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| Thank you for taking the time to visit my world - my life journey in words. I invite you to follow along with me as I life each day fully, with no pretentions. What you will find here is a sharing of my innermost thoughts, my happiness, my frustrations, my sadness, my fears, my oddities, and, so much more. I am quite happy with who and what I am, as my life is ever so blessed. Like all of us, I have many different sides. I don't feel the need to justify myself to anyone, not in the slightest. While I am not everyone's cup of tea, common courtesy and respect is expected, not only to myself, but also all others who may share their views/experiences on my page. There is no tolerance for judgments or drama here - the practice of FUCKTARDISM is strongly prohibited. As the saying goes, "Misery Luves Company". If this is YOU, please take your circus elsewhere, as I only allow good, healthy stuff into my life.  |
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Scars ...
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Postad:31 augush 2015 9:07 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:2 september 2015 9:10 pm 6886 besök
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Today in the shower, I was drawn to my scars. I can remember when and where I was, how they happened.
Klutz-o-matic that I am, tripped over my own flip flops on campus. One went flying, my fav jeans ripped, and there was blood. Bad blood. This one healed into a little tiny heart on my rite kneecap.
A faded tick-tack-toe board on my inner rite arm, thanks to some poison in my body. A tiny pin-prick on my upper left side. This one was really bad. A visit to the ER in which they proceeded to stick a few huge fucking needles in me - which I did not appreciate - not by any means.
A few on my wrists. Long faded and not really visible to the naked eye. Yet, I could point them out, place my finger on them, with my eyes closed. They have been with me for so long and are a part of me.
A really small one on my big toe on my left foot. I am for sure an accident waiting to happen. Chicken greeb hands - a knife - slippery - LOL - a calm ouch and a little blood. Peroxide and a Band-Aid. All good to go.
One on my rite side, on my tummy. This was a bad one - pretty deep. It had to be cleaned often. This was so uncomfy - bad pain - I cried terribly. My hubby is so good to me - he sang "You Are My Sunshine" as he tended to me. My bad tears didn't stop, tho, they did slow down, soon became soft trickles down my cheeks.
Then, you have my boobs, definitely some none appealing scars. One is like a 20 inch slice or so - not something that one just overlooks. When the bandages came off for the first time and I saw the scar, definitely not one of my shining moments. I couldn't even look at this one for weeks or even come close to touching it. Some would say months. It's probably months. It was months ...
Scars tell a part of our life story. It could be where we have been, what we have accomplished, who we helped, what we have survived. They show that we actually lived life and not watched from the sidelines. I would much rather have battle scars than have been too afraid to live life - on my terms.
In bout 11 days, I will be adding to my "character" ... one can't ever have too much ...
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Kissing ... The Ultimate Intimacy ... :)
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Postad:26 augush 2015 10:26 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:5 september 2015 6:08 am 6885 besök
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Ever meet someone whose lips you just want to dive into? All these grand thoughts running thru your mind on how it will be the first time your lips touch theirs. The first time your tongues meet and dance in delite ...
I so adore the art of kissing and could engage in this for hours on end. His hands running thru my hair - heaven. Biting his bottom lip, giggling. Oh, good lordy ... He holds my face in his hands, gently kisses my lips. Delicately - as if I were a precious treasure. Our mental passion - an magnet pulling our lips together. Like a waterfall - cascading over our heads - draping down upon our bodies. Totally exposed, transparent to each other. Breathing each other in. Eyes closed - so many different shapes appear. Vibrant colors show themselves. New colors - only visible to and in your minds eye. The patterns and rainbows of lite swirl together, making for such glorious abstract art.
When our lips finally part, I can feel the power his lips had over mine. Have over mine. The electric current makes me want more ... and more ...
I find there is nothing more intimate than kissing. Not fucking. Not oral sex. Nothing even comes close to this ...
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Share A Smile! :)
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Postad:24 augush 2015 3:00 am
Senast Uppdaterad:28 augush 2015 7:21 pm 6301 besök
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As we go thru the day, remember to smile. Smile at a stranger in Duncan Donuts, or perhaps someone just walking down the street Or, maybe even that person in the food store parking lot who took "your" parking space. The person who cut in front of you at the pharmacy. We have no idea what it going on it someone's life - maybe this person has a very sick child at time. Or, it could be the waitress at lunch who looks very sad. Often times, random acts of kindness are the only smile that someone will see in any given period of time. Not only can you make a stranger's day, but you can add happiness to your own with one simple random act of kindness. YOUR smile can make the world a better place!!
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Happy Friday! :)
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Postad:21 augush 2015 3:54 am
Senast Uppdaterad:28 augush 2015 7:20 pm 6279 besök
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"When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to luv." - Marcus Aurelius
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How The "Me" That I Now Am Came To Be ... :)
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Postad:19 augush 2015 4:33 am
Senast Uppdaterad:7 december 2016 8:07 pm 6150 besök
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After going thru several life changing experiences at bout 39-ish, I decided to pretty much life live head on with slim to nil considerations and opened myself to a whole new vibrant world. I made the conscious decision of choosing to luv myself, first and foremost. Don't really think I will ever be totally over the guilt factor that I still sometimes feel for doing what I had to - for taking back my life. Whatever it took to make it thru the day, the hour, the minute, the second. So, here I am, not just existing, but, actually being alive. It took a long time to get here, lots of hard work, lots of tears, lots of soul searching. Tho, I finally made it and haven't looked back, and, I don't intend do. So fortunate that I made it out alive - I am forever and a day blessed with a now beautiful and amazing life! And, there is always room for more happiness!!!
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