Will You Dance With Me?

I recieved this from a friend
52wetandlooking
and thought I would share it....

Will You Dance With Me?

Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they
haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it
was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed
up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From
then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't
suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does
the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you
watched ' Jeopardy' on television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, 'How about going to
lunch in a half hour?' She would gas up and stammer, 'I can't. I have
clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had
a late breakfast, It looks like rain.' And my personal favorite: 'It's
Monday'. She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because Canadians cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our
headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when
all the conditions are perfect!

We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve
toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet...
We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and
the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken,
and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 'I'm going to' 'I
plan on' and 'Someday', when things are settled down a bit .'

When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure
and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her
enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and
you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip an
elevator for a bungee cord..

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just
that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and
eliminate the digestive process The other day, I stopped the car and bought
a triple-Decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would
have died happy.

Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to......not
something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had
only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you
say? And why are you waiting?

Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to
you.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the
rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butter fly's erratic flight or
gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the
fly? When you ask ' How are you?' Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores
running through your head? Ever told your child, 'We'll do it tomorrow.'
And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good
friendship die? Just call to say 'Hi?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened
gift....Thrown away..... Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the
music before the song is over.

Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a
FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of
friends.

To those I have sent this to... I cherish our friendship and appreciate
all you do.

'Life may not be the party we hoped for..
but while we are here we might as well
dance!

things change

Who were you before you became....... Feb 28, 2009 1:15 am
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Who were you before you became.....

There are alot of name changes going on
have you changed your name what was it previously?
What made you change your name?

I was reading a post which referred to the old times...
where we used to interact on the blogs.
When things were not so serious and we had fun
taking the mickey out of each other -
telling stories that really gave great laughs.
Now we have to be guarded how we refer to other's posts..

Oh bring back the days when we were
allowed to roam free and have fun.
Wow do I miss the stories of Olde Ghoste, Frank Picasso,
That Damned Cowboy and Spunky to name just a few.
Whose stories do you miss?

Happy Saint David's Day

Saint David is the patron saint of Wales, and unlike many national patron saints, was actually born in that country. Most Welshmen are fervently patriotic on their national day - March 1st - and none so much as the ex-patriate Welshman!

St David (Dewi Sant was a Celtic monk, abbot and bishop, who lived in the sixth century. He spread the word of Christianity across Wales.

The most famous story about Saint David tells how he was preaching to a huge crowd and the ground is said to have risen up, so that he was standing on a hill and everyone had a better chance of hearing him.


the Leek Connection....

Although the leek has been recognised as the emblem of Wales since the 16th century, its association with the Welsh can be traced back to 633 AD when, at the battle of Heathfield, a monk apparently suggested the Welsh soldiers wore leeks in their caps to distinguish them from their Saxon opponents. Not a bad idea all in all - and they won the battle.

It's also suggested that St. David himself included leeks in his meagre diet. Furthermore, all £1 coins dated 1985 feature the Welsh Leek on the reverse? It was decided that from 1984, British £1 coins would feature different reverse designs representing the four countries of the United Kingdom.

The Dollmaker

This story is a quick reminder
of how we should be happy with who we are.

we often do not look after our selves
the way we should.
Do you?

Once upon a time in a far-away place lived a kindly old dollmaker.
He had spent his goodly long life creating dolls of all sorts,
making all the little girls in the world happy.

He had kept up in the trends of the world and made dolls that say "mama",
that cry, that stand up by themselves, and that even wink at you.
But our dollmaker was very wise. He knew that his time for special contribution was growing short.
So, with special resolve in his heart, he made his most beautiful creation.
He gave her brown curls, which he personally felt had the most beauty in their long tresses.
He gave her the bluest of blue eyes, into which he put the promises of eternity and into which
one could gaze forever.

This special doll was given long legs with which she could dance, run and play,
and occasionally even walk a second mile.
He gave her beautiful hands to work and serve with and teach all the other dolls.
Her fingers were long and slender. With these, the old man hoped she would comfort those around her.
She had a beautiful face and he planned this so that she could see the beauty in others.
He dressed her in a gown as shimmery as gossamer, and on the last day when she was completed,
he lifted her up with great care and set her gently in front of a large mirror.

"What do you think little doll?" he asked "Are you not the most beautiful doll in the world?"
The doll looked through her long lashes full of excited anticipation.
Suddenly her pretty face clouded up and then stormed over.
"Oh dollmaker, I hate brown hair and I have always longed for green eyes.
These are not the colors I'd have chosen for myself.
And look how gangly and long my legs are!
How large my feet are!
How unfashionable they will seem to the world.
My gown is really very ordinary.
Oh dollmaker, I am not a beautiful doll at all!"

