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I’m not slacking off. Promise!

April 3rd, 2016 2 comments

I know I’ve skipped two weeks of Kinktionary and No Stupid (Kink) Questions (and, you know, everything but #SunnySunday) and those of you who were just starting to trust me again, are like, “Man, she’s never going to get her ass in gear.”

And you’re probably right. I will probably always be flakey when it comes to the blog (outside of professional obligations) because this is my space and sometimes I just don’t feel like it. I will never be as professional with this thing as some folks are because my blog is more of a journal than what blogs have become. I’m not a brand. I’m not a business. I’m just me, putting myself out there because I can.

But! This time I have an excuse that is not “I just didn’t feel like it” or “Everybody hates me” or “Nobody reads me, anyway.” (Yay, depression!)

So up until Tuesday, I still had my wisdom teeth. Read more…

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Our day in a word? Perfect.

July 31st, 2011 2 comments

So I was instructed to write about our day. Like I wouldn’t have anyway. Silly Master.

We’d talked about going to Denny’s for breakfast but it’s Sunday and Denny’s is the place to be on Sunday. Especially a brand new Denny’s in a poor neighborhood with at least ten nursing homes, assisted living facilities and senior apartment complexes within a ten minute drive at ten miles under the speed limit. So instead, we popped into a Dunkin Donuts and grabbed some breakfast sandwiches and coffee. Then we hit the road for some of our favorite places up north, singing and talking along the way.

First we wanted to go to the waterfall we went to the first week we were together. we were thwarted by a “Road Closed” sign that’s always there. I didn’t remember until we were on the way to Saratoga Battlefields. So we went to Ascension Stone (which they call Ascension Rock, but everyone I know calls it Ascension Stone) instead. It’s by the William Miller Chapel in Fairhaven, Vermont. Master didn’t trust me to remember how to get there since it had been quite a long time. Read more…

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Bullets

July 10th, 2011 Comments off
  • I emailed my ex’s ex-wife today. Said some things I needed to get off my chest. Nothing I’ll regret. Just things I needed her to know. It was both one of the hardest things I’ve ever done and a huge load off my chest.
  • We’ve been driving as far away from home as we can get before we have to turn around in different directions every weekend. Thankfully, the new car is good on gas.
  • There isn’t much love left between Schenectady and me.
  • Some assholes shot off fireworks on our brand new (to us) car. It doesn’t look like there’s too much damage, thankfully.
  • The kitten may be going through puberty. I may need to get off my ass and find out about getting him neutered.
  • Master makes me kneel before bed every night. There have been no exceptions.
  • Since watching the episode of Scrubs where Perry insists (and fails) on everyone leaving him alone for 20 minutes of “me time” for the 587th time, we’ve been making sure we take at least twenty minutes for ourselves each day. It wasn’t a conscious decision.
  • We exercise at the very least three times a week. We talked about raising that number today. We’ve begun to notice an increase in our stamina but other than that, the results have been rather disheartening. Master says we’re not yet to a point where we should worry about how things are going, but we’re thinking of doing more anyway.
  • We drove to the Catskills on the 4th. I’ve never been there before. It’s absolutely gorgeous. We drove through Catskill (the town) and I have to say the cats painted to match the places they’re near are just too much. I giggled the whole way through town. People must’ve thought I was insane. (To which Master would reply, “The giggling wouldn’t be the only thing that tipped them off.”)
  • We stopped at a waterfall that, surprisingly, had no people visiting it, so Master could take pictures and two guys on motorcycles who previously looked like they weren’t going to stop slammed on their brakes and pulled in where we were. When we passed them on the way back to the car, the one had the strangest look on his face. Either he knew me or he wanted to eat me. That last is open to interpretation. And it wasn’t just me who thought that! I didn’t say anything till Master mentioned it.
  • If you are that man, I mean no offense. Maybe you were flashing us a very nice smile and we were just too focused on our adventure to see that. Maybe you do, in face, know me from this here blog, or from Twitter, or something, and you somehow recognized me from the road. In that case, please introduce yourself next time. Depending on Master’s mood that day and who’s around (and your smile), we’ll either pretend not to know what you’re talking about, or greet you warmly.
  • Today we went to Peebles Island. It seems to have gotten increasingly more popular since we last hiked there. I wonder if it’s all the bodies they’ve found there.
  • Who am I kidding? Of course it’s all the bodies they’ve found there.
  • I may have almost accidentally killed Master on Peebles Island. I didn’t realize how hot it was outside or how direct the sunlight was in the spot I chose to sit and watch the… whatever that is that goes around Peebles Island. The canal? The river? I always forget. Anyway, we didn’t bring enough to drink because we didn’t remember the island being so big. We’re pretty sure he at least ended up with heat exhaustion. He’s still feeling kinda icky. Suckage. Won’t do that again.
  • In my defense, it was almost cool under the trees.
  • We do this at least once a summer. Overdo something.
  • We’ve been keeping notes on interesting looking places on our adventures to visit when we have money for the entrance fee. We’ve also been looking for a nice hotel or bed and breakfast we can afford. Most are nothing special but almost all of them are several steps up from anything in Schenectady. Which, I mean, whatever. The intent is to get away from the city, not stay in some five star.
  • I can’t tell you how many abandoned hotels we’ve driven by. Upstate New York doesn’t appear to be doing well.
  • Speaking of abandoned buildings, the number of abandoned churches and churches for sale we’ve driven past makes me sad. There could be a million reasons, and all of them are disheartening. While I’m not a churchgoer myself, for some reason the idea that the country (or at least the state) seems to be losing its faith bothers me.
  • The abandoned government buildings piss me off. If they’re not going to do something with them, they should let someone else. Or take them down for Christ’s sake, and use the land for something that will benefit the community, and not be an eyesore. Or a deathtrap, for that matter.
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Frazzled. But then, when am I not?

