<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:21:45.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My service</title><subtitle type='html'>Learning to serve....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-108665833896055597</id><published>2004-06-07T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T17:04:39.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been gone.....</title><summary type='text'>I've got lost in transit for a moment, but I'm back now.  I've tried to catch up on my blog reading, but was only able to get to read Sarah's post for today.  It certainly was one to get the juices flowing bright and early in the morning.  Only thing better is to be in the midst of a fantasy of my own.....or a reality, even better.  Speaking of fantasies, I have one of being in a scene with two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/108665833896055597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/108665833896055597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108665833896055597' title='Been gone.....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-108158024438682253</id><published>2004-04-09T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T00:01:14.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless....</title><summary type='text'>Today was my off day, but unfortunately I didn't get to keep my regular routine of sleeping late and waking up long enough  to watch my TNT daytime shows and go back to sleep.  I was awakened from a deep drunken hungover sleep by work to go in and meet the movers and coordinate an office file move.  While waiting for the movers to get things situated I went in and talked to one of the guys that I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/108158024438682253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/108158024438682253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108158024438682253' title='Speechless....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-108146163230096780</id><published>2004-04-08T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T15:15:54.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy is ugly....</title><summary type='text'>A couple of weeks ago I went in search of some childhood friends and was able to locate them.  They are sisters that grew up in the same neighborhood with me.  They moved away while we were still in school, but we kept contact up until after we all got married and started having children.  Now we are all divorced and the children are all grown up.   To my surprise one of them still lives very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/108146163230096780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/108146163230096780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108146163230096780' title='Jealousy is ugly....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-108041540430581683</id><published>2004-03-27T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T11:26:56.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home.....</title><summary type='text'>Well I'm back home and rested.  I had a great time in Chicago.  The weather wasn't that bad either.  It was a little chilly when I first arrived, but it soon warmed up to the 50s and 60s.  My godson was awesome!  Even though his team lost, he made a lot of new friends and had lots of exposure.  He is definitely considered to be an NBA hopeful.  He decided that he would go on to college first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/108041540430581683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/108041540430581683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108041540430581683' title='Back home.....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107978510716455875</id><published>2004-03-20T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T04:21:49.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving....</title><summary type='text'>Well I'm out of here today, headed for cold and windy Chicago.  But I'm kinda excited about going.  It's officially spring here in sunny Cali. and I'm leaving to go to snow, wind, and rain.....I must stop adding "crack" to my daily vitamin supplement...lol  I've been up all night packing, trying not to take too much but making sure I have enough warm stuff.  I hate coats, but I'm taking one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107978510716455875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107978510716455875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107978510716455875' title='Leaving....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107950403749904596</id><published>2004-03-16T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T22:17:15.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better days....</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I guess it's time I blogged again.  I have been busy and tired and not felt a whole lot like writing, but I'm leaving town on Sat. and I wanted to share.  I won't drone on about not being owned, but life just isn't the same.  I had to call up an old "fuck buddy" for a quick fix.  It was alright, but there was not a lot of passion.  Kinda just going through the motions and that's just no fun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107950403749904596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107950403749904596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107950403749904596' title='Better days....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107828479882341287</id><published>2004-03-02T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T19:42:45.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good life....</title><summary type='text'>Well since my journey ended I haven't really been motivated to pay any attention to anything else but work.  One thing I learned when I first began with my former Master was that relationships would never be the same.  And now I know what He meant.  I still miss Him a bit, but I guess things happen for a reason.  I just don't know why yet?  I am in no rush to jump into anything and besides the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107828479882341287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107828479882341287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828479882341287' title='Good life....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107768664128133269</id><published>2004-02-24T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T21:26:49.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy nights and crazy days......</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so He is not out of my system yet!  What can I say?  How do I stop my heart from loving Him and my soul from needing Him?  It didn't start overnight, and I suspect it won't end overnight, soooo..... I went to bed last night with Him on my mind and the familiar moisture between my thighs.  I could hear His voice whispering in my ear and telling me how much that He wanted me to taste Him.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107768664128133269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107768664128133269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768664128133269' title='Fantasy nights and crazy days......'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107759485567730882</id><published>2004-02-23T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:57:02.