Adventures in Emmieland

In trying to figure out the appeal endorphin rushes specifically from exercise, (I don't get the runner's high, when I run all I get is tired and crampy) I realized that I do get a high but only when I'm dancing. What we tried to pinpoint after that was if it was the activity of dancing itself or if it was the fact that I express myself sexually through dancing that gives it a different feeling from other forms of exercise. I decided it was the sexual aspect. In my case I'm lucky that most of my periods of hypersexuality are funnelled as flirting and dancing, relatively harmless with low risk activities as opposed to higher risk activities of indiscriminate sex. It's pretty funny how the intersection of my backround as a good girl and my low impulse control paired with high sexuality leads to being a very flirty person who while enjoying the back and forth inherent in flirtation has no desire to pursue further activities with anyone other than a given partner.

We are tea drinking, toffee loving insomniacs.  Our poor puppy looks quite put through that we aren't still in bed so horror of horrors, he has to curl up in his crate. Tomorrow (really later this morning) I get to have tea with a friend! woohoo go me leaving the house. :) Hope I don't fall asleep in my cup, tired but can't sleep sucks.

Sometimes it trips me out just how much Das takes care of me. We had some kind of chicken/rice curry dish for dinner tonight. Because tomato based sauces upset my stomach he made a cream based sauce of the curry, he also put rosemary in it in order to cut down on bloating. As we talked about how yummy it was he told me that spices are good for the kidneys b/c they help get toxins out of the body but through sweat thus reducing the stress on the kidneys. He also brings me specific teas that are diuretics and good for bloating. The man has not only researched my condition in a medical way he's found ways of helping my body create some balance that so thoroughly incorporate our lives I most times don't notice.  and of course he has found a multitude of creative ways to increase my veggie intake. It's sometimes easy for me to believe that he doesn't have me at the forefront of his mind due to stuff like him being terrible at keeping up on reading my blog so it's nice ...

Well now I know why petite pants never fit right. After taking the time to look up how to properly measure inseams Das and I measured mine. 29 3/4 inches which at 5' 2.5" is unusually high. Petite inseams are usually around 27 inches. Of course this does show that I'm not delusional in thinking I am long legged for a short girl. Of course the rest of my measurements are the reason I seriously need my own seamstress. None of the top three (chest, waist, hips) fall into the same size on a size chart, lol

I actually listened to an Adele song today for the first time. I've heard snippets before but never watched a video or deliberately listened to one from start to finish. Man, the sads are real. It takes quite a bit of talent to make you blue over a situation you aren't even in, lol. Mad props to her because the girl is good. I personally won't have her on my playlist because well, I prefer not being thrown into depression by song thank you very much.

There is nothing like having the kind of friends who you can show naked pictures of yourself and have them critique them and tell you how to make them more sultry. Being grown rocks. :)

Now I know why Das has been looking at me all concerned when he thinks I don't see him. In my quest to find cute leggings I needed to measure my waist hips and thighs and damn, when did I get a 39 inch waist? Even at my heaviest my waist wasn't that big and I'm quite a ways from that weight now. I totally have 4 month pregnant belly going on so he's freaking out because the reasonable explanation is that my kidneys have gotten huge(r) in the last year.  I'm glad that overall I'm feeling ok though, now if I can just find some damn leggings...

In a few weeks I'll get about 4 deliveries. I think I went a wee bit overboard buying rings, bails, and pendants to adorn my collar. No reason I can't be enslaved in style. I tried 3 different online stores so I'll have to see which one has the best service. So hard to be sure something is going to look right from a picture but I tried. My idea is to be able to switch them out to match my outfits or simply my moods. Das said I'm a very girly girl as he laughed at my enthusiastic fashion based plotting. He also trimmed my hair today so that it is finally cut the way I'd originally intended. Now I have to grow it back out but this time I'm pretty sure bottom of the shoulder blades is plenty long enough. Since I've sent in my annulment package my thoughts have started to turn towards hairstyles and dresses for the wedding. Not that we are anywhere near being able to actually plan for it yet but pre pre planning entertains me. Funny the stuff we do to destress...

It's been just over a week since I curled my hair this time and while they are loosening a lot they are still hanging around. Yesterday I opted for free curling but today I decided to try a faux hawk-ish style. I'm feeling it. I am still feeling like the top layers are too long though, trying to resist the urge to trim them more until it all gets a bit longer.   

I've heard a lot of people say that dating in the bdsm world is just like dating in the vanilla world. In fact I've probably said it myself but I think I was wrong. Reason being that dating non kinky has a lot of general support and structures to follow or deviate from somewhat but all in all people aren't winging it in the same way. Kinky dating whether you are looking for someone play compatible or looking for M/s or a combination thereof is walking off the beaten path. You can't date someone in a vanilla manner and know if you'll suit kink wise. To some degree you have to actually try it.  I guess some people who are specifically looking for some form of kink,  do date in a strictly vanilla manner initially then switch over when they feel comfortable with their person, but I can see that falling apart simply because you aren't actually getting to know the person in the manner in which you wish to relate to them. Now I'm not saying that in order for it...

