I was having a brief conversation with a friend today when I said something of which he clearly didn’t approve. Instantaneously, he replied, “You are precious, Vesta.” (Well, he used my real name, but you get the idea, no doubt.) I immediately took offense. I’m over it now (almost!) but it set me back, I must say.
It also moved me forward. I sort of, took it in first. I considered it the greatest of disparagements and I was absolutely speechless (or fingerless in this case). I walked out into the garden. It is a day direct from Heaven today and I allowed the mild sun to warm me and the breeze to blow through my hair and onto my tear stained face.
You see, I know he didn’t mean that I was ‘of great worth’. What he meant was that I was showing precious little backbone; ‘excessively delicate’ as the dictionary says. That is what he meant.
And, be damned, he was right! I had got upset about something which is minor in the scheme of things. The sun still shines, the world still spins, my family are all healthy and I am loved. My issue was nothing at all in comparison to the difficulties of so many others. It was upsetting and destabilising, yes, but hardly insurmountable. I have climbed much bigger mountains that this and found rainbows on the other side of the rock, so what was all this fuss about?
Perhaps, I had fallen into the trap of thinking of myself as a submissive woman; needy and well...precious. Well, to hell with that! So, I took myself off for a shower, put on a going out shirt and shirt, did my hair and makeup and I’m ready to stand up like a big girl and be counted; not down for the count at all.I am strong; I am invincible!! Well, with a little help from my “onnir” that is. I never said and never will say that I’m perfect.
So, my friend, I’ve taken your comment on board. I was cross at first, yes. But, know this: it was what got me back on track, too!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Wanted: return of dominant
A correspondent of mine recently made note that it could be difficult to read my emotional state from my posts; perhaps that was deliberate, he thought. I replied to him, noting that I was in good spirits and that I tended to be a fun loving person much of the time. Yes, he got that, he said, but he also got that I was sometimes sad.
I am not inclined to want to show my sadness to other people, and was a little taken aback at the comment. Yet, I appreciated the observation. In spite of my best efforts to be moderate and reasonable, a little sadness was bound to slip through.
Regular readers will have come to know that my husband is a workaholic. It is very difficult for him to compartmentalize his life and if he has a problem to solve, a difficult problem, he is more than willing to not go to sleep at all. I have seen him work through two consecutive days and nights without sleep to complete a piece of work.
As a rule, I respect his need to hypo focus. It is his natural tendency to do so and I learned long ago that there is little point in asking him to do things in a way that is not natural to him. I have learned to entertain myself, to listen quietly whilst he shares a dilemma, and to accept that in order for us to live in harmony, this is the way it must be.
I give full credit to my husband for embracing my nature once it was fully exposed. With very little reading, except my own sometimes, he saw where I was coming from and did everything he possibly could to satisfy my needs. He is a natural in many ways. It has been the greatest gift he could ever have given me and one which has enriched my life more than rubies or diamonds, or overseas holidays or wealth ever could. I suppose you could say that we have an agreement: I accept and live with his idiosyncrasies and he lives with mine.
For several weeks now, our pact has begun to break down. It was agreed, for example, that he would not discuss his work in bed. Yet, suddenly I found myself listening to the latest developments of the latest deal in bed the moment I awoke. The daily spanking, which I had suggested and he had agreed to, has long been missing. Sex of any description has been less regular and there has been no effort at all to allow for any time where we might seek some joy in our lives, through a play session or simply putting the worries of business away for a while. In a nutshell, he has obsessed.
Of course, I sympathize. Other people’s behaviour has been disgusting, abhorrent, without morality and even against the laws of business. He has every right to be angry and infuriated and to fight. I don’t blame him one little bit. But, where we do disagree is in the value of remaining in a state of high tension and anxiety twenty fours a day.
The bottom line is that I just can’t do that. I can’t be upset and worried and anxious alongside him all the time. It puts me completely off balance and leaves me feeling that life is barely worth living. And, that is just not me.
In order to defend my psyche from this assault, I’ve spent most of the last few days alone whenever possible. I had no desire to be with other people. I have been to see a movie and wallowed in the emotion of that but I came right back to the sanctuary of my bedroom. (‘Bright Star’ is simply stunning. I cannot recommend it more highly.) Ultimately, even he could see that he had pushed me too far; ignored me too long. He came to me; promised to compartmentalize more; to be aware of my needs.