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of sunshine......</title><summary type='text'>The rain is gone, but I hear it's only temporary.  We had a very beautiful sunny day today.  Everything is pretty and the sky is so clear.  I spoke with my friend today (former Master) and we had a very good conversation.  Though we will not be resuming our D/s relationship ;~(, I think that we may possibly be lifelong friends.  We discussed the events of the incident that came between us and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107759485567730882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107759485567730882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759485567730882' title='A day of sunshine......'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107744541131012092</id><published>2004-02-22T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T02:26:16.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain and migraine....</title><summary type='text'>I have been lying around the house for the past two days doing absolutely nothing!  It's raining and I don't like to be out in it.  I love to watch it and enjoy the sound of it hitting the windowsill.  I woke on Saturday to a migraine that was out of this world.  My head hurt so badly that it brought tears to my eyes.  It felt as if someone had driven a steel spike through my head and was still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107744541131012092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107744541131012092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107744541131012092' title='Rain and migraine....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107734948338839328</id><published>2004-02-20T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T23:47:26.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Released....</title><summary type='text'>My Master recently released me from His control due to an unfortunate misunderstanding.  I am disappointed, but I am not going to let it get me down and make me sad.  I would've hoped that W/we could work things out, but I just feel a little uncomfortable with the chain of events.  It appears that His friend is jealous of His relationships and set out on a mission to discredit Him.  For some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107734948338839328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107734948338839328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107734948338839328' title='Released....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107669496525489030</id><published>2004-02-13T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:00:00.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better.....</title><summary type='text'>Well I am feeling better today.  Who in hell could feel bad after reading Sarah's blog?  She put me in such a mood that I almost had to relieve myself.  I definitely have some pep in my step and a smile on my face.  I have tons of errands to run to get ready for my trip.  So off I go to shower, shave, shit, and shine.  Sunshine and blue skies here in the City of Angels.  Looks like a beautiful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107669496525489030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107669496525489030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107669496525489030' title='Feeling better.....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107654043261657785</id><published>2004-02-11T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T15:03:03.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck!....</title><summary type='text'>I don't like this feeling.....the feeling that I am all alone with no one to talk to.  No one to love me.  No one to hold me.  I'm surrounded by people, but nobody's here.  Does anyone even give a shit?  Probably not.  Moving and shaking, doing their own thing, as I do mine.  I need to be physical.  I need to touch, taste, and tingle.  I need to feel good.....and this too shall pass.I'm on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107654043261657785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107654043261657785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107654043261657785' title='Yuck!....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107629905158206544</id><published>2004-02-08T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T10:07:09.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to be home!....</title><summary type='text'>I left town early Thursday morning going to support my goddaughter's cheerleading squad as they competed in a National Cheerleading Competition in Las Vegas, Nevada.  They took 1st place in cheer and 3rd in dance against 18 other teams.  I am so proud of her.  The trip was definitely an experience though.  I rode on a bus with a group of 10 yr olds, coaches, and parents.  I had to contain myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107629905158206544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107629905158206544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629905158206544' title='Good to be home!....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107592975149119876</id><published>2004-02-04T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T13:24:52.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long distance relationship....</title><summary type='text'>I have been in long distance relationships before, and for the most part they worked out ok, ending on a good note.  There have always been letters, weekend getaways, phone sex, and yes emails.  But they were also started together and then one of us either moved away and had to travel due to careers.  I am again involved with another long distance relationship, but this time it is started that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107592975149119876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107592975149119876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107592975149119876' title='Long distance relationship....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107582516992670070</id><published>2004-02-03T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T09:36:16.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent yesterday feeling dull and dreary and somewhat depressed.  I couldn't exactly put my finger on it, but it was awful.  I hurt.  Deeply hurt and just didn't want to interact with anyone, but I was at work and had to.  I stayed in my office as much as I could and worked and wrote in my journal to my Master.  I told Him how I was feeling.  I guess I was still feeling rather bad about His </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107582516992670070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107582516992670070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582516992670070' title=''/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107570427152263543</id><published>2004-02-01T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T22:46:48.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl blah's</title><summary type='text'>It's Superbowl Sunday, I absolutely love football and I didn't even watch the game.  I know it's silly, but I just didn't want to watch after the disappointment of not getting Master's jersey delivered in time for the big game.  