tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22097126290012881242024-03-14T01:54:42.543+02:00The Tamed and UntamedThe Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-62294072930280168322010-03-01T06:32:00.000+02:002010-03-01T06:32:50.028+02:00Happy Birthday Tantrumgirl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ1aTRv3NBBgzIYyZ9fNaNLhcbMqz9MN9YukXpJ2aYrb4Pnk54aTgpZJ4e_-VPyE0ElZ5_SJGcUtz6kHT012mm9KsFs2yL6Q_N9NoBuUjMSXwchZ5m1_6_grpMHZvLPo9wuTy5PVw2WTE/s1600-h/Tinkerbell-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ1aTRv3NBBgzIYyZ9fNaNLhcbMqz9MN9YukXpJ2aYrb4Pnk54aTgpZJ4e_-VPyE0ElZ5_SJGcUtz6kHT012mm9KsFs2yL6Q_N9NoBuUjMSXwchZ5m1_6_grpMHZvLPo9wuTy5PVw2WTE/s320/Tinkerbell-.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">I'm wishing you another year,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">of laughter, joy and fun,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">suprise, love and happiness,</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">and when your Birthday is done</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">I hope you feel deep in your heart</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">as your birthday comes and goes,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">how very much you mean to me,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">more than you can know.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>To all our readers, I hope you will have a wonderful valentines day.</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><strong>May all the love fairies make your home thier Hollow today!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strong>Love Cheeky Cherry and Tantrum girl</strong></span>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-58499501465027354612010-01-27T14:52:00.000+02:002010-01-27T14:52:19.435+02:00Some qoutes for today<ul><li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-size: large;">Experience is a hard teacher, because she gives the test first, the lesson afterward</span> </li>
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<ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">God wants people great enough to be small enough to be used</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cheeky Cherry</span>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-10456902718326775912010-01-26T19:41:00.000+02:002010-01-26T19:41:33.556+02:00Trading Places<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>In the light of recent activities, a little humor would do us good. OH and husbands out there.... please remember this on valentines day:)<br />
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A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home. He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed -- Dear Lord: I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please allow her body to switch with mine for a day. Amen <br />
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God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish. <br />
The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman. He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, awakened the kids, set out their school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed their lunches, drove them to school, came home and picked up the dry cleaning, took it to the cleaners and stopped at the bank to make a deposit, went grocery shopping, then drove home to put away the groceries, paid the bills and balanced the check book. He cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog. Then it was already 1 P.M. and he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, sweep and mop the kitchen floor. Ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home. Set out cookies and milk and got the kids organized to do their homework, then set up the ironing board and watched TV while he did the ironing. At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for salad, breaded the lamb chops and snapped fresh beans for supper. After supper he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed. At 9 P.M. he was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love which he managed to get through without complaint. <br />
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The next morning he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said, "Lord, I don't know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day. Please, oh please, let us trade back." <br />
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The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied, "My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were. You'll just have to wait nine months, though. You got pregnant last night."<br />
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I know we owe you an update, its comming! Chat to you soon<br />
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</div>I feel like Tink these days. Moody! I've been snapping at my poor hubby, start crying for nothing, just wana sleep and eat. NO I'm not pregnant, atleast that's not what the monitors say! But I think its all due to the upcoming events and the stress accompanying it. <br />
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First of all, our long awaited appointment with the fertility specialist is on Friday, finally! Together with that, I'm stressing about monthly interuptions making the possibility of the test being done very unlikely and then I would have to wait until March!!!!<br />