Of course, our union is not perfect. A perfect union would be that he needs to take control of me as much as I need to be controlled. Control, in my book, is not just telling a girl what to do but finding ways to settle her; bringing her joy. To be tied up, to be wrapped up like a mummy; this is something that I would consider the best of gifts. And, at his best, he is more than capable of being that dominant for me. He just fell, lately, into some rather bad habits. Here I was doing everything I knew how to settle him but he forget about repaying the favour.
I think in his mind the argument is sound that what he is doing he is doing for us; for me and for the family. I acknowledge the merit of the argument. I am no fool. This family takes big bucks to maintain and the burden is on his shoulders. But, a submissive girl without her dominant is the saddest and sorriest of sights. It is pitiful. It is just... sad.
I can’t do sad for more than a couple of days. It gets boring to me and awfully uncomfortable, so I am going to pick myself up now, dust myself off and return to my naturally positive self. And, let’s hope he returns to his.
I am not inclined to want to show my sadness to other people, and was a little taken aback at the comment. Yet, I appreciated the observation. In spite of my best efforts to be moderate and reasonable, a little sadness was bound to slip through.
Regular readers will have come to know that my husband is a workaholic. It is very difficult for him to compartmentalize his life and if he has a problem to solve, a difficult problem, he is more than willing to not go to sleep at all. I have seen him work through two consecutive days and nights without sleep to complete a piece of work.
As a rule, I respect his need to hypo focus. It is his natural tendency to do so and I learned long ago that there is little point in asking him to do things in a way that is not natural to him. I have learned to entertain myself, to listen quietly whilst he shares a dilemma, and to accept that in order for us to live in harmony, this is the way it must be.
I give full credit to my husband for embracing my nature once it was fully exposed. With very little reading, except my own sometimes, he saw where I was coming from and did everything he possibly could to satisfy my needs. He is a natural in many ways. It has been the greatest gift he could ever have given me and one which has enriched my life more than rubies or diamonds, or overseas holidays or wealth ever could. I suppose you could say that we have an agreement: I accept and live with his idiosyncrasies and he lives with mine.
For several weeks now, our pact has begun to break down. It was agreed, for example, that he would not discuss his work in bed. Yet, suddenly I found myself listening to the latest developments of the latest deal in bed the moment I awoke. The daily spanking, which I had suggested and he had agreed to, has long been missing. Sex of any description has been less regular and there has been no effort at all to allow for any time where we might seek some joy in our lives, through a play session or simply putting the worries of business away for a while. In a nutshell, he has obsessed.
Of course, I sympathize. Other people’s behaviour has been disgusting, abhorrent, without morality and even against the laws of business. He has every right to be angry and infuriated and to fight. I don’t blame him one little bit. But, where we do disagree is in the value of remaining in a state of high tension and anxiety twenty fours a day.
The bottom line is that I just can’t do that. I can’t be upset and worried and anxious alongside him all the time. It puts me completely off balance and leaves me feeling that life is barely worth living. And, that is just not me.
In order to defend my psyche from this assault, I’ve spent most of the last few days alone whenever possible. I had no desire to be with other people. I have been to see a movie and wallowed in the emotion of that but I came right back to the sanctuary of my bedroom. (‘Bright Star’ is simply stunning. I cannot recommend it more highly.) Ultimately, even he could see that he had pushed me too far; ignored me too long. He came to me; promised to compartmentalize more; to be aware of my needs.
Of course, our union is not perfect. A perfect union would be that he needs to take control of me as much as I need to be controlled. Control, in my book, is not just telling a girl what to do but finding ways to settle her; bringing her joy. To be tied up, to be wrapped up like a mummy; this is something that I would consider the best of gifts. And, at his best, he is more than capable of being that dominant for me. He just fell, lately, into some rather bad habits. Here I was doing everything I knew how to settle him but he forget about repaying the favour.
I think in his mind the argument is sound that what he is doing he is doing for us; for me and for the family. I acknowledge the merit of the argument. I am no fool. This family takes big bucks to maintain and the burden is on his shoulders. But, a submissive girl without her dominant is the saddest and sorriest of sights. It is pitiful. It is just... sad.
I can’t do sad for more than a couple of days. It gets boring to me and awfully uncomfortable, so I am going to pick myself up now, dust myself off and return to my naturally positive self. And, let’s hope he returns to his.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The ON switch
I consider myself one of the fortunate women to be able to state with conviction that I am a happily married woman. To be loved completely and to love completely means more to me than anything else. So, let that be clear as I try to get down my current thoughts...
