Is silence a yes or a no? Oh, its an “I get to choose” answer!

My Ex doesn’t communicate very well.  He’ll be the first to tell you that forming what to say, for him, is a concentrated effort.  He had real difficulty as a child.  I excel, sometimes, at reading people so I was pretty good at figuring out what he wanted when we were married.

Now that we are divorced our communication is a hit and miss situation.  Classic example is the custody of our middle son.  He is twelve now and if we were to go to court a judge would take his desires into consideration in awarding custody.  When my Ex refused to take custody of our 14 year old for his weekends I got a lot of questions from my twelve year old as to why Luke “gets to stay with you and I don’t?”

My reaction was a compromise between his desires and the Divorce Agreement Custody Arrangements.  Take him one extra weekend a month (so the 2nd when its my weekend AND the 4th weekend).  With the Ex’s agreement, of course.   During the Christmas custody fiasco, Evan told his father he wanted to stay with me.  His father agreed.   So a week before the 4th weekend in January I sent his father a Change of Custody Agreement for him to sign.   You know, to confirm this change.

Just to recap a bit, his father has refused custody of his 14 year old since December, so I the Agreement was also to get it in writing that he’s refusing to take custody.  I have emails and proof that he’s not picking up the boy, so I didn’t think he’d care that I’m just asking for a paper trail of HIS choices.  But, not surprisingly, I heard no word.

Turns out though, there was no school on the Friday of the 4th weekend in January so their father came to my house to pick them up.   Evan asked me if he was staying with me.  I told him I’d not heard and to ask his father.  He went to the car, had a conversation I did not hear since I’m in the house, and then returned saying he was staying.  I did not receive any emails from his father to the contrary! lol

So the 4th weekend in February rolls around… this last weekend… and this issue comes up again on Friday.  Now, Luke is STILL persona-non-grata at his father’s residence.  And we’ve never heard back from the email I sent to the Ex asking for an official change in custody.  Evan asks me if he’s staying with me.  I tell him I don’t know but to pack as if he’s not.

“If your father doesn’t pick you up, send me a text and I’ll come get you,” I told him.

Guess who got a text. lol.  That’s right.  His father didn’t pick him up so he began walking home.  The boy got out at 1:50, his father usually picks him up by 2pm and I got a text from him at 2:12pm to come pick him up.  Which I did.

Now, did I get an email or a phone call or an angry text demanding his 12 year old son?  No.  I DID send him an email that Friday stating that we had the 10 year old’s Nintendo with us cuz we didn’t know if he’d be picking up Evan & Evan usually transports the electronic devices to and from locations.  And that since we heard no word to the contrary, we can “assume” he’s agreeing to the custody change since he didn’t pick him up from school.  And did he want to come by and pick up the 10 year old’s Nintendo?

I sent the email Friday night.  I checked my email all day Saturday and was home all day Saturday, in case he wanted to pick up the Nintendo.   I did not hear back until Sunday at 10am.  And the email was ludicrous.  It stated…

“Your refusal to send the children for their court mandated visitations does not in any way constitute my agreement.  You are in violation of the marital settlement agreement and the child custody order.”

I’m laughing my ass off.  I can’t “refuse” anything you don’t ask or even demand!  And HE was the one refusing to take custody of his 14 year old.   Not once has he informed me he had or has changed his mind and will now take the 14 year old on his weekends.   It was the twelve year old’s desire to have the 4th weekend and not ONCE did he say NO to this suggestion.    Not via email or text or even in person.  And he said nothing about the poor 10 year old’s electronic device!

Since he feels I should interpret his “silences” then he can’t bitch about how I’ll interpret them!  I’m not going to nag him to force his compliance.  And I’m not going to nag him about communicating every little thing.

Because in the past he’s proven that a fruitless endeavor.  He’ll often ignore my emails and texts.  He’ll pass on schedule information through the children (which isn’t fair to them NOR as trustworthy as he thinks it is!) or send THEM texts instead of sending ME texts.  Which is REALLY amusing since I bought them cheap Trak phones which get MUCH less reception when we are home that MY iPhone does.  So THAT isn’t very reliable.

There isn’t a judge on the planet who will think I’m denying him custodial rights when he refuses to take custody of the 14 year old AND then doesn’t pick up the 12 year old.