We have been created with the most beautiful qualities.
Don't look into life's mirrors and wish you were something you're not.
May we thank the great Dollmaker for what we have been given.

Today is the beginning of lent

Today is the beginning of lent Feb 24, 2009 11:47 pm
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What are you giving up?
Or are you going to take something up instead?



I was so pleased to hear on the news this morning
UK has suddenly realised we have the right to be
christians as well...
They have realised this political correctness
has gone too far.
It is correct to recognise others religions
but to actually let it rule is wrong..
maybe we might be able to be christians freely again
without being over powered by Islamophobia
and the fear of insulting others


Another lesson
from a legend from the past....

In managing the country store, as in everything that he undertook for others, Lincoln did his very best.
He was honest, civil, ready to do anything that should encourage customers to come to the place, full of pleasantries, patient, and alert.

On one occasion, finding late at night, when he counted over his cash, that he had taken a few cents from a customer more than was due, he closed the store, and walked a long distance to make good the deficiency.

At another time, discovering on the scales in the morning a weight with which he had weighed out a package of tea for a woman the night before, he saw that he had given her too little for her money. He weighed out what was due, and carried it to her, much to the surprise of the woman, who had not known that she was short in the amount of her purchase.

Innumerable incidents of this sort are related of Lincoln, and we should not have space to tell of the alertness with which he sprang to protect defenseless women from insult, or feeble children from tyranny; for in the rude community in which he lived, the rights of the defenseless were not always respected as they should have been.

There were bullies then, as now.

Today is the beginning of lent

Today is the beginning of lent Feb 24, 2009 11:47 pm
598 views

What are you giving up?
Or are you going to take something up instead?



I was so pleased to hear on the news this morning
UK has suddenly realised we have the right to be
christians as well...
They have realised this political correctness
has gone too far.
It is correct to recognise others religions
but to actually let it rule is wrong..
maybe we might be able to be christians freely again
without being over powered by Islamophobia
and the fear of insulting others


Another lesson
from a legend from the past....

In managing the country store, as in everything that he undertook for others, Lincoln did his very best.
He was honest, civil, ready to do anything that should encourage customers to come to the place, full of pleasantries, patient, and alert.

On one occasion, finding late at night, when he counted over his cash, that he had taken a few cents from a customer more than was due, he closed the store, and walked a long distance to make good the deficiency.

At another time, discovering on the scales in the morning a weight with which he had weighed out a package of tea for a woman the night before, he saw that he had given her too little for her money. He weighed out what was due, and carried it to her, much to the surprise of the woman, who had not known that she was short in the amount of her purchase.

Innumerable incidents of this sort are related of Lincoln, and we should not have space to tell of the alertness with which he sprang to protect defenseless women from insult, or feeble children from tyranny; for in the rude community in which he lived, the rights of the defenseless were not always respected as they should have been.

There were bullies then, as now.

lephracaurn

May your
life be long
heart be true
path be clear
skies be blue
soul be happy
spirit light
dreams take fight
and may you
know
deep joy....

the Cherry tree

Never be afraid to speak the truth
lessons from the past......

When George Washington was about six years old, he was made the wealthy master of a hatchet of which, like most little boys, he was extremely fond. He went about chopping everything that came his way.

One day, as he wandered about the garden amusing himself by hacking his mother's pea- sticks, he found a beautiful, young English cherry tree, of which his father was most proud. He tried the edge of his hatchet on the trunk of the tree and barked it so that it died.

Some time after this, his father discovered what had happened to his favorite tree. He came into the house in great anger, and demanded to know who the mischievous person was who had cut away the bark. Nobody could tell him anything about it.

Just then George, with his little hatchet, came into the room.

"George," said his father, "do you know who has killed my beautiful little cherry tree yonder in the garden? I would not have taken five guineas for it!"

This was a hard question to answer, and for a moment George was staggered by it, but quickly recovering himself he cried: --

"I cannot tell a lie, father, you know I cannot tell a lie! I did cut it with my little hatchet."

The anger died out of his father's face, and taking the boy tenderly in his arms, he said: --

"My son, that you should not be afraid to tell the truth is more to me than a thousand trees! yes, though they were blossomed with silver and had leaves of the purest gold!"

leaders past and present

A lesson to be learnt
from a legend from the past....

