A Visit from Hunter August 31, 2008

Yesterday I did something that probably isn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done (okay, definitely not the smartest thing).  In the middle of the afternoon on a whim I texted Hunter a note that simply said, “wanna fuck?”  Classy, eh?  Much to my surprise he said maybe, depending on how tired he was after work.  I honestly hadn’t even expected him to reply.  I’d texted him on his birthday and maybe once or twice since then and hadn’t heard anything.  I didn’t let myself get too excited about it because he obviously has a history of not following through with things like that.  But, he did end up coming over. 

 

We sat down on the couch and there were a couple moments of awkwardness (at least I thought so, I don’t know if he felt it or not) – this was the first time we’d seen each other since we broke up and we both knew sex was inevitable.  But soon he just wrapped his arms around my leg and curled up on my lap, much like he did in the past.  When he did that the butterflies in my tummy went absolutely crazy!  I can’t describe how great it felt to have him in my arms again.  At the same time I was having all those warm fuzzy feelings, I was also thinking about how bad the whole situation could be – because of the warm fuzzies. 

 

We eventually fell into a routine of sorts and the warm fuzzies were replaced with pure horniness.  Gosh I love the noises he makes when I hurt him.  I just couldn’t get enough!   I know it sounds stupid, but I hadn’t expected a whole lot to change as far as the sexual aspect of our relationship was concerned.  But, I felt like there was a fair amount of intensity missing.  It was just sex – for both of us.  Yeah, we wanted each other and had missed each other’s bodies but the emotion was gone, which had a bigger effect on things than I was expecting.  Plus, I think the fact that the D/s *relationship* component was missing had  a large impact.  We were having D/sish sex, but he wasn’t *mine* – there was no genuine power exchange present (not that there really was the first time around ’cause he didn’t do half the shit I asked of him).  I felt like I had less control which impacted how into it I was far more than I was expecting it to. 

 

I’m not convinced it would be like this again if we get together though.  My mind wasn’t in a domme mindset for the most part.  In the past when I was with him my mind was reeling with cruel ideas of things to do to him.  Last night I couldn’t really think of anything beyond clothespins.  I think that could change though, if we saw each other every once in a while.  Last night was our first night with our new dynamic – fuck buddies not bf/gf.  We’ll have to re-establish our comfort levels with one another and as we adapt to the changes between us, the better it will get I’m sure.  That’s assuming we continue to get together, which who knows about that.

 

I was a little worried about seeing him again – worried that all of my not-that-old feelings for him would all come flooding back.  But beyond the initial butterflies, they have stayed away.  We cuddled for quite a while after sex and by the time he said it was time to leave, I was ready for him to leave (in the past if it had been up to me he never would have left!).  Today I don’t feel anything different for him than I did before.  Both he and I were concerned that my feelings would get in the way of having a fuck buddy type relationship.  At this point, it looks like we don’t have anything to worry about. 

 

It’s all good

Something is Missing August 30, 2008

Today is one of those days where it feels like something is missing from my life.  I’m craving companionship, a physical and emotional connection with someone.  It used to be in these moments I would crave *anything* I could get.  But this time, I find myself only craving a sub.  This feeling has caught me off guard.  I’ve been so happy and content for so long.  Even though my conscious self knew I would have times like this, on a subconscious level there was still naive hope that I would no longer experience days such as these. 

 

I’m sitting here on the couch, a medium-sized to-do list of things that normally I’d enjoy doing, and no desire to do anything but lay here and cry.  But, if I were to find out that tonight I could dominate a guy, I’d be up and productive in a half a second.  I hate thinking I’ve made progress emotionally and as the kind of person I am but then I have these days that whack me over the head and reality hits – forcing me to realize that maybe I haven’t really changed, that these past few weeks of happiness have been a fluke.

Finally Being Me August 28, 2008

I tend to suppress who I really am when I’m dating someone.  It’s not that I pretend I’m someone I’m not – it’s more that I just don’t let the other person see my whole self.  I guess I kind of do it with most people I meet.  Most people don’t “get” me – on some topics I have some unusual views and most opinions I have I feel *very* strongly about. 