And I told him all this in my reply.  And told him that custody is a fluid thing.  That it doesn’t HAVE to be strictly enforced.  That if both parties agree that it can be changed.  He’s changed it in December without my agreement, not I.

And why is he making a fuss?  He’s not demanding his weekends with the kids or he’d have sent me an email telling me he’s picking up Evan.  (and Luke)  No, he’s making a fuss cuz he doesn’t want me to sue him for child support.  Because right now, people, he’s not paying me a dime.  And I have 100% custody of the 14 year old, 65% custody of the 10 year old and if the weekend switch stays the same probably 75% custody of the 12 year old.

Tell me a judge isn’t going to order some child support if I sue for it.  Especially when I tell him the 14 year old is eating the equivalent of 6 full meals a day!

 

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The joys of puberty

God I love my kids.  They are endless sources of love and, more obviously, of amusement!

First day of school after a long weekend and its no surprise they slept late.  Rushing them through a quick breakfast and out the door they’re all grumpy except Luke.  Nice to see the medication toning down his high anxiety enough so his natural positive spirit can shine through.

Pulling to the curb to drop the youngest (10 now) off to school for breakfast, I manage to get out an “I love you” before he slams the door.  And grin as I see more than hear him say, “I hate you” in reply.

“Ah.. and so we see a peak of puberty’s mood swings!”  I announce to the car.

“What are you talking about,” says Evan, “he’s always angry.”

“Ha! That’s nothing,”  I answer the 12 year old, “compared to the mood swings he’ll have in 2 years when he’s 12!”

Continuing the conversation as we drive to Luke’s drop off, I speculate that Conor with his ODD (Oppositional Defiant Disorder) is the most likely of my 3 to die his gorgeous red hair black, wear eyeliner & pierce something!

My “I love you” to Luke is met with a smile and a “I love you too,” and an over-enthusiastic slam of the made-of-tinfoil door of my little Corrolla.

On the way to Evan’s drop off, he says, “are you saying Conor is going to get MORE irritating!”

I laugh at him as he’s completely missing the irony that HE is 12 and HE is moody and HE is BEING moody at this very moment.  Of course, I’m giving him the usual lecture of “take notes or no electronic time” so he’s frowning at me.

As he gets out I grin big at him and say, “I love you!”

“Meh.” is his reply….

But he grins at me too.

I love my kids.  🙂

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Valentines Day 2012

Being in an open relationship makes holidays like Valentines Day kinda fun.  I’m obviously going to spend it with my favorite… my Sex God…  but we have the option to drag in another into our fun.   Plus I get lovely “Happy Valentines Day” texts from other admirers, which is always wonderful.

Usually I send them out also, but this year I was at a conference and simply forgot.  Although since I took my Sex God to the conference, its possible his presence had me distracted!

Good enough to be a book cover!

We did more “celebrating” (with toys & outfits) the days BEFORE Valentines than the actual day.  Since on the actual day of Valentines, we were packing up & flying back to Los Angeles from Washington DC.   But it was the best present we could give each other.  Two days together without any of the usual responsibilities, kids, work, etc.

On the long plane ride home, I read while he watched the in-flight movie & napped.   And I found it difficult to keep my eyes & hands off him.  I’ve told him several times that I adore the shell his soul has chosen.  Almost as much as I adore his personality (his soul) itself.  Don’t even get me started on his back… God I adore that span of muscle & skin, so broad & strong…. just flipping sexy as hell!

Mmmmmmmmm.

But the point is, our lifestyle isn’t for everyone, but it works for us.  It works really, really well for us.  Which is all anyone can ask for.  Its not traditional, but it is genuine.  And often more honest than many relationships.  We are very honest about our needs, our expectations and our ability to fit both into our busy life.

Some people can’t wrap their heads around it because monogamy is their thing.  And some even envy it because its free of many of the pitfalls of a normal relationship.  But most are just happy we are happy.  Because that’s all anyone really wants.  The happiness of another person.

People bitch about Valentines Day being a commercial holiday.  Oh it definitely is… but its also another reason to celebrate love, whether that’s with a member of the opposite sex or just someone you love.  Your parents, your kids, your best friend, your pets.  Who ever…  use the holiday to FEEL that emotion wherever it is in your life.   And if you find yourself whining about where its NOT in your life… change it.  You got a year!

Hell, my mother sent my boys Valentines Day cards!

