The tip of the iceberg

Fantasy Fetish Frolicking for Fall

TheresaS — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 04:38:59 GMT

My fantasy fall filled with fun. Note, this is just a fantasy unless someone out there wants to take me to do all of this!!! First would be the Rubber Ball in London, leaving SFO for London the Wednesday after Labor day. Staying at the Chancery Court Hotel, because it is fun to freak out the staff while wearing latex (and I *do* have a free week there). http://www.skintwo.co.uk/rubberball/ Next would be our local event, Folsom Fair...local scene fun for the whole weekend. I love looking at all those boys asses, even if I might not be their type. This is the last weekend in September. (Next life, I am coming back as a gay male...goddesses know I have done enough hagging in this life!!!) http://folsomstreetfair.org/ The first of November I would be in latex in the ocean. Yes, I know, not good for the latex but hey, I make my own so it really does not matter. I think tying someone up to a beach lounge chair would be fun! Ocean view room please! http://www.kinkinthecaribbean.com/frames.html

Sweetbreads, for those that like them

TheresaS — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 04:17:34 GMT

Take the sweetbreads and soak them in acid water (1 lemon to a quart of water). Then drain. Put the offal in a pan and cover with water. Add 1/2 t. of salt and another juice of a lemon. Bring to a simmer and let simmer for about 15 minutes. Plunge in ice water. Put on a plate and weight the plate for about an hour or more. In another pan, saute mushrooms with butter. While the 'shrooms are cooking, put butter in another pan and brown it until nice and nutty. Take the sweetbreads and dust them with flour. Add to the browned butter and pan fry until they are crisp. AS the sweetbreads cook, add the juice of two lemons, and a handful of capers to the mushrooms. Add the sweetbreads once they are crisp and wonderful. This was Saturday's starter, along with a truffled corn that M cut off the cob. Yummy!

The perfect Pesto...

TheresaS — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 09:09:43 GMT

is made with walnuts. I am so glad I finally broke down and tried it that way. It was perfect. As I ate it I remembered the meal of pesto I had in Genova, Italy and this was the same (well, almost. Everything tastes better in Italy!) I took basil I had grown, lots of garlic, salt, olive oil, walnuts and parmigiano reggiano and processed it in the food processor. I then tasted it. Wow!

Oh what a night!

TheresaS — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 09:12:41 GMT

First I got an award for bowling at 160+ game a few weeks back. And a patch for a 400 series. Someone asked me for my number for their friend ("no he isn't gay, just afraid of women" she said as she got my number for her boss. Ya right. I am such a hag that most likely he *is* gay) And now I sit here feeling REALLY guilty. But here is what I would write to this ass if I could. Dear Married Man, You kept hitting on me at the bar. You have been hitting on me for the past year at bowling. And we are in a league with our children. So tonight, after many beers, and a bit of loneliness on my part I decide to go to your house to at least take a pee because the alley was closing. It may have taken me a few minutes but no straight, single guy has signs that say "The queen lives here" and "family" on their wall. And the pink curtains really gave it away. You are fucking married. When you told me your kids are in MO and I said "oh how nice he is visiting his mother" that was the time to tell me you were married. Luckily I figured it out before you decided to put your cock in me. And what is with you thinking you can fuck a strange woman without a condom. No fucking way!!!! Not only will I not fuck you because you had no condoms, I won't fuck you because you are MARRIED!!! Signed, ~A woman with *some* sort of morals. Yes, I ran into a married man tonight. It was hard, especially as he was trying to rip off my clothes as I left. So not only married but borderline rapist. I guess trying to heal my heart by sleeping around not only back fired, but left me feeling so yucky, I am not certain I will sleep tonight. Fucking Asshole! Perhaps I should just be done with men. I fucking hate them right now. Yet, I want someone. I need someone. Fuck!