July 2nd, 2011 1 comment

I used to be the kind of person who couldn’t survive without hope.

You know the type. They’re always chasing what “might be” and longing for who you “could be” and they’re never satisfied with what’s right in front of them.

That has been a step along the path to hating myself and my past less. Realizing that what could happen really doesn’t matter. I either need to find a way to accept what does happen or kill myself, cause what could happen and what I want to happen might never actually come to pass. And then what?! Then I’ve spent my whole life wishing and accomplished exactly jack and shit.

I don’t want to spend my whole life wishing. Read more…

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Just go away.

June 27th, 2011 1 comment

We had a deal. Remember?

We were going to let each other find happiness. You were going to leave me alone, and I was going to leave you alone.

I kept my side of the bargain. Why won’t you keep yours?

Fuck. Off. I am through with you.

I refuse to be a victim again. This time, I will press charges if I have to.

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Sometimes Things Just… Click

June 17th, 2011 Comments off

We went to lunch today with the intention of cashing M’s check and dropping his pay stub off at a local car dealership for preapproval for a lease. We were gonna pop by the dealership some time next week and look at a car. We expected it to take a couple days to hear back.

When we walked into the dealership, it was empty. We asked for the guy M had spoken with on the phone, and were pointed to his desk. He took the pay stub and M’s license and walked to the finance office. A few minutes later, he came back and said, “Ya ready to pick a car?”

Uh… yeah?!

So we strolled the aisles and settled on a cute little black car. It’s got a couple scratches, so we’re gonna pick up some touch-up paint after we pick up the car.

The next hurdle was insurance, so we walked down the road to this little office with three desks and a woman with flowers on the ends of her pens. She was so insanely nice. And within 20 minutes, we were on our way out the do or with our insurance cards in our hand.

We pick it up on Tuesday. It’s covered by warranty so we’re going to take it to our mechanic. Make sure there’s nothing major wrong with it.

Next weekend? We’re gone. Who the fuck knows where. Just not here. I cannot wait. Pine trees here we come. ~blissful sigh~ God, how I’ve missed you.

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