Things I've not yet revealed...

I am addicted to reading sexy, erotica & bdsm blogs. I follow about 6 daily and have a huge list I check in with when I have spare time.

I have learned SO very much & am totally enthralled to read their daily life stories or their wild play parties. These people (mostly women) have so much beauty and exuberance to share. I've laughed & cried with them, shared their stories with my friends & family & commented on their blogs to support them. I hope I can be as engaging as they are in this new venture of mine.

I also Twitter with many of them & even won a contest from a beautiful blogger. My very first glass dildo--it's art! I take it out of the padded pouch from time to time just to see how it looks in the light. It's from DonWands & it's the Candy Cane. I'm tempted to use it as a decoration in the window at Christmas time--it's just that pretty! And it works quite well too *wink*.

But hopefully, another goal of me starting this blog is to start reviewing products for adult 'toy' companies. I'm sure Jack won't have a problem with helping me test the products. He was shocked when we met that I only had 2 toys of my own. I've upped my collection a bit since then & now I drool over what my sexy blogger friends are testing out. It sounds like a great gig, gotta get motivated & go apply.

I guess my biggest fear with blogging is...my life is just not that exciting.

I'm a broke, disabled, stay-at-home mom who can't pay my bills most of the time. My kids are my life & they drive me crazy. My mom gets me into funny predicaments...& I spend way too much time on the internet. I battle with anxiety, depression, fibromyalgia, 7 or 8 herniated disks in my spine, degenerative disk disease & a handful of other fun broke-ity spinal disorders. I walk with a homemade cane & just try to make it through a day, being a decent mom. Sometimes I feel that I'm failing at that.

Anyway, I'm off to Twitter & read more & maybe check my email for the 100th time.

I've not talked to Jack but for 2 sentences today & I'm freakin' out, hoping he got some job leads. He's only got another week & a half to find a job & then he'll be homeless. I'm trying to not feel responsible for that--he IS almost 40. But I have this thing for taking in stray cats, stray people & feeding the homeless. Cuz I'm a sucker like that. He lived here for 6 months & had to move out before my mom popped an artery. (She's helping me out a lot & wasn't thrilled with him living here...without a job or an ambition other than playing MMORPG's) Yeah, I can't blame her--but it just kind of happened & here we were.

Ooops, gotta tuck in my 10 yr old son first. He has to have his blankets 'just-so' and I still have to kiss his favorite stuffed animal after his hugs & kisses. He's not going to let me do this much longer, so I'm hanging on to every bit of snuggles I can get.