Paying the price

TheresaS — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 17:50:06 GMT

Why must men make women pay the price for every slight they feel? (I know, there are most certainly women like this too but right now I am talking about men) I have a beautiful 18 year old who is still paying the price for things she said when she was 14, 16, 17. Can't he (her father) just get over it and move on? Why can't men just talk about what is going on in their lives, how they feel and what it bothering them? Why can't they be honest and not hide behind the "you did this to me so therefore I am not going to deal with you" story? I know, I know, there are a LOT of women who do this too. I am just ranting. OK off for a hot tub and sauna in Roseville. Better be worth it if I am driving all that way! And promise to self: no ranting while in hot tub.

Over/Under

TheresaS — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 15:11:34 GMT

I have heard the saying: "The way to get over a man is under another man." It is moments like these I wish I was the slut that I can sometimes appear to be. I tried a while back ago but being under someone while trying to get over another just makes me cry and freaks out the guy!!!

George Carlin Dies

TheresaS — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 05:36:04 GMT

R.I.P. I stll remember being very young and my parents listening to his albums. I knew it was stuff I was not suppose to hear, but I think my parents realized I did not understand what he was saying. I recently was watching his last show on TV with Michael. I remember just laughing my ass off. He had a way of offending everyone, so how could anyone truly be offended. May he rest in Peace. We are lucky we live in an age that technology can at least let us see his work.

Saturday...is it time for VAGINA WOMAN???

TheresaS — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 04:38:42 GMT

I have a lot of work to do in the morning. My Bigone can watch the Weeone tomorrow night and I am thinking of going to Kinky Salon. I just don't know what to be. I have this latex dress that needs repairing, it is my "superhero" dress. In the pic is the dress. So, should I go as VAGINA WOMAN??? (The dress has a big V on the front) VAGINA WOMAN! She is able to swallow penises in the single stroke, put out fires with her spraying pussy and lets out loud orgamic sounds that can crush the ememies skull. VAGINA WOMAN creating happy faces since...well for a long time!

Bugger!

TheresaS — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 02:29:45 GMT

Why do men think I am there to either teach them, be dumped on by them or fill their time when their wives cannot be a Domme to them? Fuck, I don't even get paid to be a Top. I think the dating sites are starting to be a waste. The attention is nice but I am tired of saying "Sorry I don't do online relationships" or "So does your wife know you are contacting women" or "Figure out your shit then come back." You want to know who have been the most sincere men? The Doms. Yep. They see what I write about submission and domination and they want to contact me to tell me I have a perfect understanding. What good does that do me? Another sad note: Sean, Gobo, had his ashes buried today. I woke up with a migraine and could not drive. I will have to attend one of the celebrations of his life to honour him. I really have been sad about this. IT brings up the memories of those I have cared about and have died. Good things in my life: I get to start certification in September. YAY! I might get to go to two other shorter certification classes. I keep looking at the certificate on the wall and realize I am half way there! I got to see a tribe friend elope last week and it was beautiful (more on this later when I am not so sour on relationships). I bought some fabric the other day that I will sew a couple of fall skirts with. (Gotta love that interior decorating fabric!) I have bought myself some new clothes. The painting I had in a gallery for the past 13 months is being sold to someone who will donate it to UCDavis where the artist, Roy DeForest taught. I could not have hoped for a better outcome. I get money and the painting gets to be seen by the world. My daughters are doing well. I am trying my best to do what I tell my clients to do. Staying positive, and looking at other perspectives is important. I know it is not a short road, living this life in an honourable way, but it is a road I want to be on. I enjoy the journey for the most part, even when there are days like this that the BP is out of control, the emotions are running on overload and the hormones can't seem to make up their mind what they are going to do to me.

RIP Sean Reily aka Gobo

TheresaS — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 03:22:18 GMT

As I was indulging in a nap this afternoon my phone started going off. It was a text saying Gobo died. I am still in disbelief. I met Gobo years and years ago at the Blue Lagoon in Santa Cruz. Memories of going down to Saturn after dancing the night away fill my mind. He was so talented, a kind human being. I loved dancing his sets, chatting with him outside. He stayed so positive during his treatments. I really thought he would make it, that I would dance again to his sets. Now I can only do so in my mind. I send out good thoughts to his family, his friends and him. Bye Gobo.

