Platonic D/s relationship

If you type “Platonic D/s relationship” in Google or Fetlife or any other web sites, the results that come up are often of little value. I’ve been doing a lot of research on that topic, since my relationship with Daddy is not completely Daddy/little nor is it full blown D/s complete with whips and chains. My curious mind wants to find something that fits. I want to learn more and know more. I want to understand. I want to define that relationship so that I can explain what it is. By understanding, I can help others like me who are seeking such relationships. I am afraid a single post is not going to cover all. But down the rabbit hole we go, if you are willing to explore.

Keep in mind, each relationship is unique. Some questions or concerns are better left to the parties envolved to explore and discover. What I am writing here are some things that I noted and feel comfortable to share. Hope by writing this, I’ll be able clear your mind as well as mine.

From the very beginning, Dad has been clear to me that there cannot be any sexual understone to our relationship. He’s firm on that rule and he’d stop me in my tracks if any topics come remotely close to anything that may undermine my marriage. At times, I felt extremely frustrated. Because, I too, want to play. I want to claim him as MY Dominant. My Sir. There lies the danger though. That kind of thinking will eventually destroy my marriage. Both Dad and I know that, so we do our best to avoid going down that path. When I periodically fail to understand, Dad would patiently hold my hand and guide me back to the right path.

What exist between Dad and I is profound. Something that I, at times, struggle to understand. Three years ago, I went to him for guidance and leadership. One topic led to another, we just connected. I asked him to adopt me as his daughter, he agreed and turned around to say I adopted him instead. Guess at this point, we adopted each other into our lives that we each can no longer live without. At one point, we even agreed that we are soul bound. Yes, that can happen out side of marriage. People can be soulmates without getting married and without having sex. Took me a while to wrap my head around that, but it made sense.

He is a natural leader and I respond to him almost effortlessly. There was never a need for him to coerce me into doing anything. He didn’t need to treaten me with a spanking or any punishments. He’d make a suggestion that betters my life, I’d usually follow without much compliant. Mind you, some of those suggestions do require me to work extra or sacrifice some. The end results, however, have always been rewarding. My relationship with Hubby is now a lot more stable. I developed a habit of tracking our finances each day. So other than our mortgage, we are completely debt free. Heck, I even lost 20lbs during the process. Climbed a hill the other day without huffing and puffing was a good feeling. One good thing led to another, my life is a lot more stable now compared to 3 years ago. Now, that’s something to tout about in face of a pandemic.

Having said all of that, I walked into Dad’s world when he was at his lowest point in life. He is human just like any of us. I can see his weakness clear as day. Instinctually, I want to make his life better as he did with mine. You know how macho men can be when faced with their weakness. There was resistance at first, but as trust and respect grew, he is more accepting of my help now. He call it nagging or hagging or what have you, I have my ways to make sure his needs are met as well.

He leads, I follow. He is my protector, I am his safety net. All of this can be done without sex or play. I am starting to unlearn some of the things I know about D/s and adjust to his style of parenting and leadership. A helpful tidbits for those of you who are still interested in platonic D/s relationship, punishment should only be the last resort. Both Dominant and submissive have failed in one way or another if punishment is needed to absolve a problem.

That’s all for today. Shall ask Dad more questions when mind is less tired. Stay safe everyone.

An Itch to Write

Been having issues with wp that my posts are not posted properly. But since I want to clear my head and organize my thoughts, I’ll still write some here. If it gets read, great! if not, I’d still reach my original goal of just clearing my head.

I am a submissive by nature. No doubt with that statement. From my daily interactions with my clients and coworkers, my relationship with Hubby, to my relationship with my Dad 3.0 all revolve around my need to please others. Sometimes, I’d bend over backwards so much to make other happy, I’d wore myself out and become a person I didn’t intend to be. During those times, I need someone who can read the situation and tell me when to stop. Or redirect some of my energy to something that’s more important in my life. Someone to ground me, when I am spiraling out of control. Someone to confide with, when I am having a bad day. Someone who has the courage to tell me that I am right or wrong. Someone whom I can look up to and be like “you know what? If I am half as good or intelligent as that person, I’d be happy!”