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Secondly, we are buying a new house, but we need our house to sell first. And as you know selling these days are not easy to do. I so want that new house!!! <br />
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So I think all off this is causing my moodswings. OH and on top off that my MP3 player stopped working so I know have to go to gym without it!!!! I already hate going to gym, anyway hopefully soon that would come to an end once the baby is on its way. Speaking of babies, Hubby and I have had a discussion the other day, about the safety of spankings when I'm pregnant. What's your opinion? Any mommies to be out there that's still getting punished? <br />
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Ok I'm gonna be late for work if I dont get my butt of this couch. See ya later<br />
Cheeky CherryThe Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-88783665215122854592010-01-16T11:15:00.003+02:002010-01-16T11:24:24.159+02:00Oh! Dont mind me....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJsf6nSO9Ba3gfuGX6pSJNCv8CHwIpTLNxqlXMiHteAEohzbffwskmsvTiRS_kJCHDLV1gjNVpOQ9ImHp13PQJ0SmvF4aj7ApHUr6InN9_AphaN96lo84joGB0-MF5bt2SGDzOmWitho/s1600-h/kami%2520tora%252010%2520of%2520clubs2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427265680052064978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJsf6nSO9Ba3gfuGX6pSJNCv8CHwIpTLNxqlXMiHteAEohzbffwskmsvTiRS_kJCHDLV1gjNVpOQ9ImHp13PQJ0SmvF4aj7ApHUr6InN9_AphaN96lo84joGB0-MF5bt2SGDzOmWitho/s320/kami%2520tora%252010%2520of%2520clubs2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Weekend always have some excitement in them, especially when you have visitors or the kids are home.</div><div>Have you ever been worried that a family member of friend may find you in a very vulnerable position? </div><br /><div>I found this very captivating piece of writing on <a href="http://voiceinthecorner.wordpress.com/">http://voiceinthecorner.wordpress.com/</a>, Written by DJ Black. Be sure to check out his blog. Here is a short piece of the story.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Time passed and I must have completely zoned out, because the next thing I knew there was a knock at the door. I started and suddenly became alert to every sound. I desperately wanted to look round but my discipline held and my nose stayed firmly in the corner.<br />There were voices in the hall, David’s and a strange male voice.<br />“Its great to see you both.” I could tell David’s usual poise was under challenge for once. “Can you wait here a moment I just need to do something.”<br />“Sorry darling I am desperate for the loo.” I heard a woman’s voice.<br />“Nan just a minute.” David called from somewhere behind me.<br />The door opened and I knew that someone was standing behind me, the hurried breathing of the unwelcome guest stopped mid breath.<br />“Oh my god.” The woman gasped. “Sorry love, but where is the toilet?”<br />I dare not speak. I couldn't’t come to that. My face blazed hotly right to my ears. The wall remained solid against my flight and the ground refused to open. Did you know that you cannot actually die of embarrassment? Something I learnt in that instant.<br />I heard the woman flee in haste behind me and after a cupboard was opened a closed somewhere I finally heard her find the toilet. I stood transfixed. Had David let her come in to humiliate me? Should I run to our room?<br />“Get dressed.” David hissed somewhere behind me.<br />I ran for the bedroom. I would get dressed but it didn’t matter because I was not coming out until they had gone. I hastily pulled on my jeans and then went to listen at the door.<br />“Alec its so great to see you and Nannette, how long have you been back?” I heard David say.<br />Alec and Nannette could go and. I fumed.<br />“We’ve been back for about three weeks now. We stayed with Nan’s parents for Christmas. Who was that I heard running for cover as we came in?” This Alec asked.<br />“He’s got a new girl.” Nan’s voice joined the conversation. “Very striking form behind.”<br />“Ah you saw?” David replied.<br />“Oh yes.” Nan giggled. “Has someone been a naughty girl?”<br />“Oh shit, sorry Dave.” Alec moaned. Then added in a growl. “Nan he told you to wait.”<br />“I was desperate.” Nan protested. “Where is this girl? Can we meet her? Properly I mean.”<br />“Angela come out, its some old friends of mine.” David called.<br />“Don’t embarrass the kid.” Alec remonstrated.<br />Kid. I could have spat in indignation. But I realised I was behaving like one. I wished I wasn’t blushing so much but I steeled myself to face the music.</div>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-71649716431662599972010-01-09T16:14:00.003+02:002010-01-09T20:05:54.650+02:00Why ladies should not swear (Or anyone for that matter!)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJW5gQOEa16RAV1JVhA40hTif7nIAovDQZkYcxBOP8xmu52g1qCa_3ZH3waSFDc_-oB56LDvUb1VM2Tp-QQHHnsL9jzPznX33-AV9hi0MUeLRzqUnC87nAGs7gaEG5erx1ijXu9kmags/s1600-h/fairy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424743974319288002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJW5gQOEa16RAV1JVhA40hTif7nIAovDQZkYcxBOP8xmu52g1qCa_3ZH3waSFDc_-oB56LDvUb1VM2Tp-QQHHnsL9jzPznX33-AV9hi0MUeLRzqUnC87nAGs7gaEG5erx1ijXu9kmags/s320/fairy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>When it comes to ladies it was always believed that the outward appearance alone does not determine who the woman is. Looking like a lady is not being one. During the 1800’s to 1900’s the way she also acted also determined a true lady. Most ladies in that century did not act like pampered brats. Ladies did not swear and were polite. We as woman often forget to check our attitudes and demeanour in the twenty-first century because “times have changed”. So why do we swear then? But, I feel not to swear should not only be applicable to woman, it should apply to men also.