Hope

TheresaS — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 18:59:41 GMT

Sometimes hope comes from the strangest places: a tribe friend writing of her elopement, a stranger noting how sexy my pics are, hearing about someones success while waiting in line for coffee, my child telling me to hold on to someone I love even though turmoil is at hand, a fortune cookie the resonates with how the day is going, a horoscope telling me not to give up. Tears while having coffee with my mother this morning. I had not realized how much I have given up hope on so many levels. How I have stopped planning nor dreaming (except when it comes to career...this has nothing to do about dreaming but of survival). It sounds so bad but really, I think it has been necessary to keep me grounded in me, in what is going on in my life. So I dream. I dream of the future with lots of love it in. I dream of going jet skiing. I dream that soon, all will be OK and I will thrive in a way that allows me to hope again. Not all is lost, in fact, I may have found something today that gives me lots of hope...and the funny thing, it did not come from just one place!

My sexual style (according to some silly test)

TheresaS — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 01:42:28 GMT

I find this interesting in some ways. I also found the questions to be of the either/or type. None of these types of test ever leaves me with a feeling of satisfaction because I so want to add my own answers. I can see how they get a 100 confidence (when I am in that mindset and I am not feeling insecure) and my dominance can be really high even when I am bottoming. I love using my imagination in sex. And I KNOW I am more generous than a 37...I just refuse to pick that I would give up getting oral sex and only give it. I love giving it but hey, I LOVE getting it! I think the suggestion of fluffy handcuff is funny. I have a fluffy paddle that is anything but fluffy feeling. I have some soft ties but then the pain can begin. hmmmm, damn! I think I need a distraction right about now! My score on The What's your sexual style? Test: ************************************** TYPE O (You scored 83 imagination, 100 confidence, 83 dominance, and 37 generosity!) "You are a KINKY, CONFIDENT, DOMINANT lover who prefers to RECEIVE. This means that: You like relatively kinky sex, and you have the great imagination that will always keep your partner guessing and excited! There's no getting bored with you around, you could never settle for dull sex, you want something fun and new all the time. You aren't afraid to try out anything you hear about. You might just be an intelligent lover who needs to be mentally engaged, or perhaps you have some dirty dark secret kinky desires, but either way, you're never boring. You are pretty confident in bed. This means that you know you can please your lover. Maybe you've read a lot of sex manuals, or have the experience from previous lovers, or just tend to be skilled at whatever you get your hands on, but you're good and you know it. You can really get results and know that you have pure talent, so you won't be hiding away shy, pretending to be all innocent. Your partners love your naughty self assurance, you don't hesitate and this makes you a sensational lover. You tend to be dominant in bed, so you prefer to be the one giving the orders than taking them. Maybe you like the power, or just like controlling the pace, perhaps your partner likes to be dominanted, or maybe you get a kick out of the whole master/slave relationship, it could be something as small as liking to be on top during sex and tie up your lover to tease them, or it could be as kinky as them having to ask your permission to do anything at all. Either way, you are firm and you enjoy it! You would rather Receive than Give. This usually applies more to Oral sex than anything else, and other types of foreplay. This could be for a number of reasons. Maybe you are just very hooked on the sensation of orgasm, maybe you feel you deserve to be treated like a god/goddess, maybe you just aren't confident about your skills when it comes to returning the favour. Maybe you are lazy. Or maybe your partner loves to give and that suits you fine, so everyone is happy. Either way, remember to be a giver sometimes too, as long as your partner likes it. WE SUGGEST YOU TRY: Fluffy handcuffs, soft whips. You have the kinky factor that will mean you'll enjoy playing games in bed, and using these fluffy cuffs rather the metal sort of the just a silk scarf means you will be tied firmly, but comfortably. You can't get away, but you wont be in any pain. However, we know you'd rather do this to your lover than be tied up yourself, so feel free, or take turns! Enjoy some light flogging with a soft whip, just to see if you like being spanked, or use your hand. Nothing too heavy, but a little bit kinky. " ************************************** Take it! http://www.okcupid.com/tests/13030039429336430561/What's-your-sexual-style- View My Profile - MissTS: http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=MissTS

I learned something new a couple of days ago...