In managing the country store, as in everything that he undertook for others, Lincoln did his very best. He was honest, civil, ready to do anything that should encourage customers to come to the place, full of pleasantries, patient, and alert.

On one occasion, finding late at night, when he counted over his cash, that he had taken a few cents from a customer more than was due, he closed the store, and walked a long distance to make good the deficiency.

At another time, discovering on the scales in the morning a weight with which he had weighed out a package of tea for a woman the night before, he saw that he had given her too little for her money. He weighed out what was due, and carried it to her, much to the surprise of the woman, who had not known that she was short in the amount of her purchase.

Innumerable incidents of this sort are related of Lincoln, and we should not have space to tell of the alertness with which he sprang to protect defenseless women from insult, or feeble children from tyranny; for in the rude community in which he lived, the rights of the defenseless were not always respected as they should have been.
There were bullies then, as now.

War of the roses

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One day when roses were in bloom, two noblemen came to angry words in the Temple Gardens, by the side of the river Thames. In the midst of their quarrel one of them plucked a white rose from a bush, and, turning to those who were near him, said:--

"He who will stand by me in this quarrel, let him pluck a white rose with me, and wear it in his hat.''

Then the other gentleman tore a red rose from another bush, and said:--

"Let him who will stand by me pluck a red rose, and wear it as his badge.''

Now this quarrel led to a great civil war, which was called "The War of the Roses,'' for every soldier wore a white or red rose in his helmet to show to which side he belonged.

The leaders of the "Red Rose'' sided with King Henry the Sixth and his wife, Queen Margaret, who were fighting for the English throne. Many great battles were fought, and wicked deeds were done in those dreadful times.

In a battle at a place called Hexham, the king's party was beaten, and Queen Margaret and her little son, the Prince of Wales, had to flee for their lives. They had not gone far before they met a band of robbers, who stopped the queen and stole all her rich jewels, and, holding a drawn sword over her head, threatened to take her life and that of her child.

The poor queen, overcome by terror, fell upon her knees and begged them to spare her only son, the little prince. But the robbers, turning from her, began to fight among themselves as to how they should divide the plunder, and, drawing their weapons, they attacked one another. When the queen saw what was happening she sprang to her feet, and, taking the prince by the hand, made haste to escape.

There was a thick wood close by, and the queen plunged into it, but she was sorely afraid and trembled in every limb, for she knew that this wood was the hiding-place of robbers and outlaws. Every tree seemed to her excited fancy to be an armed man waiting to kill her and her little son.

On and on she went through the dark wood, this way and that, seeking some place of shelter, but not knowing where she was going. At last she saw by the light of the moon a tall, fierce- looking man step out from behind a tree. He came directly toward her, and she knew by his dress that he was an outlaw. But thinking that he might have children of his own, she determined to throw herself and her son upon his mercy.

When he came near she addressed him in a calm voice and with a stately manner.

"Friend,'' said she, "I am the queen. Kill me if thou wilt, but spare my son, thy prince. Take him, I will trust him to thee. Keep him safe from those that seek his life, and God will have pity on thee for all thy sins.''

The words of the queen moved the heart of the outlaw. He told her that he had once fought on her side, and was now hiding from the soldiers of the "White Rose.'' He then lifted the little prince in his arms, and, bidding the queen follow, led the way to a cave in the rocks. There he gave them food and shelter, and kept them safe for two days, when the queen's friends and attendants, discovering their hiding-place, came and took them far away.

If you ever go to Hexham Forest, you may see this robber's cave. It is on the bank of a little stream that flows at the foot of a hill, and to this day the people call it "Queen Margaret's Cave.

Strength of a man

The strength of a man
isn't seen in the width
of his shoulders.
It's seen in the width
of his arms that circle you..

The strength of a man
isn't in the deep tone
of his voice.
It's in the gentle
words he whispers...

The strength of a man
isn't how many buddies he has.
It's how good a buddy
he is with his kids...

The strength of a man isn't
in how respected he is at work.
It's in how respected
he is at home...

The strength of a man
isn't in how hard he hits.
It's in how tender
he touches...

The strength of a man
isn't in the hair on his chest.
It's in his Heart,
that lies within his chest...

The strength of a man
isn't how many women he's loved.
It's in can he be
true to one woman...

The strength of a man
isn't in the weight he can lift.
It's in the burdens
he can carry...

© July 15, 1999
Jacqueline Marie Griffiths

Why do they howl

As Adam and Eve sneaked away from
The Garden of Eden in disgrace after their fall,
shamed by their sin, their way lit by the full moon,
an angel began to cry due to the enormity of it all.