<br /><br />I think most of the time the reason for us swearing is that by using a swear word at that moment it is the only word that truly fits the situation. Or it feels like it is a good way to demonstrate the gravity of a situation. It adds a bit of attention to sentences (Which in my case too much, that I am finding out now!)<br />Some people may think it is “authentically” showing a lack of vocabulary. What we say shouldn’t be words that might be offensive to others. We shouldn’t have to use vulgar language, just to get a point across! And of course there is the fact that if you are a Christian and a child of God, then you are a Temple of God. Therefore you should be careful of what not only goes in that Temple, but what also comes out of that Temple.<br /><br />I know swearing is swearing no matter which word you use, but I feel that there is some swearing that could be more offensive than others. (Although my new friend do not agree on this!) One thing that I am absolutely against, and I can honestly say that I am NEVER guilty of this, is using the name of the Lord in vain. “Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain, for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.” (Exd 20:7) A lot of people say it without even realizing it. In my opinion this kind of swearing is much worse and a bigger sin. But on the other hand I will also agree that any swearing is wrong. The word “swearing” appears 4 times in 4 different verses in the Bible. (King James Version). God warns us about it, so I guess it is better not to swear at all!<br /><br />You will probably wonder why I suddenly wrote about this subject on our blog. Well….I wrote this because it was actually given to me as punishment. I did say a specific word to a friend online for the second time, and he decided that was one time too many. Swearing is not a habit of mine and I will definitely try to avoid it…especially from now on!<br /><br />Tantrumgirl</div></div>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-40217578838769554322010-01-08T12:24:00.003+02:002010-01-08T13:09:41.421+02:00Good warmup to a nice weekend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBDm4__nWTTiU4eX9Kq-iZPjKbzrGG8KVAWa14PxYRytKdo-5SLYUZFbMeqLbwMrgLI8NmoFBxniXQYGHzILUWTBzWjg4j176v0EtDIMbxRyorGPfXwWtUfFjqnBpQot5ZuCHBgpOCbY/s1600-h/a9120bd6610bcfdd0f5c82b7e894cf82.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424313907180441074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBDm4__nWTTiU4eX9Kq-iZPjKbzrGG8KVAWa14PxYRytKdo-5SLYUZFbMeqLbwMrgLI8NmoFBxniXQYGHzILUWTBzWjg4j176v0EtDIMbxRyorGPfXwWtUfFjqnBpQot5ZuCHBgpOCbY/s320/a9120bd6610bcfdd0f5c82b7e894cf82.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Before I wish you a nice weekend, I wana tell you about my not so nice start to it. Well if you have a look to the right side of the screen you will see that my counter has been reset. </div><div>I am sitting very tenderly at the moment and will be even more tender tomorrow.</div><div>But as you know there is always a reason for ending up bend over the bed. And I suppose when you deliberately disobey then you can expect at least a thorough spanking. </div><div>Ok it is actually simple. Go to gym 3 times a week. I was warned earlier in the week. I've decided to not go so I knew what the result would be. </div><div> </div><div>Deliberately disobeying, is not acceptable. So I ended up with a thorough spanking this morning before work and was told that we are not finish yet. So I'm sleeping on my stomach for the weekend. Why on earth do we do that to ourselves and our husbands? All I can think is that I hoped that he would not realise that I haven't gone or that he would just leave it. Being the committed HOH he is meant to be, he did what is expected of him. </div><div><em>Thank you Honey for loving me so much and thank you for not failing to do what you need to in order for me to reach my goals. I love you lots!</em></div><div><em></em> </div><div>Ok so I hope your weekend would be less warmed up than mine, and I say that with the best of intentions! Enjoy your weekend!!</div><div> </div><div>Cheeky Cherry</div><div> </div><div>PS: William you were right! 5 seconds is too long! lol</div><div><em></em> </div>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-67878865263561406992010-01-07T10:59:00.005+02:002010-01-07T12:29:12.885+02:00Almost in trouble...and it wasn't me this time!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic6fuYu8sXzkOcwH3X97MUzAL5MlMr2SrmK0dt7izMgjZUUUSGZTZY7Vl65uNx6Gi-UV8aqoATMyEdjJ0xgqkNCauK9H_tzKhvz2ihWZpvxxuc-xiXVGlp4t1sBg2y_CRut7SwNEDaLcA/s1600-h/1889100ka95pxpvao.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423942889724478594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic6fuYu8sXzkOcwH3X97MUzAL5MlMr2SrmK0dt7izMgjZUUUSGZTZY7Vl65uNx6Gi-UV8aqoATMyEdjJ0xgqkNCauK9H_tzKhvz2ihWZpvxxuc-xiXVGlp4t1sBg2y_CRut7SwNEDaLcA/s320/1889100ka95pxpvao.