 

I definitely didn’t share my whole self with Hunter.  If something happened in the world that I was unhappy about I wouldn’t bring it up with him – I knew he wouldn’t care and/or wouldn’t get where I was coming from.  It’s totally different with this new guy – I’ll call him Dayton.  I told him about how it’s a dream of mine to write a children’s book about the women’s suffrage movement.  He thought that was neat.  A lot of guys I’ve dated would have been like “What’s the women’s suffrage movement?”  And tonight I vented to him about my boss who seems to think we *need* to use different titles for married and unmarried women (which I obviously disagree with).  Most guys would have rolled their eyes and thought I was weird.  But Dayton totally understood where I was coming from. 

 

As stupid as it sounds, I had lost faith that there was a guy out there who I connected with on both a vanilla *and* D/s level – I just couldn’t imagine finding that combination in a guy.  Here’s hoping this weekend brings a reality that lives up to the anticipation that has been snowballing this past week.

Busy, busy, busy August 26, 2008

I have been busy, busy, busy!!  And, I’m pretty much loving it!

 

This past weekend my sisters and I went home for my mom’s retirement party.  It wasn’t *really* a retirement party though – it was more her throwing a party for her co-workers (most of whom she’s worked with for many years).  It was her little way of saying “thanks” for all the great years.

 

The party was so much fun.  My sisters and I weren’t sure how it was going to go because we don’t really know any of her co-workers.  They have never been a group that socializes a lot outside of work and my parents live 45 minutes from where she works so it’s not like we could just bump into them from time to time.  They are an amazing group of people though.  We laughed so hard so many times.  My dad even had more beer delivered (keep in mind we live out in the boondocks!)

 

This week has been crazy getting ready for preschool to start.  Granted, it doesn’t start until next Tuesday but tomorrow is our open house so our room has to be ready by then.  Today was our first day without school kids so that didn’t leave us a whole lot of time to get ready.  I so enjoy doing stuff related to school though. 

 

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Despite the fact I have next to zero time for a social life, I have been corresponding with a couple guys.  I think I’m going to give one the boot though.  He has a vanilla gf and I made it extremely clear that before we could even meet, he needed to break-up with her.  I gave him a deadline of this past Sunday (which was a week or a little more).  He didn’t and said that this coming weekend (when we’d talked about meeting) wouldn’t work.  He “can’t” break up with her yet because her mom hasn’t officially bought his car.  Once the deal with her mom goes through, he’ll break up with her.  Yeah, right.  I know it’s not fair to hold past men’s transgressions against him but I’ve heard the whole “I’m going to break up with her” (and then never doing it) line too many times.  If he was truly as unhappy with her as he said he was, and as excited about me as he said he was, he would have broken up with her by now. 

 

I am going to meet a different guy this weekend (I know, that makes me sound so whoreish!)  This one kind of came out of nowhere and things have progressed rather nicely and fairly quickly.  Not only are our sexual interests similar, we also agree on politics and religion!  I have yet to meet a guy in the lifestyle (other than the guy who was part of the couple I was involved with a few years ago) who not only compliments me sexually but also challenges me intellectually and has similar interests/values as me.  I am so ridiculously excited about meeting him.  At the very least I know we would make great friends.

Is this Heaven? August 20, 2008

No, it’s Iowa!

 

I’ve taken extra care to not identify the area in which I live.  But, I’m making an exception because I just *have* to write about the day I had!

 

The Field of Dreams film site is within driving distance of where I live and is a huge tourist spot.  That’s where we went on our field trip today.  Nineteen years after the movie was released, the magic of the field still exists.  I can’t describe what it’s like to be there.  Stepping onto the field literally gave me chills.  It’s so hard to describe but anyone else who’s been there knows exactly what I’m talking about. 