I heard about the Janet Jackson/Timberlake boob exposure.  Okay....and?  From the pics that I saw, it appeared to be part of the act to me.  I rode around and shopped a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107570427152263543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107570427152263543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570427152263543' title='Superbowl blah&apos;s'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107541949469495221</id><published>2004-01-29T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T15:40:27.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am really pissed with this online sportswear company that lied to me.  I was trying to surprise my Master with His favorite football teams jersey (Superbowl contenders) and He is in another country, so when I found a company that had international shipping I called and specifically asked if they could deliver to His location.  There are no street addresses, and delivery has to be done from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107541949469495221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107541949469495221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107541949469495221' title=''/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107532670829022898</id><published>2004-01-28T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T22:17:27.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling great....</title><summary type='text'>Things are going well in my life.  Work is demanding and busy, but I love it.  It makes me appreciate my personal time even more.  All is good with Master and myself too.  W/we spent last night sharing the events of O/our day and did a lot of laughing too.  He told me that He loves my laugh.  I told Him about how I much He was on my mind yesterday and the thought of Him made me hot and wet to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107532670829022898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107532670829022898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532670829022898' title='Feeling great....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107517746763996190</id><published>2004-01-26T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T20:26:36.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the beat goes on....</title><summary type='text'>I have been busier than a one legged woman in an ass kicking contest, but I must press on.  I woke up this morning with a migraine that was sooo painful, I wished that I could remove my head and purchase a new, less pained one.  I had a terrible case of nausea to go along with the headache.  I usually go in to work very early in the morning, but I decided to sleep in this morning and try to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107517746763996190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107517746763996190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107517746763996190' title='And the beat goes on....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107472196052323526</id><published>2004-01-21T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T13:56:30.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do we love......</title><summary type='text'>I sit and wonder why we love the way we do, with whom we do, and could only come up with, because we do!  What makes us love one person any differently than we love another?  What determines how much and how deeply we love?  I believe that God places the people we come to love in our lives at the time that He does because only He decides who and when it is right.  It is when we attempt to take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107472196052323526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107472196052323526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107472196052323526' title='How do we love......'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107444913311009431</id><published>2004-01-18T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T10:07:30.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love 'em</title><summary type='text'>I want to first thank everyone for their response to my last post.  I took the liberty of sharing with my Master some of the responses that I received, as I don't think He reads my blog.  (Probably because when I first created it, I told Him that I needed it to be my space to express myself totally and that if He thought that He would get pissed by some of the things He read here, then He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107444913311009431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107444913311009431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107444913311009431' title='Gotta love &apos;em'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107415040405764010</id><published>2004-01-14T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T23:08:36.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dumps....</title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted in a few days.  Been a little "down in the dumps" I guess.  Master is still very pissed at me for not completing my assignment and He should be.  I really fucked up.  He was kind enough to offer me the opportunity to postpone it until another night that would be more convenient for me and I opted to do it when it was assigned and then FAILED to complete it.  Is that idiotic or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107415040405764010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107415040405764010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107415040405764010' title='The dumps....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107396677595962677</id><published>2004-01-12T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T20:17:58.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues....</title><summary type='text'>Well I went from a very special day on Saturday, to a blue Monday.  Work was a total BITCH this morning.  I had three people waiting to meet with me when I arrived at 5:30 am.  Two of them were easy enough, a new employee and someone on loan from another unit to do training.  I just needed to give instruction for that, but it was the third person that started the drama....she was overwhelmed from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107396677595962677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107396677595962677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107396677595962677' title='Monday blues....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107383133603645470</id><published>2004-01-11T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T06:29:16.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special day</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a special day for me.  I spent the greater part of it with a big smile on my face.  My Master spent the day with me and it was really great.  He had me cumming all day and I was glowing.  Everywhere that I went, people noticed it.  One of my best friends was with me and she thought that it was absolutely wonderful that W/we were so intuned to O/one A/another.  