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>To my dear friend Cheeky Cherry. Hope you have also learned your lesson with our new friend W yesterday. I still can’t believe you did exactly the same thing as I did. Haven’t you learned from my writing Sis? Lucky for you you apologised and was forgiven when your HOH found out about it, but it makes me think…is that countup clock on our blog going to reach the double figures? Just sayin’<br /><br />Tantrumgirl....now also trying to stay out of trouble!!</div>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-45549042705990543052010-01-07T10:22:00.004+02:002010-01-07T10:37:26.392+02:00500 Times too much thank you!Yip, I’m the guilty one here, got the line writing for being “rude” and “insolent” to W. 500 times! I had begged him all day to “reduce” my sentence, and guess what? He said after a while: "I am in a good mood today. So you can reduce it to 499!" LOL But I was a good girl and did the 500 lines. During my work time, but it does not seem that he has a problem with that! LOL!<br /><br />Well, I'll have to admit, I did go through yesterday without being insolent again. But being the BRAT that I am, there is no guarantee for how long...<br /><br />TantrumgirlThe Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-54823263323114347252010-01-06T21:01:00.003+02:002010-01-06T21:11:34.947+02:00500 times less likely to do it again<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_irzk6ESg5QEQw_nft9y3dOxRCCBXKgQkMFe6XB7SfBgYxz0xA8hjSj2axqfx7erDPNygToLWAaneVSv8ipIv_rGKY4VTMu58A4AU76ssilgVYe0m0Ja9fDcuuTCiY8wkteHUk64h4Hg/s1600-h/page1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423704753132591570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_irzk6ESg5QEQw_nft9y3dOxRCCBXKgQkMFe6XB7SfBgYxz0xA8hjSj2axqfx7erDPNygToLWAaneVSv8ipIv_rGKY4VTMu58A4AU76ssilgVYe0m0Ja9fDcuuTCiY8wkteHUk64h4Hg/s320/page1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Don't you just hate when that happens!!! lol</div><div align="center">Lesson hopefully learned - Stop talking when you were already in trouble</div><div align="center">and don't tell him then that he is silly.<br /></div>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-6778595084535561342010-01-06T19:33:00.002+02:002010-01-06T19:38:45.482+02:00The art of mental restraint<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR19zMgT7Strd0EIKd-l4NZ051c59hPAXfwEYDeXzuX9ZK_UhHCpHQ5jbVrmzsyZaFnqk6Xi0urzG3VH8LICkyJUQey1cGVkTinh3b3euori41GAYJAaYl8PGsC45Eb30sbNis64ZkvPY/s1600-h/Loop+Hole+Queen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423682241818134690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR19zMgT7Strd0EIKd-l4NZ051c59hPAXfwEYDeXzuX9ZK_UhHCpHQ5jbVrmzsyZaFnqk6Xi0urzG3VH8LICkyJUQey1cGVkTinh3b3euori41GAYJAaYl8PGsC45Eb30sbNis64ZkvPY/s320/Loop+Hole+Queen.jpg" border="0" /></a> Given that I haven’t written a serious post in a while, I’ll share with you my thoughts on an often debated topic. Mental restraints or more known in CDD as submission during a punishment session. Please note I said punishment session as I do not wish to engage in a discussion about BDSM/S&M or any erotic form of discipline and is referring to a deferent form of restraint.<br />Being in a CDD marriage, its required of me as the wife to submit to my punishment, to except that what I have coming is because of my direct choice to disobey or be defiant and being a Christian wife that has agreed to an CDD marriage I want to submit and take my punishment with a proper attitude to show my appreciation and respect towards my husband’s authority. (Ok now I probably said some words that would make some readers raise an eyebrow). After all behind every good bottom lies a firm hand.<br /><br />So what do I mean with these words? Well I’m talking about voluntary submission to what you know is going to be very uncomfortable and hurt a lot, staying in position while you could very easily choose not to. No reaching back, no jumping up and down, no doing the ouch dance, no kicking, no turning and wiggling. Staying in the desired or commanded position out of your own free will.<br /><div><br />Yes I know, some time or later in the session it gets unbearable, you just can’t stay in place, even when your mind don’t want to, your body screams at you and you end up breaking position. But we go back to that position without being told to or sometimes we need a little persuasion, but at the end of your fruitless attempt to run, you do go back into position to take more. Now that is what I call submission!</div><br /><div><br />That, my dear reader, is because of our level of mental restraints. Mastering the art of mental restraint lays in the decision to go back, the submission and the acknowledgement of his authority. What authority you ask? Well what makes you stay there? What makes you go back to that position? The commanding tone in his voice when he warns you, the sudden recall of a similar situation and the outcome of that situation, the foresight of the connection between the implement and your thighs, which is far worse that your present situation or the sensing of a secondary dreaded implement and off course the sudden desire that he created with you to end it as soon as possible (after your true remorse off course!).</div><br /><div><br />I don’t actually know if it was a discussion on our group, deference in position preference between me and Tantrumgirl or just a thought or warning generated by my internal disaster management centre that occurred during my last spanking, but this phenomenon of mental restraints fascinated me. Personally I think once a woman choose to restrain themselves or manage to endure her spanking she has mastered or reached an extra level of submission. (Please it is not my intent to insult or disrespect any woman or HOH’s preferences or capabilities).