Sleepy For A While

I was set to close my eyes and drift into the place between sleep and wakefulness, that beautiful place where everything is soft and just slightly out of focus. I tend to enjoy that momentary place of peace before I become dead to the world. It didn't work out like that though. Just as I entered into the realm of bliss I was shoved out of it with jarring clarity as the phone rang sharply beside my ear. It was time to get on the road and join the other million holiday travelers. Joy. To my surprise it ended up being a pretty fast road. The winds were hell in truth but I managed just fine. By nine thirty we were back and the laughter and lightheartedness seemed to seep out of every pore as we chatted and caught up with the past weeks events. For once I wasn't bitter about being pulled from my bed.

Hesitant

The trust isn't there like it should be. We take cautious steps back and forth in a dance that often times resembles a tango, while other's it's a complex fox trot that leaves us breathless and spent. I prefer the tango of course, but with each new step we take there is always something different and hesitant. Will we ever learn to move with that fluid grace that comes from two people whom completely trust not only each other but themselves as well?

Hi, I'm....

I like long walks on short beaches, the word coco butter, and men in uniform. I really like when the uniform is tossed on the floor without the man in it. I’m an gregarious introvert with poor punctuation and a sarcastic streak a mile wide. (Yes we know, we know, much like your Johnson.)

I had a plan. It was a good plan, a plan with arrows and graphs, and a happy face in the corner. There would have even been a moment or two for four part harmony…Well guess what? That plan of mine, the brilliant one? Yeah, it went up in flames and came down with me leaving and the ‘new girl’ moving in. Seven years, maybe we itched, I’m not sure of anything at the moment. We floundered, I got fed up and said what neither wanted to say. Love? Yes. But it isn’t always enough. I want and deserve more. Respect being a key term. That isn’t true either, I don’t want the ‘key term’ I want the practice application of the term and it’s full meaning. I am not worthless, nor am I a slut or a whore. I just play those on TV. We never had any children together. Small mercies
indeed.


I'm 33, I've got two children. One boy, one girl, 15 and 13; yes I can do the math too. I'm single again, and to be honest…I really like it. Okay I need to find a well hung 21 year old and get off every other night but that’ll come, like me; in time. S/he will have to be okay with tattoo's and body piercings. Technically, I’m still married. In Canada you have to be separated for a full year before filing for divorce. We’ve been living apart, with he in the US and me, not, since June of 2006. I asked for a divorce in January/February 2007. He screamed and yell about what a heartless bitch I was at 4:00am a week or so later via my cell phone. I listened, I waited until he was calm-er and did my level best to offer support. He was hurting. I get that. April 4, she became a permanent part of his life. I wish them well. Yes, really.


I know I’m happy for them, but I also think I’m a little numb. I was asked out on a date the other day, I responded with, “That isn’t possible, I’m still married.” Weird response; for a woman whom never really believed in marriage in the first place. I’m quirky like that. I love animals, some of them I like cooked. I do animal rescue in my off time. I work in a holistic center/gym, sometimes I want to throw crystals at people. I think people are basically good, but many are just really to dumb for words…(ouch the psycho-therapist here pinched me for that comment. Aversion therapy anyone?) She doesn’t like it when I call her clients, “crazy”, nor does she like it when I use “What about Bob” s a point of reference and whisper “baby steps” to her. We’re friends.


I had a student loan. Canadian Bonded Credits found me amusing and called me all the time. I paid off my student loan in full. I’m broke, and now I call Canadian Bonded Credits just to make sure they’re doing okay. My collection agent just had her 30th birthday. Her mom say’s “hi”. I have credit card, it’s paid off too, for now. I can’t make any promises in the future, see when I get my money other people get theirs. It’s the system, it sometimes works. I really like pie. Roy Orbison’s wife isn’t dead, she’s in hiding because her husbands voice was so bad. The Axe product line is... okay, I prefer the way Versace smells on my son though. My daughter thinks pink should be banned from every store. I once bought her a pink shirt and she said, “I know where you sleep.” I’ve never bought her pink again. She’s amazing. She plays basketball and pushes her brother’s buttons better than anyone I know. He plays football and pushes her buttons better than anyone I know.

She lives with me. He lives with his dad now, and I get him every weekend. His dad and I are best friends. He’s a good man, horrible cook, and can sleep like the dead through anything. He thinks I’m the strong one, I think he’s the good soul. His wife hates us both.

Alright that’s shall be enough for today. A little mystery in a relationship is good, plus I don’t want to write any more. I want a coffee and some chocolate, so I’m having hot tea and a power bar. Help!

But You Promised

Many years ago Indian braves would go away in solitude to prepare for manhood. One hiked
into a beautiful valley, green with trees and bright with flowers. There as he looked up at
the surrounding mountains, he noticed a rugged peak capped with dazzling snow.
"I will test myself against that mountain," he thought. He put on his buffalo hide shirt, threw his blanket over his shoulders, and set off to climb the pinnacle. When he reached the top, he stood on the rim of the world. He could see forever, and his heart swelled with pride.
Then he heard a rustle at his feet. Looking down, he saw a snake. Before he could move, the snake
spoke. "I am about to die," said the snake. "It is too cold up here and there is no food. Put me under your coat and take me down to the valley."