TheresaS — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 07:25:27 GMT

There is this form of art called gigapan. It is a robot taking panoramas, tiny section by tiny section with a digital camera. Then the info is downloaded and stitched together to form the panorama. Now here is the really cool thing, you can click on a section, and it enlarges. The smallest detail can be seen. I have not been this excited about photography in a long, long time. Rich's work is fun to look at. It was cool to learn something new the other day from a new friend. http://gigapan.org/viewGigapan.php?id=5604 When you are at the image, click on the bottom images. You can telephoto an area you want to see in more detail. I know I am getting all the terminology wrong, but I wanted to share this with you. (Above image which is part of the whole by: Rich Gibson)

161

TheresaS — Thu, 29 May 2008 18:02:54 GMT

My highest game ever...and I have not bowled for 9 months. Yesterday was a day of getting some stuff under control in my life and in my head. The 161 game was a symbol of how my day went. How did I bowl that game? I thought only of making strikes, and then when I did not make a strike, of picking up the spare. I visualized the ball going down the lane in just a certain way. I stopped doing what I *thought* I should do and instead threw the ball the way I wanted to, the way it felt good. I had expectations that I was going to bowl an awesome game. I believed I deserved a great game. It was pretty much how I went through my day yesterday. And then to top off the day, I went dancing. I wore my awesome hat that I love (think big, flowers, lace, very english hat) and had on a dress I had not worn forever. It was nice to not be wearing latex. I went out for drinks before going to BaGG and that was nice for my ego. When I got to club, I saw people I had not seen in a long time. It is wonderful to hear how beautiful and sexy I was. My female partner in crime (you know who you are...I will let you reveal yourself) and I went on a kissing spree. Yummy...and there was one kiss that meant the world to me last night. I got hot dogs for a birthday boy and helped get him in his "limo" safely. Home at 4am, the bed looked great, and sleep was even better. My dreams I had last night were beautiful. Now to turn them into reality like the 161 game.

Picture says it all

TheresaS — Wed, 28 May 2008 06:36:25 GMT

No blog...for I promised I would not.

Speed…

TheresaS — Fri, 23 May 2008 23:03:59 GMT

and no I am not talking about the drug but the movement of time. At this moment I am laughing a bit at myself about how I felt just three hours ago. It was a process but I am so happy at how fast it went. I am realizing more and more that life is too short to spend too much time on feelings that can be considered hazardous. I have learned so much while I have been doing my coaching certification. One tool we are given as coaches is the tool of perspective. Taking the client through various perspectives of the issue can often lead the person to decide to take another path. Once reminded of their goals, values and desires, the client comes to the conclusion they need another reaction to the situation. So I laugh at myself, not in a mocking way but a loving, playful way. Those wounds that can come so fast to the surface can also be put aside with that much speed. I was reminded of my values and what I desire. I kept in mind what my agenda is for my life (which, it to thrive in a way that makes me happy and content). It is nice to be able to give myself such a quick antidote. The brain can be an amazing thing. While administering the antidote, I came to the conclusion the green eyed monster can actually be a good thing if processed quickly and without damage to others. She is a mighty beast, who wanted her presence known! She also carried a message, one I needed to reaffirm to myself. I was reminded of the big picture in my life and what that means to me. With a different perspective, I am able to take a different path than the one I may have taken myself on. What a powerful tool. And another powerful tool is gratitude. At this moment I am thankful for where I am at, and where I might be going. Perhaps all those years of work, really is paying off. I am also thankful for my new profession, for I have learned so much that has helped me in my own life. (The image is the neural basis of love as per an MRI http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://hendrix.imm.dtu.dk/services/jerne/brede/WOBIB_54.png&imgrefurl=http://hendrix.imm.dtu.dk/services/jerne/brede/WOBIB_54.html&h=417&w=417&sz=27&hl=en&start=55&um=1&tbnid=uqlSBtRt7V7QnM:&tbnh=125&tbnw=125&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dromantic%2Blove%26start%3D40%26ndsp%3D20%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den%26sa%3DN )

