Decided to blow off some steam with Dale. :-)~~
The night ended well…we all popped!
~P.
Apr 17, 2012
This is what I mean!
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I didn’t see Tesla at school today. I wrote that earlier.
I guess no one read that blog yet.
Called twice to talk to Tesla before soccer. Voicemail.
7:30 Tesla returned my call but I was outside.
I return her call and tried to talk with her. It’s so noisy with Heather and children in the background I could barely make out what she is saying.
She asked if I can get her tomorrow. I told her I would talk to her dad. She said that her dad wasn’t home. He was, because she had his phone.
I’m guessing Heather fetched him because he did eventually answer.
I asked him when his game is tomorrow. He didn’t know.
Can I see Tesla tomorrow? He didn’t know what his schedule is.
I asked him why it mattered what his schedule was when I only want to see Tesla. He responded with, “Didn’t you see her at school today.” I replied, “Wrong” making a buzzer sound and followed it with, “next?”
John thinks he knows everything. Even if I did see Tesla today, volunteering in her class, why stop me from spending individual time her the next day?
His follow-up to the school comment….”well you saw her over the weekend.” He says this in front of Tesla.
How is this not purposely keeping Tesla from spending time with me?
As John and Heather like to tell me, “take it to the courthouse.”
Like I don’t spend enough time in the courthouse with John and Heather. I even have promises from Heather for a future court hearing.
How about just loosening the grip you two have on Tesla?
Your daily drama does affect Tesla….and probably all the other children in the house.
Dr. Phil….help!
~P.
Apr 16, 2012
When life wears you down
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Life is no piece of cake. It is not a picnic, nor a party.
Life is gruelling in many ways. You must mix with others as you go about your day. Trying to stick to a schedule. It’s not easy.
Today I rode my motorcycle all the way across the county to volunteer in my daughter’s kindergarten class. I noticed her father’s truck in the parking lot as I walked to the school entrance. The secretary buzzed me in and I went to the office to sign the visitor book. As soon as I walked in Mrs. Shields said, “What can I help you with?” That’s when I knew something was awry.
Apparently there was a memo sent out by Ms. Dettinger that there would be no more volunteering in her classroom and to disregard the volunteer schedule she had previously given to parents. I didn’t get the memo. Either it wasn’t passed on to me or it was mixed in with all the other papers that I missed it. I asked if I could walk over to the class and say hi but I was denied. After telling Tesla I was coming in, I felt like shit that I couldn’t even say hi to the class.
What I was thinking was, why is John here? Yesterday he was working at 7pm and sent Heather to get Tesla. Today he’s at the school?
Ms. Sinclair was outside eating lunch and called my name. She is Ms. Dettinger’s teaching assistant. I walked over to the picnic table and she said, “Didn’t you get the memo? I sent two home with Tesla.” I said I didn’t and nothing had been said to me about it. Next, Ms. Sinclair asked, “What’s her dad doing here?” and I responded, “I have no idea.”
My guess, volunteering in Heather’s kids class……
~P.
Apr 14, 2012
Glove World
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So cute! Glovey Glove
I’m pretty certain, as Tesla and I watch the NEW SpongeBob Squarepants, that the writers or cartoonist have a balloon fetish. LOL There are so many episodes around inflated gloves, balloons, a squirrel who lives in a bubble, bubble blowing, and more and more. I don’t know if I would have ever thought that without all this balloon research I’ve been doing! ~P.
Apr 14, 2012
Chuck E Balloons
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I get a kick out of Chuck E. Cheese. I like his pizza too.
Tesla and I go to CEC’s maybe twice a month. Usually one time we eat and play games and the second time we just go to play games.
We’re both happy either way. The games, the noise and excitement is fun.
Come here mouse...you need a hug.
The Chuck E. Cheese balloons were $2.00 and I wasn’t spending two bucks on a mylar balloon, mouse or not. Instead we headed to Party City and agreed the assorted package of pearlized balloons! They didn’t have anymore of the tye-dye balloons that were awesome looking.
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Their nips are hard
Dale picked out the smaller colored balloons. I haven’t tried blowing them until they pop yet, but I will.
~P.
Apr 13, 2012
Finally Friday-twas a long, short week
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This has been one heck of a week. Even with Monday off and missing Tuesday to be with my mom (who is back in the hospital in Harrisburg) it still felt L-O-N-G. I blame it on the refusal to allow Tesla and I time together through the week.
I heard talk from classmates… my Human Comm professor telling his other classes about my balloon fetish infomative speech. I got a giggle out of that…tickled I made such an impression.
My Spanish composition is complete. I will post it after it is graded so my Spanish is corrected. We had to write about our wedding plans or divorce party plans. I was so motivated I even included little pictures I cut out to go with my Divorce Party announcement. If only it were real. I’d love to have Dora and Diego throw a party for me with balloons, beer, a pink hippo and a drunk monkey named Boots.
So Tesla and I are going to Chuck-E-Cheese! You know…where a kid can be a kid!