"No," said the youth.

"I know your kind. You are a rattle snake. If I pick you up, you will bite me, and your bite will kill me." "Not so," said the snake. "I will treat you differently. If you do this for me, I will not harm you." The youth resisted awhile, but this was a very persuasive snake. At last the youth tucked the snake under his coat and carried it down to the valley. There he laid it down gently.

Suddenly the snake coiled, rattled, leaped, and bit him on the leg. "But you promised," cried the youth! "You knew what I was when you picked me up," said the snake as it slithered away.
- As Told By Iron Eyes Cody


Yes, I knew better. Seven years is a long time to waste on something you knew wouldn't work
out in the long run. It was sheer stubbornness on my part and thanks to it I'm having to face
the reality now. Let me just tell you, the reality of a long awaited divorce may be sweet, but it is
expensive! Momma always said we pay for our mistakes, one way or another; we pay.

Shhh

I’ve made it until this very moment. It was peaceful, relaxing, and now the silence is deafening, and the stillness; oppressive. Whimsy will return with a smile and happy chatter and I’ll smile. She’s like that, always a kind word or a funny quote. Shared moments are a large part of our fabric and laughter.

Mississippi You're Such an inflatable butt plug

It's no surprise. I've known since moving to Texas that the sale of a 'vibe' is NOT legal while the sale of a 'personal massager' is.  Sex toys are banned, limited in how they can be sold, or are made to be something completely horrific while a handgun, shotgun, or rifle are perfectly acceptable.  Heck UB is in rotc and has been bringing his targets home to show TheDick how 'great a shot he is.' Thus far I've managed to make sure Tea and GQ have no interest in partaking of that fun filled activity.

Guns+children=BAD. (I don't care if they are 'only' pellets.)  So it is alright to give a child a gun while it is thought to be bad/disgusting/abnormal for an ADULT to purchase a sex toy.  What the hell is going on with this world?  You'll excuse me for a while won't you?  I'm going to go read over the Constitution and find that I don't have to listen to you because your're a great big fucker whose head's up his ass so far clause that reads something like, "One should not have to abide by an ignorant law just because the men and women in power are a bunch of royal fuckers."

Excuse me if I mis- quoted it, but I know it has to be something similar.  Please let there be something similar! 

In the meantime feel free to Cum by these stores:

Love Honey

 EdenFantasys

 Babeland

 BDSM Toy Shop 

Forbidden Fruit 

 ps: Don't forget the lube it's not just required for court and political events, it's actually great in the bedroom too. Even justices use it.

Enjoy Hallows Eve On Your Terms

Just as no does not equal maybe, and regret does not equal rape. Trick-or-treating does not mean
your child is going to be molested. While I believe that the group parties set up for children of all
ages can be a good and helpful thing for parents whom have to work, or are unable to be with their
children to do the traditional trick-or-treating walk around the neighborhood, I have become rather annoyed with the attempt to pray on peoples fears, or even lulling them into a false sense of security by using these town/political sponsored Halloween get togethers, with the cry of 'the child molesters will be out in full force'.  Is there safety in numbers? Yes, that is a common fact. Just as it is a common fact that you shouldn't allow your children to trick-or -treat by themselves, or eat their candy without making sure it is safe.

What many are seeming to forget or simply ignore is the fact that child molesters are out there every day of our lives. They come from every walk of life, almost every age bracket, and social and economic background. Why should I believe that my child(ren) are safer with the 5 or so adults, and countless other children whom are strangers at the sponsored Halloween party, than they are with me walking door to door? I wouldn't put my children into a licensed daycare without doing background
checks so why would I hand them over to complete strangers for a night just because they are offering fun, free food, and games?

The news, the reports, and the victims themselves have proven that a child molester can reside within
daycares, youth groups, churches, schools, and yes the victims family as well. Stop praying on
people fears and people stop buying into it! How long are we going to cower in the corner and hide
away from the darkness because it seems safer and feels so much easier. How long is it going to
be before we say enough is enough, I will not cower in fear. I will not be a pawn, and I will not be handing you my voice! It is MY voice and I will use it. I will control my life and deal with the harsh realities as they arise and I will do it without being ashamed or made to feel fear.

I will empower my children, and make sure they always have their voice. I have already taught them about making good choices and will continue to enforce that lesson. I will also be reinforcing the knowledge that regardless as to where they are that there are bad people out there that they need to be mindful of, but that they need not cower in fear or lock themselves away to feel safe and secure. For
far too long now, this country has behaved as though it is a wounded animal reacting to everything in fear. From the big moments to the simplest of daily activities, people seem to be waiting for the other shoe to drop. Enough is enough, take back your own voices and choose to be assertive in your daily lives, stop being the lab rats in some politicians experiment.

He took "My Life!" Don't you understand?  I didn't work so hard on "My Life" only

to have it taken by some psychology teacher!  I WANT "MY LIFE" BACK!!!

-- Cuitla, about his psychology class project.