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Happy New Year, everyone! I want to wish all of you Dear Readers a safe and festive New Year's Eve, followed by a wonderful year filled with love and joy! Thank you for reading this blog! These are pictures of Bentley and Bonkers that I captioned. Just some silliness for the day! Hugs, Katie :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ Bentley:  She likes to sleep in this position. I really don't know how she keeps from suffocating! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~ Bonkers:  Bonkers decided to crawl into my sweater, and got stuck with her head in the sleeve! Goofy kitty! Current Mood: giddy
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Could someone please explain to me why it is that spankees who meet up with a spanker for the sole purpose of being spanked, whine about it? What's up with that? Obviously, if you are going to meet someone for a spanking, then you CHOOSE to be there and to be spanked. Why on earth would you then complain that the spanker is mean, or had no reason to spank you, or, even worse, ask for suggestions for getting out of being spanked? This makes absolutely no sense to me. This is supposed to be a consensual fetish. If you truly don't want a spanking, then don't plan a trip around it. I think this bothers me so much because there are women out there who really are being battered and abused, and when spankees play this game of "I don't deserve a spanking," it demeans those who live with constant physical abuse. It also, in my opinion, tends to give the impression that the spanker they are playing with is forcing them into a spanking. Someone on a forum to which I belong posted yesterday that she had spilled coffee on her top's lap, and he told her that she would be spanked for it. She then proceeded to ask the members of the forum for reasons to give him why she should not be spanked. I posted that "Wasn't spanking the whole point of the visit?" and my post was deleted by the moderators. No reason given, just deleted. If you plan to spend the weekend being spanked, why would you complain when the spanking happens? Spanking between adults should be safe, sane and consensual. Therefore, whinging about getting a spanking, in this instance, makes no sense whatsoever. You went there to be spanked, you got spanked, end of story. I'd love to hear any and all thoughts on this subject. Katie :) Current Mood: annoyed
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Last week, we found out that my father has colon cancer. The doctors insisted on surgery as soon as possible, so he is having surgery later today (Tuesday). I'm having a lot of anxiety about this. My dad is 71, type II diabetic, and has a history of heart attacks and multiple surgeries on his feet for diabetic neuropathy. He can't feel his feet, so he gets wounds on them that don't heal for months. Years ago, he was misdiagnosed when he had appendicitis, and subsequently his appendix burst. When they finally operated, he had peritonitis so severe that closing his incision was not possible...it had to be packed. Therefore, I am freaking out about his surgery today. This is my daddy. He has been through all of my kidney problems with me....the 36 surgeries I had in six years' time, the dialysis, the transplant, the recovery....everything. And now he's ill. I'm truly, nauseatingly terrified. My mom died in 1980. I know that at some point, Dad will go, too. I just am not ready for it to be now. I don't want to miss him. For those who pray, please add him to your prayers. For those that don't, please send good thoughts his way. Thank you all. Hugs, Katie Current Mood: scared
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I really don't like Halloween. Yes, I said it. Hate me if you must. I don't like masks on peoples' faces. I don't like being obligated to spend money on candy to give to kids I've never met. I particularly don't like the fact that some people believe that simply because they put on a costume, they no longer have to abide by the normal rules of decency. Who decided that it was perfectly fine to dress up and vandalize peoples' homes? Or act like a complete idiot? I don't get it. I admit it. I'm a Halloween Scrooge. I don't like feeling compelled to wear a costume. I'm happy being myself. I don't want to be anyone else. I am not interested in dressing as, say, a pirate and saying "Aarrrgh!" all night. And what about the people who Trick or Treat when they are obviously YEARS too old to do so? If you're in high school, you're too old to be begging for candy. Grow up, already! WTF is up with that?? Okay, maybe I'm cranky because I've had H1N1 for the past 5 weeks. But seriously, don't show up at my door if you're older than 12 or are wearing a mask. I won't open it. Katie DISCLAIMER: When I was 6 years old, I went to a huge Halloween gathering with my family, including my grandmother, aunts and uncles, and 11 cousins. At this gathering, I was attacked by a man in a mask who was about 35 years old and drunk beyond oblivion. Obviously, this has colored my feelings about Halloween.
Current Mood: cranky
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Once again, I have not updated for a while. Truthfully, I was a little afraid to do so. When I got home from NYC, life got very difficult. I've been ill again, and have made a few trips to the hospital. I had some internal bleeding and needed some blood transfusions (always an issue when you have received a kidney transplant), and I really was feeling dreadful. Then we had a completely unusual heat wave here in Washington State. Last week we had several days in a row of triple-digit temperatures. I spent hours and hours in the bathtub, because in WA most homes and apartments don't have air conditioning. Luckily, our dear friends drafty and Perry invited us to visit them at their home across the Sound, because they have A/C. Thank goodness for sweet friends who welcome us like family! Another problem was that an earlier post of mine caused trouble on one of the many forums to which I belong. Apparently some members there didn't like something I posted here about someone, and the moderators decided to ban me for a couple of days. Interestingly, because NO ONE can censor my blog, the post has remained up on my blog, but I did remove a direct quote that I had taken from that forum. Fair enough. The forum is a closed site that offers privacy to its members, along with the assumption that only members can read any post written there. Mea culpa. As I said, I removed the quote, but the post is definitely still up ( ascuseme.livejournal.com/2009/05/26/ ). I posted about this person (who is not named!) as a warning to people who might run into him in the scene. I still believe that the warning is appropriate. And because I can say whatever I like about whoever I choose on my personal blog, it will remain there. Also, when I returned from my trip, I was asked by a number of friends on YIM about the status of my relationship with Razor. WTF? I was actually told by one person that this person had heard that Razor is going to re-join the military because "he would rather go to Afghanistan and get shot at than be with me, because I am a horrible and mean person." This would be hilarious if it weren't so damn stupid! I am stating unequivocally here and now....RAZOR AND I ARE STILL TOGETHER, STILL ENGAGED, AND NOTHING COULD BREAK US UP! Just so you know. Hugs, Katie :)
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I'm still in NYC, still having a wonderful time with my great friend P, until this morning.
I get up, shower, dress, and go downstairs to get coffee and breakfast, and........
slip and fall down the stairs!
Both P and her husband were out, so I call P on her cell and tell her I've fallen down the stairs and trashed my ankle. She calls her hubby, they both rush home to find me on the couch with my ankle the size of a grapefruit. They iced it, then had the absolutely brilliant idea to take me not to the local ER, where I would probably still be waiting to be seen, but to their foot specialist. Said specialist sees me immediately, x-rays my ankle (which is not broken, thanks be) but is badly sprained. He wrapped it for me, and now I'm spending the day on P's couch with my foot elevated, waiting for the pain meds to kick in.
Dagnabit! And we were having such a great time, too! Only *I* could be so clumsy! Hopefully, this won't kill all our plans for the week.
On a much happier note, P and I went to PaddlesNYC, a BDSM club in NYC that held a spanking discussion/demo last Saturday night. I had a blast! It was so much fun, made even more special by the fact that I got to meet a friend from BL (HarrySpanks) and my really good friends Sandy and Rad. And Rad, being the giving sort, agreed to spank me, which of course was exactly what I both wanted and needed. So when today's stupid slip happened, I kept trying to remember, "It's just another pain-induced endorphin rush." Sadly, this did not work, as I barfed from the pain and am now being extremely whiny. Luckily, P is a nurse practitioner and is taking particularly good care of me. Hey, if I'm gonna get injured, at least it happened where I have my own personal medical staff to attend to me!
So how was your day? LOL!
Talk to y'all soon,
Hugs,
Katie :)
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