I’ve been MIA for awhile now. I’m sorry about that, and I sort of feel like I should be punished for it. Why? Well, because my lack of participation hasn’t been an "I’m just so busy" kind of thing, it’s been a "I suck and shouldn’t even attempt to write" sort of thing. More on that another day.
The main thing I wanted to write about is this decision-making process I’m in right now regarding discipline. See, Dave spanks me for real life stuff — we’ve established that in the past. But, I’m trying to lose weight right now and I’m actually going to Weight Watchers meetings, and I’ve been feeling like some help in that area might be a good thing …
I’ve decided that I’m very annoyed by people who write incredibly sexist things regarding domestic discipline (or whatever you want to call it – I think for the purposes of this blog WWD, or What We Do, seems to sum it up best). I’m tired of reading long essays describing how best to take a woman in hand, or deal with her "feminine misbehavior" or any of that SHIT. (I didn’t ask if profanity was okay … If it’s not, I’ll edit it. Or take some paddle swats for it. 🙂 I know a guy on the couch in the next room who’d be happy to oblige). Why does that attitude seem so prevalent in this "scene?" And yes … I know there are MANY guys out there who don’t take that line, but there are a lot who do. And even some women who do …
I was punished today.
Basically, I have very simple rules. Drink at least 32 ounces of water each day (you wouldn’t believe how incredibly difficult this is for me!), clean the cat’s litterbox Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and use the Clinique stuff I just got for my face as directed — which means the cleanser and creams each night and the creams in the morning. These are basic, simple, ordinary things — things I should be doing anyway, without external motivation.
Sometimes I have a really bad temper. In the morning, when things seem to be going wrong, and I’m overly tired, it can be especially bad. Dave is very easy-going. Rarely, if ever, yells. And he *never* yells at me. So, when my temper gets out of control and I blow up at him it’s inexcusable. I tell you that to tell you this … Last Wednesday I learned a good lesson about tempers.
I have been instructed to write an introduction. This is a good thing — when I’m instructed to write I’m much more likely to do it. I respond well to assignments.
But, I feel kind of dumb trying to start this. Um … I’m Angie. Hence the user name. I live in Raleigh, NC with my boyfriend of almost one year (February 7th marks our anniversary). His name is Dave. I’m not really supposed to call him David, but I love to. It means "beloved" and I find that very fitting.
When he and I met I was at this point in my life where I basically just wanted to give up on the scene.