<br /><br />There’s a saying, nothing says love better than a good spanking, but personally I think nothing says love better than the choice to submit to that spanking and the level of mental restraint she have accomplished. So HOH’s next time you have to warn her to stay in place, consider that she has stayed in place all along and is really trying to not break position. So rather than using your normal methods of motivation try telling her that you admire her attempt and would reward her afterwards for her capability to reach a higher level of submission. Now ladies this is not a get out of jail card to go wild and start kicking and wiggling after the first third of your punishment session! It’s merely an invitation to explore the art of mental restraint.<br /><br />Cheeky Cherry </div>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-71220574425553963472010-01-04T22:46:00.002+02:002010-01-04T23:24:41.316+02:00To a special friend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTxPTCDY1-2DlorREY2a6gF45EeerC_nYzGb4kEvgaCBflLInnqTUku2mXLr4B_FcM_5VKWUM8RDvyNyt8QqpJHJw53sMW2LJBf91o6vJVLLxFrQ7qR4lsaD1lEuRxM-2x4HXYsf6Nr0s/s1600-h/Bday.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422998603906348818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTxPTCDY1-2DlorREY2a6gF45EeerC_nYzGb4kEvgaCBflLInnqTUku2mXLr4B_FcM_5VKWUM8RDvyNyt8QqpJHJw53sMW2LJBf91o6vJVLLxFrQ7qR4lsaD1lEuRxM-2x4HXYsf6Nr0s/s320/Bday.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-9822432738381310332010-01-01T10:07:00.001+02:002010-01-03T08:27:29.925+02:00So where are we in our fairytale?Hi everyone, yes, yes, I know it’s been like forever since the Wild ones have written something. Truth is, it’s not that there hasn’t been anything to write about, in fact there was too much! It’s been one crazy ride! So what have we been up too? Well let’s see if I can give you the short version…….<br /><br />Once upon I time, that’s how all stories starts (by the way this book is a fairytale but currently we are somewhere in the middle, just past the villains) there was two happy fairies, a red head living in her perfect world and the blondie, creating her perfect world. Anyway, the red head’s world tumbled down when she was informed of her parent’s troubled marriage and within a matter of weeks her happy little world turned into a rollercoaster ride that was quickly derailing. But like in all fairy tales her hero on his white horse (well with the paddle in his hand) rescued her from losing her wings and took her back to the fairy hollow with love and support and lots of ……. Ughm, ok so things are still not totally back to normal but with lots of prayers and support the elders seems to be sort of ok.<br /><br />But while all this is going on our other fairy’s hero turned into a nasty Captain hook-like villain smashing her crystal pure heart into a million little pieces (Guess who had to gather all the lily leaves to dry up the mass of salty water before it flooded our hollow!).<br />Now that I think back on all our troubles the last couple of months, it actually starts making sense. Does not every fairy tale have some nasty happenings somewhere in the middle of the story, before the Hero comes to rescue the damsels in distress and create the perfect end to a perfect fairytale? I Guess we are somewhere in the middle of our book then? Goodness I really hope so!! Lololol<br />So what’s next in our story? Well the red head fairy (The Cheeky one) and her Hero will hopefully soon be blessed with a little pixie (They have an appointment with a nice magician on the 22nd of January) and our feisty blond fiery, who seems to have found her lust for live again, is sitting on the highest daisy in the hollow through her bamboo binoculars at an intriguing suitor over the river in the land of dreams (well that’s what the snail mail tells me)<br />To be continued………..<br />Happy New Year to all our readers, friends and lovers! May this be one perfect 2010 story!<br />PS: Just a footnote…… Cheeky Cherry had a warm throbbing bottom entry into the New Year. So much for ending the bad year on a good leaf.<br /><br />Love<br />Cheeky Cherry and TantrumgirlThe Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-21933810540015683652009-11-07T19:53:00.002+02:002009-11-07T20:04:44.111+02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vTVwQfWjqhO5GSC3I6xi8fqscl4NoJUNotHyuSpGR2ss13crJ4UCi4EOZ6mjIsP8JMBeQ_GYLtUo-WQqnk5lJCD2ITuVCvHSA16s7yj7-EaHZY7u3ZncMUUAXFTLeGd8PhAoP1V2Pxs/s1600-h/84834.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401421546718621378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vTVwQfWjqhO5GSC3I6xi8fqscl4NoJUNotHyuSpGR2ss13crJ4UCi4EOZ6mjIsP8JMBeQ_GYLtUo-WQqnk5lJCD2ITuVCvHSA16s7yj7-EaHZY7u3ZncMUUAXFTLeGd8PhAoP1V2Pxs/s200/84834.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><p> </p><p>Why Fairies? They are sassy, bratty, funny, naughty but cute, very cute! Just like Us. Do you still have a fairy in you? Do your attitude get wings sometimes? Do you have a fairy at home that needs an occational attitude adjustment?</p><p>Then We hope that you will enjoy visiting our blog. </p><p>Love Cheeky Cherry and Tantrumgirl</p><p> </p>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-50694782549198258242009-11-06T09:15:00.007+02:002009-11-06T09:28:28.755+02:00Ouch!