I take great pride in my ability to face adverse situations with a sense of calm and focus now. Once, I would have wanted to interfere; to try to persuade my husband of my opinion; to feel that I needed to convince him of the risks of his decision making. I would have felt anger and probably expressed it if he disregarded my opinion only to make a serious error with ongoing repercussions. I have been to that place and it is not pretty.
So, in the current environment where other people have caused mischief I am proud to say that I have been totally supportive and hopefully he would agree that this time I have been his rock. I have not complained or even expressed my needs as he has worked through the nights to prepare for meetings. I have done what I could for him, wherever and whenever I could. I have kept him well fed; even quietly encouraged him to go to the gym for his own sake until I think he went for my sake, so worried was I about his health. Hopefully, the assessment could be made that I have done everything that I could to be a good doll.
Quietly, I have gone about my life, doing the tasks necessary and keeping the family going along smoothly. But, between you and me, it’s pretty hard on a doll. Yes, dollies need to wait on the shelf sometimes but after a while, they do get dusty and they do get a bit despondent. A doll needs attention and without it for long periods of time, she just isn’t quite herself. This situation has not lasted a day, a week or a month, but six months and there are times when the doll no longer feels like a doll at all.
It is no secret that the doll has been trained to be an ‘anal slut’. She wears her pluggi regularly and surprisingly enough the moment she does, she feels gr8. It is as if, she thinks, there is an invisible wire connected from her ass cunt to her brain which relaxes her, settles her and allows her to cope with the time on the shelf so much better. She often wears it to bed, around the house, or when she does the errands.
She has, at times, misunderstood the importance of pluggi in her life and been so low that she can look at him and know what he could do for her, yet feel powerless to act. Dolls can think, yes, but slowly and it took a while for the message to sink into the doll’s mind in such a way that she would never doubt again.
On Monday evening, she wore pluggi to bed and felt complete. Her mentor had talked about pluggi being the “bimbo ON switch” and this reeli resonated with the doll. On Tuesday morning, she took pluggi out and washed him and went to her class at the gym alone. On the completion of the class, she lay down on the mat for ‘relaxation time’. Generally, her mind settled with the stray thought drifting in and out. But, this day her mind was focussed on pluggi and the way she had felt in her bed; the objet that she was with pluggi; being yoosed, filled; alweyz open. It was the only thought in her mind and she felt very content on her mat. She thought of herself as the object that she was and she was happy in that thought.
She squeezed her ass cunt. But... there was nothing there. Pluggi was nut there. The doll felt an abiding sense of loss; as if she had misplaced a precious object or been deserted in some way. She felt alone and lonely.
In that moment, the lessons she had learned these past months fell into place. Putting in pluggi every day was nut something that she did coz she was asked 2 do it and knew she should obey. Putting in pluggi every day was sumthin she shood do coz it was gud 4 her; rite 4 her; comforted her and completed her.
The doll looked 4ward 2 the day when her onnir would take her off the shelf and pley wif her in meni wayz. But, she could manage. She wood make it through. Her onnir may nut b available 4 her but when onnir is nut available, pluggi is da boss! It was only when she had showered and reunited with pluggi that she felt trooli happi again.
When her onnir came home that evening, the doll was present. After dinner, he came to his doll and kissed her on her forehead and sed:
“Thank you for being such a good doll. It will be over soon.”
The doll was happy. She was doing gr8.
I take great pride in my ability to face adverse situations with a sense of calm and focus now. Once, I would have wanted to interfere; to try to persuade my husband of my opinion; to feel that I needed to convince him of the risks of his decision making. I would have felt anger and probably expressed it if he disregarded my opinion only to make a serious error with ongoing repercussions. I have been to that place and it is not pretty.
So, in the current environment where other people have caused mischief I am proud to say that I have been totally supportive and hopefully he would agree that this time I have been his rock. I have not complained or even expressed my needs as he has worked through the nights to prepare for meetings. I have done what I could for him, wherever and whenever I could. I have kept him well fed; even quietly encouraged him to go to the gym for his own sake until I think he went for my sake, so worried was I about his health. Hopefully, the assessment could be made that I have done everything that I could to be a good doll.