Her cry rose in intensity, rising to the heavens,
filling the world, ringing in Adam and Eve’s ears.
Other angels, despairing of Man’s paradise lost and
his life of perfection now replaced with one full of fears,
hardship, and pain, joined the first angel in the crying.

Their cries blended into one plaintive wail, lingering,
becoming a howl riding the night wind. God, hearing this
wailing for Mankind’s fate, deemed it a fitting serenade
for Man to hear their howl so that he would not miss
the sorrow felt by Heaven for the future he had made.

So that Man might be forever reminded of his sinful
misdeed, of the fate that all men must now endure,
and his loss of perfection, God gave the angels’
sorrowful howl to the canines on earth, that their pure
plaintive sound would always reach Man in his soul.

Forever since, the call of the wolf, the coyote, even
Man’s best friend the dog, upon howling at the moon
constitutes the angels’ wailing in sorrow in disguise.
Man forgot the meaning of the canine call all too soon;
today its purpose in unrecognized, hidden meaning lies.

valentine

Happy Valentine

The Origin of Valetines Day
February 14 is Valentines Day, the day on which we celebrate and explore love in all it’s many ideals.
The story of Valentines Day begins during the heyday of the Roman Empire, which held a festival every February.
This Lupercian Festival was held in honor of the God of Fertility and during the festivities young men would get to choose their mate.
At the time marriage was a common occurrence, but when Claudius became Emperor he changed all of that.
Fearing that men would refuse their duty to fight because they would not want to leave their wives behind, he outlawed all marriages.
Young couples still fell in love though and still wished to marry and they took these desires to the Catholic Bishop Valentine who, understanding love, began to secretly marry couples.
When Claudius found out, he had Valentine arrested and ordered put to death.
While waiting in jail, Valentine began exchanging letters with the jailer’s daughter and soon had fallen in love with her.
The day he was to be beheaded, he wrote her one last note and signed it: ‘From Your Valentine’.
In 496 A.D. Christianity had taken over Rome and Pope Gelasius outlawed the pagen Lupercian Festival.
Knowing it’s popularity, he looked to replace it with something more ‘appropriate’ and set aside a day in February to honor the martyr St. Valentine.
So love is all about believing and having faith...

May cupids arrow shoot straight for you this Valentine
Loves and hugs

Slapped in the face

It is something we never
expect to happen to us.
Being slapped in the face...
but it happens.

I have been slapped in the face
with roses...
and a baby crocodile.

Have you ever been
slapped in the face?

Wenchess Alphabet

men and the dating game

Men are sensitive creatures
Sometimes girls have to
take the initiative!

Guess what guys are just as nervous
about approaching us
as we are about approaching them.

So bolster yourself
Dress for success –
(Don’t forget the perfume!)
and go out on the manhunt……..

Smile – make eye contact
Look him up and down
Is he the kind of guy you want?
Then don’t hold back….
Use your feminine charm to wind him in!

Remember most men are not as
egotistical as we women think,
Most would rather be hiding
behind their next drink
Or engrossed in sports as a cover up
for their real desire
That of having a real woman
to love and hold and share with.

To get his interest
you need to be proactive,
Come across as a
“Babe in total control of herself!”

Think of dating as a game of bridge.
You either wind up sitting
next to a dummy
Or trying for a slam…..
I know which I prefer

Dog tags

The Wankers or the anchors of Adult FriendFinder Feb 10, 2009 9:51 pm


And the walls came tumbling down....
Without a strong foundation the roof collapses.
The foundation of this site are extremely weak
they do not give a strong foundation for us members
to stand on and I fear we are falling.

I was so upset yesterday I turned my profile off,
and hence lost my watched list, so I copied all the people who had dropped in on my blog to make a new list... this was saved as a hidden post - which went live - sorry every one...

What do you do with peskies

It is easy to breed fear
and fear attracts.
We just need to listen to the news
the world is governed by fear.
What we put our attention into
is where we send our energy....

I found my work repeated in no less
than 5 places last night.
lets face it where ever there is
written material it will be repeated.
We have all saved writing that has caught
our attention at some point in our lives.

What did I do?
I thanked each one and said I appreciate
it when people spread my writings...
They know they have you and are going to upset you.
Why let them?

While I agree that Adult FriendFinder should remove
reported posts there is nothing we can
do to stop out posts being replicated.
I have seen whole websites reproduced on the net.

