5 things you might not know about me
Hmmmm a few days back Eva tagged everyone with this meme. It’s been on my mind since I read her post. At first I thought, gee is there anything no one knows that is safe to share? Then I had to laugh. I’ve already shared some extremely intimate information, and I am already outed in my real life, so what on earth could I share that could be even more secret? LOLOL! If you’ve been reading me for a while you know most of my demons and a whole lot about my secret experiences and desires. What on earth is left to tell?
Hmmmmm?
1. Did you know I’m afraid of driving in traffic on the freeways, and that I was left handed before this began? I used to love driving and traveling, but after being in two serious & one minor accident, I’m no longer confident behind the wheel. The first one happened when I was stopped at a red light & got hit from behind by a truck whose driver didn’t even try to brake. My seat belt actually did more damage than the impact. My collarbone was broken, muscles were torn and when I healed the scar tissue and bone callous trapped the nerves to my left arm. This was a problem because I’m left handed. I developed a nerve problem called Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy, and could not use my strong arm or hand. Even air made the skin on the outer three fingers and outer half of my forearm burn with unbearable electric pain. After having six months of sympathetic ganglion nerve block injections in my neck every week to two weeks, I finally had surgery to remove my 1st rib on the left side. Thankfully that eliminated the pain. My whole family remarked how they couldn’t believe how at peace I looked waking up from anesthesia right after that major surgery. The surgical pain was nothing compared to what I’d been living with before it. My discomfort behind the wheel began there. At first it was limited to cringing when I was 1st to obey a yellow light especially if I was surprised by it. Then it got complicated by the day I got caught in the middle of a high-speed police chase.
I went out on a spur of the moment shopping trip, and found myself in the middle of a high-speed police chase. I stopped at an intersection at a red light and then got vigorously waved through by a police officer who was holding up opposing traffic. I obeyed and drove through the red light thinking the police officer who waved me through was making the way clear for all the vehicles stacked up at the T street he had stopped for a funeral or something. What I didn’t know from his arm gestures was that he wanted me through the intersection and off the road ASAP. I found it out a few seconds later though when I saw a car coming up behind me at high speed. I swerved into the turn lane to get out of his way, just as he did the same thing to pass me. He realized it too late, and then tried to get back in the through lane to pass me on the right. Too late! He clipped my right rear end shearing off half my trunk and the whole rear right wheel at the axel, then he careened into a light standard on the roadside and went through his wind shield. His speed was calculated at 120 mph, mine was 30. If I’d been stopped or had a chance to apply my brakes before he hit me, the police tell me I’d be dead or seriously injured. As it turns out I wasn’t seriously hurt physically, but while the injuries to my body healed my fear of driving has only gotten worse. I had panic attacks for months. The flash backs and nightmares of the car bashing into me followed by 5 police cruisers roaring around me sirens, brakes and tires screeching and then having the officers launch out of their cars guns drawn screaming at the guy who was barely moving on the hood of his car “stay down! Don’t move! Get out of the car! (hey he was out already! please don’t shoot.)” were intense.
2. Did you know that I like and collect ladybug & moose themed stuff? It started when I made a folk art painting on piece of scrap wood I scoffed from the debris pile outside a house that was under construction. The painting is of grass & foliage from the ground creature’s point of view. I populated the grass strands & foliage with ants carrying hobo sticks & bags, and serene ladybugs. When I get a new camera I promise to share that painting here. That started my family buying me kitschy gifts with ladybug themes. I even have ladybug solar lights punctuating the edge between my front walkway and the flowerbeds. They collect the sun’s energy all day and then cast off a soft red glow lighting the pathway all night. My mom’s idea of a nice Christmas gift. This year she added a brightly colored ladybug door matt.
I started my own moose collection beginning with a really unique limited edition skinny figurine from Boyd’s Bears. When I added a really neat oversized red fleece sweater with a black moose & fir tree in silhouette from Coldwater Creek, my family caught on and now if they can’t find ladybugs, they find moose …. er … meese … mooses???
3. Did you know that I eat breakfast for dinner and dinner for breakfast? I’m more hungry in the morning than I am in the evenings, a very hearty breakfast at work costs less than 2 dollars, so about a year ago I started eating my biggest meal of the day at breakfast and then I try to have a full (protein, veggies & carbs) meal at lunch. When I come home at night, if I’m hungry I have ice-cold skim milk on either Special K or Cheerios. Now, if I eat more than cereal for supper, I end up feeling sick.
4. Did you know that I can come just thinking through a prolonged sexual scenario? As long as M/F adult consensual discipline spanking is invoked in the fantasy, and I am the spankee in the scenario I am able to work up to orgasm with no physical stimulation. I learned to do that when Fred would torment me with teasing threats and promises during long drives, or over the phone during long absences. He would order me to come, and with enough time, and torment, I did. Reviewing certain events also can also push me over the edge. Every so often even when I’m at work, the distraction of spanking and sexy thoughts will take over my attention until I get off. Masturbating without masturbating. I almost always come when giving a blowjob too. If my goal was to get him off in my mouth, then the build up of tension in his body along with his vocal responses seemed to cause my own excitement to escalate. Often I’d be bare assed on my knees between his thighs my mouth and hand churning on his cock while my hips humped the air. The best thrusts went with deep throat pushes, but the most effective were the fast furious opposing strokes of mouth and hand on his shaft. Goodness gracious! I’m going to have to take a break here & … well, let’s just say that changing my panties will close out the list of what must be done before I finish this and post it.
OK, I’m back. Mmmmmmmmmm! I decided that the shower massage was the best cure for my errant mind this time; intense, sensual and just a bit faster than a no contact fantasy. Blended together, fantasy and pulsing jets of water … ohhhhhhh my …. I think you can figure out the outcome.
5. Did you know that I have a little sister with the Girls & Boys club, or that I give the United Way $50.00 per pay check as well all my change at the lunch counter? I’ve allocated my donation to go to the resources that address domestic violence. I chose them because their annual reports (at least for the chapter down here) indicate that most (> 80%) of my donation goes to the good works and < 20% goes to administration. I walk for cancer & heart disease and get sponsors for me as well as sponsor other walkers each year when they have the walk rally’s, but I’m bothered by how much of the contributions goes to support high dollar administration. Donations to charities should benefit the victims & needy, not $100,000 a year salaries for administrators.
oops I forgot… I’ll tag all who have’t already piped up, including any reader who reads and is intersted to answer this too. respond here, on another blog, or start your own just to answer… hmmmm I wonder if there ever was a blog started just to answer a mem, and if there was, is it still going strong? *g*