Last week the class had a discussion about politics and abortion that left me thinking some of my classmates are crazy. One guy said that one couldn't be a good catholic and vote for liberals b/c of their pro choice stance and a couple others agreed. Someone even said that they went to voting booths and wrote on their ballot that they weren't voting for anyone because there were no pro life candidates. I somehow managed to keep myself from rolling my eyes but seriously? My statement that I don't think banning abortion was the way to go instead the focus should be on caring for people so that the choice to have an abortion wouldn't have such pull was met with many raised eyebrows. I honestly don't get why some people have such a difficult time with actions that show compassion but only in certain areas. It's difficult for me to reconcile people being all for forgiveness and love except in the case of a woman who has had an abortion. With the way these people we...

We went to celebrate Thanksgiving with Das' parents yesterday. It was a great time, they are quite entertaining. Somehow in the course of conversation his mom mentioned to me that she has a "necklace"  and "bracelet" just like mine. I told Das about it on the way home and he's all oh yea I guess I never told you about that. SMH In the pattern of parents everywhere we were sent home with gifts, coffee, a nearly entire pie (his dad snuck a piece since it is his favorite), sparkling waters, and a duvet plus 2 covers. Oh and of course leftovers from dinner and a freezer bag of brussel sprouts that she had picked off the vine herself and 2lbs of bacon.  At this rate we may not need to go shopping for quite a while, lol. I'm glad we are enjoying our time together and although his mom didn't let me take her picture this time she did say I could later. Today there will be lots of resting because we all helped to put the cover on the pool which included l...

It's pretty funny how much basic things can be so entrancing. We went to one of the bigger supermarkets today and I swear I was content to just wander around ogling all the offerings.  Grocery stores are like kryptonite for me, so much food! And because Das loves to spoil me he went out of his way to find a shop that sold English toffee and the brand of Irish tea I've been wanting. So now I'm sitting here toffee consumed sipping on tea and plotting on finding single serving of bread and sticky pudding. It's a simple life but I'm a simple girl so it works.

Since we can't take the pup with us on Sunday we decided to hire a pet sitter. After it was all arranged I told Das that I feel so very middle class, hiring an actual pet city and all. He on the other hand started laughing that his background was so privileged that he hadn't even thought about it, it's just what one does. This of course sent us into fits of laughter because we are so different in some ways and yet so similar in others.

Marriage is a sacrament and the sexual union between husband and wife is said to be the physical representation of God's love so why is it considered practically blasphemous to even suggest that Jesus might have been married?

Something hit me last night as I started to drift off to sleep. In catechism class our priest told us that the 10 commandments were direct from God and as such they had to be obeyed in a way that the laws in Leviticus didn't because they are the laws of men. Well he also said anything that Jesus said was the same thing, obedience to his direct words is mandatory without variation but the words of the apostles have to be understood in context. Well it hit me last night that in neither the 10 commandments nor the direct words of Jesus said anything at all about homosexuality. So by that argument it can be construed that homosexuality isn't actually something God is concerned with since the only speakings of it were in the "laws of men"  I haven't actually heard this argument before which doesn't mean no one has made it but it did highlight to me a certain flaw in the catholic thinking on homosexuality.

For some odd reason I was just thinking about all the arguments I've heard for years about how not disciplining your children means you hate them per the bible. Interestingly enough I've only heard this as a way of defending spankings. No mention is ever made that the word discipline when used as a verb means to teach.  I suppose one could say that teaching is done via spanking but I personally don't buy that. Teaching is done to promote understanding not to incite fear. You can certainly elicit compliance through fear but understanding well that takes a lot more effort.

Evil evil migraines for the last few days. Methinks I'm going to need to look into migraine meds and try to ease the stress in my life. My poor head. In happy news I have gotten the pup to actually use his crate. Amazing the difference relocating it and throwing a blanket in there makes. Slowly but surely the muttly is learning decent manners. How sad is it that I dance a happy dance when I get him to sit in the elevator especially if someone else is in it. a small thing but an oh so good thing.

After shopping today we came back to a note on the door: "dear neighbor, your dog barks all day when you aren't home. please make him stop, thank you"  Now please explain to me how I stop him from barking if I'm not home? Not to mention we are very rarely gone all day, nearly everyday I'm home all day.  Not to mention when we left today, he wasn't barking and when we got back (3 hrs later) he wasn't barking which is the usual situation. I've had a person who lives down the hall tell me that he barks occasionally but not for long so I'm rather suspicious of the all day barking claim. To say Das was not amused is an understatement of epic proportions. Hopefully we will be able to find a townhouse or something without so many neighbors right on us b/c this city living with the pup is not working for me. The people one side of us have kids that scream bloody murder for several hours most days. While I sympathize with their plight I'd still rather...

After reading a post about the pope on a blog I tend to enjoy if not always agree with I started thinking about why the blogger's post on Pope Francis are so much harsher than her posts on other religious leaders. There was an irony to the fact that she had previously written a blog post admonishing the attitude of defeatism inherent in the "life isn't fair get over it" proclamation of a different blogger. she spent a great deal of time and effort explaining why although we know life isn't fair that should not prevent us from working towards helping things be more fair by being active in social justice.  She also writes mostly about fundamentalist, evangelical, quiverfull, conservative christianity of various styles with an eye to nuance and condemning the bad while highlighting the good and seeking to understand as well as explain the complexity of the people involved in these sects. However in her post on the pope there was no nuance, there was a distinct dism...