What you can do is put your name
on your work - they do not seem to remove
signatures

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What is it you seek

Sexuality often makes love grow too quickly,
so that the root remains weak and is easy to pull out

Mortal love is when sensuality is satisfied.

True love is when love is sacrificed.

Sexual pleasures have the fleeting
brilliance of a comet;

a happy relationship has the tranquillity
of a lovely sunset.

It is so tempting to reach out and let our hair down,
Live for the moment forsaking all others..
Do we really want to live forever?
Or do we just want to crash and burn?

Before you throw caution to the wind
remember each moment is special
it only comes this way once.
Respect and love yourself
and have fun what ever you chose to do.

Love vs Tolerance

Tolerance says, "You must approve of what I do."

Love responds, "I will love you even when your behavior offends me."

Tolerance says, "You must agree with me."

Love responds, "I will tell you the truth, and try to see things your way too!"

Tolerance says, "You must allow me to have my way."

Love responds, "Together we will find the right thing to do."

Tolerance seeks to be inoffensive;

Love takes risks.

Tolerance glorifies division;

Love seeks unity.

Tolerance costs nothing;

Love costs everything.

Extremes of life

The greatest handicap:
Fear

The best day:
Today

The easiest thing to do:
Find a fault

The most useless asset:
Pride

The greatest mistake:
Giving up

The biggest stumbling block:
Egotism

The most disagreeable person:
The complainer

The worst bankruptcy:
Loss of enthusiasm


The greatest need:
Common sense

The meanest feeling:
Regret at another's success

The best gift:
Forgiveness

The greatest moment:
Birth

The final act:
Death

The greatest knowledge:
Passion

The greatest thing in the world:
Love

A profile

One of the most beautiful things
I have read on a profile....
these words:-


I am looking for a gal ideally with a head of hair.
I want to brush it and run my fingers thru it.
I like a gal who wears lingerie to include stockings.
I want to be seduced and loved upon. (Who doesn't)
I seek a lady who can behave and yet be naughty.
I want a friend first, and a companion to share
this thing we call life.

A real genuine and heartfelt post,
written by a a man with a warm heart.

Often I sit and wish I was cuddled up with some one -
I love my hair being played with - some men just
have a wonderful way of touching a girls hair.

This cyber dating world can be so cruel.
Long distance loving is probably the cruelest
kind of loving there is - true you can phone
but it is those daily hugs and kisses, close contact.
The sharing of silly little things that I miss the most.

smiles

False profiles

Wandering through the blogs today.
I stand back and shake my head.
We all blog together, we were all new comers once.
I dont remember false profiles with multi
personalities being a problem in the past.
Yes we had Silver Sammi who became Jade
and her partner she was supposed to join in the UK
who found a place in my heart..
I felt like a real idiot when she was exposed.
And a couple of others who passed through
these halls of blogland.

We have lost some really great bloggers, some have
returned thank fully they light up the pages again.
Some will never return.

When I care about some one I seldom believe
negative things that are said about them.
There have been times when I have approached people
who have been denegraded in the blogs and asked them
to tell me their side of the story.
(I did this just the other day again -
because I believed in the man - and I still do!)

I have had to do alot of soul searching today.
There are feelings in blogland that make me pass by some blogs,
sadly because I admire the writers but notice their readers have changed and there is no place for me in their blogs any more.

Does it make a person two faced to be friends with two people who are at logger heads?
Do you always take sides in your daily life when friends disagree?

Yes perhaps some of the blogs that I visit belong to people
who multi profile - perhaps I am being taken for an idiot by some but I say it here when I leave a comment on a blog it is done with care - that profile has touched my world and I have felt moved to leave a word or two...

Behind every profile there is a person.
If it is their choice to project a false profile
who is the fool?
Me for caring
or them for fooling me?

PS; If I leave a comment on your blog
it means I care.

Golly Wogs

Mirror,

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?

Who IS this person you're reflecting back?
The person to whom I cannot lie,
Tell me mirror before I surely die.

There are days that I look into thee,
Where I can only feel that which I cannot see.

Tell me true........Mirror, mirror on my wall,
Am I good enough.......at all?

Refract your light so I might see,
Who is that person looking back at me.
Bend my image so I might see,
And know,
Who should be looking back at me?

Each day you reflect something different back,
Some times good , true and kind,
But other days why do I feel,
I'm far less than I absolutely SHOULD be and why?

Mirror, mirror tell me true,
Show me the true image as only YOU can do.

When I glance upon your light,
I see both light and dark.
Show me mirror,
What is wrong and right..

