Dumb-booty Neighbors

Ok, it is well known that there will always be one person in the neighborhood who just makes one wish the Darwin Awards would come with a forced tubal or vasectomy. Now, I am not going to comment on the neighbor's parenting skills. This is just her latest display of idiocy.
Now, when we moved in, she was shocked that we were not on food stamps (yes, I said food stamps, not public assistance, this is my blog, I'm not under any restrictions to be PC, don't like it? The door is across the room, feel free to use it.
First this woman was shocked that we are not on food stamps. Then, she tries to sell her food stamps to me, a recovering alcoholic, to buy 2 bottles of vodka, one vanilla one marshmallow. (Ewww). And she obsesses over this stuff if I even say that I need to think about it or I need to check with Master. Because, you know, I should not have to take my Husband's thoughts and opinions into consideration when it comes to fraud!
Her 50 year old mother in law lives with them and she has been asking ME for blood pressure pills for her mother in law (Mooch50, since she is 50 years old) for over a month now, because Mooch50 can't find a damn doctor to give her a refill (ANY ER will do it, btw). 1st of all, my dose is double Mooch50's, 2nd of all, Mooch50 is an adult and not my responsibility, 3rd of all, its illegal, 4th of all, if I give her my pills, where does that leave me? Never mind the fact that she knew the entire life of the original script she needed to find a doctor before she ran out, AND the urgent care already gave her 2 extra weeks when she ran out. But, when I say, no I am NOT giving Mooch50 the meds that prevent ME from having a stroke because, at 31, I am more responsible then Mooch50 (and I said it just like that, except with names and not Mooch50), I am a stingy bitch? Really? Immature much? Selfish much?
Today, she tagged along while I took little man with me to pick up our glasses. She held the receipt for me while I got ready to drive home and she was floored by how much I paid for the glasses after my insurance took care of it. She was shocked that it cost $214 for two pairs of glasses. "You don't have medicaid? $2 for my glasses with them." LMAO her "glasses" are the $2 readers from Walmart that they sell with the sunglasses. And she never knows where they are and between her and Mooch50, they are always breaking glasses.
Nope, I actually get REAL glasses so I can, you know, actually see when I do things like drive or read? And i actually get my son REAL glasses. I prefer to pay the money now for actual glasses then to wait and get him the cheap "readers" which are not fitted for him and do not have his script in them, especially while his eyes are still changing.
Have a little respect for your kids, for yourself, and for your safety, lady. Augh!! @@

Worried

I know this is a slave blog, at least for now, but it is also a family blog. There is an issue that I just need to get off my chest and think aloud about. Everyone knows I am very close to my grandfather. He is the light of my life, the first man I ever really loved. Around him, I am the Italian Princess. Back in February, he was in a head on collision with a drunk driver and has been in a rehab hospital ever since. I just spoke to him and he didn't sound too good. His speech was slurred, he couldn't remember anything from the month around the accident, he didn't remember if he called me for my birthday, he was getting confused, he called me by the wrong number (I am PG#1, and he called me PG#4, family joke is he numbers the kids so he doesn't have to remember names, but he has never forgotten numbers, ever). He couldn't remember which of my uncles picked him up for a BBQ on Sunday or where he went. I am worried and scared. I really don't know what I would do without Grandpa. He kept the family together when Grandma passed, even though they were no longer married, he still loved her until the day she took her last breath. I just don't know what I would do. I don't like to think about the possibility, even though I know it is inevitable. There is still so much he has left to teach all of us. Even though they were no longer married, Grandpa taught me what it is to really love someone, no matter what happens, to really love someone. He was the first one to encourage me to enlist, to marry a military Man, to follow Him all over the world, to support Him. He was the first one I would call with good news. If something happens to Grandpa, I don't want to think about it. I got off the phone with him and cried, the man I spoke to didn't seem like my Grandpa. He is different, he has changed. I am so scared, so worried. I don't want to think about the last two times one of my grandparents went into the hospital. All of this because of a drunk driver who hit his car. I am so scared, I can't imagine a world where I can't just call Grandpa, a world where i can't ask his opinion or get his thoughts on something. I am so worried. Worried for Grandpa, worried for the family, for my mom and her siblings. I am worried about what it would do to them if something happened. I am scared about going on without him, worried about not having him here. I just don't know what to do. I want my grandpa back, the grandpa I knew, the grandpa I grew up with....

The Non-Rookie Slave

Since my sister has dubbed herself the rookie slave, I figured I would call my intro the opposite, but not make myself sound like a slut, lol. I am M, or Bright Eyes. I have been involved in this lifestyle as a slave in one way or another for 16 years, 11 of them with the same Dominant, my Master, whose collar I have been officially wearing for almost 3/4 of that time. I was officially collared s a Gorean slave a little over a year ago. I am what I call a reformed pain slut. At one point in my life, I needed the physical pain of the whip to feel anything, to have the pleasure people said came with sex. Now, while i do enjoy the pain occasionally, I do not need it to hurt to be able to feel the pleasure any longer. I can still orgasm from the pain, but I do not need it any more. I am the more lesbian of the two of Master's slaves and I do have my own girlfriend whom I love as well. Since I have been involved in this lifestyle for so long, I know the routines, rituals and chores I need to follow, my biggest issue is implementing them and following through. This is also the first time since marrying Master that I have been able to actually have a playroom set up for His enjoyment. I have my own principles and beliefs where BDSM is involved and i fully intend to live up to them, instilling them into the different aspects of my lifestyle with Master. Because I have been under Master's collar for so long, the rules for me and my behavior are not as strict. I think I might need to attempt to enforce the more strict rules my sister has for at least a little while. Master has a job that takes Him far away from home a lot so I have become complacent lately in my role and position within our family and dynamic. I have become too comfortable with the way I live out my submission. I need to get back to the way it used to be, how diligent I was in the past to my slave duties and my household duties. I hope that I can get myself back on track so I can be an example and a mentor for my sister as she continues to learn, grow and develop along the way. What right do I have to think I can teach her the ways of the slavegirl when my own attitude has drifted away from the attitude of a slavegirl? This will be a journey for both me and my sister, one that, hopefully, ends on a positive note.