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvLIYp9BcuJRbd6TGLXW8soOzbeg9Y0qNlnw15caPtlsyjhsEPsdLevZa7muJEfjh94fbRKfrtnuFOw2GjcK6IXpGiiYjqifyYghwhgP44Z-txPj-QUp-CWNbWKN7_dOhc_iOAJH2n3Gk/s1600-h/DSCF1472.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400886434621415554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvLIYp9BcuJRbd6TGLXW8soOzbeg9Y0qNlnw15caPtlsyjhsEPsdLevZa7muJEfjh94fbRKfrtnuFOw2GjcK6IXpGiiYjqifyYghwhgP44Z-txPj-QUp-CWNbWKN7_dOhc_iOAJH2n3Gk/s200/DSCF1472.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Okay guys, I am happy to say I survived my first spanking! Not that bad at all….or maybe my HOH to be did not do such a good job! Lol lol lol<br /><br />I had the paddle, which was specially made for me and by the way is not finished yet, but it had to do the job, as you can see it is quite big and believe me, heavy too! He did not think it is funny though when I told him it looked more like a cricket bat to me! But that thing made me think twice, and what a surprise today….no toothache!! Yes it is gone! Heheheh or that is what I made everyone believe…including my dearest friend…soooo…Cheeky Cherry and Tantrumtamer….I am not going to the dentist!!!! </div><div> </div><div>Tantrumgirl</div>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-46269099680863559282009-11-05T10:56:00.003+02:002009-12-06T19:13:01.288+02:00Anticipating my first discipline spanking<span style="font-family:arial;">I know it’s been a long time since I wrote something on our blog. I’ll admit, I’m guilty! But things were hectic the past few weeks. As I am sitting here worrying my butt off! Yes, in about 2 hours time I will receive my first “real” disciplinary spanking. To tell you the truth, I deserve it. I have been broken 3 of the 4 D’s in CDD. “Dishonesty”, “Disobedience” and the biggest one here is “Destructive behaviour” . You see, I was a bit stubborn the past few uhm….weeks. Walking around with a toothache and too afraid to go to the dentist. Two weeks ago I was warned…”if you suffer again with that toothache and don’t tell me about it and I find out afterwards, you’re in big trouble”. So I just decided not to tell, but he found out anyway. And why, all because I my dearest friend Cheeky Cherry and the 24 hour rule! (Which is, you have 24 hours to tell your hoh about your offence, or I will tell and then you will have it much more worse!) So yesterday I had to confess! And now I am waiting…and waiting…having all of the world’s butterflies in my stomach….</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Tantrumgirl</span>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-11772421498292737072009-10-19T18:06:00.002+02:002009-10-19T18:47:08.969+02:00Those dreaded wordsWhen you hear them they cause those butterflies in your stomach to act like they are on E! You get this mix feeling of anticipation, a vague remembrance of you previous engagement with that implements and the explicit tingle in a certain area of your anatomy.<br /><br />They are dreaded words that causes every wife that's in a DD relationship's heart to skip a beat, and in that exact moment greater than the speed of light, send a signal to her brain, which causes these feelings described above.<br /><br />Every couple has their own little list of dreaded and most feared words, but it does not matter what they are, they all have the same effect! And every word whether its a warning word or an instruction word, have the potential to lead to one specific thing.......A SPANKING!<br /><br />So what is your words? See if you can ad to the list.....<br /><br />* We are going to have a TALK<br />* That's it!<br />* Drop that ATTITUDE<br />* Your in TROUBLE young lady<br />* Upstairs NOW!<br />* Your asking for TROUBLE<br />* Did I not warn you?<br />* Go Choose an IMPLEMENT<br />* Did I ask you or did I TELL you?<br />*GET IN THE CAR!<br />* Come Here NOW!<br />* You have some EXPLAINING TO DO<br /><br />Boy! just listing these make me nervous! lololol<br /><br />Lets see if you can ad to these<br /><br /><br />Cheeky Cherry (currently trying to avoid these dreaded words)The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-27603160189709624522009-10-14T17:58:00.003+02:002009-11-09T09:05:39.426+02:00Lost your way? Dont know the answer?<span style="color:#ffffff;">The other morning, when doing my bible study, This piece from Proverbs 2, really spoke to me. It came to me on a day and in the time that I struggle with plenty of questions, and when I'm sometimes almost hysterical, because I don't know what to do or say in a certain situation.<br /><br />These verses stuck to me, and I felt the need to share it with you.<br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/2-1.htm"><span style="color:#ffffff;">1</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">My son, if you accept my words<br />and store up my commands within you,<br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/2-2.htm"><span style="color:#ffffff;">2</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">turning your ear to wisdom<br />and applying your heart to understanding,<br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/2-3.htm"><span style="color:#ffffff;">3</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">and if you call out for insight<br />and cry aloud for understanding,<br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/2-4.htm"><span style="color:#ffffff;">4</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">and if you look for it as for silver<br />and search for it as for hidden treasure,<br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/2-5.htm"><span style="color:#ffffff;">5</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">then you will understand the fear of the Lord<br />and find the knowledge of God.