As I glance at what you send back,
Today what will I be,
Filled with goodness,
Or lack?

Mirror, oh my mirror,
Show me my truth.
Refract His Light so I can see the truth,
Not what I am now,
But what I will be when there is no more lack.

Mirror, mirror on MY wall,
Tell me true,
Do you see His Light within me?
A lie simply cannot or will not,
Do.

Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky,
My mirror is faithful and true,
It tells me where not to go,
And always what it is I MUST do.

Mirror, mirror who reflects my heart and soul's hall,
Show me where and what is next,
To end with no more refractions of the light I believe myself to be,
Instead let your light lead me,
To the person I must become and.........
am BORN to Be.

Copywrited Feb 2009
Danielle Deneux'
All rights reserved

Would you?

Well would you..?

1. Would you take control or let me?

2. Would you whisper in my ear?

3. Would you kiss me with a little tongue or a lot of tongue?

4. Would you say my name?

5. Would you go down on me?

6. Would you let me give you a hickie?

7. How many rounds would we go?

8. What would you wanna do afterwards?

9. Would you take off all your clothes then take mine off slowly?

10. Would you lick and bite me all over?

11. Would you like to play or get straight to the point?

12. Would you want me to take my time?

13. Would you want me to go fast or slow?

14. Where would you wanna "do it"?

15. Would you be loud or quiet?

16. Would you mind if i licked you?

17. Would you do it today?

18. Would you do it tomorrow?

19. Would you call me in the morning?

19 1/2. Can we be best of friends after?

20. Are you going to re-post these so I can answer them for you?

Are you a player?

Life is a Game!
Every game we ever play comes
with an instruction manual
except the game of life.

A good player is aware, tolerant and flexible
Does not get stuck on a scene or player for too long
- gives due respect and attention but keeps moving.
A good player plays his own part and does not try
and play the part of others.
A good player does not try to obstruct other players
Find the right team and enjoy the game

THOUGHTS TO GET YOU THROUGH ANY CRISIS

Indecision is the key to flexibility.
!
There is always one more son-of-a-b---- than you counted on.
!
There is absolutely NO substitute for a genuine lack of preparation.
!
Happiness is merely the remission of pain.
!
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.
!
Sometimes too much to drink is not enough.
!
The facts, although they may be interesting, are irrelevant.
!
The careful application of terror is also a form of communication.
!
Someone who thinks logically provides a nice contrast to the real world.
!
Things are more like they are today than they ever were before.
!
Anything worth fighting for is worth fighting dirty for.
!
Everything should be made as simple as possible, but no simpler.
!
Friends may come and go, but enemies accumulate.
!
I have seen the truth and it makes no sense
!
Suicide is the most sincere form of self-criticism.
!
This is probably as bad as it can get, but don’t count on it.
!
If you think that there’s good in everyone, you haven’t met everyone.
!
If you can smile when things go wrong, you have someone in mind to blame.
!
One seventh of your life is spent on Mondays
!
By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.
!
Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.
!
The more you run over a dead cat, the flatter it gets
!

When was the last time?

You made love?

Lets face it we all belong to this meat market
where people assume we are getting laid regularly.
Many are embarrassed to let their family and friends know
they are on this site... seeking sex....

But is this what you have really found here?

I read a post by a friend who I find very sexy loving and attractive saying she had been celibate for nearly 15 years.
When I first joined I read about people who hadn't had any
for over a year and I thought they were joking.

Yes I came here looking for sex but it is that crucial step
of agreeing to let some one touch you intimately that holds a person back.

The fear of not being able to satisfy a person,
of what might be said about my body -
of being that one wam bam thank you mam -
of what might be said about you behind your back

A guy can do it with many and he is a stud
a women who has many partners is known as a slut..

So how long has it been for you?

Nothing comes from nothing....and nothing ever will

Democracy is that form of government where
everybody gets what the majority deserves.

Diplomacy is the ability to tell someone to
"get lost" in such a way that they look forward to the trip.

Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else
have your way.

Diplomacy is the art of saying "nice doggy"
until you find a large enough rock.

Do not believe in miracles,
rely on them.

Do someone a favor and
it becomes your job.

Do whatever your enemies
do not want you to do.

Doing a good job around here is like
wetting your pants in a dark suit;
you get a warm feeling, but nobody notices.

Don't be irreplaceable;
if you cannot be replaced,
you cannot be promoted.

Don't be so open minded
that your brain falls out.

Fell into a hole...