Quietly, I have gone about my life, doing the tasks necessary and keeping the family going along smoothly. But, between you and me, it’s pretty hard on a doll. Yes, dollies need to wait on the shelf sometimes but after a while, they do get dusty and they do get a bit despondent. A doll needs attention and without it for long periods of time, she just isn’t quite herself. This situation has not lasted a day, a week or a month, but six months and there are times when the doll no longer feels like a doll at all.
It is no secret that the doll has been trained to be an ‘anal slut’. She wears her pluggi regularly and surprisingly enough the moment she does, she feels gr8. It is as if, she thinks, there is an invisible wire connected from her ass cunt to her brain which relaxes her, settles her and allows her to cope with the time on the shelf so much better. She often wears it to bed, around the house, or when she does the errands.
She has, at times, misunderstood the importance of pluggi in her life and been so low that she can look at him and know what he could do for her, yet feel powerless to act. Dolls can think, yes, but slowly and it took a while for the message to sink into the doll’s mind in such a way that she would never doubt again.
On Monday evening, she wore pluggi to bed and felt complete. Her mentor had talked about pluggi being the “bimbo ON switch” and this reeli resonated with the doll. On Tuesday morning, she took pluggi out and washed him and went to her class at the gym alone. On the completion of the class, she lay down on the mat for ‘relaxation time’. Generally, her mind settled with the stray thought drifting in and out. But, this day her mind was focussed on pluggi and the way she had felt in her bed; the objet that she was with pluggi; being yoosed, filled; alweyz open. It was the only thought in her mind and she felt very content on her mat. She thought of herself as the object that she was and she was happy in that thought.
She squeezed her ass cunt. But... there was nothing there. Pluggi was nut there. The doll felt an abiding sense of loss; as if she had misplaced a precious object or been deserted in some way. She felt alone and lonely.
In that moment, the lessons she had learned these past months fell into place. Putting in pluggi every day was nut something that she did coz she was asked 2 do it and knew she should obey. Putting in pluggi every day was sumthin she shood do coz it was gud 4 her; rite 4 her; comforted her and completed her.
The doll looked 4ward 2 the day when her onnir would take her off the shelf and pley wif her in meni wayz. But, she could manage. She wood make it through. Her onnir may nut b available 4 her but when onnir is nut available, pluggi is da boss! It was only when she had showered and reunited with pluggi that she felt trooli happi again.
When her onnir came home that evening, the doll was present. After dinner, he came to his doll and kissed her on her forehead and sed:
“Thank you for being such a good doll. It will be over soon.”
The doll was happy. She was doing gr8.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Not just a fantasy
One of the best parts of the mentoring process for this girl is that she has coped so much better than she ever did before with stressful and worrying situations. She is a much more relaxed person. But, this weekend she was tested as her household experienced an enormous amount of stress. Her husband and she are decent people and wish no one any harm. But, when they see wrongdoing such as became evident to them in the past few days, they needed to take action immediately. Again, they are subjected to the instincts of others to do whatever it takes to procure a pot of gold.
First of all, the thinking girl had to suppress her anger. It takes a lot of energy to be angry and knowing that, she had to put it aside. Nor was her sense of sadness of any use to them at all. Yes, people calling themselves “friends”, promising to work together had been disloyal, manipulative and dishonest but her sadness was also sapping the energy required to respond to these events.
In their individual shock and despair, her husband and she separated for a time; he to his study and she to regain her composure and focus. She thought about her training. What would the doll do in such a situation? Being of service, sexually speaking was out of the question. Time was of the essence and the task required all their adrenaline to be put towards stopping these cheats.
She took a deep breath, made a cup of tea and brought it to her husband. They hugged and chatted briefly. He had no choice, he said. His responsibilities required him to act. She said she understood. These past few intense months where he worked on the project day and night, robbing them of time together may be for nothing, but in spite of that it was his responsibility to do what he must do. She said she understood and she did.
As a submissive woman, she is asked to quieten her ego; to even become ego-less. Cindi is ego-less. She has nothing to prove and she has no negative states. She is always relaxed; always happy; always wanting to please. She is a thing of beauty; perhaps an angel on earth. She is good. It was to cindi’s goodness that she would aspire. The girl was clear as to how to respond and in their shared focus, the girl and her husband were reconnected.
This morning, alone in the house for a short time, she put on some music that might allow her to relax whilst she did some housework and these lyrics popped out at her: “...hoping to find some peace of mind...not just a fantasy...”