<br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/2-6.htm"><span style="color:#ffffff;">6</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">For the Lord gives wisdom,<br />and from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.<br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/2-7.htm"><span style="color:#ffffff;">7</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">He holds victory in store for the upright,<br />he is a shield to those whose walk is blameless,<br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/2-8.htm"><span style="color:#ffffff;">8</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">for he guards the course of the just<br />and protects the way of his faithful ones.<br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/2-9.htm"><span style="color:#ffffff;">9</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">Then you will understand what is right and just<br />and fair—every good path.<br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/2-10.htm"><span style="color:#ffffff;">10</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">For wisdom will enter your heart,<br />and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul.<br /></span><a href="http://bible.cc/proverbs/2-11.htm"><span style="color:#ffffff;">11</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">Discretion will protect you,<br />and understanding will guard you. </span>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-84154300123088238782009-10-12T17:57:00.004+02:002009-10-12T18:07:19.919+02:00A crazy week!<span style="font-family:arial;">Okay I know I should have written this a week ago but here it is at long last. This has been one crazy week! One thing I can say though, is Mr Right has a lot of guts. Or, shall I say pretended to be very brave. Friday a week ago we met for the first time in person…at my work place of course, because I mean…that would be safe wouldn’t it? It all started very well, we chatted like we have known each other forever….and before I knew what was happening I was otk! Now, more than a week after that he admitted that he was also very nervous about taking me otk! But he was determent…he wanted to show me who was the boss! I have to say, that was quite an experience, having my first ever spanking at my work place!! Luckily nobody saw us as there were not many colleagues at the office that day!!<br /><br />By now you all know that during last week my friend Cheeky Cherry and I really had bumped heads. And it is true, Mr Right jumped in and saved us from…uhm…if we carried on…a spanking….we were really acting like two little brats!<br /><br />But to be serious…I really had a great weekend with Mr Right. He is such a wonderful God fearing man and he is proud of that, I am looking up to him, I respect him, he is my mentor, my idol and the man I will be proud to call my husband one day! I really am in love!!!<br /><br />A changed Tantrumgirl....or not? </span>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-10991871517355837442009-10-10T07:44:00.002+02:002009-10-10T08:08:22.235+02:00And then he said "Stop it!"This has been one crazy week! Its been full of love, laughter, hard work and Cat fights! lolol<br />Why is it that two girls can have a normal, loving, friendship without any problems, but when Iguys start entering the scene, all that goes out the back door?<br /><br />Ok now don't misinterpret this statement. I really like Mr right! I think he is the best thing that ever happened to my friend, and he did not do anything to cause this turmoil, but for some reason Tantrumgirl and I have been bumping heads like to school girls this whole week!<br /><br />So last night we reached the peak of our bickering. Going back in our conversation I now realize how stupid it actually was!lololol. Anyway to come to my story this morning and the reason for my heading..... So there we were fighting with words in Capitals and they keep on getting bigger and bolder (we were on IM), Mr right on the other window, stuck in the middle of to hysterical woman! hehehehee<br /><br />Poor man, he talked, he try to calm us down, he try to explain, but nothing worked! We to hellcats just ignored him and later both of us where in tears! So eventually after probably getting tired of our nonsense, this sentence popped up from his IM window..."you are behaving like to little naughty girls, stop this right now!" and not long after "you are both asking for spanking" lololol<br /><br />Even through the elevated emotions and with tears streaming down my cheeks, I could not help to smile! lololol<br />He's not even my HOH, but boy that did stop us, and let us calm down a bit. lololol<br />I do suspect that this was not the first time he would have to step in, but I do know that what he told us after that is very true and I hope that he will in future remind us of that again.<br /><br />He said that fighting is not worth it. So true! Tantrumgirl, I love you with all my heart, you truly are my twin. We are both very stubborn and very emotional, but I would not want to have any other take your place! So yes these men is the very point our lives revolve around, but they are also our support and our comforters and occasionally we need them to set us straight and remind us of the impotent things in our lives.