Gothalot needs Help for Blood Vessel

TheresaS — Tue, 20 May 2008 19:39:57 GMT

As my friends know, I rarely...if ever, re-post requests for donations. This time, something inside of me tells me word needs to get out. I am not sure how many of you know Gothalot and what he has created. As an artist, I find it amazing and profound. This is what I was taught at Mills about conceptual art...being able to have your art serve a purpose, to provoke a thought for the larger good. I have never been to Burning Man. I have a daughter who was born September 2. As a mother, I need to be here for her b-day until she tells me I am no longer needed for it (or the age of 19, whichever comes first!) I have seen and be in the Blood Vessel in Santa Cruz and at BaGG. http://people.tribe.net/gothalot/blog?topicid=8f02710d-ba3e-483a-a0ce-e11af11d5aba

Frogs, ice cream and family

TheresaS — Mon, 19 May 2008 18:01:55 GMT

This weekend was my annual trip to the Calaveras County Fair...AKA, the Internation Frog Jump Competition. My Weeone jumped frogs, my mom kept us fed, my father took pictures, my Bigone made it up on Saturday. It was a weekend of hanging with family and watching frogs. A funny story: Weeone ALWAYS kisses her frogs before jumping. It is always fun to hear people go "Ewwwww!" Well this year, she was kissing her frogs and talking to her friend at the same time. Frog in hand, pulling it up to her mouth and her friend asked her a question. Well, she answered but did not stop the frog and all of a sudden the frog was at least an inch or two into her open mouth. Her first french kiss and it was with a frog!!! Well this made almost everyone around us go "EEEEWWWW!" She just laughed. I so wish I had a picture of it! Our annual trip to the caverns was delightful. 53 degrees in there when it was 98 outside. A momentary relief. I love looking at all of the formations. I wish someday I can go into the caverns with no one other than a guide. Hearing digital cameras going does not make for the relaxing experience I had hoped for. Somethings have changed over the years. There is only one thing that could ever make this weekend better...and since I am trying to keep this post rated "G" I won't mention it nor mention the name of who I would love to do those XXX rated things with!

WOW

TheresaS — Tue, 13 May 2008 07:35:31 GMT

http://worldbeardchampionships.com/chevalier.html I don't have a thing for long facial hair, but if I did, this is what I would go after! Thanks to Flicka for showing me the way.

Grateful to be a mother

TheresaS — Mon, 12 May 2008 04:27:09 GMT

When I got home this evening, my daughters were out of the house. I drove up and on the porch, was my very own rose bush. The girls had planted it in a container. The name is Winsome. Bigone made certain it was perfect for a container. As she planted it, she said to Wee that it needed dead-heading. Wee told Big to leave it, that I would love to be able to do that. They also got me a small pair of pruners. Before I even went into the house, I started to shape it, cutting off its rosehips. How wonderful my girls got me my first rose bush. They also prepared dinner for me. I actually cooked it over the bbq because the crackling mesquite scared both of them. They sat and watched. Both girls said they learn so much just by watching me. As I was driving home today from SR, I was thinking of my mother, my grandmother. As usual, the radio was off, and I was deep in thought. I do a lot of analyzing, sometimes I wish I could turn it off. My mentors tell me my analyzing, along with my intuition is what makes me a wonderful coach. So, I am thankful for those characteristics that I have. Those qualities will get me far in many ways. I know the coming weeks will be filled with activity as I work my hourly jobs and try to really get organized with what I need to grow my practice. I think I will bite the bullet and apply for a student loan. I will keep good thoughts that they will approve it without a co-signer. I want to get certified, I want that piece of paper. However, more than the paper, I want to keep learning. I want more tools for coaching with, I want peers to give me feed back, I want mentors who will be brutal but kind to me. As I sit here, I keep in mind all that I have to be thankful for, all that I have in my life. Gratitude really does bring up the spirits, and make it difficult to sit in that which hurts. I am thankful I understand all that giving thanks brings so much perspective into my life.