Cindi is not just a fantasy in the girl’s world. Cindi has a real place in her heart, her mind and her soul as she reaches out for peace of mind. She lives not just in the girl’s bedroom but in her psyche; in her every day.
It is true that in her egoless state Cindi is not a thinking doll. Dolls do not think. Nor does the doll have a burning desire to write. The girl knows this; acknowledges the contradiction. Yet, since the day she could hold a pen, she has put words to paper in her efforts to make sense of the world.
This morning she has given in to her instincts to do what is right for her at this time and recommence writing on this blog. Is it her ego talking? Perhaps; she is far from perfect. Yet, she derives comfort in her return here, having searched her mind for the motive in doing so. She requires no kudos or praise. She returns to write for the best reason of all: for herself. A little company along the way shoud do no harm and is appreciated.
First of all, the thinking girl had to suppress her anger. It takes a lot of energy to be angry and knowing that, she had to put it aside. Nor was her sense of sadness of any use to them at all. Yes, people calling themselves “friends”, promising to work together had been disloyal, manipulative and dishonest but her sadness was also sapping the energy required to respond to these events.
In their individual shock and despair, her husband and she separated for a time; he to his study and she to regain her composure and focus. She thought about her training. What would the doll do in such a situation? Being of service, sexually speaking was out of the question. Time was of the essence and the task required all their adrenaline to be put towards stopping these cheats.
She took a deep breath, made a cup of tea and brought it to her husband. They hugged and chatted briefly. He had no choice, he said. His responsibilities required him to act. She said she understood. These past few intense months where he worked on the project day and night, robbing them of time together may be for nothing, but in spite of that it was his responsibility to do what he must do. She said she understood and she did.
As a submissive woman, she is asked to quieten her ego; to even become ego-less. Cindi is ego-less. She has nothing to prove and she has no negative states. She is always relaxed; always happy; always wanting to please. She is a thing of beauty; perhaps an angel on earth. She is good. It was to cindi’s goodness that she would aspire. The girl was clear as to how to respond and in their shared focus, the girl and her husband were reconnected.
This morning, alone in the house for a short time, she put on some music that might allow her to relax whilst she did some housework and these lyrics popped out at her: “...hoping to find some peace of mind...not just a fantasy...”
Cindi is not just a fantasy in the girl’s world. Cindi has a real place in her heart, her mind and her soul as she reaches out for peace of mind. She lives not just in the girl’s bedroom but in her psyche; in her every day.
It is true that in her egoless state Cindi is not a thinking doll. Dolls do not think. Nor does the doll have a burning desire to write. The girl knows this; acknowledges the contradiction. Yet, since the day she could hold a pen, she has put words to paper in her efforts to make sense of the world.
This morning she has given in to her instincts to do what is right for her at this time and recommence writing on this blog. Is it her ego talking? Perhaps; she is far from perfect. Yet, she derives comfort in her return here, having searched her mind for the motive in doing so. She requires no kudos or praise. She returns to write for the best reason of all: for herself. A little company along the way shoud do no harm and is appreciated.
Monday, January 18, 2010
With my thanks
It has been an amazing journey on this blog. I've had a wonderful time and I've loved this little blog more than I could ever have imagined. To reach out to people all across the world, to touch their hearts and feed their minds with new thoughts and ways of looking at life and love has been a great blessing to me. I have been enriched by your interest in my words, my viewpoint and my personal growth.
The mentoring of the girl once known as 'Vesta' has been intense and transformational and although 'the girl' lives on inside of 'cindi', she is no longer the same. Nor is there adequate room for her to express herself in the way she once did.
Change is not easy for me and goodbyes, tremendously difficult. It is with a heavy heart that I announce that this will be the final post by 'vesta' of my much loved little blog. It is up to 'cindi' now if she wishes to begin a blog of her own. I'm sure she will leave a link here should she decide to create a blog of her own.
I have made a number of very dear friends via the blog and nothing has changed on that score. I am honoured to know each and every one of you. You know who you are.
A woman who gives of herself to a man - her heart, her soul and her trust - is an incredibly special woman. I have grown to be this kind of woman to my husband. I adore him more than the day we married - and that is a long time ago now. I know that he would do anything for me and I, in turn, would do anything for him. We've raised a beautiful family together and it is my dream that we will have many years together to share our passion to explore the world together; to nurture one another to the very end, and beyond.