Of course that someone I am talking about is my Dad 3.0. He has all of those above qualities and more. He has his weaknesses as well. After all he is human just like any of us. Out side of my marriage. I have wanted Dad 3.0 to be my Dominant and I want to be his submissive. It’s a subject I spoke about with him ad nauseum. The ultimate answer from him has always been a firm “No”. I often felt hurt in those conversations, but as days, weeks, and months go by, I tend to recover more quickly as I am starting to understand the reason behind his “No”.

Any D/s couple can tell you that their relationship can be charged with incredible amount of sexual tension. As Daddy has pointed out, sex or play scenes only comprise about 3-4% of any couples’ lives. Rest of the times spent together are just day to day interactions. There are good and bad days. Most of the days are just mundane. What we read about on internet and books tend to skew our perception of what a D/s lifestyle really is behind doors. Having said that, Dad did not want me as his submissive for the simple reason of the precarious nature of that arrangement. Once agreed upon, it’s a slippery slop from there. I clearly know that as I am extremely curious into any thing BDSM. That alone lies the danger to my marriage. So we agreed not to open that Pandora’s box.

That, my dear readers, leaves us 94% of our time in a father-daughter relationship. Once BDSM is taken out of the equation, things become more simple. Less land mines to step on per se. Dad still provides me with what I need to thrive. Remember the part about what I need when I am spiraling out of control? Dad is that touch stone that centers my life. He still fills a lot of the roles a good dominant should have. The relationship is there alive and strong. I am starting to realize that no special titles are needed between him and me. He is Daddy and I am his little girl. Cared for, loved for, and forever goofy and curious.

How to “safeword” a relationship

I’ve been spending a lot of time on other aspects of my life lately that I’ve been neglecting this blog for eons it seems. What important stuff? You ask. Well, you know, saving money and loosing weight. As it turns out, they kinda go hand in hand. Eat less, weigh less. Anywhoozly, that’s not what I came here to write about. Use of a different kind of safeword in any relationship shall be my main focus today.

Life will always have its ups and downs. Year 2020 is the year where life decided to play a joke on us all. Endured loads of changes since March. By now, you’d think I should adapt to all the changes that were thrown at me, but as it turned out, I had a straw that broke a camel’s back moment this past weekend. I shut down. There wasn’t any shouting nor lashing out, I just went silent. I hid in our bedroom, spaced out, and all the problems that were bothering me, just for a brief moment, went away. I usually spend that time chatting with Dad. But I didn’t want to alarm him that something went wrong, so I just went poof for twelve or so hours. Dad, being who he is, was naturally displeased with my decision. We spoke about what had happend, and as I came to realize today, I may choose to “safeword” in those situations with Dad.

There are constant daily exchanges between Dad and I. Despite him living thousands of miles away, he pretty much knows about my schedule and whereabouts majority of the time. He wanted to make sure that I am in a good place before he goes to sleep. Any problems that came up during work tend to melt away as I chat with him on my way home. Apparently, there is this nonstop engagement that I sometimes need a break from. Didn’t know that it could happen, but it happened. I was afraid to tell him I wanted to disengage so I could have more room to think and sort out my thoughts and emotions. I didn’t want him to worry and I certainly didn’t want to draw his attention. I felt vulnerable, but at the same time I was afraid of myself for lashing out or saying something wrong to offend…I ended up worrying him. Felt bad afterwards and now I learned a better way to go about that problem.

Dad mentioned that in those situations, all I need to do is to alert him that I needed a safe, quiet space to myself. Trust that he will respect that quiet space. When I feel ready to talk, he will listen and offer help when needed. He said that is akin to safeword in a scene. That simple gesture will alow me the space to breathe while not alarming him. We can then regroup later and talk about what had happend. This same concept can be applied to my relationship with Hubby. That way, I can avoid making mistakes in heat of the moment and communicate in a more effective way afterwards. Shall definitely give it a try the next time when I feel like shutting down. Can’t promise I’d do it all the time, but I will try.

