This’ll be random.  Do excuse.  It’ll help me get to REAL stuff in a post tomorrow or the next day.

My surrogate brother, Patrick (the one in the Army) has been in the hospital with a bout of MRSA.  He first got in while being stationed in Arizona, and the military hospital there did a POOR job of treating it.  Strange, since I thought it was a big issue in places like the armed forces, college dorms, hospitals, etc. and they’d know how serious it is and how to deal with it.  In any case, he almost lost his leg because they waited two friggin’ weeks to start treatment.  They played the “draw a circle around it and wait” game for a LOOOOONG time.  This is his first “outbreak”  (er, something? I’m unclear on the terminology, sorry…) since then… And it just worries me.  They lanced and drained it (well, more like squished the crap out) and he’s being treated well this time.  But.. Still.  I worry.

I’m at work.  Lame.  I used to work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday overnights.  I decided I had taken too much ribbing and pleading and mocking from Patrick and Anne and Harrison about NEVER hanging out with them on weekends when Patrick is home on a pass, so I switched off my Saturdays and took Tuesday and Wednesday overnights instead.  I work four nights a week, for a total base of 37 hours.  This is a change from three nights a week and a base of 32 hours.  (Though both now and back then, I usually get pushed to 40 hours anyway from people wanting me to come in early or stay late.)  The thing that is SUCKY is that because I work overnights and each shift spills into two days, I am at work SEVEN days a week.  Monday morning, Tuesday night, Wednesday morning/night, Thursday morning, Friday night, Saturday morning, and Sunday night.  It makes me cranky to have work invade every single day of my life.

I made some kickass vegan pesto the other night, and made some kickass vegan cranberry nut bread (actually bread-like, not the cake-like cranberry bread).  Then, because my brother and father were wandering around like lost puppies tonight, I cooked them a kickass (or so I’m told – I didn’t try it) whole wheat pasta dish with pesto, olive oil, parmesan, artichoke hearts and fresh tomatoes. They grilled chicken too, and I didn’t even wrinkle my nose!  I’m such a sweetheart. 

Some girl texted my mother today trying to score weed.  It was hilarious. Then, apparently since she was REALLY hurting to get high, she called my mother. Wrong numbers are FUN.  I’m disappointed my mom didn’t mess with the girl though. 

I have lots of deeper slave-type and relationship-type stuff brewing in my head…  My life is just… Feeling a little weird and scary and I need a place to talk. But I think I need to take some time to get my head around everything before dumping it on you guys, my darling and unsuspecting blog readers.

In the meantime, enjoy these search terms that have brought people to my blog:

• fetlife incest  (I didn’t realize people there were THAT closeknit.)
• subtle slavegirl  (You look lost, pal.  You’re looking for this kickass blog.)
• top ten things a man wants from his wife capabilities  (If you figure those out, lemme know.)
• extreme cock cooking fantasy  (I think you’re getting a little jaded when you have to qualify “cock cooking” as “extreme” yanno?)
• which ethical theory is most natural? that is which theory requires th…  (I SO wish I could see the rest of that search…)
• dexter show morning routine symbolism (God that show rocks.)
• 0h   (Seriously?  A zero and an h brought you here?)
• yaz anorgasmia  (WebMD was probably your #1 search result.  WHY in the name of all things holy did you click on my blog – which must have been on page 90billion – instead?)
• scat play my child  (…)
• submissive over 50  (I swear I don’t look (or act) that old.  I even got carded to buy my brother cigarettes the other day.)
• who do i contact for a sex change and submissive slavery (Well, in short – definitely not me.)