A submissive woman is not weak. She has a strength of character and a capacity for love that is virtually boundless. She deserves a dominant who will love her for these qualities and protect her to the ends of the earth. This is what I have and this is what I wish for you.
May your lives be filled with peace, with beauty and love.
I will remember you, always.
With love,
Vesta
The mentoring of the girl once known as 'Vesta' has been intense and transformational and although 'the girl' lives on inside of 'cindi', she is no longer the same. Nor is there adequate room for her to express herself in the way she once did.
Change is not easy for me and goodbyes, tremendously difficult. It is with a heavy heart that I announce that this will be the final post by 'vesta' of my much loved little blog. It is up to 'cindi' now if she wishes to begin a blog of her own. I'm sure she will leave a link here should she decide to create a blog of her own.
I have made a number of very dear friends via the blog and nothing has changed on that score. I am honoured to know each and every one of you. You know who you are.
A woman who gives of herself to a man - her heart, her soul and her trust - is an incredibly special woman. I have grown to be this kind of woman to my husband. I adore him more than the day we married - and that is a long time ago now. I know that he would do anything for me and I, in turn, would do anything for him. We've raised a beautiful family together and it is my dream that we will have many years together to share our passion to explore the world together; to nurture one another to the very end, and beyond.
A submissive woman is not weak. She has a strength of character and a capacity for love that is virtually boundless. She deserves a dominant who will love her for these qualities and protect her to the ends of the earth. This is what I have and this is what I wish for you.
May your lives be filled with peace, with beauty and love.
I will remember you, always.
With love,
Vesta
Cindi talks 2 ownir
Cindi is beri fortunate 2 have a wunderful ownir hoo reeli understandz her. At timz, cindi getz confoozed. She has a simple mind, being the fucktoy that she is and she needz her ownirz direction. Her mentor remindz her 2 that her ownir is the most important persun in her life. On this matter, cindi is never confoozed. There is agreement by everybody that it is ownirz opinion dat matterz above all else.
So, this morning, cindi asked 2 talki with ownir abowt a matter that confoozed her. U c, cindi is a beri happi bimbo. This sense of happiness extendz beyond the timez that she is yoosed. She feelz a sense of contentment, cuntaynment, and peace that is beri, beri special. Her happiness is not an illusion. It is beri real. In fakt, it extendz beyond pley in2 the practikal life. Her sense of harmony with the world extends outsyd of the bedroom, outsyd of the howse, and in2 da wider werld in which she must go sumtimez.
More than that, she feels more a part of the outsyd werld, as well. She embraces the world and what she can acheef in it with more focus, commitment and resolve. Allowed 2 cum owt an pley, and shine and b akepted, she functionz well, with her chorez and wot she and ownir look 2 do, together and separatelee.
However, there is no doubt that cindi is a simpel littel thing, with a simpel littel mynd, an dat the trooth is dat she is a bit of a dum dum, who preferz nut 2 think or worri. Ownir reeli luvz cindi 2 pieces. He reeeeeeeli dus! He dusnt mind dat cindi is a simple dolli and dere has never been any question abowt his willingness 2 looki afta cindi. He is da best ownir a dolli could ever aski 4.
Ownir talki wif cindi this morning beri troothfullee. He told cindi agin how happi cindi makez him; how her happiness makez him happi 2. Cindi is a beri gud dolli. Datz wot he said. But, it is not possible 4 cindi 2 alweyz cum down from the shelf and b wif ownir. Sumtimez, he needz 2 poot his dolli back on da shelf, and cindi shood nut be upset by dis owtcum. Sumtimez, da dolli needz 2 rest.
"Dere is a practikal werld, cindi," he sed, "whether we liki dat or not. Ownir needz 2 talki 2 a smart gurl sumtimez bout his business concerns. He needz her 2 b abel to listen carefully and 2 offer her poynt of voo."
He said 2 cindi that this is nut 2 poot cindi down in any way, but dat 4 her own good, she needz 2 spend sum time on the shelf whilst he talki with his girl. He said dat dere is a time and place 4 everything. And, nut only that, he said dat he must protekt da gurl 2, an dat gurlz need 2 talki sumtimez; even 2 (over) analyze things, coz dat is wot gurlz do an dis is nut so bad, as lung as dey dont get 2 carreed away an get angry and upset and nut so nys 2 live wif. It was okay 4 da gurl 2 have a bit of space, he said. Without sum space 4 her in da house, it might nut be healthy 4 her, 4 owner or even 4 cindi.