 

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Interesting weekend

Last weekend I got to spend 24 hours with Sex God in his home.   Ok… in his tiny efficiency apartment with his 3 free flying birds, two of which are a mated pair of cocketiels who’ve laid eggs (7 now!) that seem fertile.

I know that may sound horrible, but it wasn’t.  Cuz I got to spend it alone with my lovely, lovely Sex God.   As of today, we have been fucking for 2 years.   And enjoying the gradual explorations of all our hedonstic desires.  We are incredibly compatible in bed and out.

People have asked what IS it that he does that makes him my Sex God.  Well, its a lot of little things.. but two of them stand out.  One… the way he moans, grunts & gasps his pleasure when I do things to him.  Drives my passion up incredibly.  Two…  most of the time when he’s fucking me its for my pleasure.  He’s loving every stroke, of course, but his focus is on pleasing me.  Now MOST of my lovers do this and its why they are my lovers! haha.  But what my Sex God does differently is the 10 minutes of fucking me he does at the end.  Where its about HIS pleasure.  Where his focus is inward.  I get off on that level of pleasure.  Cuz it takes a bit to get him to cum.

And  outside the bedroom, our relationship is halfway between FWB & BF/GF… or maybe it just transcends the two onto a new plane.   Each fulfills the deep emotional connection a person needs from a “significant other” without the drama of “where are we going” expectations.  Its just an enjoyment of our company.

I gotta tell you its flat out relaxing not to obsess about “the relationship” and whether my needs are being met in it.  Cuz its open on both our ends.  He’s free to get what I can’t give him elsewhere, as am I.  And we both do.  We do not hold each other to a level of perfection similar to… “If you love me, you’ll make sure I’m always happy.”  Or the “You’re focus should be primarily about me” illusion of many relationship expectations.

Which is why it feels more akin to a friendship than BF/GF.   We are each others refuge from the stresses of the week on a more intimate level than your average friendship.  He understands me and I understand him.  Together its the freedom to be ourselves without judgment.

And to try new things 🙂

See, I went toy shopping with my Hottie the other day and got a Strapless Strapon to try on my Sex God.. who has discovered the fun of his prostrate, lol.  And a few different vibrators for me.  Then I went outfit shopping with my Sex God and after trying on MILLIONS!  8 outfits, went home with two I liked.  And we had fun.

I put a small vibe in his ass.  He put the vaginal end of the strapless strapon in MY ass.  I put a vibe on my clit which also vibed his balls as he fucked me.  And we went to town!  Sex God didn’t last long before he came because as he said….

“I’ve got 3 different frequencies hitting me!”

Needless to say we’re taking ALL our toys with us on our Anniversary/Valentines Day/work trip to Wash DC this weekend.  I’m expecting to get my baggage searched… cuz the strapless strapon when you flip it over kinda looks like a gun!

 

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Too Many Hats!

You know you do this too!!

I wear too  many hats.

And by hats I mean, split aspects of me pulled out for situations.

The Work Me, who runs a business in Lactation, usually working alone but when I go to a conference I’m surrounded by Earth Mother type females warped  wrapped up in the glory of the good for the baby work they do.  Very rarely can I be my true self.  Instead, I’m a business woman, a fellow woman who breastfed her kids, etc.

The Mom Me, who is efficient & motherly & can’t use sexual innuendo in ANY conversation. lol.   Who dresses nice but must not be TOO sexy now that the boys are entering teen years.  As much as I love being a MILF, they may not like it! ha!  Someone who must hide her creative outlet (blog) and her Facebook from kids & her friends who have friended their own kids.

The Daughter/Sister Me, who must curb, curb, curb her tongue as much as possible so as to not offend.  Not that I care about offending, not really… I like shocking people.  But my family is as tired of their reactions of judgment and disapproval and confusion as I am.  Better to just be silent, reign in the woman who wants to entertain and peripherally participate in conversations.  Even when they ask, I try to keep my usual replies to a sentence or two so as to not suddenly begin to monopolize the conversation.

The Friend Me, who tries to be there for her friends despite the fact most don’t think like me, don’t act like me, make different choices & decision than I would.  Or they are distance-challenged, or time-challenged, or lets face it… we just don’t have as much tolerance for the real me, so I must tone it down a bit.

