It’s been a challenging week around here. I’m sure you’ve gathered by now that the switch to our own domain has not gone smoothly and as I write this @ 5:37 Wednesday morning, I really don’t know when we’ll be up and running in our new home. Our first attempt took 3 days to get launched and 4 hours for Host Monster  to delete it for indicating there would be ‘adult’ content. We’re into day 4 of trying to get launched with Go Daddy. The issue now is technical and well beyond my understanding. The bottom line is I can’t get Wordpress to install and nobody seems to be able to tell me why or what to do about it. Go Daddy says it’s a Wordpress problem.  Wordpress doesn’t actually have a help line. They have forums…I can read them, but until I actually have a site up I don’t technically exist and can’t ask questions there. One helpful Go Daddy tech suggested I get someone in who can read code or script or whatever the hell it’s called to sort it all out for me. Yeah, maybe I could ask one of my new neighbours.

“Hey, new neighbour…I’m a cross dressing sissy. I write a blog about my sex life and it includes lots of pictures of my wife and I naked…want to help me set up my new domain?”

During my last phone call with Go Daddy, yesterday afternoon, I was assured that in the next 24-48 hours they would install Wordpress for me or at the very least have some sort of solution/resolution. So we shall see. I shudder at the thought of what my phone bill is going to be at the end of the month.

And now the other challenge of the week. I’ve been donating blood for about a year. I go every 8 weeks and this week was my 8th donation. Mini comes with me to keep me company and to get juice and cookies of course. They have a clinic in a big hall every 2nd week and there’s usually lots of people there, but the appointments are all scheduled and we’re usually in and out in 30-40 minutes. Things were not going well on this day and it was 45 minutes before I even got a cot. I had never seen the nurse that was going to suck out my blood before and I hope I never see her again. She couldn’t find a vein to drain. I suppose that happens, (though after 7 successful visits it was a bit surprising), but this women wouldn’t give up. Once she had the needle in for the third time she spent a good 10 minutes moving it around inside my arm trying to hit the sweet spot.

You can’t really tell from this picture, but this bruise is 8 inches long and goes almost all the way around my arm. Oh, and as we were leaving, Mini took a header in the parking lot and tore up his foot, knee and elbow. It was the big joke around here…Mini gave more blood at the clinic then Dad did.

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Have you been thinking maybe you’d like to get a sissy for yourself? Maybe some of your friends have sissies and have been telling you how great they are. Maybe you’ve read the brochures or watched one of the many sissy infomercials on late night television. You’re thinking hmm maybe, but you’re not quite sure.

Well let me tell you there are more advantages to having a sissy then you might have thought. Sure we’ll do pretty much any domestic chores you can think of and sure we’ll lay awake at night thinking of new ways to pamper you and make you happy and sure you can use and abuse us any way you like. Hell, some of us will even pay you for the privilege.

But did you realize that a well trained sissy makes an excellent personal shopper? ♀ bought a blouse last week and when she tried it on at home it didn’t fit. (A well trained sissy won’t ask why you didn’t try it on at the store) She asked me to exchange it for her. Now let me just say, big malls are not my favourite places and I don’t like crowds and I really don’t like Christmas shopping.

But I strive to be a good sissy so I went to the mall with her blouse…oh yeah… and two large french knives that I wanted to get sharpened. The parking lot was full and it was difficult to find a spot. Apparently, nobody told these people about the economic meltdown because the mall was packed. There was Christmas music playing and as I walked past the line of whinning children waiting to see Santa while swinging my bag of large knives, a lyric from a Pink Floyd song popped into my head. I bet you didn’t know that One of these days I’m going to cut you into little pieces meshes perfectly with the music to O come all ye faithful. It certainly amused the hell out of me.

I dropped the knives off and went into the Bay to exchange her blouse. They didn’t have that blouse in her size, but I spent some time looking through the racks and found a completely different blouse that I knew she’d like…oh yeah and when she tried it on at home…it fit. I was just getting ready to leave when they announced over the PA system that a jewellery store in the mall had just been held up and they told everyone to stay away from the exits. Just my luck…panic and chaos in a mall crowded with Christmas shoppers and I was unarmed. Drat!

There really wasn’t much panic and chaos where I was so I stayed in the Bay and found six pairs of panty’s for ♀. Seriously,  they were all for her. I didn’t get any for myself. Then I saw  knee socks and I had this great idea that ♀ needed Pippi Longstocking socks. I’m sure ♀ & I had never ever discussed Pippi Longstocking or even knee socks for that matter, but I decided I wanted to get her really bright knee socks. You know what I mean, right? Striped knee socks that scream “here I am”.

The Bay only had soft subtle colours so I ventured out into the mall and went to four other stores looking for Pippi Longstocking socks. Most of the staff I asked had no idea what (or who) I was talking about. A show of hands here…do you know who Pippi Longstocking is?