I’m bringing home a balloon too!
~P.
Apr 12, 2012
A balloon of a day @ YCP
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Just a harmless prop 😉
Today I took two balloons to school with me. One was inflated, the other was not. The inflated balloon had a rubber band attached and a paperclip on the band. The band was around my left wrist. I was curious to how people would react. Some smiled, some stared at the balloon and others just ignored me and my balloon.
Human Communications class was up first and that was my destination with my balloon. Someone asked me if my informative speech was about balloons. I said, “Yes it is.” This cleared up the balloon on my wrist question. I got the feeling my classmates thought my topic was a little silly. They had no idea what they were in for.
In my opening statement I introduced myself and stated “I’m here today to talk to you about balloons and the sexual fetish involving balloons.” I secretly took the paperclip point and popped the balloon causing the entire room to jump and laugh. (It was awesome!) With everyone’s full attention, I continued to give my speech. I shared with the class what a fetish is, and specifically, a “loon or looner.” I also explained that the act of someone inflating a balloon is stimulating to some looners. Then I blew up a balloon with about 3 breaths and let it fly around the room and the class burst out laughing again. (Oh yeah!) As I explained some activities that looners include balloons or inflatables, I acted out a few. The class found this very entertaining and even caused a few guys to hoot and one specific classmate (I won’t name her) started to snort with laughter.
I wrapped up my speech with a quick review, thanked them for listening and ended with, “The next time you’re at a party and see balloons, ask yourself, “Do they look sexy?”
I received a nice round of applause, then I fielded half-a-dozen questions from my classmates and professor until the next speech had to start. After class the professor said I did a really good job and he wished he would have taped it because it would have been a great example of an informative speech to show his classes. (I saw the current example. They had real 80’s hair. Time for an updated version.)
So I’m feeling good about my balloon. It made its way around campus this morning and was a fantastic prop in my speech. My campus balloon.
I wonder if there were any looners in the audience?
Popped,
~P.
Apr 12, 2012
Sharks & Octopus
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These are my two favorite animals. I have a tattoo of a hammerhead on my ankle and an octopus on my chest.
Today’s picture search for balloons all have to do with my favorite animals.
Apr 11, 2012
Oiled War
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I blew up every balloon I had and then filled an enormous weather balloon using an inflator. A local TV station friend of mine gave the balloon to me. Well lent it, to me. I want to deflate the balloon a little bit at a time until I am snug with the balloons. I am naked and ready to climb inside the balloon…..
I slipped one travel size baby oil inside the balloon with me. My secret Master let the balloon deflate slowly. He liked the look on my face. It was a cross between ecstasy and fear. Death by balloons wouldn’t look good on a gravestone. I guess it would all boil down to this. Did I at least pop before I died?
The baby oil made the inside of this weather balloon so cozy. Suddenly I realized, I only get so long in my Bubble World. Master said nothing, just watching as I explored my round room. My arms and legs moved freely but the balloons still held me afloat. I began oiling my body and Master smiled his approval.
I was singing a song of balloon nonsense, just to amuse myself. It was super slippery inside the balloon and, all the balloons inside the big balloon were pressing again my body. My nipples became rock hard and I felt warm, light-headed even. The tightness of the balloons against my skin, like silk, stroking me every time I moved, was like nothing I had ever felt before. Perhaps the closest I’ll ever come to being in a womb again.
The oil completely coated my body now. It felt so sensual and sexual. Master called out, gaining my attention. I had forgotten he was there. Bad slave!
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. I needed no further encouragement. My right had slipped between my legs and broke the seal. I was by far more slippery than the oil.
With-in minutes Master ordered me to come. Explosions went off in my head and I became weak from pleasure. As my body spasms, I began breaking the balloons holding me up. Some I squeezed with my fingers, some I stepped on…I could only break a few. The slickness made it difficult to hold onto them. I straddled one, able to keep my balance. It felt really good and I started to bounce on the balloon. The weather balloon began to jiggle around and I thought that was sexy and funny.
I wanted to lie down inside my world and feel the balloons get tighter on my body as Master releases air. My body felt like it was being sensually kissed by each touching balloon. My skin tingled as I caught my breath again. There wasn’t much extra air left other than what was inside the balloons. An idea popped into my head. I can pop these to give me more air. I’ll breathe my saved air.
So I began popping balloons again, excited at the thought of releasing my own breath. The faster I tried to pop the balloons, the more comical I looked. Master never laughed out-loud and insulted my enjoyment of the oily balloon war. The more I popped, the more room I had and could stand.
It was down to 1 slave and 5 remaining balloons when Master spoke. “You are done. I am ready for you now.” I looked at his distorted appearance pushed in from the outside. It strangely excited me more. I was ready also but there was no quick exit to make myself available to him. The loudest pop I ever heard deafened me momentarily. In the flash my balloon world ended and my Master had his hands on my well-oiled body.
So much for borrowing the weather balloon.
~P.
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