Then there is the Entertainer Me.  Who is also the teacher in me, the narcissist in me, the genuine enjoyment of sharing me with others me. lol.   That Hat is the most true ME of all my hats.  I shine when I wear that Hat.  I’m incredibly happy when I wear that Hat. I just want to roll all over that Hat like a cat with catnip.  I want to wear it ALL the time… BE the HAT!

But I cannot.  I must cover it with other hats when the situation demands it.  And I truly hate to do it, cuz that hat rocks!   But its necessary.  For the kids, for the job, etc.  Yet it isn’t forever.  In about 6 years the kids will be old enough to see & understand the real Me.  The boss will retire & take over what I’m doing for her business.  At which time I’ll go get another secretary/office manager job hopefully in a law firm that won’t care so much about “proper” image or my sexuality.

I’ll condense my Hats to one.  And those who do not like me always being the fullest Me I can be… well, you can make your choice as to how much time you want to spend with me.  As my mother says (mostly about her sisters),  “Just because they are family doesn’t mean I have to spend time with them.”

Works for me!

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Pot vs Cigarrettes

Back when I was in my twenties I was a smoker.  So was my sister.  But my brother was a non-smoker.  A hater non-smoker.  But he was also, like so many young, Californian males, a pot smoker.   And saw no hypocrisy with that.  Cigarettes gave you cancer but pot was a natural product! lol

Perhaps he was right to some extent, but I think science has proven it can also cause cancer.   It didn’t matter, we all thought it was bunk.   But we honored his rules of no cigarettes in the house… even while he filled his apartment with a different smoke.

The most amusing example of that was when him & his friends planned a ski trip to Mammoth.  I went along to try my hand at skiiing and cuz I wanted to have a fun vacation and my brother’s events were always amazing.  Even though he’d put the word out I was off limits to date.  (So in all our years I only got to play with ONE of his friends.   I don’t know who he was protecting me… or his friends!)

Any way.  So this trip was during New Years and we had sooo very much fun.   One of the most amusing was HOW we ended up ringing in the new year.  After a day of power skiing (these guys worked hard, played hard & partied well) we all decided to go to dinner.  Not really putting it together that the rest of the town would be doing the same.  The wait for a table was about 2 hours.  No problem… we all waited in the bar!

By the time we were seated we were starving!  And drunk!  And Starving!!  We threw our orders at the waitress counting the minutes till she returned.  When the food arrived we tore into it like wolves!  Ten  minutes later we hear this loud noise… like counting.  Glancing at each other we reach for glasses and in between mouths of food, barely looking up, we toast in the New Year and go back to our feast!

Yet on our first night, as everyone is drinking.. (I literally hung by the freezer taking shots of Jagermeister.. yum!)  & chatting about their skiing, my sister goes out on the balcony to have a cigarette.   BUT…  she stands in the doorway and is arguing with my brother how its not fair that SHE has to go out in the cold to have a cigarette when the haze from the pot smoke in the room is giving anyone who wants it a contact high!  He’s arguing back and we’re all yelling at the two of them…..

“Who cares!!!  Shut the F*cking door!!!  Its COLD!!”

Of course, there were those of us high from the contact & Jager who couldn’t yell cuz we were laughing so hard!!

 

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How about a little update on all the fun ;)

The first new fun is my shoulder.   The physical therapy is actually working!  I’ve got at least 10% more mobility.  It doesn’t hurt to use my arm.  I swear every day its getting juuuuuust a little bit further in how high I can raise my arm.   Not too bad, considering I’ve been a little slack on the AMOUNT of therapy they told me to do…. 10 sets of each exercise 3 times a day.   I’m lucky if I manage 3 sets, once a day!

I’m hoping by Coachella I’ll reach my goal of being able to easily shave my armpit!

The next new fun is I went to the high school for my oldest’s IEP (individual education plan)  After the fiasco of Luke losing it at school, we’ve set up an Emergency Behavior Plan for all his teachers to help Luke de-stress if he seems to need it.  They are putting him in a different math class that will be less loud or group oriented.   And the best part is when I asked if they had a teacher who might put Luke in touch with other students who love PolySci as much as him, they thought it was a pretty good idea.

I’m hoping he’ll connect with some politicos seniors who don’t mind chatting with a 14 year old!  Let my son connect with peers in a positive way since he’s currently got such a negative connection now.

