Happy BDSM Valentine’s Day

For the record, Valentine’s Day is not my favorite holiday – It’s a Hallmark holiday so there’s too much pressure to “show” your love with material things and I don’t like it.  Although, in all honesty, I would probably like it more if I got roses.

But MP, even when we were in the throes of passion, was not a Dozen Roses kind of guy.  Yes, I’ve hinted, I’ve said, “Yeah, I really like cut flowers. Roses, particularly.”  But he’s not ever going to get me roses. And that’s ok.

And really Valentines Day should be about the pleasure of showing your loved one how much you love them, not about getting roses, right?  So I bought him a box of chocolates and a card.

This morning, i googled Valentine cards BDSM and get some delightful results.  Here are some of them:


So Happy Valentine’s Day to you – hoping you have a lovely day!

“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”
~ Ursula K. Le Guin


Powerful Words

“For the rest of history, for most of us, our bright promise will always fall short of being actualised; it will never earn us bountiful sums of money or beget exemplary objects or organisations….

Most of us stand poised at the edge of brilliance, haunted by the knowledge of our proximity, yet still demonstrably on the wrong side of the line, our dealings with reality undermined by a range of minor yet critical psychological flaws (a little too much optimism, an unprocessed rebelliousness, a fatal impatience or sentimentality). We are like an exquisite high-speed aircraft which for lack of a tiny part is left stranded beside the runway, rendered slower than a tractor or a bicycle.”
― Alain de Botton, The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work

I’m doing some work on Conscious Aging, and when I ran across these words they slammed me like the voice of truth.  Interesting.

The next question, of course, is “So what?”  What does that mean for me and my life?  Or you and yours?

Tonight 1-8

I traveled today.  I’m in a different state, 1,000 miles from home.  I got a lot of work done while I was traveling, had dinner with some co-workers here where we talked about work stuff and then personal lives.   The food was lovely, and we laughed and shared some good moments.

I got back to my hotel just a few minutes late for the class I’m taking.  Joined the class (on-line) and listened to some interesting material, participated in some discussion.  Nibbled on some dark chocolate with acai & blueberry flavors.  Had a cup of tea – Egyptian licorice.

After class, I took a hot bath and sipped a glass of red wine, lit the scented candle that jade gave me.  Put on my favorite nightgown – burgundy, some kind of soft material, like a slip, with a bit of lace.  Added my favorite silky robe.  About ready to have one more cup of tea before I brush my teeth and go to bed.

In this moment, it feels like I am so fortunate to have this life that I can’t imagine complaining about anything.


Guess Whose Birthday It Is!

Yes!!  It’s Elvis’ birthday!!



And here’s me today:Hard working

Well, kind of anyhow.

I’m still celebrating the King’s birthday, but I”m not wearing a sliver lame cape in honor of it – thanks for that suggestion though, David, the image is lingering with me…  But look at that Pretty Boy face.


For some reason, Elvis always makes me think of Muhammad Ali.  I’m not sure why exactly except they were both larger than life, both were drafted in the army, and in some ways their fame was even bigger than they were.   The King.  The Greatest.  They were both pretty and that was part of their schtick.  They both changed the world with their gifts, and both had some difficult lives.

Muhammad Ali poses with gloves in this undated portrait.


They had so many things in common, but were so different in other ways.  Their responses to being drafted, for example.   They were both heroes of their era and their lives ended in radically different ways.

If I had more time, it would be fun to think more about the similarities and the differences.  But —-


Gotta go.  Back later…

PS OMG yall, I used Who’s instead of Whose in the title.  Take that as an indication of how crazed I am.  {Slinks off quietly…}

Ok and many other errors, thank you, David.  All fixed now.  Feel free to continue letting me know what I need to edit.  Although.  I am trying to be a recovering perfectionist, not a grammar/spelling perfectionist.

Me and My Sign

Once upon a time, in the very long ago, “What’s your sign?” was an actual pick-up line in bars.  Maybe not a good one, and it became a joke, but it really was a thing.  I don’t put any stock in horoscopes predicting the future, but always enjoyed reading about people’s signs.

My favorite resource was Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs, and I still have a dog-eared copy of it around the house somewhere.  It’s a bit too stereotypically gendered for my tastes these days, but still  holds some truth.  Her description of a Pisces woman includes this:

“Even without astrology, rumors have spread about the charms of a Pisces female. She has her negative points, to be sure, but at first glance she’s every man’s grade school valentine, with maybe just a touch of a Playboy bunny to add some pepper. We might as well admit that the modern, emancipated woman, with her cast-iron image, has made the Pisces girl’s value shoot even higher. With all that freedom from the feminine mystique clouding the air over lover’s lane, the demure, pretty, helpless Neptune creature has to beat off the men with big sticks.
It’s hardly surprising that she’s at a premium. The Neptune female seldom tries to overshadow her man, married or single. She hasn’t the slightest hidden, neurotic desire to dominate him in any way. He can pull out her chair, put on her coat, whistle for the taxi, light her cigarette and talk about how wonderful he is to his heart’s content. All she wants is that he should protect her and care for her. She’s happily content to lean on his big broad shoulder and let him know, with wide-eyed wonder, how strong he is, and how much she needs him in this scary world. Just think of all those wolves out there, waiting to devour Red Riding Hoods. It’s enough to make a girl get out her smelling salts. Even if she isn’t quite as Victorian as all that (though plenty of girl fish are), she’ll be a charming listener to all his troubles, and what is referred to as a good egg through every crisis.”