Now to make things less serious and slightly more light hearted, I shall think of a funny safeword for those situations…

Mandarin word of the day: 父亲 (Father)

An interesting thought came up the other day while talking to Dad on the phone. We were talking about how ecstatic I was walking inside an Asian market when we visited Dad a few weeks back. I was amused by the fact that I was the only Chinese girl trailed by two white guys. While Hubby was no stranger to asian markets, it was Dad’s first time visiting one. Him being a redneck and all made the trip even more amusing and memorable as I twirled around the market showing him what a bitter melon was, what my favorite childhood candies look like, and how preserved duck eggs appear dark in color… I was casually conversing with the clerk in mandarin as we checked out, a thought gradually came about and materialized the other day when we revisited that particular memory.

You see I am still adjusting to the fact that I now have a father who cares for and loves me as if I am his own. The transition for him to have a second daughter has been effortless and natural. However, for me, I still struggle at times. I thought to the period when I was with my previous father, how uncomfortable and fearful I was of him. There was no cultural nor language barrier between him and I, yet we were distant. There’s a lot of pain lingering from that relationship. So naturally I am slightly reserved with this one. Afterall, how could a redneck with minimal knowledge of Chinese culture understand me let alone be my father? Yet as unlikely as the arrangement may seem, our relationship grows stronger each day as we talk about our daily lives, explore our strength and weakness, share our thoughts, participate in our shenanigans, and more…

The thought, as I told Dad, was that if I were to introduce him as my Dad in mandarin to other people such as to that store clerk, there will be this sense of finality to my relationship with him. To this day, I’ve been referring him as Dad in English but never in manderin. To refer to him as 父亲 (father) or 爸爸(dad), in my mind, will psychologically and permanently replace my previous dad. It’s odd, I know, but instead of uttering those words with distain or trepidation, I’ll be casually saying “他是我爸 (he is my Dad)” with sense of love and pride. I’d say I’ve reached a milestone for my mind to come up with that thought. It means my mind is more at ease and is healing from my past. Eventhough, there are still some kinks to work out here and there, but I am happy where I am. Eachday when I wake up knowing that my loved ones are safe and sound is another beautiful day!

An Elementary Writing Prompt

Remember those elementary writing assignments that had asked you to write about your dad or mom? I used to draw a blank on those essays because my knowledge of my Dad 2.0 or Mom 2.0 was next to zero. Made up a lot of generic traits that a dad or mom should have. Barely squeezed by with passing grade and life went on. Never gave it much thought until now. I want to attempt this assignment again with a twist. I will write about Dad 3.0, my Daddy Dom.

Life tend to be one dimensional when we were kids. Personalities and emotions then were not as complex. I was an obedient kid. Parents were parents. Nothing more and nothing less. That obedience has now blossomed to full submission. My interaction with Dad 3.0 is a mixture of father-daughter and dominant-submissive. D/s has been an added dimension that enriches our fundamental father-daughter relationship. Because I am married to Hubby, Dad and I are very careful at safe guarding my marriage while maintaining a unique D/s dynamic thats seldomly mentioned in blogs I’ve read.

I do not identify with Littles. There is a little girl inside of me thats true, but I do not like age play. None of the glitters, coloring books, nor stuffed animals. I am an adult but still kid at heart. Adult responsibilities will always come first. When there is room to play, I will play. Dad treats me in such way.

Dad 3.0 is wise and patient. I’ve never seen him lose his temper. He is a very giving person. He’d give and give until there is nothing to give. He is not perfect and has his vices. He’d always place others before him to a point he neglects himself. Sometimes it agitates me to hear his tired voice over the phone. He’s out helping his neighbors again. Has he had enough to eat or has he had enough sleep?