I took her to a new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107383133603645470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107383133603645470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107383133603645470' title='Special day'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107360031387515342</id><published>2004-01-08T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T14:18:53.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F.</title><summary type='text'>Well this is the end of my work week.  IT'S MY FRIDAY!!!...and I'm glad about it.  I am planning to sleep as late as my body will let me tomorrow.  I am not running any errands or taking care of any business and except for a retirement bar-b-que, I am not planning to do anything else.  I need rest!  This has been one helluva week.  The New Year creates tons of work.  Clearing out and archiving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107360031387515342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107360031387515342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107360031387515342' title='T.G.I.F.'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107354762055668946</id><published>2004-01-07T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T23:40:40.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing like nobody is watching.....</title><summary type='text'>I went to my African dance class tonight.  It was absolutely exhilarating.  I was so tired before I went that I contemplated skipping class tonight, but I'm working on my commitments and so I went.  The drums and the energy in the room certainly aided in giving me a second wind.  My hair is a total wreck, but nothing a little heat and a curling iron can't handle.  I may not be able to walk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107354762055668946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107354762055668946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107354762055668946' title='Dancing like nobody is watching.....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107352093902709809</id><published>2004-01-07T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T13:49:17.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber-subbing....</title><summary type='text'>I read today where a subbie was grossed out from cyber-subbing ordered by her Dom, lovesongs for underdogs.  Though I am new to the D/s lifestyle, I find that grotesque men are not only found on the computer.  Let's remember that these urchins also walk the streets of our cities, towns, and neighborhoods and attempt to appeal to us in person as well.  We only have to exercise the same judgement </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107352093902709809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107352093902709809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107352093902709809' title='Cyber-subbing....'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107342801519520449</id><published>2004-01-06T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T08:22:05.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy days are here again...</title><summary type='text'>Things are on the rise.  I am back at work from a much needed vacation and I have been working my ASS off.  Yesterday I put in 18 hours.  SHIT!!!  But my Master made it all better for me.  I received a call from Him today while I was working.  It was so good to hear from Him.  He had one of His dear friends with Him that He had had me play a practical joke on a couple of days ago.  I was to call </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107342801519520449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107342801519520449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342801519520449' title='Happy days are here again...'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107319763486569373</id><published>2004-01-03T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T12:34:36.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good days are returning...</title><summary type='text'>Today was a rather good day for me.  I woke up this morning not really feeling like I wanted to get out and about but I had a photo shoot scheduled, and when duty calls.....there is money to be made, so off I went.  I logged on before I got out of the house and Master was there.  He was in a rather good mood Himself today, considering He wasn't feeling a 100%.  We chatted for a little bit and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107319763486569373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107319763486569373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107319763486569373' title='Good days are returning...'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107307442181877573</id><published>2004-01-02T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T12:14:00.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving the rain</title><summary type='text'>It's raining out today and I am loving every minute of it.  I have a fire going and still in my nightie...totally relaxing day.  I have to get  out for a bit and run some errands, but only the absolute necessary ones.  I love being at home and listening to the rain drop and hit the windowsill while I wrap up in a blanket.  Time for Perry Mason, so I guess I'll get off of here and watch, then it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107307442181877573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107307442181877573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107307442181877573' title='Loving the rain'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107303938015289112</id><published>2004-01-02T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T02:29:58.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I chatted with Master last night and He was under the impression that I was attempting to placate Him with my blog.  That was not my goal.  I was merely informing Him of its existence and inviting Him to check it out if He wanted....not to sound disrespectful, but I need this place to express myself.  I have to admit though, it excited the hell out of me to hear from Him since He has been angry </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107303938015289112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107303938015289112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107303938015289112' title=''/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6271544.post-107298651185742431</id><published>2004-01-01T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T12:15:08.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><summary type='text'>Today is the first day of a brand new year and the beginning of a healthier and happier me.  My professional, personal, and emotional life is all good, but there is always room for improvement and it is my goal to accomplish many rewarding adventures.  My service to my Master took a serious nose dive closing out '03 and I am now on a mission to restore the passion and love that We have shared.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107298651185742431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6271544/posts/default/107298651185742431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yasminez.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107298651185742431' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>yas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00923514632978687389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
