Everyday Jade

All the miscellaney…

R is for Ride

I know, I know, I missed my #AtoZBloggingChallenge post yesterday. I also missed my #30DayOrgasmFun post (and the doing of.) AND I missed some other things that I do daily for V. All of which have engendered consequences. BUT… I have a good excuse! I am here in Las Vegas in a houseful of people. My dear friend Busty McGee is getting married, and we are having a week-long party. So yesterday was spent ferrying people and things back and forth to get ready for the reception (we’re the only ones that rented a car. It was a deliberate decision: I knew that there was going to be a need for someone to have a vehicle, and also Ad and I have three days here on our own, during which we are going to Death Valley, Red Rocks and Zion National Park. So a car was a necessity.) Anyway… Vegas isRead more …

O is for Outage

Apr 17, 2018 | Posted by in A-Z Blogging Challenge, Everyday Jade | 0

As in electricity. Yeah, our electric is out, because Adam, who is in charge of the utilities, missed seeing the bill, as  didn’t pay it. Apparently he also missed the several notices they send, threatening such, because tonight? We’re in candlelight. Which would be romantic if I wasn’t so pissed. O was supposed to be for Orgasm Reports, so I could share the orgasm game that V and I (and, tangentially, Adam) are playing all #30dayorgasmfun month. But real life got in the way. Sometimes I hesitate to write about the nitty gritty, the mundanity, of my life. I hate to be seen as complaining when I fucking KNOW how good I’ve got it. But hey. Life happens. And in this case, it didn’t happen so great. So. We’re without electricity tonight. We’re making do.    

H is for Hair

Apr 10, 2018 | Posted by in A-Z Blogging Challenge, Everyday Jade | 0

I had this post all written out in my head, all about how I had gotten my hair done and met the coolest hairdresser and how new hair makes me feel sexy and unstoppable, when only the day before I had felt rundown and washed out… but work was crazy busy and I had a busy crazy weekend and never found time to actually put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. So, you get a different kind of hair. I’m actually quite enamored of my little tuft of fluff, there between my legs. And, bonus, it shows off the bruises on my thighs from my date night out with my guys Saturday night!    

E is for Everything

I go from nothing to everything in the blink of an eye. One day I’m not writing at all, not participating in any blogging memes, not even thinking about writing for publication again…the next I’m in a daily writing challenge, mulling over new calls for submission, and writing like a mad woman. I’ve barely exercised for weeks and all of sudden I have joined a yoga studio, have downloaded a daily exercise app, and am looking at a biking challenge. I don’t go to the grocery store or cook at home for weeks, and then I lose myself in the grocery store for two hours, carefully planning out each breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next week two weeks. And oh yes, lest I forget: I have decided to also participate in a daily orgasm meme. Manic much? No, it’s not that. But I do reach a point of saturation,Read more …

D is for Divulge

Apr 4, 2018 | Posted by in A-Z Blogging Challenge, Everyday Jade | 0

How much do you divulge to a new acquaintance? Someone who you have not met thru the usual alternative channels? Except for work and school, with their artificial spheres of friendship and camaraderie, I haven’t made a potential new friend outside those spaces in…I don’t know how long. Today, I did. Well, not exactly today. I’d met her a couple weeks ago. We were both at my Tuesday morning coffee shop, me with my laptop to ostensibly get some programming done before work, she with hers to (I was to learn) do an interview over Slack for a programming job. She saw the program I had up on my screen when she walked behind me to get to her table, and after a moment, asked me what language I was programming in. Being me, I was flustered and promptly forget every programming language out there. I think I may haveRead more …

C is for Catastrophe

I’m going to take author’s license here, and use the Wicked Wednesday prompt word in a decidedly not-anything-that-the-word-means way. But it’s a play on the word (sort of) that works in my world right now, and fulfills both the Wicked Wednesday prompt and today’s A-Z Blogging Challenge letter.  And it’s really not “wicked” in any way, but I’m trying to get back to participating more… So what the hell am I talking about? Well, I’m using the first part of that word, “cat”…and the rest, though it’s not exactly a “catastrophe”, is a bit more than I bargained for when my roommate and I first started feeding her…the cat…the feral cat… Before the roomie and I moved in, we had rented our house to my daughter and her boyfriend for two years, before said boyfriend stated he could no longer live in the city, and they moved out to aRead more …

B is for Breath

Apr 2, 2018 | Posted by in A-Z Blogging Challenge, Everyday Jade | 1

Breath – as in the breath that I am learning to take when I am triggered emotionally, before I respond with fight or flight. Learning that fight or flight isn’t the only option is an ongoing lesson in my world. In the past, any kind of “confrontation” would trigger all kinds of physiological and emotional responses – heart racing, hands shaking, face flushing, brain stopping, anger or anxiety exploding. Classic fight or flight. Which might be necessary in a true fight or flight situation. But for some reason, somewhere in my reptilian brain, any kind of adverse reaction: criticism, a denial, an argument, a change I wasn’t prepared for, as well as legitimate conflict, got classified as “fight or flight” situations, and I reacted – not always in appropriate ways. It’s hard to undo what feels like something hardwired in my brain, but taking that first breath is the firstRead more …

The struggle is real – but it’s not insurmountable

Mar 13, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade, Who Is Pieces of Jade? | 1

I’ve been struggling a bit lately; had a bad week where all I did was sleep (and still wanted more); where I couldn’t manage too much peopling (still limiting that as it really drains the few emotional resources I have); didn’t have an interest in anything: not exercise, not sex, not BDSM play, not writing, not work, not school, not meal planning or cooking, not crochet. Even committing myself to mindless binge-watching was too arduous – I couldn’t manage the thinking that my usual binge-worthy shows required. But little by little, I’m clawing my way out of it. Not all at once, and not with giant leaps, but with careful, considered, baby steps. And I want to congratulate myself for these steps, however small. Because they aren’t always easy to take when all I want is my pillow-and-blanket fort. Sometimes I need a little pat on the back, a littleRead more …

The Ides of March. Also, Sex, Love & Submission.

March is always hard (if always means “since W died”). This one is no exception. Not harder than the others, and perhaps, on the “W died in March and that makes March a goddamned sucky month” front, it’s probably getting…something like easier. But this particular March has been fraught with other angst-inducing phenomena (health issues, relationship issues, family issues), and, to top it off, the weather is gray and drab and weeps misery, so, in some ways, it has been worse. Can’t I deal with only one sucky thing at a time?? I’ve spent pretty much every day dragging my sorry ass out of bed, clocking time at work like a zombie, then crawling back into my blanket-and-pillow fort to sleep 11 or 12 hours a night, before making myself do it again. But okay…after seven days of this bullshit, I decided to get myself out of bed and DORead more …

Days 24 & 25 – Baby Got Back

I missed yesterday’s February Photofest post. I had running around to do, then spent the afternoon with my daughter and mom, teaching Mom how to use the Instapot my dad just got her. Like my mom really needed another kitchen gadget. Name a gadget or one-use kitchen item in the universe, and it’s somewhere in my mom’s kitchen. But it was a pleasant-enough afternoon, if you discount the horrible weather I had drive in, which put me hours behind in my “to-do before I go out to the party with V” list, and posting here was (only) one of the things that got left undone. I’m okay with the sacrifice, though. Every hour I get to spend with my elderly momma is a blessing, to say nothing of getting my daughter all to myself in the car for two hours. All those things that you would tell your younger self in aRead more …