He is the leader of our family of four: my sister, Hubby, and I. He’s made and learned from a lot of his mistakes in life, thus his wisdom I come to respect. He don’t like to force any of us to do things he wanted. He’d see things that would benefit us and would persistently (sometimes annoyingly) point us toward the direction he wants us to go. He is willing to see us make our own mistakes. As long as there’s no major harm, he is willing to let us struggle and learn from our failures.

I don’t like to be a brat. In fact I hate to be a brat just to get his attention. I always want to strive for my best. When I come up short, I have a bad habit of being overly critical with myself. I had asked Dad to spank me once. Dad simply said no and walked me through my problems without me feeling less of myself. Him and I both know that spanking is not an effective punishment for me. He’d rather not use it unless he feel the absolute need to. Many times a slight change in his tone of voice is enough for me. I know I’ve disappointed him and I feel awful when that happens. When he sees that, he will use that opportunity to build me up rather than to tear me down. What once was a problem would soon dissolve into tears followed by laughter.

I am his daughter first and foremost. Our D/s relationship just formed naturally from there. We have our set routines of checking into eachother. Those routines are not preset rules, those formed because we deeply cares about eachother. Submission, in my mind, is about seeing the wisdom in Dad and follow with an inquisitive mind. It’s being my Dad’s safety net, because we are all humans. When he fails, I can step up and help. Submission is active not passive. It’s about seeing the need in him and fulfilling that need. I suppose Dad will say the same thing but bit different from a Dominant’s perspective. Principle is the same, fufilling eachother’s needs.. Ying and yang. What a beautiful simple concept and image in my mind…

There, finally a peice I am satisfied with to fulfill that decade old writing prompt. In this day and age, my elementary school teacher will probably have a coronary reading about D/s relationship. That somehow tickles me to no end. Some people will never get It. Oh well…

Summer Update

Shifted my attention away from blogging in past few months. Turned it inward and got to understand myself a bit better. Think I’ve matured somewhat and I am finally taking care of my body as well. Instead of the COVID 15, I’ve lost 10 pounds or so. Planning to loose 20 lbs more!

Been doing well amid all the craziness that’s going on this year. I swear people are getting much more impatient these days. Some of my good clients are now easy to anger. Luckily I don’t need to see them face to face anymore. Just phone conversations, sweet and simple. Speaking of luck, both Hubby and I still work full time. Life is as good as it gets for an introvert like me.

Planning a trip to Dad’s next week. I am super excited and slightly anxious. Air travel is going to be a whole different ball game post Covid. Face masks, hand sanitizers, wiping down seats and trays, holding our beath, no coughing, no sneezing…you know, the whole nine yards. We now have a new vocab for non-compliant white women “Karen” wonder if we are going to see any Karens on our trip…

Now to the meat of all my rambling thoughts. I am still very much in a D/s relationship, not exactly with my Hubby per se, but with my Dad 3.0. Now please pause and pull your minds out of the gutter, it is not the typical relationship that you’d read on daily basis. There are no written rules or protocols. There is no kinkery involved. Yet my life is a lot more structured and grounded simply through talking with Dad every day.

Eventhough there is no written rules or protocols, there is an over arching rule for me in this relationship and that’s is I will not harm myself through action or inaction. Sounds pretty black and white doesn’t it? In fact, it can be quite subtle at times and it applies to pretty much everything in my life. When I was first introduced to the rule I was a bit underwhelmed. “Don’t think I’ve ever cut myself or caused physical harm to myself” “what is he talking about? This is going to be easy peasy” as it turned out over the year, it’s not easy. Let me repeat, it’s not easy at all!

To be able to follow that rule, I need to open up my mind to him. Most of the time he sits and watches all that’s going on in my head. He’d wait for me to talk about my problems or things that bothered me. Some problems are easier to solve than others. The ones that have no right answers…well those were the ones I wish he’d be close by to give me a hug and a kiss on my forehead.