It seems dreadfully dated to me, but there is just enough truth to all that – or at least there was in my youth – to make me cringe and smile at the same time.  You should go check out your sign.  It’s all on the internet these days – just google Linda Goodman Cancer woman, for example.

But I’m thinking about all this thanks to Jz at A Reluctant Bitch.   She posted links to several articles about “how we are” based on our signs.  She leads with:

How You Struggle with Your Single Life According to your Zodiac Sign: at this link.

Pisces (February 19 – March 20)

“Out of all the signs, Pisces NEED a relationship most. Staying single is a danger to their emotional health. Since they’re extremely sensitive and self-pitying, they need a partner who can comfort and motivate them, because they don’t believe in themselves. A Pisces resists being single at every turn.”

Well.  i’m not sure that staying single is actually a danger to my emotional health.  That seems pretty extreme, i’m sure that i’m fine on my own.  Well, kind of fine.  Maybe not great.  Ok, fine, i do need a partner.

But wait – NOT because i’m self-pitying!!  Ok, i might want someone who will comfort and motivate me, i’ll give them that.  But for sure i’m surviving without it.  So there, stupid article.

Then we move to this one:

Ranking Every Zodiac Sign Based On How Good They Are In Bed at this link.

“If you want to have good, passionate sex, sleep with a Pisces. They’re old souls who see sex as an art. They use it as a way to express themselves, and the act is elevated as a result. People who are with a Pisces lover get to see the physical manifestation of their lover’s feelings, what more can you ask for?”

I’ll take this as true.  Lol, i’m not sure it’s accurate, but i like it.  It does make me wonder how come i’m here all celibate for the last three or so years.  Years, y’all.  And it’s essentially non-consensual celibacy, right?  Oh, well.  It is what it is.

Ranking the Zodiac Signs Based on How Likely They Are to Snap and Kill You at this link.

“When a Pisces is emotional, they just want to drink wine and do something creative with that energy. It’s not going to come out of them with volatility or be in any way, shape, or form murderous. They might kill you with their art and their words, but not anything literal.”

Ha, this is totally me.  Yep.  Bring on the Chardonnay, or the Merlot, depending on the season.   And i might say mean things about you on my blog.  But that’s about it.  I definitely won’t snap and kill you

What does your sign say about you?




The Great Cookie Extravaganza “Not Cookies” Treat

It’s BACK and i’m so glad to be participating in Jz’s Great Cookie Extravaganza!  i’m not much of a baker, or a cook for that matter, but even i can come up with a little something for the holidays!  This easy recipe makes a great gift for the “hard-to-buy-for” people on my list, and is nice to have on hand for the holidays.  It’s delicious over ice cream or in coffee.

Irish Creme

“Irish whiskey mixed with cream and sugar with hints of coffee, chocolate, vanilla, and almond. Will keep for 2 months if refrigerated.”

  • 1 cup heavy cream
  • 1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
  • 1 2/3 cups Irish whiskey
  • 1 teaspoon instant coffee granules
  • 2 tablespoons chocolate syrup
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 teaspoon almond extract

In a blender, combine heavy cream, sweetened condensed milk, Irish whiskey, instant coffee, chocolate syrup, vanilla extract, and almond extract. Blend on high for 20 to 30 seconds. Store in a tightly sealed container in the refrigerator. Shake well before serving.


You can also include Irish Cream in a variety of other desserts:  Irish Cream Chocolate Cheesecake, Irish Cream Brownies, Irish Cream Sugar Cookies… The list goes on and on.  This site offers a good sample of tasty treats.   (Obviously, if you’re living an alcohol-free life, none of these are a good idea.)

For example – Irish Cream Chocolate Mousse


Or Irish Cream Truffle Fudge:


{Full Disclosure:  i haven’t made any of these things except the Irish Cream yet, i’m just thinking they’d be fabulous.}

So thanks for stopping by – I hope you enjoy the pictures and thinking about the goodies pictured here!  Now here’s the list of other wonderful people for you to go visit.





collared mom





His slut






Mrs. Fever

Ms. Constance







Cookie Time!

On Wednesday, December 7,  Jz at A Reluctant Bitch will once again host the:

Great Online Cookie Exchange Extravaganza

If you want to participate, you need to let Jz know by December 5.   If you let Jz know, then you just post a recipe on December 7 for your cookies – or candy – or dip – or whatever holiday goodie you want to share – on your own blog.  With pictures if you have them.


Jz posts the list of people who are participating and many bloggers will come to ooooh and ahhhh over your recipe.  Of course, you will also want to make the rounds of Other People’s Blogs to see what treats they’ve shared.

This will be olivia’s first time participating, so i’m very excited!!  i already know what i’m making.  At least i think i do, i guess i could change my mind.

You should go read Jz’s post about it, but in any case, she says:

“You must contact me (Jz) by Monday, Dec. 5th, with both your name and the address of your blog. (I don’t mind if you do this through the comments section below, but if you do, please make sure that you include an email address at which I can reach you. << why I prefer an email – two birds with one cyber-stone.)”

so don’t forget to do that, or you will be disappointed when the list comes out.