Last new thing is I finally closed (for viewing) my dating profile.  Its been a long time coming.  It takes up a lot of time, its terribly distracting, and lets face it… I only need a few (5) wonderful lovers to keep me happy and I’ve got that 😉  Well, that and more… muahaha.   I have some flipping sexy favorites though and my limited time makes me want to spend it with them, not so much with a line of new ones.  Although there are some tantalizing new ones to try.

Mmmmmm….  I think I’m objectifying!  Heeheehee, I don’t think they’ll complain!

 

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Yasharahlakitchen has sent you a message:

So part of my job is keeping our videos off YouTube.  Normally its not too much of a problem.  We hold the copyright.  There is a little button to click to let YouTube know and they promptly pull it.

Last week, we found two separate clips of our film Baby Led Breastfeeding posted on Yasharahlakitchen’s channel.  With one of the sections I was able to pull it off, but with the other she’d put it on a grouped play list and I was unable to click the little button.  So I put a comment on it that its uploaded illegally without permission of the author & send Yasha a message saying please remove it.

Now… this is a film to help mothers breastfeed their babies.  Usually people upload these films out of a desire to share the wonderful material because they love it.  We understand that & do see the compliment involved.  But if we don’t protect the copyright we lose it, so we HAVE to tell people to remove it.  And really…. you all know better.

Oh but Yasha replies to the message……

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Yasharahlakitchenhas sent you a message:

Re: Copyright violation
To: K****F****
Your welcome cunt .

You can reply to this message by visiting your inbox .

Apparently her SHAME brings out her true nature.  Perhaps she should watch Keifer Sutherland’s new show Touch.  She wouldn’t be so flip about her Karma.  Especially if she new the history of bad shit that happened to people who tried to harm my Mom!

Sometimes having your own blog has perks.  😉

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Proportionate… why not?

It just does not make ANY sense to me why the penis isn’t proportionate to the man.   I mean, its an appendage right?  Like a finger or a toe or a nose, it should be at least SOMEWHAT proportionate.  Don’t you think?!

Yet in reality… it is often the skinny men who pack a thick tool, never the heavy man.   Or its a short man sporting a long joystick.

Of course, there is the whole racial aspect that adds its component.  Yes, there are exceptions, of course, but ….  Black men are often packing a large order.  Although I’ve seen men who, while they have a large cock, don’t have the blood flow to get it very “hard” compared to another.  And a level of hardness is truly necessary… especially since we’re all working with condoms here!

But why is it even different at all?  If it was different due to proportion, I could understand, but its a spinning wheel of surprise what you get once you’re in the bedroom.   (Even if they DO sent you pictures! haha.)   And I’m looking at it from a species point of view and wondering what’s up with that!?!

I mean, if large was good… and Africa is where man originated (I’m going with that fact.. so deal) then why, oh why would the changing races have any need to “change” that!!   Did a large cock become a liability somehow in a cold climate, like dark hair & skin did?  Did the diet of the plains of China somehow shrink penis size?  Did the women shrink in response to it?!

These things I speculate on as I caress each and every wonderful tool I see.  Do I have a preference?  Yes.   Hard.   heeheehee  😉

 

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Damn the pain, work it!

Its been a painful couple of months.   Literally.  And I finally went to the doctor for it.  Apparently I damaged my rotator cuff on my left shoulder.

Oh, did you think I was talking painful circumstances or emotional pain?  Ha!  Yup, had that.  But in addition I had severe pain down my upper arm.  So much pain that I stopped using the arm in hopes whatever I’d done would  heal itself. Worried I had damaged it.

Couple months later I’m down to 50% mobility in that arm.  Seems when you baby a shoulder injury you run the risk of freezing it.  And mine was a nice solid ICE block…. of pain.

Solution?  Well, according to the doctor I finally saw, Physical Therapy.  Oh and a cortisone shot to reduce any inflammation.  Weeeeeee.

Yes, it PINCHED!

So I’ve been doing the stretching exercises for a few days now and already I’ve noticed I can move my arm a little better.   There is still pain, but its less during the day and hardly anything at night.  Before the shot & stretching it used to wake me with its throbbing ache.

And I’ve got my first physical therapy session today.  I’m actually nervous.  I KNOW this is for my benefit.  But I also KNOW its gonna hurt like a bitch!

 

 

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