Lead makeup, several times.

We met when I was 13-14, she was 16. Her older sister drove, so we went to the movies and such all the time.

I am really happy to have found her.

2 years ago I found another from the same school. Who even moved closer this way to Redding CA. She spent a day of Christmas holidays with us.

Now my searches are nearly complete

Until next time...

A Snippet of Erotica #1

A Snippet of Erotica #1
by ellajC

she lay restrained at the foot of the bed. The large balls above the head board shiney in dark ebony finish, the girls hair piled around her cheeks, the ends flowing across pert nipples, shimmering glossed lips purse lighly in a delicate smile, flushed cheeks rosy with a hint of bashfulness, her wrists are above her head, her fingers brush her clammy palms as if to try to loosen the binds, her squirmy demeanor and illuminating glow spills with arousal, the muscles in her thighs accented as they are pulled apart exposing the very vulnerability of her soul.

She whimpers held captive and equally captivated by his will.

Confined by the bonds of his choice and pleasures.

Later, he attaches a leash to the shiny turian collar encircling her neck, releasing the binding fibers one by one, he tugs the chain upon the steel, puts her to the foot of the bed, where she remain until he chooses otherwise.

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(ellajC is a pseudonym I went by for many years and am still called by some on occasion. The C represents my Master's online name)
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