Pretty Nails!

I sat on the couch and Chael took my toe and nail polish off while we listened to Wrath of Khan on the SyFy channel.  Then I layed down on my belly with a pillow on the blanket Chael put out for me and he rubbed my feet with my Fair Trade Foot Lotion...  He took me to task a little about how I've "been neglecting" my feet - translation:  I've got to choose them more for daily massages to keep them all nice and smooth by him.

Again, he has no foot thing at all.  It's just another aspect of pampering me.

Oh, but adorable and I've forgotten to mention in the past:  Whenever he massages my feet or hands he kisses them each when he finishes them.  With a non-limb-end area like back or such, we either just end with me telling him thank you or we give each other a small peck as I get up.

Ugly nails before:



During:



Pretty nails after:



I'm wearing the big fluffy, warm bathrobe he got me a few years ago that I wear whenever it's chilly around the house.

Art Presents

I love when Chael buys me things.

 

 

The End.

Laser and Nail Polish

So, I got up early today and did Grit - Strength class for the first time.  It's 30 minutes of HIIT.  It was good.

Came home and Chael let me in (our door keys don't work  right... we've had the maintenance people fix it once already and that lasted about a day).  Then he took a nap until it was time for us to go get lasered and grocery shop.

In the meantime, I sat in the livingroom talking with my leather family (Delta Sigma, linked to the right) and drawing with the pad and pencils Chael bought me last night.  I did my first drawing in 2 years today.  It's HERE.  I had block so bad that I hadn't even doodled in all that time... I'd been focusing on skin art, instead.

Errands went well and on the way back, with Chael driving his truck, Chael asked if he could trade a rub for polish remover.

 

Me:  What?  I don't understand... You want some? What?

Him:  I owe you two rubs today, we didn't do one yesterday.  I was thinking to trade one for polish remover.

Me:  I... still don't understand.  What do you mean?

Him:  I mean taking your nail polish off in place of one of the rubs.

Me:  Oh, okay!

 

He's got nothing special about hands or feet or polish or anything... it's just that mine Really look like hell because I'm not getting regular mani/pedi's lately and I'm too lazy to keep up on it well myself.  So I'm all kinds of chipped and barely-there nail polish right now.  Plus, he's done it for me in the past and I like how I feel pampered by it so I was totally willing to trade a massage.

We were at Subway before the lasering appointment talking a bit about my weights class this morning and my drawing again.  I told him I was starting to think I wasn't going to be losing any or much more weight at this rate; I'd been stalled at 190 for about 3 months now.  I expressed that, if that was the case, I wasn't upset as I felt so much better and felt like I looked good and I was SO happy with my health and movement ability now.  Every time at the gym I feel a bit stronger and healthier, even without more weightloss I'm seeing improvement over time.  So if I don't lose more, I'm content with staying this size and rocking my workouts.

 

Chael says, "I think you're going to lose more weight".

"Why?" (with a laugh)

"Because you're totally psychotic about the gym"

(I laugh some more)

 

He expresses being really proud of my workouts and my drawing again.

He also expresses that he doesn't like going to the gym.

On asking me on the ride out to lasering if we were going to the gym  tonight I replied that I wasn't... but that I felt like telling him *he* was.  He grumbled about it and said he'd rather not exercise at the gym.  I asked where he wanted to do it.  He said at home.  I, then, asked what he would do there.  He answered that he'd do weights for a change.  I said that was okay.

As long as he gets a workout in.

 

We're about to head out to Hobby Lobby to get me charcoals and other stuff we couldn't pick up last night.

 

Artsy Stuff

I've been loading stuff up on my art blog the past week and have been feeling like producing some more.  I've been in a slump drawing and painting-wise for a while and focusing solely on the body work.

I expressed an interest in starting again and Chael asked why I didn't.  I told him I didn't have supplies, as I was thinking they are luxuries and I shouldn't spend my money on things I don't absolutely need right now.

He offered to buy them  for me.  I asked if he was serious and he said yes.

 

So we went to the gym tonight and I sweated my butt off at Zumba while he did treadmill.  Soggy with sweat we went to the local Walmart on the way home and got some paper and pencils... we're going to be down by Hobby Lobby tomorrow so we're going to hit there for charcoals and fixative and such.

Chael, bless his heart, had to go through me trying to pick pencils.  I won't go into detail, but it's rather involved and takes a definitely more than normal  length of time.

We're now back home and I've no idea what I want rubbed.

I'm feeling like going to bed at a reasonable hour tonight so we'll have our before-sleep cuddles.

I spent some time online today ordering dried fruits and flavored macadamia nuts for Chael's Christmas stocking.

Cutting Done - Warning Blood

We did the cutting, finally.

Chael comes back and enters my room all excited with himself and tells me he bought things for me, "special presents!".   So I get up and go see what he bought.

He'd bought me two sets of hand-sanitizer bottles and two sets of scissors lol.  And had me immediately put one pair of the scissors in my sharps kit.

We did the cutting and it went really well.  I could tell it hurt him a lot in places, he was catching his breath at times and tensing/wiggling at times to where I would have to pause for a second or be extra careful in my cuts until he stopped moving.  But, he took it like a champ and it was great.

It was a design from my drawing that can be found on my art blog here:  Flesh - Drawing

Below is the final image of it after we'd taken a shower together and I scrubbed the blood off him and it had time to scab up.  If you want to see more photos of it and the process visit here:  Flesh - Cutting Version - Blood Warning



After all that was done, I took my turn on the massage table for Chael could try to massage my quads.  It went so-so.  He was frustrated because he felt like he wasn't actually doing anything since he could barely put any pressure on me because it hurt me so much; I was frustrated that he kept hurting me so much while being frustrated he couldn't press harder.

But it was nice anyways, after a bit he relaxed and we both enjoyed him doing a very light massage.  Legs still hurt a ton afterwards, but during was a relief.

Then we parted ways to bum around the house on our own, me coming into my bedroom here to fiddle online.  He comes in a couple times to say "hi" like usual.... Then he comes in and tells me I've been terribly neglecting my feet lately and they were getting all dry again.  I look back at him like "wtf?" and see he's brought the Fair Trade Foot Lotion in and is preparing to put lotion on my feet for me.

I just grinned to myself, kept typing and happily pretended to ignore him while he rubbed the lotion into my feet and then left.

He's so sweet.