 

When we got there, the owner of the site chatted with us a bit which was really interesting.  Then, those of us who wanted to play ball took the field while those who didn’t want to play went and chilled by the corn.  I had so much fun playing baseball/softball.  I played softball in high school for a couple years and absolutely loved it.  I quit though because I *hate* competition (probably something to do with fear of failure), but I loved practice.  Today was laid back which made it really fun – everyone got to bat, we didn’t worry about balls/strikes/outs or keeping score.  Some of the kids were so adorable!

 

By far, the highlight of the day was when the “ghost players” paid us a visit.  After lunch we all sat on the bleachers and took some pictures.  While we were doing that, the owner and two of his friends put on uniforms and snuck into the corn.  Shortly after we were done with photos, they creeped out of the corn and played a little catch.  We were far enough away that the kids couldn’t really tell who they were.  But oh my gosh, when the kids first saw them come out of the corn, they flipped out!  First they were a little scared because they’re “ghosts” but then they all thought it was so neat.  Some of the older kids figured it out of course but they still loved it.  Heck, it was still totally awesome even to those of us who knew it was coming.  Seeing them come out of the corn while simultaneously hearing the excitement from the kids is a memory that is ingrained in my mind.  I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

 

An average of 62,000 people visit the baseball field every year.  People come from all over the world – even Australia!  Today there was a family there from Japan!  One little boy in the family was 4 years old and he was an amazing pitcher.  Oh my gosh!  We were in awe.  That’s one of the things that’s so great about the field – the people you meet.  Everyone comes together there.  We played with the Japanese family, a group of 20something guys and some upper-middle-aged-very-out-of-shape potential investors who showed up in a limo! No one was concerned about other people’s skills (or lack thereof) or argued about whether or not someone was actually safe or out. 

 

  Like I said, it was just a magical day. 

Unintentional Man Bashing August 18, 2008

Note:  This post comes off as rather man bashing-ish but that wasn’t my intent at all.  I just wanted to highlight some things that have happened and have bothered me lately.  Just so happens they’re all stories are instances of men being less than desirable creatures, which is not my fault!

 

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You know, “Are you in a relationship?” should not be a question one should *have* to ask before they date and/or hook up with someone.  I feel that is one thing someone could assume about another person in such a situation.  But sadly, that is what our society has come to.  I am *appalled* by how many taken men (whether it be “just” a relationship or married) are out there looking for women.  I’m sure taken women are out there looking too but I find it hard to believe there are as many women as there are men.  It makes me sick.

 

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My sister is totally adorable – in the naive, innocent girl sense.  She’s a lesbian but has only been out to us for 5 years (she’s 38 ) and has been actively pursuing relationships for 3ish years.  She met a couple decent girls on-line but had taken a break from it after her last relationship ended.  She just signed back up on a site a couple week ago and the first contact she got was from a guy.  She was shocked!  I thought her shock was hilarious.  She said very honestly and questionably, “Is he stupid or *looooong pause* stupid?”  She had no idea guys actively pursued lesbians because of some fantasy they have or else because they think they’re just so hot even lesbians can’t resist them (seriously, I’ve met a couple guys like that). 

 

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Hunter talked about coming over last night but didn’t.  He was nice enough to call at midnight to tell me he wasn’t coming.  How thoughtful of him, eh?  Yeah, I was disappointed – not gonna lie, I was looking forward to causing him a lil pain and getting laid.  But, I didn’t cry.  In the past I definitely would have cried when he didn’t call during the evening to say he wasn’t coming.  I was okay though.  Obviously it was on my mind but it didn’t consume my mind like it has in the past.  I was productive and rather cheerful despite the circumstances.  Yay me!

Happy, Happy! Joy, Joy! August 16, 2008

I was in the most amazing mood this morning.  I just couldn’t stop smiling and singing and just being happy!  I went tanning, got a couple new shirts, and got my hair cut.  I feel so great.  I *love* when I’m ridiculously happy for no real reason.  That may sound silly but up until a few years ago this was a totally foreign concept to me.  And, I’m even in the mood to be social (usually I’m a total homebody) and go out, by out I mean drinking.  Tonight I’m going to visit a college friend who lives about an hour away.  We haven’t hung out in close to a year.  I’m *so* excited! 

