Round and Round and Some New Things for Me

There really isn't much going on here. There are times I like it boring, but I like a little action every now and then. It seemed for awhile there I couldn't make the drama go away. Now, it's almost like I can't coax it over with the offer of a steak dinner, some wine, and maybe a little action. Wait, that was hubby. He's always interested in a steak dinner. Anyway...

• I had to buy new underwear. I've lost about 45 pounds and nothing really fits. I think I'm finally in the next smaller size. We'll see when I go to buy new jeans next week. I cleaned out my closet and I have almost nothing left. I cleaned out my drawers in the dresser. Yeah, I don't have a lot left in there, either. I kept some shorts because I have a belt. It's time for those to go as well. The two things I couldn't get rid of are bras and panties. Bras will have to wait until hubby and I can get to the mall and Victoria's Secret. Although I have dropped two band sizes, I have gone up a cup size. I don't understand it, but I'm not the one making special size bras. It was time to toss the undies and get some that fit. I'm tired of tugging everything up with my pants. I'm tired of my pants slipping, but the undies falling if you know what I mean. Wearing a skirt is OUT. OF. THE. QUESTION. I'd end up just stepping out of them when they hit the floor and keep on walking. I actually bought the right size. I like one pair so much, I may go back and buy every color they have. 
• I had the kids with me when I went shopping. The poor boy. There is a pajama section right next to the delicate's section. That's where the boy hangs out so he doesn't have to look at all the lacy things.  I got what I needed, and off we go to the register. Only there wasn't anyone at the register, so we go searching for another one. And who do we see coming the other way? My MIL and my nephew. They were birthday shopping for my nephew. I don't know if they saw us or not. I moved pretty quick to head the other way. Right back into the delicate section. My poor boy. We had to go round and round to keep from being seen. I had panties in my hand. I didn't want to see anyone I knew, but specially them. Now I'm all tied in knots. Ack!
• Seeing them threw me so off my game I forgot to go to the grocery store. That wouldn't have been such a big deal except I forgot to get milk and some things I needed to make dinner. Well, shit! Of course, I didn't realize that until I was home trying to make dinner. I was making stuffed bell peppers with peppers from our garden. Oh, yummy! Well, it would have been anyway. Off to the grocery store we go at 7 and pick up something for dinner while we're out. I was not looking forward to that. Hubby, either, truth be told. When you have hungry kids and a hungry hubby, you do what you have to and that was what I had to do. We'll have peppers tomorrow, by gosh, by golly. 
• At 9 pm,. my mama meter expires. I am no longer on duty. Tonight, it also means I'm going to bed. I'm going to try and not let the fun of my day get me down. I feel better already.

 Signing off for now. Thanks for letting me vent.
  

Stuffed

Oh my giddy aunt. You bunch of chickens!! I see nobody commented on my 50 Shades blog. Really? Y'all make me laugh. Now that I'm done laughing, here's what we've been doing.

• We slaughtered chickens on Saturday. Not our sweet, egg-laying ladies. These were our fat, meat chickens. It was time. I guess I should say we processed them. Slaughter is such an ugly word. We went in on chickens with three other families. There were 20 to start with, but 2 didn't make the trip. The chickens stayed at one house and the other two families took turns feeding and taking care of them. We live about 30 minutes away, so that was a little much for us. Our part of the deal was come process day, we help. It may sound morbid or gross or whatever, but I had the best time. Hubby helped with the bloody stuff and the main defeathering process. My friend S and I would fetch the freshly cleaned chickens and pull all the pin feathers. That was harder than you might think. The big girl would get them when we were done. She would wash them, bag them, and weigh them. If you know my big girl, and some of you do, you would think she would run screaming in the other direction. She did an awesome job. Because we were short 2 chickens, we divided them up by weight. We all got around 33 pounds of chicken. I made one Sunday night, then used what was left to make chicken enchiladas tonight. They were super good, I must say. I still have 4 chickens in my freezer just waiting. 
• I am ready for this election to be over. I am ready for politicians to actually start telling the truth. Romney said people are dependent on the government and feel entitled. He's right. Obama said he believed in a redistribution of wealth. He's an idiot. They both lie to get what they want. I'm a Ron Paul kind of gal. I think we need to stop supporting foreign countries until we can get our shit straight. I think Medicare, and Medicaid, for that matter need to be overhauled. I think all entitlement programs need to be shut down for a year. Sorry, stand on your own two feet. Tough love, baby.  I think education needs to be about education not test scores. And if a child needs to be left behind, then a child needs to be left behind. I think teachers should be able to find a way to teach where no child is ever left behind, instead of being beholden to politics and unions. I think lobbyists need to be banned from access to all politicians. I think we need to bring all of our troops home and hunker down until our country can stand on it's own. I think we need to work on our infrastructure and our outer structure. I think the two yahoos running for POTUS need to kiss my ass and apologize to all of us. That should get me on the watch list.
• I am down 2 extra activities. We no longer have bible study and I quit science co-op today. The kids and I cannot stand the curriculum. To see my kids physically cringe when it was time to do science just broke my heart. We are changing curriculum and are pretty excited about it. Moving on. I have no idea what we're going to do with our time. 
• We are reading Missing May as our after dinner book. It is about a man who lost his wife. They had adopted a little girl who's mom had died and was a distant family member. It's the story of how the two of them are coping after her death and how they aren't. The big girl had received it as a Christmas present in 3rd grade from her teacher. We had never read it. I felt like now was a good time. We are still having some grieving issues. I'm hoping this will help us cope. Good grief something needs to. I read one part tonight and almost lost it. The kids asked me if I was alright. Some days I am, some days not so much. 
• Speaking of reading, I'm hoping to get to a stack of books I have in the kitchen. We have a little corner table and that's where all the books go. I was looking at my request list from the library and I need to order more books. I did check out some e-books. I'm hoping since they downloaded through my cloud that I get to keep them. The problem is reading on my Kindle. I have no problem reading it, it's when I stop reading I have issues. I guess because I've focused so close for an extended period of time I have a hard time focusing far away for a little while. Naps help. I can shut my eyes and I can see just fine when I wake up. Of course, I don't always get a nap after I read on my Kindle. I just don't read for long if I can avoid it. But I got some really good books. 
• I read an article the other day on the debate between spanking and not spanking. One woman went so far as to say that if you spank your kids, she doesn't want to be your friend. To quote Johnny Ringo from Tombstone, "Bye."  We have always been spankers and we will continue to be. Does that mean I beat my kids all the time? No, it means I discipline my kids the way that works for them. Spanking does nothing for the big girl, but you take her phone and iPod away, and good grief, it's like she was dying. Time out works best for the boy. He would rather have a spanking and get it over with. The baby does not like to be spanked. She would rather do time out or have her video games taken away. Sometimes, though, the wooden spoon comes out and everyone gets a couple swats. Those are rough days, let me tell you what. 