Cindi understandz what her ownir is saying. He luvz cindi and he luvz havin her around. Datz beri obvious 2 cindi. But, he also enjoyz his time with da gurl, and he thinkz dat the gurl deservez some time 2. Datz fair! Now, if da gurl getz owt of cuntrol, datz a hole different story, an dat wood be bad. She must co-operate wif cindi, never lock her in da cupboard like she yoosed 2 do, and alweyz be polite 2 ownir. Dey r da roolz.
Cindi was so pleezd 2 have dis talk wif ownir. He is a beri wise an luvin ownir and cindi will go bak on da shelf happili from time to time, knowing dat ownir wont let da girl hurt cindi agin. Hooray!
So, this morning, cindi asked 2 talki with ownir abowt a matter that confoozed her. U c, cindi is a beri happi bimbo. This sense of happiness extendz beyond the timez that she is yoosed. She feelz a sense of contentment, cuntaynment, and peace that is beri, beri special. Her happiness is not an illusion. It is beri real. In fakt, it extendz beyond pley in2 the practikal life. Her sense of harmony with the world extends outsyd of the bedroom, outsyd of the howse, and in2 da wider werld in which she must go sumtimez.
More than that, she feels more a part of the outsyd werld, as well. She embraces the world and what she can acheef in it with more focus, commitment and resolve. Allowed 2 cum owt an pley, and shine and b akepted, she functionz well, with her chorez and wot she and ownir look 2 do, together and separatelee.
However, there is no doubt that cindi is a simpel littel thing, with a simpel littel mynd, an dat the trooth is dat she is a bit of a dum dum, who preferz nut 2 think or worri. Ownir reeli luvz cindi 2 pieces. He reeeeeeeli dus! He dusnt mind dat cindi is a simple dolli and dere has never been any question abowt his willingness 2 looki afta cindi. He is da best ownir a dolli could ever aski 4.
Ownir talki wif cindi this morning beri troothfullee. He told cindi agin how happi cindi makez him; how her happiness makez him happi 2. Cindi is a beri gud dolli. Datz wot he said. But, it is not possible 4 cindi 2 alweyz cum down from the shelf and b wif ownir. Sumtimez, he needz 2 poot his dolli back on da shelf, and cindi shood nut be upset by dis owtcum. Sumtimez, da dolli needz 2 rest.
"Dere is a practikal werld, cindi," he sed, "whether we liki dat or not. Ownir needz 2 talki 2 a smart gurl sumtimez bout his business concerns. He needz her 2 b abel to listen carefully and 2 offer her poynt of voo."
He said 2 cindi that this is nut 2 poot cindi down in any way, but dat 4 her own good, she needz 2 spend sum time on the shelf whilst he talki with his girl. He said dat dere is a time and place 4 everything. And, nut only that, he said dat he must protekt da gurl 2, an dat gurlz need 2 talki sumtimez; even 2 (over) analyze things, coz dat is wot gurlz do an dis is nut so bad, as lung as dey dont get 2 carreed away an get angry and upset and nut so nys 2 live wif. It was okay 4 da gurl 2 have a bit of space, he said. Without sum space 4 her in da house, it might nut be healthy 4 her, 4 owner or even 4 cindi.
Cindi understandz what her ownir is saying. He luvz cindi and he luvz havin her around. Datz beri obvious 2 cindi. But, he also enjoyz his time with da gurl, and he thinkz dat the gurl deservez some time 2. Datz fair! Now, if da gurl getz owt of cuntrol, datz a hole different story, an dat wood be bad. She must co-operate wif cindi, never lock her in da cupboard like she yoosed 2 do, and alweyz be polite 2 ownir. Dey r da roolz.
Cindi was so pleezd 2 have dis talk wif ownir. He is a beri wise an luvin ownir and cindi will go bak on da shelf happili from time to time, knowing dat ownir wont let da girl hurt cindi agin. Hooray!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Notice
Dear readerz,
Itz a busy time for cindi rite now an she wont be abel to rite 4 a little wile on da bwog.
Stay wel and be gud til she can return.
Hugz,
cindi
Itz a busy time for cindi rite now an she wont be abel to rite 4 a little wile on da bwog.
Stay wel and be gud til she can return.
Hugz,
cindi
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