 

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Hunter and I talked last night.  I had myself totally worried that Hunter was actually dating Alicia and I was secretly the “other woman.”  He convinced me that wasn’t the case and he was honest about a lot more than he has been in the past.  He (finally) admitted that yes, he does have some feelings for Alicia.  Granted, I figured that all along but it was nice to finally have him admit it to me.  I asked him why he would take her on his family vacation if they weren’t together.  His reply was “because she’s fun to be around.”  My first thought was, “ouch, and I’m not?”  I know they have a connection – it’s been obvious from day one, before she ever told him about her feelings for him.  I was always jealous that he shared more with her than he did with me.  It hurt that when we were dating, she was his main support system, not me.  While they do have feelings for each other, he swears they haven’t slept together and that for now they’ve decided to just stay friends-ish.

 

She doesn’t know about his sexual interests which, in my opinion, is probably one of the main reasons they aren’t together.  Really, if she was cool with the lifestyle, they’d be perfect for each other (which pains me to admit, but it is the truth).  I kind of tried to push him in that direction – told him that if he ever wants to be with her, he’ll have to tell her.  I don’t think he could ever really be happy with someone without submitting to them.  I do want him to be happy and I’m coming to accept that it isn’t going to be with me.  I joked with him that if you took Alicia’s personality and combined it with my sexual interests, he’d have his dream girl.

 

When he and I first started talking last night I told him I did obviously still have feelings for him and that if we started to see each other again, they definitely wouldn’t go away.  He recommended that it might be best if we didn’t start seeing each other again.  At that point I did have to agree with him, but my opinion changed as the conversation progressed.  He’s gotten much better at this honesty thing.  He told me he didn’t have romantic feelings for me anymore – flat out told me that.  That was something I *needed* to hear.  And, he finally talked some about when/why his feelings for me changed at the beginning of the summer.  Again, that was good for me to hear.  Going into this thing knowing how he really feels about Alicia, and me/us will immensely help me to keep my romantic feelings out of things.  I know it won’t be easy and we may get started again and realize it won’t work.  But, I can’t imagine not having him again – at the very least one last time.  I would always regret it if I didn’t at least try  to domme him again.  Just think of all the amazing experiences we could possibly miss out on!

Something Missing? August 14, 2008

Society tells me that something is missing from my life.  I should be in a relationship.  I should *want* a relationship.  I feel like everyone my age is getting married or living with someone.  Everyone (well 13 of 15) people I work with are in long-term relationships (this makes company/family gatherings rather awkward and embarrassing). 

But you know what, I’m happy alone – at the moment anyway.  Yes, I miss Hunter and I would get back together with him if I had the chance (assuming quite a few things changed from the last time we dated).  Other than him, I don’t actually feel like I want a relationship.  I have chatted with guys here and there but I just don’t put forth the effort needed to really get something going with them.  It’s not that I don’t like these guys, it’s more that starting and maintaining a relationship just isn’t a priority for me right now. 

 

Perhaps it’s that starting a new relationship does take a fair amount of work and I’m just lazy.  Or perhaps part of me thinks it can’t get better than it was with Hunter so why bother? (Though on a conscious level, I know that’s stupid.)  Maybe I have lost hope in the male gender as a whole so I don’t see the point in pursuing anything – he’ll just cheat on me anyway.  I don’t think any of those are the main reasons though (they could be factors – I’m not ruling that out).  I just don’t need a relationship to be genuinely happy, to be at peace with myself. 

 

I’m not implying I wouldn’t be happy if I was in a relationship, I’m just pleased that I don’t crave or need one to be happy.  There are times I’ve felt like that though – and I’m sure there will be many more over the years.  But, for the past month or so  I’ve felt this way consistently.  I love being able to do what I want, when I want.  I love not feeling the highs and lows I seem to have when in a relationship (ie: if the guy doesn’t call when he says he’s going to I get worried/depressed).  I love being able to spend as much time as possible planning for the upcoming preschool year. 

 

I am genuinely happy being single!

