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back to reality (personal post) :)

beach

 

The Deane household is back from the beach, and settling into “normal” life again. I loved the beach, and the aspect of “getting away” for most of the week.

 

My favorite things about the beach were:

 

Wonderful sunshine and salty smelling wind that blew my hair into knots.

Seriously, why bother brushing it? It was going to fall out of the braid or ponytail and get messed up anyway. So I left it in loose, messy braids and ponytails.

 

Unrestricted dressing standards

My husband got quite the chuckle out of my loose dresses. It turns out they are a little see through, though (and I was bra-less). 😉

LOL, you can’t wear beachwear back at home, or the neighbors get really angry 😉

 

Watching the kids jump through gigantic waves with their daddy.

He even took one for the team, and got a black swollen eye trying to keep our littlest one from going under water. He’s our hero. 🙂 He even let me snap a picture of his “fighter look”.

 

Finding the best seashells

I went on a trek for the perfect seashells, and found out, that the best seashells were the imperfect ones- beautifully flawed. That kind of resonated with me. 🙂

And I’m going to make seashell necklaces to remember our trip.

 

Making a huge birthday sign in the sand

It took me several hours of digging, scratching sand lines, and filling with seashells. I finally finished with a truly awesome “Happy Birthday (to my daughter)” banner that was absolutely huge! (It washed away with the tide, but we knew that would happen.)

 

 

My least favorite things about the beach:

 

Sun and ocean allergies

My body is highly senstitive to changes in environment, so I blotched up and rashed and got really funky looking after some of our beach play. (Thankfully, I had my essential oils and the guide book. So , no worries.)

But I do wonder if my body is allergic to the beach. 😦 That would really stink.

 

Coffee makers

Gah! Is there anything worse than trying to do math- BEFORE coffee?!?! Seriously, the bag says to measure out the coffee per 6 oz of water.

Well, the doggone coffee pot measures water in cups (which I know are 8 oz).

So we had to do math! A lot of math. Hubby and I went back and forth for a good few minutes (remember, we had not had much sleep, and were pre-coffee),

“10 cups is 80 ounces, right?”

“yeah”

“How many times does six go into 80?”

“Why don’t you just do eight cups. We don’t need 10 cups of coffee”

“Ok, how many 6 ounces go into 64?”

“just dump a bunch in, until it’s about ¾ full.”

 

Worst coffee ever!

LOL, four days of the worst coffee ever. We never quite got the numbers right. And when we finally did try out 13 tablespoons, it was more than what we had originally dumped into the filter.

Next time, I am bringing my single cup maker.

No math.

One k-cup

Press the water button

Glorious coffee in less than a minute

 

Final least favorite

Leaving the beach 😦

Self explanatory

 

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I guess this means I should give my favorites and least favorites about being home:

 

I am definitely happy to be back in my own environment, and am drinking delicious single cup coffee, while snuggling with kittens and typing a blog post using internet.

(Hallelujia! Did I forget to mention, no internet connection, as one of my “not favorite beach moments”? ) 😉

And I am happy to get back into a scheduled routine (we have math and reading to do, swimming lessons, etc…).

But I miss the beach. It was nice being on vacation for even that short amount of time. It was nice being together as a family, and actually interacting with each other.

It was nice to just get away from the everyday stresses. LOL, and stress about little things like sand and coffee measuring.

 

I am thankful to be back home with my family and the (super cute, but sometimes mean) kitties.

 

Now, it’s time to set a real summer schedule.

I still have two fairy tale / paranormal books to finish writing and editing.

And I have a ton of laundry to catch up on.

 

At least we brought home plenty of sand to remember our trip.

 

 

 

Coming out! to my sisters!

I’m coming out!

To my sisters!

There’s a very good chance this post is going to go all over the place. I have so much to share! It’s huge! It’s meaningful, and it’s a big deal to me.

So bear with me today. I promise I will try to smooth everything out, and make it easier to read. And next time, I will definitely keep it more succinct.

But today, here’s the no-holds barred update.

🙂

It’s 9:06 am, gluten free chocolate chip muffins are baking in the oven, and my kids are outside playing – happily- for the first time all week. They are sisters, and they love each other. They are close in physical and emotional age, and are absolutely each other’s BFF’s. Except for when they are together 24×7 for a whole summer.

I used to have something like that. Sisters, younger sisters, who adored me (and as I have recently found out…) looked up to me. Me! Never having much in the way of self confidence, that statement surprised and pleased me to no end. I have always loved and adored my little sisters.

 

charlies angels

(LOL, no, this isn’t what we look like. But we did have a ton of fun playing Charlie’s Angels, and even did a photo session together, using Angel poses.) 🙂

 

Even though we grew apart over the years (mostly because of geography), there was one thing that kept us together.

Honesty

And

Respect

 

But life being as it is, brought small disagreements into the mix. They became larger due to timing issues and inability to hook up- even on the phone. Families were formed, creating an even bigger relationship gap.

And when I finally had something huge to share, with my own lifelong best friends, I had to lie about it.

How could I trust that they would understand and support my fetish, when we couldn’t honestly communicate about the smaller issues.

And when I had the biggest moment of my adult life (after marriage and kids, of course), could I tell them?

Could I tell them I was Katherine Deane, spanking romance author, DD’er, and follower of all my erotic minded friends?

 

retro kinky pic

 

 

Believe me, I tried.

I started with the elder of my two younger sisters, the woman known for her open mindedness.

And to her credit, she told me it wasn’t her cup of tea, but that she would supportive.

Ouch!

That hurt!

A lot.

But thankfully, I had online friends who understood and supported me.

 

birthday cake K

Three days ago, I celebrated my birthday.

And cried for most of it (and the preceding 24 hours).

 

I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me.

