Adventures in Emmieland

I haven't seen much written about the every day boring as hell bite your tongue because you'd rather be somewhere doing something else aspect of slavery.  Das is an intelligent man with varied interests, most of which I don't share. Hence the periods of mind numbing boredom. :)  We were talking about global economics today for a bit, intriguing as some of it is it's not something that I, on my own, spend much time talking about, which brings us to slavery. You know what I get to do when Das has a hankering to talk economics and I want to read a novel, talk about pop culture, take a nap... I get to talk about economics. I'm pretty sure that the torture of doing something you don't find interesting only because your master does is right up there with being a non masochist paired with a sadist. Might be worse since at least the kinky stuff might be sexy in a round about way but there is no sexy to be found in trying not to yawn while simultaneously working overt...

Today has been a way better day, things finally starting to fall into place starting with finding good winter boots for $40! They are so cute too. No more frozen toes during winter walks in the park for me!  

Not wanting to spark a huge debate in RCIA class I hadn't questioned (out loud) the whole birth control thing. I don't get though how not having sex during fertile periods on purpose in order to control family size is also being open to life and not doing anything that would obstruct creation. So is the argument against birth control about the method or the idea of not being "open to life"  because if it's the latter I can't think of anything less "open" than abstaining specifically to not chance pregnancy. And why pray tell is abstaining even an option for family size control. From a biblical point of view it's unsupportable. There is a passage in the new testament about husbands and wives not keeping themselves from each other except for periods of prayer and fasting. Notice the option of to make sure we don't have any(more) kids isn't mentioned.  And there is another passage that states that husband and wives don't own their ow...

This nearly complete lack of sleep is getting to me. I think I've consumed more tea in the last week than was tossed overboard in Boston. I have no idea why my tummy waits until bedtime to decide it is simply not happy with it's current state of affairs. Bleh. On the upside spankings have resumed and morale has definitely improved. As much as I fight against being a masochist there is no denying the exciting yet soothing nature of a spanking.

I think we are making a mini road trip later this morning. There is an absolutely adorable pup that we want to see if she'll be a good fit for our household but she's not close by. Any excuse to ride I'll take, i love riding in the car. My love of being in the car became such a family joke that I was given a theme song, Iggy Pop's The Passenger.  Of course if I don't get some sleep I'll miss all the cool scenery because I'll be conked out.  It's getting more difficult to sleep with these randomly placed pains plaguing me. I think this means I get more pillows so it's not all bad. 

The rainy blahness of the morning made me want to stay in bed and after getting up and about that urge was stronger. I managed to get up/dressed and ready to be productive and it all went down hill from there.  We had a meeting with a potential landlord set up about an hr away so we left in plenty of time to account for construction traffic. Somehow the traffic was light enough to get us there wayyyy early so we decided to duck into a wholesale warehouse. Our just looking turned into a pair of boots (me) a pair of jeans (me) and trackpants (him). We never just look I swear. So by the time we realized we were running late I texted to say we were 5 minutes away and right after that we came to a traffic halt due to a bad accident. We made it to the place ten minutes later but the landlord had texted me back saying he was leaving and had stuff to do. Since we were there anyway we decided to at least check out the outside and Das declared it "not the one". It didn't help th...

There is something weirdly fun about looking for a new place. We've decided that the city isn't quite the right fit for us anymore and with wanting to be closer to his parents as they get older we are looking a bit out. I love being able to decide lakeside or no, near a park or no, apartment building or converted house... A lot more options once you leave toronto I'm finding.

There are times when I feel my life story is being written by Lemony Snicket because seriously how much bs does one person need to deal with? As wrong as it sounds one of the things I like about reading other people's blogs is the realization that I am not the alone is feeling the universe has it out for me. It's not that I rejoice in other's hardships or wish anyone ill it's more of a comfort in seeing that it isn't al me, some of it is but not all and it's not unheard of for people to have periods (often recurring) of topsy turvyness. Right now we are dealing with new medications, looking for a new apartment, red tape in getting unemployment all while Das is looking for a new job. Not to mention the deadline I have before I need to either leave the country or have my visit extended. None of this is stressful at all, at least that's the story I tell. In reality, while I have a deeply held sense that things will work out I'm currently short on ideas ...

At what point is consent informed enough and when are actions deplorable but not criminal. I've seen a trend of criminalizing unethical behavior that strictly speaking isn't actually criminal. We seem to be losing the ability to separate and accept that there is a great area of something being an asshole move without it being a crime.  I started thinking about this again die to reading an article about a woman who posed as a man to have sex with her friend. http://www.lgbtqnation.com/2015/11/woman-who-posed-as-man-to-have-sex-with-friend-sentenced-to-eight-years-in-prison/2/      She was convicted of sexual assault.  In reading the article I saw that the friend consented to wearing a blindfold and having sex with a guy who was a virtual stranger. So consent was there, informed consent well that is rather subjective. How informed did she need to be and who makes that determination? When is a person not informed enough for the lack of information to be a crim...

We were talking about football aka soccer earlier and the discussion of young players still in the youth acedemies get picked. I have seen coaches say that this or that young player isn't fit to move up in the ranks because they don't score all the time which makes me crazy because anyone actually on a soccer team knows that you don't do best with a team full of strikers. People have wondered why the finding defensive players and good outfielders has become so difficult and I place much of the blame on the glorification of the striker which even those cultivating young players have fallen prey to. In a team sport it needs to be kept in mind that all the positions are important for the team as a whole to do well. It's great to have an amazing striker but what happens if they never get the ball because no one knows how to pass or if your team gets scored on constantly because no one can defend worth a damn. A team who is incapable of doing as well as they could if all t...

I think sometimes we as women are too quick to jump to the front with a solution in our relationships with men. I can't speak for lesbian relationships so I'm just going with what I have most knowledge of. An example of what I mean is we need a cheaper apartment and I started off looking myself, trying to figure out where is good and whatnot although I don't have a good enough knowledge of the area to make informed decisions. My attitude was that I had to do it b/c obviously Das wasn't going to and it needed to be done. Mind you I hadn't actually asked him to do it or even to help me, I just took of with an idea. Somewhere along the way I stopped., I was tired and making myself loopy because I wasn't the best person to make these decisions. I didn't throw a tantrum or even announce that I was removing myself from the apartment hunt. For about a week Das said nothing to me but unbeknownst to me he was looking himself and had come up with several viable op...

It's morning but I think it would be stretching it to say the day has dawned given how dark it is. A large grey cloud of fog is hanging out by my balcony and it has been raining, a perfect stay in bed eating bonbons (which I only recently learned is french for candy) but there are errands to run and a possible meet up with a friend of Das later. I think I'll be making chocolate cake soon because there should be chocolate cake for breakfast.  I couldn't even say what I've been doing the last few days but I seem to be busy. Talking to my dad this week has been odd. He's got a new girlfriend and this one seems to have sticking power. She sounds pretty nice and he sounds very happy. It's weird trying to figure out where the sarcastic impatient man who was with my mother has gone. Not that I don't think being nice is the better option just wondering why he's suddenly so capable of it. 

I don't think I'm moving my bum off this chair for the rest of the day. We decided earlier to combine my needing to go to the bank and post office with a trip to the dog park and somehow in all this I ended up walking around 2 miles. I'm pooped. And once again the water is off in my building so no soaking in a warm bath for me. This building has more issues with their pipes than anywhere else I've lived by far. This summer I swear they shut down the water at least once a week. I seriously hope they've fixed whatever it is this time. Luckily I got up rather early and made sure dishes were down and whatnot. Now to settle in for reading, napping and relaxing.