 

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Now, to do a total 180 – Hunter and I have a little something going again.  Here I’m just talking about happy I am single and at the same time I kinda have my boy back (but, I have been feeling content being single for a while – I don’t feel that way simply because I do have a guy but not a “boyfriend” in my life).  We aren’t dating but as far as sex is concerned, I am back to “owning” him. 

 

This all came about earlier today over my lunch hour.  He made some comment about his owner being the first to know when he’s moving back for sure (sometime within the next 2 weeks – woohoo!) and I told him not to use that term unless he meant it.  His reply was “as long as you don’t mind owning me.”  Ugh – of course not!!  I was sure to ask what exactly he meant by “owned” because it could be taken as either getting back together or just having a D/s monogamous sexual relationship.  I figured it was the latter, and I was correct.  And, I was/am totally fine with that.  He can have his life, I can have mine and every week or so we’ll get together for some fun.  I know there will be moments when it will be difficult not having more but overall, I think this is going to work well for us.

 

I just talked to him a little about being honest about his feelings this time around.  I didn’t want to experience again the whole there being something wrong but him running away from it rather than talking to me about it thing that created drama in our lives for the month or so leading up to our break-up.  He took the opportunity to clarify that he wants to be “owned” by me but won’t have the time for an all-out relationship.  I immensely appreciated his honesty and assured him I wasn’t expecting that.  But, I reiterated that this time around he *has* to be more honest and forthcoming about his feelings/doubts/whatever than he was when we dated. 

 

Oh, and after we re-established that we were back to the D/s thing, I was quick to reinstate the no cumming without permission rule.  The next time he is allowed to cum is approx. 1 hour before he comes to my place in the next week or two.  We’re both gonna be horny as hell and I sure as heck don’t want it all to be over in a minute!

 

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A water pipe broke in Lisa’s apartment last weekend and they had to move out of the hell hole.  On Monday when she told me about it and I offered to help them move if they needed it.  I sincerely meant it when I offered it.  But, then I realized the Packers were playing.  It was their first game of the season and kind of a big deal because of the whole Favre/Rodgers drama.  When she called back to take me up on my offer I told her if they really needed the help, I’d be there but that I really did want to watch the game.  She let me off the hook ’cause there was some family there helping her.  What an awful friend I am though!  Good thing she’s the greatest girl ever and is able to look past my selfishness.  I think I’ve said this before (hehe) but I’m so lucky I found her!

Old Friends & First Loves August 10, 2008

Last night was an interesting evening.  The parade pretty much sucked.  It used to be full of colorful, fun floats, the *marching* band, Shriner’s in their little cars and a few emergency vehicles here and there.  Last night there were only a few floats that were half-ass decorated, the *marching* band rode on a hay wagon, there was an excessive amount of emergency vehicles, no fun little Shriner’s cars, and a ridiculous amount of large farm machinery.  Bo-ring!

 

I caught up with a few of my classmates and chatted a little bit.  It was so interesting because the ones who went off to college I could talk to for quite a while – we’d all gotten out and actually done something the last 5 years.  The ones who stayed in town and attempted (some failed, some succeeded) to go the community college route I talked to for about 2 minutes.  We would both say what we were up to and then that was the end of the conversation.  We had absolutely *nothing* in common.  It made me so ridiculously grateful that I got the fuck out of town and went to college.  While my life is far from exciting, I’ve actually grown and experienced new things in the last 5 years.  Those who stuck around are pretty much the same people they were in high school. 

 

I got to see a lot of parents of my classmates.  That was actually more enjoyable than seeing my classmates.  Then again, I’ve always been considerably more comfortable with people older than me.  The mother of a guy I “went out” with in 6th-7th grade (“going out” consisted of sitting on the phone in awkward silence for hours, seeing each other at the pool every few weeks, and eventually holding hands once at a football game, which was a huge scandal!)  She gave me the biggest hug and couldn’t believe I was there – she’d just thought about me the other day.  Her son recently broke up with his girlfriend of 5 years and she thought that if he’d just get back together with me he’d be so happy and get his life back on track.  That totally cracked me up!  I haven’t seen this guy since high school (but I have talked to his parents quite a few times since graduation) and it’s been 10 years since we “dated”.  But, it did make me feel good that she has such a high opinion of me.