A girl lost her way and fell into a hole
trying desperately to get out
she kept digging her hole

A religious fundamentalist came along, and said:
"You deserve your hole."

A psychologist came along and said:
"Accept your hole, that way you'll be happy."

A religious liberal came along and said:
"Your hole is God's beautiful gift to you."

An activist came along and said:
"Fight for the right to stay in your hole."

An empathist came along and said:
"I really feel for you in that hole."

A researcher came along and said:
"What an interesting hole."

A politician came along and said:
"Discrimination against holes is illegal."

A charismatic Christian came along and said:
“Just confess you're not in that hole."

Respectable people came along and said:
"We don't associate with low downs."

Her mother came along and said:
"It's your father's fault you're in that hole."

Her father came along and said:
"It's your mother's fault you're in that hole."

Her partner came along and said:
"It's all my fault you're in that hole."

And finally she realised the only way to get
out of the hole was to help herself
Only she could help herself be whole again.

Morale of the story only you can do it for yourself!
If you allow others to speak for your life
you might just end up dying in that hole...
so start to build a way to happiness.

Take twelve fine, full-grown months;

Take twelve fine, full-grown months;
see that these are thoroughly free from old memories of bitterness, rancor and hate,
cleanse them completely from every clinging spite;
pick off all specks of pettiness and littleness; in short,
see that these months are freed from all the past—have them fresh and clean as when they first came from the great storehouse of Time.
Cut these months into thirty or thirty-one equal parts.
Do not attempt to make up the whole batch at one time (so many persons spoil the entire lot this way) but prepare one day at a time.

Into each day put equal parts of faith, patience, courage,
work (some people omit this ingredient and so spoil the flavor of the rest), hope, fidelity, liberality, kindness,
rest (leaving this out is like leaving the oil out of the salad dressing— don’t do it),
prayer, meditation, and one well-selected resolution.
Put in about one teaspoonful of good spirits,
a dash of fun, a pinch of folly,
a sprinkling of play,
and a heaping cupful of good humor.

Tokoloshe

The tokoloshe is a short, hairy, dwarf-like creature from Africa. It is an extremely powerful mischievous and evil spirit that is often invisable except to those who it has come to haunt.
he is a naughty little devil who can make things disappear, or cause things to happen and make trouble between people.
It can cause illness, even death I have known people to flee their homes and refuse to re-enter because a tokoloshe came to visit them there.

The penis of the tokoloshe is so long that it has to be slung over his shoulder. Thus sexually well-endowed, the duties of the tokolosh include making love to its witch mistress. In return, it is rewarded with milk and food. In common with European myths and legends concerning familiars, salt must not be added to food offerings for tokoloshes. The witch keeps the tokoloshe docile by cutting the fringe of hair that hangs over its eyes.

The natives live in round houses so the tokoloshe can not hide in the corners and raise their beds by placing the legs of their beds on bricks to keep the occupant of the bed out of reach of the tokoloshe.

Only the strongest n’anga or witch-doctor has the power to banish him from the area, and he is very sly in returning when least expected.

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dec 26 2008

With less than a week to New Year
do you have any resolutions to make?
What are your motivating factors?
Do you feel making a decision on New years eve
gives you a little more resolve to see things through?

Last week I truely believed I would not see next year in.
This year has definitely not been one of my best and
I threw myself into work, pushing my limits doing the impossible
at times I was lucky to get a couple of hours sleep a night before getting up and throwing myself back into work.

I truely believe that what we think and feel influences our health so when my heart started playing up I believed it was just because I had a broken heart and hard work would solve the problem. I am stubborn and insist on doing things my way.

My blood was not carrying enough oxygen around my system and I was literally suffocating myself. my blood pressure was averaging around 240/140 and my hands were cold and blue.
I felt like a walking time bomb.

This year I am going to try and take things a little easier.

Make a decision and then make it right.
There just are no wrong decisions.
You could go this way, or that way,
and either way will eventually get you to where you want to be.
But in the moment you start complimenting yourself
Is the moment you allow yourself to start living.

