A lesson in gratitude, from humble beginnings.
What Is TMI Tuesday?
TMI Tuesday is a series of questions generated by TMI Tuesday Blog. It is a great way to meet other bloggers and to share some personal thoughts and experiences. It is important to remember that there are no right or wrong answers to these questions, only the answers of the author – and that’s part of what makes this tag so awesome!
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Do you have something you’ve been itching to ask? Maybe something food-related, something a little bit kinky or something completely random? Have fun with it, then be sure to check back next Tuesday for my answer!
And now, onto the questions…
1. Tell us your top two simple pleasures.
I think, firstly and foremostly, just being able to live my life with people who finally accept me for me. I grew up in quite a toxic environment, I was the undisputed black sheep of the family with a neurotic mother who was convinced that I had some form of autism, so she used to judge every little thing that I did that wasn’t quite ‘normal’ or expected: Didn’t play with dolls? Autism. Kept myself to myself? Autism. Preferred fact books to fiction? Definitely autism (actually, I was just ahead of the times)! The thing is – and I’m sure many of my readers can understand this here – as you grow up in such an environment, you begin to judge yourself as well. You try to be ‘normal’, when instead you should have just focused on being you all along. When you finally meet people who just accept you for you, then whoosh! It’s almost revolutionary.
Also Hugo, my Toady Beans, my Squidge. He’s six years going on seven months but he still loves to lay on his back sometimes and rough play with me like a puppy. He’s very gentle with it and does that cute little sneeze to tell you he’s not trying to hurt you. He’s my goodest boy, most of the time…
2. You are being a offered a day of pleasure but you must choose one of the following to do. Which would you choose?
b. Watching big sports match/game
c. Fun times with good friends
Now, I think a lot of people would probably expect me to be like “sex, duh!”, but actually, I’m going to go with c. Fun times with good friends. Look, I like sex, I really freaking love sex, but a day of nothing but sex? No thanks. To me, it’s a waste of a day. Instead, I prefer to fool around for an hour or so maybe, shower, rest, grab a bite to eat and then hang out with some friends, maybe with a BBQ, some drinks and some Cards Against Humanity or something. There’s only one thing that I love more than sex, and that’s laughter. Okay, and good company… and maybe chocolate.
3. The sun shining through your window in the morning–annoyance or pleasure?
I’m going to go completely against the grain here in regard to other TMI’ers, but 100% pleasure. I can’t stand an alarm clock with their really harsh sounds, so I’m one of those super annoying and pretentious people who has Edvard Grieg’s “Morning Mood” as my alarm sound on the alarm app, Mornify. It’s a beautiful way to wake up, you know, soft music, sun gently streaming through cream curtains, it’s better than that *BEEP BEEP BEEP* that startles you out of your deep sleep. It probably also explains why I’m generally a happier person. God damnit, now she’s spilling all of her secrets…
Also, my side of the bed is underneath the window and I sleep naked most of the time, so I tend to find that in the morning, in the spring and summer, the warm subdued sunlight over my creamy perky breasts and rosy nipples encourages my mind to think of wicked, wicked things. How I’ve never woken up groping and touching myself while my poor husband is trying to work from the other end of the bedroom, I’ll never know.
4. If you uttered the words “pleasure me” to your lover, what would you want to happen?
Aye, a girl knows better than to demand such a thing. What I want to happen would be irrelevant, it would be more of a matter of what is about to happen to me. But since you’re asking…
Probably some nice, slow oral, you know, I firmly believe that sex should be about the journey rather than the destination, but also there is nothing hotter in my eyes than a partner who goes down because they want to. Getting off and orgasms are great and all, but sex is something to be experienced and shared. So, make it about that connection, make it about the senses, about enjoying the moment and sharing the experience with your partner. A sensual lover, who, me?
5. Tell us one thing you were most grateful for last week?
I met Matt’s cousin and her husband, and I was kind of nervous because Matt has/had (bless you, Aunt Audrey) relatives who are/were involved with the Salvation Army, and I know that I still haven’t met everyone yet, even after fourteen years together. Because of that, sometimes I still don’t know when I can let my hair down and when I have to dot my i’s and cross my t’s, so I’m always a little bit extra careful. Truthfully told, I couldn’t have met two more down to earth, warm, funny and accepting people if I had tried. They were fun, frank, dirty-minded but composed, honest… I loved every moment that we spent with them! The pub food wasn’t bad either, and I learned on Sunday that this girl could probably be fuelled solely on sweet and sour red cabbage alone. I have a thing for balsamic glazes, it would seem!
Bonus: What is the last thing you crossed of your bucket list?
So… I don’t actually have a bucket list, and in a way my reasons are quite sad, but I also hope that maybe they will make you think and inspire you:
I come from a rather poor background, I still am poor in some sense, I get by effectively on social security benefits alone. Those benefits are to pay my bills and for the things that I need to live my life as a disabled person, they are not there for me to travel the world or to tick other big things off of my bucket list. I quite often have some money left over at the end of the month, but it’s usually not more than about £15 (about $20). What I have in savings from that is never a huge amount, and even when it is, life is guaranteed at some point to soak it all up again. These days then, “savings” are more like “reserves”.
Growing up, life was very much the same. We never went on foreign excursions, week-long breaks at a Butlins camp were about as good as it got. I never envied the friends that went to Disneyland either, because in some sense, I wasn’t allowed to. We had other pleasures to be grateful for instead, like cheap, four night camping breaks on a whim (one of the many perks of CSMA membership), life experiences that none of my other classmates had and fresh, local honey on tap (Pops was a beekeeper til the end). It wasn’t an extravagant and fanciful life, no, but it was certainly a rich one.
But what my upbringing taught me was to be grateful for what you’ve got, to live in the moment and to enjoy every moment of it. Be grateful for the people you have, the places you go and the clothes that you wear. Be grateful that you can’t afford a lot, instead of paying for extravagant trips on credit and then spending the rest of your life with lots of stress and anxiety because you’re trying to pay it all off. Gratitude and humility make for a fine life, regardless of bucket lists.
I would like to go on a canal boat and on a cruise at some point, but canal boats are very small spaces and I could probably only ever afford a basic package onboard a P&O Cruises ship, if indeed I was ever so lucky. I’ve been fascinated with boats since I was knee high to a grasshopper. In fact, the first fact book that I can remember reading at school was one about different kinds of boat!
Special bonus question–one of life’s mysteries: Are fig newtons cookies or bars? (thelatephoenix wants to know)
So, I put this out across the gang this morning and we reached a 3-0 consensus that they are indeed biscuits, or cookies, for our friends across the pond.
Fun fact: In the UK, fig newtons are called fig rolls, presumably because of the way that they are formed when making them.
That’s it from me for this TMI Tuesday! Join me next week for the next round! Do you have any questions for me for next week? Don’t forget to leave them in the comments below!
Until next time!
Stay safe & have fun,