Random thoughts...

TheresaS — Tue, 06 May 2008 17:52:43 GMT

My long weekend was a nice one. I did not get to work on my website but that was by my choice...I did not want to work nor ask Michael to do so either. We did get to see a movie (Jet Lee and Jackie Chan), and I dealt with cramps from hell. Not sure how this body changing thing is coming along. My Weeone said to me the other day "Mom, I just can't wait until my body stops changing and I grow up." I had to laugh: it never stops changing, and once it does, it is death. We cooked A LOT. BBQ lamb, ribs, sweetbreads, gizzards and hearts, grilled veggies, Ahi poke. Now I need to go for a hike or three this week. It was cool to socialize with some nice people. I got to take the puppy (who is 8 years old) to the dog park yesterday. He played and played. It was fun to see him be so active. It just takes the right dog to play with. I think a lesson can be learned here. I was reading a few of my past blogs...sometimes I don't write what I mean to write. It does not come out correctly. Sometimes that is why a blog or two might disappear. Revisionist history. And sometimes history is not in the making when I think it is. At this moment, I am very happy with life. I am trying my best to do what I tell clients to do: live in the moment, have fewer expectations of those around you, control that which you can only control, let go of the rest, love fully, laugh heartily. There are moments I get caught up in the future. There are times I need to think of the future so I don't make mistakes today that will cost me dearly. Then there are other times that living for today is the best way to go. Who knows what might happen tomorrow. I started the weekend by visiting some ancestors. I think of how they died, how they lived. As I put flowers at the graves, I talk to them, I listen for whatever lessons I might need to learn. Sometimes they have a lot to say, other times they have nothing to say. On Friday, I got a message loud and clear. Now I need to decide what I will do with the message. I am not certain but I do know, I lived part of it this weekend. The fates allowed me to live part of it...how strange is that? Perhaps the ancestors work out things on levels *I* don't even understand. Which brings me to my grandfather. I have been thinking of him a lot. He was this quiet man for the most part. Holding his emotions close to him. Yet, we knew he loved his family and his wife. He lived for 96 years. His last day of living before he started dying was one of celebration. The dems were winning the election, and grandma and grandpa were celebrating with cheap sparkling wine and a fire. He got up to put a log on the fire and had a stroke. The two of them laid together until morning when they called my parents. It was the beginning of the end. After that many decisions had to be made. It was hard to watch him die, but it was also a lesson for me. The first one of having to give my opinions as to what I thought. I had to be the one to allow him to die, to encourage others to let him die. It was what he wanted, it is what he told me with his eyes, and his touch. He still talks to me at times, although not the other day on my ancestor visits. I miss him...and realize how quickly this life goes. He was lucky he got 96 good years. I am hoping for 96 years. I hope that when it comes time, I join (or are later joined) by who I love. I know this sounds hokey and perhaps it is because I am getting older, getting closer to the foot being in the grave than me coming out of the womb, but it is something that I want. I guess that is the part religion provides: the comfort of not being alone in death. OK the end of random thoughts. I now must get ready and get some stuff done.

