Adventures in Emmieland

I know someone who has been through quite a bit in the last few years and this morning I saw a post she made showing her medications last year she needed with an uplifting post about how much better she's doing now and urging people to get help if they need it. I'm estatic for her, she deserves all the happiness she can find in life. Someoen made a comment that her picture looked like their medicine cabinet now and her reply kinda threw me, she replied to them that it didn't have to always look that way. But I wonder what about if it does? Is it only worthy of celebration if in the getting of help you no longer need as many or any meds to get you through the day? What about the fact that you are getting through the day period? What about all the people who reached out, got help and are doing well on their many meds? Have they somehow failed or stalled? I doubt seriously that was her meaning but I know if I can read it that way so can someone else who isn't secure in...

I've read/heard several people say they teach their kids to create businesses/jobs for themselves rather than get jobs working for someone else. I think it's a worthy goal, a lot of people probably never saw doing there own thing as an option and teaching it to a child is great. I do have a concern though because someonebody still has to work for the people creating the jobs. If we all want to have a business who is our workforce? I simply hope that in teaching the ability and freedom to create we don't end up demeaning those who by choice or cirmumstance have jobs working for someone else. I guess the balance would be in teaching our kids to respect indivuals and their choices so that we don't end up with a bunch of kids/young adults who look down upon or disdain the very people who make their own business' easier to run. Everyone has a purpose and a place and it behooves us to remain gracious and humble even as we seek to move forward.  

I don't know why this old gospel song my mom used to play is haunting my head. Not even all of it just a bit, I'm not sure if the name was No Cost or who the singer was but basically the story was a kid tallied up his chores and how much he should be paid for them then his mom takes the paper and starts singing about how she stayed up with him when he was sick, prayed for him, carried him, you get the picture, and there is no cost. Now some may find that sweet but even as a kid I found it creepy as hell. It's like look kid I brought you in this world and I've taken care of you and look at me not charging you a dime for it! To paraphrase Chris Rock, did she want a fucking cookie, you're supposed to take care of your kids low expectation having mfers. I felt sorry for the kid, he's just looking for a legit way to make a little pocket money and instead he gets this massive guilt trip. Of course at the end the kid no longer wants payment and is in tears at the a...

It's surreal I've been driving in Canada! That doesn't seem like a big deal to many people but considering my propensity for getting lost and the nerves I have just going down regular roads it's huge for me. I have so far made it to two different shopping centers close by and once by accident I ended up on the 401 and I did not lose my shit. I did however get off as soon as humanly possible. Yesterday it was really cool b/c I went to a small mall that I've always taken major roads to get to but my gps decided I needed to go the scenic route yesterday. I was amazingly pretty. All the trees with various shades of green cold red and some shades I don't have words for. I was sad I couldn't stop and take pictures. The pics from close to my house are close without capturing the complete majesticness of seeing it from the top of a hill. Today I was pushed out by the dire need for cold medicine and I'm glad I went since they were having a sale! I love sales,...

Flogging hurts. That's a tidbit I should have remembered before ordering a flogger. And I didn't stop there oh no my masochism obviously knows no bounds because I got a riding crop too. And so begins the slow process of updating our toy drawer.  Das was more than happy to reacquaint me with the intimacies of suede against my skin and a burning bottom. As much as I wiggled and whimpered I am in my happy place. Playing isn't essential in an M/s dynamic but as far as I'm concerned it's a darn nice perk.

I saw a humans of New York post about a woman who left her husband for beating her but considered herself done wrong when the government stepped in for her beating her children. Irony anyone?

Today was one of those busy because I can't sit still although I'm tired days. I got laundry done, made a fix on the bed slats (we broke the bed but it was worth it) and cleaned the kitchen, all before having breakfast. Then I took some time to do pictures. Some of them are kinda cute if I do say so myself.  Looks like P is going to be here a while. Today the doctor discovered that her other knee is fractured. The knee she was using to keep weight off her opposite fractured ankle. It sucks for her and I hope things get better.