At one point after the parade it started down pouring.  We huddled under the beer tent, thinking it would pass quickly.  It didn’t.  Eventually my sister discovered that a classmate of hers was at a bar a couple blocks away.  We get to the bar and everyone looks at us like we’re total idiots, and I’m sure we looked like we were!  From the bar we went to a party where there was free beer.  Oh, yay. /sarcasm.  We arrive and I see a group of boys that just graduated this past May and they’re drinking!  Right beside them is their baseball coach – totally sloshed.  Not to mention the party is being thrown by a guy who coaches multiple sports at the school.  A little while later in walks a 5th grade teacher who is also the head football coach.  I was appalled that all of these role-models would contribute to minors and set such a bad example.  I know kids will drink underage, I did but I’ll be damned if I’m actually going to *support* it.   I didn’t stay there too long – I wasn’t comfortable because I was all wet and my hair looked like ass, there wasn’t anyone my age there – everyone was either a lot older or a lot younger.  Most of all, I knew I could lose my teaching license for being there.  It just wasn’t worth it.

 

I drove home, fixed my hair, threw my clothes in the dryer and then headed back to town a couple hours later.  I debated whether or not to go back into town because I didn’t want to be put in another situation like I had been earlier and I wasn’t sure how many classmates would be around to actually chat with.  I’m glad I went though.  I got to talk to a couple people that I hadn’t seen earlier and most importantly, I got to see my sisters ex-fiance.

 

My sister got engaged right out of high school to a guy she’d been dating for a couple years.  I *adored* this guy.  He was always a lot of fun and very patient with me – I’m sure I was a very clingy 3-4 year old.  They broke-up a week before their wedding.  I never knew the reason why but had always kind of figured it was his fault.  He did keep in touch with me for a few years – I still have the last birthday gift he gave to me.  When I was a sophomore in high school at softball practice one day I found out the truth about why they broke up.  One of my older teammates said, “Oh, you’re Dee’s little sister?  She’s the one who screwed over my cousin Brady.”  I was so confused and looked at my coach (who went to h.s. with my sister) with a questioning look.  She just looked at me and said yeah, that’s the way it was, didn’t you know?  Come to find out, my sister had slept with another guy and her fiance broke off their engagement because of it.  Hellava way to find out my sister was a whore in high school.

 

Anyway, it was so, so great to see him again.  I probably haven’t seen him since I was about 7 years old or so.  He was in shock and jokingly took my beer out of my hand ’cause to him I’ll *never* be old enough to drink.  He said he’d talked to my parents earlier in the evening and really did miss them (and especially my moms popcorn!)   Even if I never get to see him again, he’ll always feel like a big brother to me.

 

It was the first time he and my sister had seen each other since they broke up (18ish years ago).  They both left town and neither come back to visit that much.  My sister was basically stalking him, trying to get the nerve to talk to him and I’m sure he was very aware that she was in town.  They did eventually talk and for the rest of the night all my sister could talk about was how much he’s changed (not necessarily for the better – in her prejudiced opinion) and blah, blah, blah.  He mentioned to me that seeing my sister again was a shocker (and seeing me all grown up just really blew his mind. lol)  I thought to myself, “Geez you two, it’s been almost 20 years – get over it!”  But, then I realized – they were each others first loves.  They’ll never really get over it.

 

Speaking of first loves, mine was there this weekend.  He was in the parade actually and damn did he look good!  Yummy!  We didn’t get a chance to talk though – when I saw him I was making the rounds chatting with classmates and about the time I got done talking to my sisters ex-fiance he left.  I know he’s a total ass but damn, he is so hot!

Family Times & Class Reunions August 9, 2008

Have I said before that I love my family?  I have?  Well, it’s still true.