Men

TheresaS — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 19:55:10 GMT

I like men with distinctive noses. I like men who are good at communicating. I want a man who can take care of me sexually. I like men that like oral sex, both directions! I like men who are able to look at their issues and move forward and grow. I want a man who wants to travel, at least once or twice a year (not counting weekends in SF). I like men that groom nicely. I like men that know how to wear a bra and panties and silky stuff, sometimes. I want a man who will love me the way I am, and the way I will become. I like men that have plans for their future and are taking steps to get there. I like men who do more than just watch TV and play video games. I want a man who can cook for me sometimes. I like men who are funny. I like men who can cry when it is time to cry. I want a man who is bold and daring, but not while driving with me in the car. I like men who are respectful. I like men who know how to treat a lady. I want a man who will go with me on this journey of life and living. I like men who have handsome, long fingers. I like men who are comfortable with themselves and who they are. I want a man who will be there even in the rough times and who will celebrate the great times. I like men who have a nice yard, with rose bushes. I like men who know how to do hard work around the house. I want a man who will garden, design a house with me and enjoy the fruits of our labour together.

Today was the day...

TheresaS — Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:37:55 GMT

my daughter's car accident got to me. Weeone was with her father's babysitter last Monday and was rear-ended. I missed her phone call because I was treating myself to a massage. As soon as I saw she called I called her back. I am glad I got her on the phone. Her older sister was already on her way to Weeone. Bigone took Weeone to the emergency room because Wee was in pain. I met them and their father there. 6 hours, an x-ray and a CT scan later a sore Wee got to go home with her father. Big and I went home. The next day was taking her to the chiropractor where the chiro said she has whiplash. You can actually see the pushed forward vertebrae, #5 in the next. All week long was helping her take care of herself. I gave her lots of icepacks, and ibuprofen. At night, she took something stronger as she was in a lot of pain. It was hard to see her in pain because she usually deals with pain well and is a normally very happy person. A couple of days on narcotics and I could see the depression setting in. She decided she did not like the way they made her feel and opted for benadryl to help her sleep. She missed the whole week of school. I missed hours working because I was not going to leave her alone. When I could leave her with grandma (who pulled out her back the same day) I was able to do a bit of work. This weekend I took her with me to my cleaning job, took her to The Cheese Factory and then out to fondue. It was such a nice weekend. She got to lay by the pool and float a bit in the water. Still in pain, but at least feeling better. So today, after I took her to school, and answered all of the mothers' questions, I went home to clean up my house. I went through a pile that had been sitting there since I moved in 14 months ago. I found her first outfit she wore that her sister bought her. It was tiny. At that moment, I allowed myself a long cry. I was scared...and VERY thankful it was not worse. All these years of loving her, taking care of her, having her in my life and to think, in a moment everything could have changed. And then my body felt like it was slammed against the wall. I realized I was no longer having to be caretaker and I could let go of the tension I was holding. This is why I have been quiet on tribe this past week. As I end this, I want to express how thankful I am that it really was just a small car accident. I am thankful that I will opt for being broke and being able to take care of my children over having all the trappings that I use to have. I am thankful I am a mother.

Someone thinks I clean good!

TheresaS — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 05:08:20 GMT

http://sanfrancisco.tribe.net/recommendation/House-Cleaning-By-Theresa/san-francisco-ca/3c4b7715-e8ef-4798-bed1-82647c460b10

The perfect egg dish (at least for last weekend)

TheresaS — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 06:34:06 GMT

Make a salsa out of tomatoes, avocado, roasted jalepenos, onion, tons of cilantro, garlic salt and pepper. Butter a baking dish generously. Put four corn tortillas on the bottom, brush with more butter. Cover with a layer of salsa. Take 9 eggs, 1t of salt, 1/2 cup of half and half and beat together. Pour half over. Layer 4 more tortillas, more butter, another layer of salsa and the rest of the egg mixture. Put into a 350 oven until it is done (about 45 minutes but everyone likes their eggs differently, so until it is done to your taste). This was so yummy. The corn tortillas added a great flavor, got nice and soft. Add with it a side of carnitas and a salad and you have heaven. No, don't go to the mercado and buy carnitas already made. Take pork, fresh orange juice, salt, pepper and garlic powder and toss togther. Make certain it is not too wet. Let sit. Take a bunch of lard, heat it up, pop in the pork and cook it till really done and crispy. I now want to go make carnitas and home made tortillas.