Like the other day, I watched a documentary titled “One Child Nation” through Netflix. It hit home, and it hit pretty hard. For those of you who had followed me for a while know I was adopted when I was about 5 months old. My life is a product of that One Child Policy and Chinese people’s deep seeded value for boys. I would not exist if my parent’s first child was a boy. I would not exist if my mom was to force abort. I would not exist if my parents decided to ditch me on side of a bridge. Against all odds, I am lucky and blessed to be where I am today and writing to you all about my life.

A niggling problem came about after that documentary. I am starting to wonder if I should contact my biological parents. It’s something I am talking to my Dad about. It’s not an easy decision for me to make. It’s easy for an outsider to say of course she should contact her biological parents! Such a wonderful story that’d restore faith to humanity. But my life is not a drama series out to make money. For me, it’s extremely difficult and inexplicably painful. I’ve experienced the worst heartache from my adoptive family and I’ve found love in most unexpected places. I am content with what I have now and I am afraid to open myself up to strangers even if they are my blood relatives…see how all of these thoughts can bring harm to myself if I hold all of those in?

Back to the rule of not harming myself through action or inaction. I can hold all of those thoughts in my mind and slowly let those thoughts fester (inaction) or I can just talk about it with Dad and still be loved no matter what decision I ended up making. That’s the D/s dynamic we have. There are more. Nothing exciting or orgasm inducing. Mundane and boring to most, but to me, it’s quintessential.

What was Lost

I started gaming when I was a sophomore in undergrad. At that time, many of my friends were into WoW, but I couldn’t play that game because I had a crappy Dell laptop with the most basic of graphics card. Felt slightly left out until one of my roommates introduced me to MapleStory (a cute game that even a crappy laptop could handle) and that was the beginning of my online gaming saga. Back then I had little to no self control. So I spent all the free time I could find playing that game. Those were the times I pulled all nighters.

Pulling all nighters was possible to do when I was away from home, but during school breaks, my mom, especially, would always get mad when she saw me playing games. So I honed my reflexes and got really good at alt-tabing. I knew she was suspicious at times, but if nothing was mentioned, I’d carry on as usual. Was really annoyed at her that she never understood my gaming needs. Annoyed until I put on my big girl pants after I lost her.

Ever since she passed, there was no longer any external pressure against gaming. During that griefing period, I played a lot of games while neglecting my adult responsibilities. Chores were left undone and bills were left unpaid. Gaming was my escape mechanism. As time went on, I hated whom I became. You can refer to her as a lazy slob essentialy. There was this constant internal turmoil going on in my head when I gamed. So gradually I weaned myself off of gaming and took control over my life. First my work, then my temper, now finance and cooking. I am mostly on the right track now until quarantine hits.

During this period, I am considered as an essential worker, but in past two weeks I got sick with mild flu like symptoms. Test came back neg, but I still took precaution and stayed home. While physically fatigued, I spent first week talking on the phone with Dad a lot while Hubby was working remotely from home. Mind you, I used to hate talking on the phone for extended period of time, but talking to Dad somehow eases my mind even if it’s about cars or mowers. As I got better and regained my stamina, I caved into a PC game that had came out last year. Planet Zoo. It’s a sandbox game that allows me to build a zoo of my wildest dreams. As you guessed, I got sucked into that game. Some old habits die hard you know.

This time around though, I know not to neglect my chores. Prioritized everything else before gaming except for a few things. When Dad called, I’d sometime not pick up the phone right away. Was busy trading animals for in-game currency or busy finding that perfect decor. I am aware of that and I do struggle to make the right decision. Sorry Dad… Yesterday morning I found myself coming up with excuses on why that game was so fun and good for me. All of a sudden I was reminded of the past. I lost someone precious. I still miss her and wonder about what she would think of the current me. Some of what had lost were recovered when Dad 3.0 adopted me. His making sure I work first play later is one of those. Not annoyed but appreciative.

