Jun 052012
 
Writing While Pondering

(Warning: this blog post contains irrational capitalization and emphasis, because apparently that’s What Needs to Happen Today as if my thoughts are the titles of published articles, or as if I were writing in the 19th century. I assume the urge for caps case will fade, but apparently I couldn’t write today without it.) I’ve been traveling for two weeks (decadent of me… the last hurrah from my windfalls from March), visiting family in Houston (which was comforting and nourishing as always), and seeing a friend in a show in Chicago (I am ashamed that I only seem to support the arts when I know participants, but I guess it’s better than never supporting the arts). It was an absurd amount of travel for someone [read more...]

May 082012
 
Bunny Hop Recovery

I seriously injured my back about 2 months ago now, and my recovery has been a bunny hop: two hops forward, one hop back. I knew I was ready to write a blog post again finally when the thought of putting on pink lipstick and my roommate’s bunny ears for a picture didn’t confuse or overwhelm me. (For the record, my roomie is RIDICULOUSLY cute in the bunny ears with her matching pink hair.) To make a long story as short as I’m capable of (not very), I’ve been having rolling compensation re-injuries climbing steadily up my back. The first injury was basically compression in my tailbone, so I compensated by shifting pressure up a few vertebrae, which then injured them, but not quite as [read more...]

Mar 282012
 
Not That Kind of GFE

The grand experiment was: see if I can successfully travel to meet an out-of-town lover for a multi-day romp, with some resting time built in. The first five days were a smashing success: I rested up after traveling, then we romped to our hearts’ delights in a sunny, warm, cozy place with every creature comfort I could have asked for. I got gussied up with straight hair and red red lips for our first sexy day: He likes me in just a bra and panties. And then I played the part of the good mistress and put on my maybe-we’re-just-colleagues outfit for scrumptious dining out about town (his wife knows about me – I’m more of an extra in their open marriage than a mistress, [read more...]

Feb 012012
 

My mother-in-law is having minor heart surgery Friday (although “heart surgery” never feels “minor” does it?), so we’re going to Houston tomorrow (Thursday Feb 2). My husband will be back Sunday Feb 5 to work next week, but I’m taking the opportunity to spend an extra week with my family, so I won’t return home until Monday Feb 13th. I have no idea what this does to my work availability. I think I might log on during the days the week of Feb 6 while my mother’s at work, and possibly an evening or two if the gang is all busy, but it’s impossible to predict with any accuracy. However, stranger things have certainly happened than me arranging phone sex calls while traveling to visit [read more...]

Oct 292011
 

Last Wednesday I had my Social Security disability hearing for my vertigo, covering the period from March 2009, when I got sick, to July 2010, when I started working as a phone sex operator. Beforehand, my lawyer prepped me what to expect, and we went over the evidence to ensure my she had the important findings at the top of her notes. We discussed whether to tell the judge I do the generic “phone consulting” or to tell him I’m a phone sex operator. The reality is, I chose this profession not only because I’m a giant slut who loves playing with callers’ sexual energy, but also because I can set my own hours, I can rest when I need to, and I can’t sustain [read more...]

Oct 242011
 

Tomorrow, I’m traveling back to Austin to have a disability hearing. Although the timing was unfortunate, I’m very glad it’s been scheduled and that I get time to explain my weird, complicated case. I spent the first six months of my vertigo visiting 17 doctors and a physical therapist, looking for diagnosis and a cure. In months 6-15, I tried a series of medicines, to varying degrees of less-than-total-success, but I also extended the lessons I learned in physical therapy to try to develop coping patterns of activity / rest. In month 15, I felt good enough about the balance of occasional medicines and my physical therapy gains to attempt to make a living at phone sex. I was not at all sure I could [read more...]

Oct 182011
 
I'm Stuffed

Summary (extra-short): My stuff has arrived in my home, so I’m all stuffed up. Summary (medium-short): After 10 days of hearing nothing from our movers, we got a call Saturday saying they would hold our stuff hostage unless we paid them $800 more than the estimate. Sunday, after they arrived at 6:30 pm, we refused to pay it, called cops, had a 3-hour stand-off in our front yard, took video, measured the truck, I cried, and they eventually agreed to the $1600 originally estimated plus the $200 tip I had always intended to give them. Monday, they arrived at 11:30, took our money, then informed us they were in too big of a hurry to reassemble our furniture or put any furniture or boxes where [read more...]

Oct 152011
 
A Bit Better, and Amusements

We still don’t have our stuff, but our movers have at least called us now. We are no longer playing the game of “maybe they stole all our things.” Now we are playing the game of “they claim we owe them a lot more money than they initially estimated before they will deliver our things.” I hate playing chicken. Thankfully, my husband and I play a pretty damn good game of Good Cop/Bad Cop. Usually we just play it alone with each other, but in this case, it comes in handy externally as well. Heh. That made me grin. We’ve researched the law and helpful tactics, but if you have suggestions, feel free to shoot me an email and advise away. My legal-name FB has [read more...]

Oct 142011
 
Control, You Fickle Bitch

I had a lot of control when I lived in Houston – my husband was traveling for work 10 days out of every 14, my family and local friends were trained to call before dropping by, and I was finding my ability to adapt to the unexpected kind of, well, atrophying, because the unexpected was happening so rarely in my daily life. I mean, sure, there was the whole thing with “you’re moving – you’re not moving – you’re moving – you’re not moving – oh okay really you’re moving”, and anyone would have found that disruptive, but aside from that ennui, I could manage my dizzies, my dogs, my time, and my energy as I wished. Oct 2, I arrived at my new home [read more...]

Oct 082011
 
The Best Laid Plans

The best laid plans of mice and men / Often go awry (or something like that, depending on your translation to modern English). For the record, I’d rather be the best laid girl than have the best laid plans anyway. But on to the actual topic of this blog post. As plans go, it was a fine one: arrive in my new town on Sunday, have my stuff delivered on Mon or Tue or Wed, and have a friend visit to help me unpack on Thu-Sat while hub had to be out of town. The tiny little complication to the plan? Our stuff hasn’t been delivered yet. In fact, we don’t know when it will be delivered. We do know our truck has not yet [read more...]