My best (online) friend, Corinne, called me to wish me a happy birthday, and I bawled my eyes out.

I cried about my loneliness.

My utter craving for attention, and for REAL people to not only get me, but to accept me and like me.

I felt sad and alone because the people in my real life, the ones who live less than a mile away gave less love and birthday support than the online community of people (whom I don’t even know their real names or ages, or what they truly look like).

I was so utterly alone and so desperately wanted attention, I felt in that moment, that I would do anything to get it.

Luckily, a great phone call from my bff (whom I still have never met), and a long hard spanking from my husband; took the edge off.

I was able to function again.

🙂

And that’s when the most remarkable and awesome thing happened!

My sister, Evie, called to tell me that she finally understood.

Her husband had mentioned (ok, this guy must be highly intuitive!) that I must feel pretty lonely. (um, he said to my sister, almost verbatim what I expressed above.) Freaky, eh?

She understood my hesitancy to share with “real” people.

Here’s what happened when she tried to tell a friend about my writing.

( I warned you about the ramblings. sorry 🙂 )

 

 

She had befriended this nice woman who seemed an awful lot like me.

It turns out, Evie actually was excited about my new book coming out. She just didn’t know what to do with the information.

She started telling her new friend that her sister was an author, and that she was really excited about her new book.

When the friend asked what type of book it was, Evie was hit with a feeling of uncertainty.

So she explained that it was racier than a normal romance.

 

What followed was a huge condemning tirade about the evils of lust, and my sin over trying to lure people into coveting actions.

Evie was furious, and ended the conversation, while nicely telling the new friend off.

 

telephone bridging gap

 

That’s when she called me yesterday.

She felt horrible. She had never known that I was living in fear of that kind of judgment.

She finally also understood, that her lack of true “on hand” support, made me feel just as judged.

She finally got it!

Even though I was slightly perturbed by the other woman’s reaction, I was so overjoyed by my sisters’ realization, that I let it go.

celebrate sisters

We celebrated together:

<The growth I have made, emotionally, over these past few years.

<The fact that I had finally found something that I not only enjoyed, but that I also had the potential to become good at. (LOL, grammar might not always be my forte though. I speak / write fast! )

to be a part of my life; how much I needed their support.

 

It was the most amazing conversation.

And the heavy, aching weight lifted from my chest.

 

sister

 

I have also been thinking about bringing L (our littlest sister), into the mix. I have hated “lying” to her, and have missed her also.

 

Evie reminded me that L is a lot more open minded than I have given her credit for, and more importantly, that she misses our ‘three sister’ relationship.

 

So we invited her to read that “hot new book” by the brand new author that we both adore, and want to support.

(ok, there is a bit more to it than that, but I shortened above for the sake of reading. 🙂 )

 

I don’t know how she will react.

It will hurt if she reacts negatively.

But I want to give her a chance to get to know the real me.

 

They are my sisters.

My true REAL LIFE best friends.

And at the very least, I choose not to lie to them anymore about who I am.

 

So please wish me luck, send energy or hugs or prayers.

I am Katherine Deane, sexy spanking romance author, DD’er, and first and foremost,

one of three

 

sisters_colorful

 

I hope they will accept me.

Wish me luck!

 

Thankfulness 2013 – A Thankful Transition into the Christmas Season!

thankful leaves

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Wow, what a busy week!

I don’t know about all of you, but this week went by fast!

But it was the good kind of fast!

It was a week full of:

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Playing outside,

Making messes inside,

Spending quality time together until we needed personal breaks. (At which point, we turned on the old Frosty and Santa movies—the ones with Burl Ives—and snuggled up with sleeping bags, popcorn and M & M’s.)

It was almost a little too unstructured for my tastes, but we worked through it. (And the salty sweetness of our popcorn concoction made everything ok.  I also snuck some skittles into mine, so I could get a quick red dye fix!)

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thanksgiving dinner

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Thanksgiving itself, was very low key.  We spent it with our friends and their children, who are the same age as ours.

We ate a lot of delicious food, relaxed, and talked about grown up stuff like:

Books,

Movies,

The scary stuff that freaked us out as kids, that is considered lame by today’s standards (e.g. the Wicked Witch from Wizard of Oz).

I even turned a conversation about the neighbor’s coyote issue, into a conversation about shape shifters and government cover up!

And I didn’t embarrass my husband too much! (At least he didn’t kick me under the table this time. Maybe he is just getting desensitized?)

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It was wonderful! I felt truly thankful to be surrounded by my loving family and close friends, in the intimate, and not over stimulating environment.

There was no crying or pouting or stomping of feet – and the kids behaved very well also.

It was the perfect ending to a week full of thankfulness that I plan to hang on to as long as I can.

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xmas trees

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Yesterday, my daughters and I cleaned up the living room, and put up their little 4 foot, personalized Christmas trees.

Then we pulled out the manger scene. (If you look closely, you can see a unicorn and two pink trees. 🙂 )

My favorite memory includes the following comments:

“I’m not sure where Baby Jesus is. Check in the rest of the packing paper.”

“Don’t drop him, he’ll lose his head.”

“Mommy, this angel is beautiful. She looks just like you.”

“Can I put baby purple bunny in the manger too?”

“All right, if you want to put a unicorn next to the Angel, go ahead.”

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This is the earliest we have ever started the Christmas season in our house.

But it also feels the most relaxed.  This time I am going to try to remember the REASON, and not just the season.

I’m praying that I don’t overspend and go crazy like past years.  (I tend to over compensate, not having family nearby.)

Hubby has already agreed to keep me “in check” if I start stressing or spending too much. 🙂

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So here’s to thankful hearts, warm bottoms, and a blessed holiday season for everyone.

Blessings and spankings!

blessings