As the novelty of adoption is starting to wear off, I find myself taking certain things for granted. Namely talking on the phone with Dad. I often find my mind wandering elsewhere while he’s on certain subjects only to engage when I am interested. I don’t like that I am doing it. Sometimes I slip into my old ways, but sometimes I catches myself. Just writing to let Dad know that I am trying. This goes to Hubby as well. I know I have a bad habit of not paying attention in a conversation and letting the mind wonder. Shall work on that along with many other things.

That’s the early morning thought of the day. Stay safe everyone. Shall write again when the Thought Train stops by.

Memory

Woke up with a bloody nose. Haven’t had those in a while. Well I lied. I did had another one at work the other day. Was complete ninja about it that my client didn’t even notice! Think it’s the California climate that’s making my nose bleed. Booo! Another reason to move…

Watched a documentary on Memory last night. Gave me the inspiration to write some more today. Afterall, I have selective memories. At times I really worry that I’ll end up with a Dory brain (Finding Nemo reference)

Now a day, when you hear people go on a vacation, you often hear them say that they need a vacation from their vacation. Not me! Came home depressed that my vacation ended too early. Two weeks after this Californian dry air, my nose seems to agree as well.

Trying to recall the most memorable moments of my vacation with Dad, sis, and Hubby. Think the one that stood out the most was when we were out cutting wood and Dad’s saw won’t start. The little girl in me watched anxiously as Dad tried and tried again with his saw. She was worried about the impact it would have on his elbow and watched helplessly as the rain clouds came ever closer. As if he knew what was on her mind, Dad stopped his attempts. Sat her down next to him on the log he was going to cut and they talked. It had a calming effect on her. Listening to the frogs in the distance and occasional laughter from the truck, they revealed in the music that nature had to offer. How perfect that moment was for the four of us. Would love to go back there and listen to the Kit music again.

The saw eventually cave under Dad’s will. We cut, split, and loaded a second trailer full of wood just before the rain came down. Ha! Another one of Kit’s favorite tunes…

Bah! The sirens that’s waking up the dogs. Time to sleep now that the bleeding had stopped. Memory safely stored in the memory bank. She can rest easy for remainder of the night.

It’s been a while…

I’ve been very lazy about blogging in recent months. Truth of the matter is, I no longer have the desire to be heard or understood via an online community. My daily interactions with my loved ones, coworkers, and clients are enough to keep me busy and occupied. What’s significant about that is those who care about me see me for who I am. I no longer need to hide certain parts of me, because all parts of me are seen and cared for in one way or the other.

It’s definitely a good thing. For those who wonder occasionally on how I am doing, I am doing well in general. Actually, I am doing great! Given the original nature of this blog, I know some of you are wondering how my submissive side is doing. She is doing well too. That bit is slightly harder to explain, but I’ll try my best.

My original intent on starting this blog is to write about my D/s journey with my Hubby. We tried M/s. Well we fumbled through that stage and came to the realization that there are certain things we cannot change in a person. It’s hard for Hubby to be a Dominant and it’s just as hard for me not to be a submissive. Having said all of that, Hubby is still my husband. I am starting to see certain wisdom in His decision making that I previously had missed. So in away I am more trusting of His leadership than I was before. This is going to be an ongoing process. We learn as we go type of thing.

For a while I was confused about what I need as a submissive. Was it the protocols or the rules that I needed to keep me grounded? Or was it the amazing sex and fabled subspace that I fantasized about and desired for? …or was it something deeper that resonates with my submissive and/or even my little girl side of me?

As it turns out, it’s something deeper. It is love. That unconditional love you see in most well maintained parent child relationships. That unconditional love you see when an old man kisses his wife on the forehead. Unconditional love… what is it? It’s a feeling shared between, two, three, four (in my case), or more people that no matter what happens, we will work together and solve eachother’s problems. No one is left behind. No flaw is great enough for any of us to stop loving eachother. Be it between husband and wife, father and daughters, we are all in this together to face any challenges that life has to offer. Some of us are naturally good at leading, some of us are naturally good at following. Each of us doing our part to make our relationships strong. In that environment, I feel my submissive side shine. She is doing her part to serve the people she loves. To see them relaxed, happy, or thrive in this crazy world we live in is her greatest reward. Of course she worries for the unknowns, but she is comforted in knowing that at times there are no solutions to problems at hand, but she is not facing those problems alone.