That's all I have for now. I have emptied my brain and crossed stuff off my list. I'm gonna watch a movie with hubby. I like these nights.

50 Shades of Bullshit

I hate the media. It doesn't matter what network you listen to. They are all trying to get you to "look at me, listen to what I say, don't look over there." Have you seen the way people handle themselves lately? I blame believing the hype. Look at what we find acceptable. More people know who the Kardashians are than who's running for President. I cannot believe I put that name on my blog. You get my point? Along with all that came a trilogy.

50 Shades of Grey was supposed to be "the" summer book. Then it became the "summer trilogy". Some libraries were banning it. Some stores pulled it off their shelves. Meanwhile, some libraries were buying as many copies as they could. It supposedly saved Amazon and a couple of big bookstore chains. Really? It was supposed to be the BDSM manual. It was a marriage saver. "We've never had better sex!" someone said on national TV. Wait, what? You haven't had great sex? It took these books? You know what all this hype meant? It meant I had to read the books. So I did.

Our little library that we go to had a temporary librarian. She was about my age and pretty hip. She also liked to wear these low cut tops that just screamed for people to look at her boobs. So I did. They were nice. But I digress and lose 10 readers all at the same time. Our library system had not one copy. She ordered 3 of each book. Then the library suddenly had several copies. Nothing like a good bandwagon to jump on. I was the first to get the book from our library. She automatically signed me up for the other two so I would be the first to get those, too. Told you I liked her. They were good books, too.

The thing they weren't was what the media had hyped them to be. They were a great read. They were a quick read, too, which is what I like. It flowed well. The story was decently strong. But it wasn't a BDSM manual. It wasn't even that great for sex. When you listen to all the interviews and discussions, you expect erotic fiction. Did they have lots of sex? Well, hell yeah. But so did I when hubby and I first got together. If we had 10 seconds alone, some body's pants were down within 1 and we were pulling up and zipping by 10. DO NOT tell me you weren't the same way when you first met your partner. I had a friend tell me that when hubby and I got married, every time we had sex the first year, put a quarter in a jar. Your jar will overflow. The second year,  you're to take a quarter out every time you had sex. You would still have quarters in your jar. We wouldn't know because my BIL stole the quarters while we were on vacation. (See, that shit goes way back. Do you still wonder why I have issues with the family?)

I expected EROTIC FICTION!!!!!!!! Yeah, that isn't what I got. If you want EROTIC FICTION, you need to read Lora Leigh or Jami Alden or Selena Kitt. Now, those ladies will make you wet and squishy in places that you didn't know could get wet and squishy. Every time I see a new Lora Leigh book is coming out, I am on the library website, marking my place in line. She has stories with a plot (shocking), relationships with alpha males (lots of telling what to do, but with vulnerability), and action (as in fighting, not sex) in her stories. They are mostly about military type men. If you like a sexy spy novel, read her. Jami Alden has several series, but she also does stand alone books as well. And Selena Kitt has a Baumgartner series that is just sex on a page. It will work you up good and proper for sure. You can only get her books on Amazon, if you're interested. Now, those ladies know how to write erotic fiction.

50 Shades was a really good relationship novel with lots of sex. It was about a man and woman who needed to find what was working and what was definitely not working. It was about a virgin who had to catch up and quick. There was a learning curve and she decided that she didn't need an A. B or C was fine. It was about changing and finding that place inside that allows you to be comfortable with who and what you are. It's about deciding what is a deal breaker and what is a deal maker. There were a couple times in the book, I could have smacked them both. Do not let that man intimidate you!! Who the hell do you think you are to talk to her that way?!? Fuck you!! Wait, that's what he wants. Well, her, too, and now that I've read it, maybe I do, too. Digressing...

If you want a good book with quite a bit of good sex, go for it. If you are looking for erotic fiction, it's ok. It's not the best, but it'll do. Don't believe the hype. I did what I encourage all my readers to do. I did my own research. I liked the book. As we speak, I'm waiting for my email for my links to the digital version of the trilogy from our library so I can reread them. They were good books, but they weren't worthy of twitchy palms. Maybe a little spasm.

Laters, baby.