I was in Sears when the guy from the knife store called my cell to tell me my knives were ready and then they announced that it was safe to leave the mall. I found these socks. They weren’t exactly what I was looking for, but ♀ really liked them.

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So, unpacking and setting up our new home has been way much more fun then packing and sorting and getting ready to move from our old home. As I’ve mentioned before, this is OUR first and even though she’s (almost) fanatically well organised and I am so not organised, we’ve managed to do this with very little frustration.

Most of the pictures are up now and it really is starting to feel like home. There is one notable blank spot in our bedroom though. It’s a place of honour above our headboard and it’s reserved for ♀ <Queynte painting>.  We are so excited about getting it. I emailed <Jackie>and she’s very busy with an upcoming art show and has lots of projects on the go so she won’t even be starting ours until early December. That’s OK, we’ve decided the painting is going to be our Christmas present to each other and since I really don’t like Christmas shopping that works for me.

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We treated ourselves to a pedicure at < Spa Utopia>this week and it was loverly. I’ve decided I would rather pay a little more to go to a spa like that and get the royal treatment 2 or 3 times a year then to go to a salon in a mall 5 or 6 times a year. You know what was cool about it? The woman who did ♀ raved about how well kept her feet were. ♀ told her it was all my doing. Is it OK for a sissy to feel proud?

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Speaking of feeling proud, the lovely and talented Ms Angela of <Zen Fetish> fame had some super nice things to say about yours truly. She’s mentioned me before on her blog, but wow! To have comments like that made by someone who I admire is…well…it just made me feel all…shucks…Thank you Ms Angela and if ♀ wasn’t so good at whispering sweet filth into my ear, I would so have you on speed dial!

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A couple of keen-eyed commenter’s noticed the goblet ♀ was holding in last weeks<HNT> picture. ♀ was thrilled you noticed it. We bought a pair of them (they’re hand-made) from a little shop in Nelson, BC this past summer during our road trip and kept them wrapped up to use for a toast to our new home. They lost their virginity the night this picture was taken. I thought you might like to see a better picture of them.

Did you notice they make a very nice pair, but they are not identical? Kinda like us.

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Hey, did you miss us?

You’ll need to read <this post> to learn all the sordid detail surrounding this week’s HNT picture…

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So, we’re all packed and ready to go. We take possession of our new condo November 1. I’m really looking forward to it…it’s the first place we’ve bought together. ♀ has always made me feel welcome, but we picked this out together and it’s just for us.  Well, it’s possible that 12 year old Mini might want to move in at some point, but still it’s ours and it’s special…you know?

 I think moving day will be emotional for her. She bought this place for her and Junior and we’ve been so busy with sorting and packing she hasn’t had time to dwell on leaving and Junior moving. She knows it was time for him to move, but I think it’s different for moms.

He took all our living room furniture and all our pots and pans and we’re getting all new stuff and we’re also getting a new bedroom suite. Yippee for us. The bad news is, he wasn’t able to take his two cats with him. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to keep cats away from new leather furniture???

Anyway, this’ll probably be our last post for at least a week. We’ll be back. I promise.

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In stressful situations my brain goes foggy and my tongue gets tied and I never seem to be able to say or do the right thing. Then later on (hours, days, somtimes years) that situation comes back and gets stuck in my head. It replays with what I could have, would have, should have said or done. The scenario stays the same, but what I do and say changes…evolves…get more and more outlandish. It’s like an endless loop in my brain. I recognize the symptoms, I know it’s destructive, I know it’ll make me sick, I know it puts a wall between ♀ & I, I know the longer I’m stuck in that place the harder it is to get back, but it’s just so fucking hard to turn off. You know?

One school of thought suggests that I write it all down somewhere (here?) and get it all out. I’ve tried that in the past. Sometimes it helps. The thing is I have so few hours in a week to actually sit down at the computer, do I really want to spend that time focusing on the very thoughts that torment me?

I’m actually writing this post on Saturday night (my only night off this week). I think I’ll  spend the rest of the night trying to write fiction. It might do me good to concentrate on fucking up someone else’s reality.

♀ drew this happy face on my tummy last night. She said whenever I’m feeling down I should lift up my shirt and look in the mirror.

How bad is it? Those really are plaid flannel boxers I’m wearing.

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ps: I managed to write chapter 3 of Death and Taxes on Saturday

One day last week, during the heat of passion, I bit her breast.

After we finished making love, she put me in my place.

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I am a baker of bread, buns and dainish…a dough surgeon. The vast majority of my time at the bakery is spent working with yeast. However, the shop I work at also produces most everything else you would expect to find in a well stocked bakery: cookies, pies, sausage rolls, turnovers, muffins, petite fours and cakes…

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ps: <click here> to see some very cool jewellery.

Have I ever mentioned how much I love her breasts?

btw I kinda sorta got <interviewed> by <Vixen>. Check it out and let me know what you think.

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ps: Sweat Shop Sissy is 2 years old today!

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We went lingerie shopping last week…

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