In the months I’ve been silent, I came to realize that D/s relationships that people read online are overly fetishized. People “new” to the concept are distracted by the sexual aspect of It. The reason I quoted new is that we at one point or another have all gone through some sort of D/s relationship. Parent/child, teacher/student, employer/employee. Principle behind those relationships are more or less the same. A good leader sees the potential in His (using that as a generic term, too lazy to be politically correct) followers. He is patient and kind. He sees the pitfalls and lays down paths ahead of His followers so that those following can trverse safely. In place of coercion, He leads by example. He is neither arrogant nor short tempered. On the flip side, a good follower sees the wisdom in her leader. She does not follow blindly, but she follows with respect. She looks out and cares for her leader. She is not weak nor is she incapable. One day that role may reverse. Hopefully by then, she will learn the wisdom to lead.

A Year in Review

Having a really slow day today. Decided to come here to write a little. As 2019 is coming to an end, I’d like to spend sometime to look back and see what we’ve accomplished this year.

Hubby had finally obtained his Master’s degree and is working at a job that demands a lot of his time and effort. He is having a rough time with his new job, but through it all, I feel we are still doing okay as a couple. Times like this, it’s easy for couples to grow apart. Especially if one party is having a tough time while the other is less supportive. While I finally am able to get one extra day off each week this year, I still find it hard at times to support him the way he needed. There are days when I feel down or tired and just want to lean on him for support, but his need for my support currently is greater than mine. So for now I am willing to set aside my needs to support him. That way he can get through it all safely and we can resume the fun we used to enjoy.

On the financial side of things and with months of practice at budgeting, I am finally able to keep a budget accurately and consistently. The need to keep a budget for us is simple. We are working super hard now so we can one day be debt free. The amount of stress and burden that we feel now will virtually disappear when that day come. With that said, in mere two weeks, we’ll be paying off my student loan finally. All 103k of it! It’s a good feeling that it will be finally paid off. Hubby, of course, helped tremendously in these past 6 months. It’s certainly a team effort to be disciplined with our money, but we are steadily getting rid of our debt load month by month. Next year we will be working on his student loan. If everything work in our favor, it will be gone within a year!

Speaking of saving money, that effort has lead me to cook a lot more at home during the latter half of this year. I’ve tried a lot of new recipes and am genuinely excited to try more. Christmas is coming up and we kind of have this no gift policy with all party involved. (We’ll see how that goes, because so far we’ve broken the rule already…) anyway!!! Hubby’s step dad is Hispanic. So I am thinking it will be neat for me to try to make a batch of tamales this weekend. What I’ve learned so far is that good tamales require lots of work. Mixing the masa to the right consistency and wrapping them all require time. It kind of reminds me of making chinese dumplings at home. The time and love that’s needed to make a dish enjoyed by all and the memories that followed are priceless compaired to latest trendy model of whatever. Shall get hubby involved in wrapping those tamales…that will be fun.

Now that I’ve mentioned Christmas…amongst all those stress of shopping and traveling, never forget to just simply enjoy the company of our loved ones. Think about it, many of those nicely wrapped gifts underneath our Christmas trees will eventually end up forgotten. It’s our time spent together with our loved ones that are most valuable and memorable. So take a moment to relax and appreciate the fact that we are safe and sound. That Christmas offers us a time of respite from the hardships that our life has to offer.

So to end this post. I shall send my love to my wonderful husband. Although times are tough right now, we will fight through it together. Cheer up! It’s almost vacation time! To my Father 3.0…hehe…thank you for all of your love and support. Not to embarrass you further, we shall return to our regularly scheduled poke, poke, poke. You may wipe off all the girl stink from your screen now. =D!

And to my readers, happy Holidays!