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May. 7th, 2002 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleini had to send a letter that hurt today. i hate politics. i hate narrow minded people who can't see past their own biases. i had to tell a woman i couldn't accept her request for a transfer to my unit because of the bad blood between our two faculties. i need teachers. She is a good one. She has other qualifications that we can use. She wants to be in our unit. And i have to be the one to tell her. Actually, i'm waffling on the letter. It's written, but i haven't sent it yet. i'm going to give VDAA a second shot. i'm pretty sure it won't do any good, but i'm going to try it.
We sat out to watch the boat races again tonight. Strange thing, they were late, and the boats we saw were going into the work area, not away from it. i mentioned to Master that we ate breakfast for dinner last night, and wondered if we were the cause of some confusion. The racers saw us eating a breakfast meal and thought their watches had all stopped. The amount of light in the sky was about right, dawn/dusk type. Master said i was weird.
Daughter has a doctor's appointment today with a doc at the clinic in their new town. She sent a message telling me about it and that she probably wouldn't be online tonight. The brat, didn't bother to mention if this is just a 'get to know you' visit, or if she has some problem. i hate being so far away from her. Apparently not enough to move back to the states, though. And i know she is an adult. She is as old as some of the people i call friend in this country. But dammitalltohell, she is my baby girl. i have way too much invested in her to be able to give up worrying about her. And tough on her if she thinks this will ever change.
i have a clean sheera'ed cunt, a brand new manicure. i hope Master pays attention to that. i hope it turns Him on and He gets artsy/craftsy during the weekend. A few clamps, some cuffs, a little rope bondage, and a digital cam, perhaps? The hands aren't too badly battle scarred. i do like the way they photograph with a new manicure. The toes aren't too bad either. Am wearing a new pedicure too. hint Hint HInt HINt HINT
i managed to get home late three out of the four days so far this week. Master, love that He is, managed to prepare dinner all those days. He is such a sweet man. And a good cook. Much better than i am. i keep trying to figure out how to get Him to believe that being all time cook/barbeque-er/baker/salad maker is a domly thing to do. i guessi better keep my mouth shut on that one, and appreciate the things He does. And figure out ways to tell Him i do appreciate the chores He takes off my back.
When i read what is written on the list about anticipatory service i wonder if i'm missing something. i don't anticipate, well i guess i do to some extent, because i always ask. But i don't just put it out there, whatever 'it' is. When He wants something He tells me to do it, or get it or show it or whatever. i do, no questions asked, no wait one, i do it. i am coming to believe that everyone thinks he/she knows what the perfect slave is and most believe they are nearing that ideal and not many other people are. Ethnocentricism at its best.
We are having network problems. Master wants to use the computer and with both of us online the connection is way slow. Besides, the iron the iron the iron.
We sat out to watch the boat races again tonight. Strange thing, they were late, and the boats we saw were going into the work area, not away from it. i mentioned to Master that we ate breakfast for dinner last night, and wondered if we were the cause of some confusion. The racers saw us eating a breakfast meal and thought their watches had all stopped. The amount of light in the sky was about right, dawn/dusk type. Master said i was weird.
Daughter has a doctor's appointment today with a doc at the clinic in their new town. She sent a message telling me about it and that she probably wouldn't be online tonight. The brat, didn't bother to mention if this is just a 'get to know you' visit, or if she has some problem. i hate being so far away from her. Apparently not enough to move back to the states, though. And i know she is an adult. She is as old as some of the people i call friend in this country. But dammitalltohell, she is my baby girl. i have way too much invested in her to be able to give up worrying about her. And tough on her if she thinks this will ever change.
i have a clean sheera'ed cunt, a brand new manicure. i hope Master pays attention to that. i hope it turns Him on and He gets artsy/craftsy during the weekend. A few clamps, some cuffs, a little rope bondage, and a digital cam, perhaps? The hands aren't too badly battle scarred. i do like the way they photograph with a new manicure. The toes aren't too bad either. Am wearing a new pedicure too. hint Hint HInt HINt HINT
i managed to get home late three out of the four days so far this week. Master, love that He is, managed to prepare dinner all those days. He is such a sweet man. And a good cook. Much better than i am. i keep trying to figure out how to get Him to believe that being all time cook/barbeque-er/baker/salad maker is a domly thing to do. i guessi better keep my mouth shut on that one, and appreciate the things He does. And figure out ways to tell Him i do appreciate the chores He takes off my back.
When i read what is written on the list about anticipatory service i wonder if i'm missing something. i don't anticipate, well i guess i do to some extent, because i always ask. But i don't just put it out there, whatever 'it' is. When He wants something He tells me to do it, or get it or show it or whatever. i do, no questions asked, no wait one, i do it. i am coming to believe that everyone thinks he/she knows what the perfect slave is and most believe they are nearing that ideal and not many other people are. Ethnocentricism at its best.
We are having network problems. Master wants to use the computer and with both of us online the connection is way slow. Besides, the iron the iron the iron.