 

My sister from another state is back this weekend and we’re both staying at my parents because it’s the big festival/reunion weekend in our hometown.  I’m celebrating my 5 year reunion (big whoopie, I know) and my sister is having her 20 year reunion.  Big age gap, isn’t there?  My reunion isn’t really a big deal – we’re just meeting at a bar tonight after the “big” parade.  I think it’s so weird to drink in one of the bars in my hometown – the atmosphere sucks, the drink selection sucks, and odds are a relative or former teacher/authority figure are going to stop by.  Last time I went there my aunt and her boyfriend were there.  Awkward.  While I’ve been old enough to legally drink for 2.5 years now, I still feel weird about it when I’m back home.  I never really drank in high school and in general my class wasn’t a huge drinking class while we were still in h.s. so meeting everyone at a crowded dive of a bar just doesn’t feel all that comfortable to me.  Plus, the majority of my class (of a whopping 49 people) are on facebook so there isn’t a whole lot of catching up to do with one another.  We all know who has kids, who went/graduated from college, who never got the hell out of town, who’s married, and what everyone looks like now.  So really, what is there for us to catch up on?

 

But, I came home for the weekend anyway – most ’cause it was an opportunity to see my sister.  And, I definitely made the right choice!

 

Her 20 yr. reunion is kind of a big deal.  First, they don’t use facebook (they’re too OLD, hehe) so they do have a lot of catching up to do.  They all met up at the beer tent last night, today they’re having a picnic, making their float for the parade, and tonight is the parade and an alumni dinner thingy.  I highly doubt any of them will attend the alumni dinner thingy though due to excessive alcohol consumption.

 

Her class was a *huge* party class and, well, some things just don’t change.  I told her I’d DD for her last night so at 5:30 I drop her off at a friends house (keep in mind, we live 10 miles away from town so being a DD isn’t exactly a convenient thing).  At 10:30 she calls me, wondering if I can come pick-up her friends kids, take them back to their place and babysit until they call me again to come get the rest of them.  Sure, no problem.  But, let’s also keep in mind that I’m usually in bed by 9:30 and asleep by 10:30. LOL. 

 

I go get the kids and my sister and her friends are totally wasted.  I’ve never seen my sister like this before in my life.  With the huge age gap between us, she was always kind of an aunt-like figure, less of a sister figure.  Of course, that has changed a lot in recent years but my family isn’t huge drinkers so I’ve never really had the opportunity to see this side of her.  It was pure entertainment.  While I’m getting the kids, their mother (who was my sisters best friend in high school) is telling me about this time her sons tied up their grandma – eyes covered and mouth gagged and everything!  I was like oh shit, what have I gotten myself into?  Really, they weren’t that bad though.  But, I couldn’t get ‘em to go to bed (then again I didn’t try very hard – they’re older and I wasn’t getting paid. lol) and I lost one of them when their parents got home.

 

I saw their parents drive into the yard (they’d gotten a ride from someone in town) and made them run upstairs to get in bed.  But, one of their beds wasn’t made so I quick-like made it.  In the mean time their parents and my sister walk in and one of the boys goes downstairs to greet them.  The conversation went a little something like this:

Mom: Why are you still up?! *Pause*  Wait, where is Chessa?

Boy:  Uh, she’s upstairs.

Mom: What did you do to her?!

Me: I’m just making Trent’s bed.

Mom:  Where is Trent?

Me: Um, I don’t know.

Mom: What?!

Me: I came up to make his bed and he ran away.  I hadn’t gotten around to looking for him yet.

My sister: Cripes sakes! And you’re a teacher?!

Boy: Don’t worry, he’s in the bathroom getting ready for bed.

 

There were several other little things we cracked up about. They are all entertaining drunks, that’s for sure.  Over breakfast this morning she confessed they’d even thought about “stealing” a mannequin for their float. They did stupid shit like that all the time in high school.  Yeah, some things really never change. lol.

 

It will be interesting to see what tonight brings.  My sister and her friends seem to think I’m going to be their DD tonight again tonight.  I have refrained from committing to that though.  Besides, how the hell can she get drunk two nights in a row?  She’s pushing forty for goodness sakes!  I’m 23 and can’t even do that! At this point I have little/no desire to drink much but one never knows.  Hehe.