<br /><br />Love<br /><br />Cheeky CherryThe Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-17406389467035462262009-10-09T22:20:00.002+02:002009-10-09T22:26:04.793+02:00Best friendsTo my Friend Tantrumgirl, my Sister, my best friend and my confidant.<br /><br />Best Friend<br /><br />Through tears and fights,<br />Through smiles,<br />I knew everything<br />Would be alright,<br />Through love and hate,<br />Through betrayal and debate,<br />For you I would always have faith,<br />Being your sister as well as your<br />Best friend I knew<br />This friendship wouldn't end,<br />By your side I would always stand<br />And you'll stand by mine too,<br />Because that’s what best friends do,<br />So no matter what happens with us In life,<br />Through all of the wrongs<br />And all of the rights,<br />I’m here for you to be a best friend that’s true,<br />Cause I love you and that’s what Best friends do.<br /><br /><a style="COLOR: black; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/friend/poetry.asp?poem=15121#copyright">Best Friend by Tinynisha A. Bush</a>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-38331589149031276292009-10-04T14:20:00.008+02:002009-10-04T16:32:36.154+02:00Breaking News!This is a urgent report! Coming to you from The Wildones!<br />Tantrumgirl is in love!!! I repeat Tantrumgirl is in love!!<br />Innocent by standers report that the suspect first made contact with Tantrumgirl, after her profile has been interred onto a local dating site by her dearest friend, me.<br />Its been reported that a considerable amount of correspondence has been exchanged between them to such an agree that the contagious virus L.O.V.E has been uncontainable.<br />The ruthless investigators of tamed and untamed, has gone to considerable lenghts to obtain information relating to this case. Its been discovered that the suspect, who we believe is a vanilla, has unexpectedly roasted the rump of the poor victim to such an agree that he has left his mark in her heart (and else where for that matter). The attack seems to have taken place in the victems own office!<br />The victim has been classified as untreatable too this virus and docters says that she is constantly rambling on about the attack. The suspect who admit that he committed such an act also admitted that future actions might have to be taken to the same degree agian to avoid the victim's actions to become uncontrollable and he claims to be the only one capable of doing that.<br />Tantrumgirl, reported to investigators that the suspect is ruthless and unstoppable and that its been suspected that his high intelligence is the cause of his capability to adapt this new persona so quickly.<br />Friends and Family of Tantrumgirl appears amazed by the change in the victim's actions since the incident.<br />We urge all readers to keep in tough as an report by the victim herself is expected soon.<br />Reporting to you from Tamed and Untamed headquarters<br /><br />Cheeky CherryThe Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-91267598861194643532009-09-28T17:51:00.003+02:002009-09-28T18:12:05.473+02:00Boarding the Crazy trainThe Crazy train, the train of trouble.... When you get on, its hard to get off again.<br />Sometimes we find ourselves walking towards the platform, you know that you are heading towards trouble, but you just cannot resist the temptation.<br />For a split second your little voice ask you if you really think it will be worth it, but then you decide to proceed anyway and get on to the crazy train on your way to the carnival and you secretly hope that hubby will not realize that you skipped his fences and went off to the carnival.<br /><br />Unfortunately sooner or later that crazy train goes so fast that you either get thrown off when it looses control or you get yanked of by your dear husband. Either one you end up in front or under the crazy slapper!<br /><br />We often get asked on DD groups or Blogs of Forums, Why do you never learn your lesson? Why do you sometimes do things although you remember the result from the last time you did it?<br />Why do we ignore that little voice?<br /><br />I think one reason is that we like to convince ourselves that it will be worth it or sometimes we just want to test our husbands fences. Or is it that you just need to feel loved?<br /><br />Which ever it is, isn't it nice when all is done and you have that secured feeling of love, support, and structure?<br /><br />Cheeky Cherry, avoiding the station todayThe Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2209712629001288124.post-72370304681602513342009-09-17T23:39:00.011+02:002009-09-18T10:03:28.932+02:00Pleeaassee....tell me<span style="font-family:arial;">Is there someone out there who knows how to handle a "moody" <em>man</em>?..... LOL<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tantrumgirl, who is confused<br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">OH pick me, pick me.....lololol. Well my dear accomplice that is easy....... just start doing things the way you should do them! By the way, isn't that why God gave them woman? The be their help meets and show them some direction?lolol</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Cheeky Cherry, trying to stay on the path, but keep on noticing the green grass on the other side of the fence!</span></span>The Wild oneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03101591360372822122noreply@blogger.com1