lady hibiscus

the_Wenchess - (40) 5,286 kms from me in Northhampton, U.K. Her blog is called, ‘NYC’s Blog’. She’s a real champion of the Frigga Contest which I’d not heard a peep about until she commented in my blog one day. She has the coolest pics in her profile. Her blog is as colourful as she is while writing and sharing pics about a game of lust, dining in (love red shoes!), polling about to find the most prevalent astrological sign on the site (not sure who’s winning that one yet), found it interesting on how she ponders various topics on the site such as where to go on a date? Or how she spotlights other bloggers upon occasion, I saw welshdragon there one day! She’s a very different, ‘take’ on childhood tales or comic book characters such as Tarzan and Jane. She uses lovely muted colours to decorate her blog which I really like because reading on a computer sometimes hurts my eyes, especially when a screen is very busy or has too many shades. Guess I need a pair of those over-sized sunglasses misterme wrote about. But I’m NOT wearing a bikini. I really like this blog as it’s written in a tongue very different than any I’ve read here in Blogland on A.F.F. Thanks, Wenchess! Wishing you a healthy, joyous and peaceful 2009.

tokoloshe

The tokoloshe is a short, hairy, dwarf-like creature from Africa. It is an extremely powerful mischievous and evil spirit that is often invisable except to those who it has come to haunt.
he is a naughty little devil who can make things disappear, or cause things to happen and make trouble between people.
It can cause illness, even death I have known people to flee their homes and refuse to re-enter because a tokoloshe came to visit them there.

The penis of the tokoloshe is so long that it has to be slung over his shoulder. Thus sexually well-endowed, the duties of the tokolosh include making love to its witch mistress. In return, it is rewarded with milk and food. In common with European myths and legends concerning familiars, salt must not be added to food offerings for tokoloshes. The witch keeps the tokoloshe docile by cutting the fringe of hair that hangs over its eyes.

The natives live in round houses so the tokoloshe can not hide in the corners and raise their beds by placing the legs of their beds on bricks to keep the occupant of the bed out of reach of the tokoloshe.

Only the strongest n’anga or witch-doctor has the power to banish him from the area, and he is very sly in returning when least expected..

16 dec 2008

I haven't been so well lately.
On Friday night I was threatened with an ambulance and managed to wiggle my way out - then again this morning.
Asking me to go in an ambulance is like asking me to jump off a cliff... well actually been known to do that quite happily.

I was once swept out to sea when I went swimming after a floating toy of my son's and a rescue boat was sent out to fetch me.
I told them to put the floating Whale in the boat and I would swim back - no way was I going to climb in the rescue boat.

So I succumbed to seeking proper medical advice today, signing up with a doctor is a nightmare here. And they can't see me till Monday.
Next step go to the pharmacist, who can't speak English...
and tells me I need to see a doctor to get anti-emetics, she didn't even know them as that had to tell her I needed something to stop me hurling cats..
Suck on an ice cube, she told me, you are getting dehydrated - I wanted to throttle her.

So here I sit, about to venture out to the hospital.
I hate admitting that I am not well
and I am the worst patient

UPDATE: BP to blame 220/120 Doc said he would send the police to find me if I don't report in again this morning.
He had a great sense of humour and understood my fear of Doctors.
maybe I have been having too many happy horny thoughts
loves and hugs

On a more serious note
it is my heart that is messing me around again.
February last year I had what I dismissed as a heart hiccup
and I walked away saying I could cope with anything
now I have to face the fact that my heart ain't as strong
as t should be.

There is a time for everything

There is a time for everything and I have come across people here who have met the special one but they were still married and could not disentangle themselves for each other.

I have spoken to many people who say their marriage is dead, they are on here looking for some action, being stuck in a Vanilla relationship can feel like a living death – a dull, grey, flat, boring blankness. Something is seriously missing: verve, vitality, life, power, passion, intensity, spontaneity, they feel it is alright to add a bit of spice by having discrete relationships.

When a person is right for you, they feel right for you. They add vibrancy and joy to your life, as you do to theirs; they do not make you feel flat, bored, annoyed with yourself for failing to feel what you are supposed to feel, or any other such depressing things. They do not seem dull, numb, flat, lifeless. When a person is right for you, you do not have a nagging feeling that something is missing – and neither do they. The person may well be full of faults; there may be many problems; but they feel right nevertheless.

My question is even if it feels right together would you be able to build a relationship with a person you met while they were married?
Would it not be in the back of your mind that they messed around on their partner when they met you could this pattern not be repeated?
I don’t include people who are seperated but not divorced yet here, just people who want to step out of a relationship where their partner has no idea they are looking.

The strength of a man

The strength of a man
isn't seen in the width of his shoulders.
It is seen in the width of his arms that encircle you.

The strength of a man
isn't in the deep tone of his voice.
It is in the gentle words he whispers.

The strength of a man
isn't how many buddies he has.
It is how good a buddy he is with his kids.

The strength of a man
isn't in how respected he is at work.
It is in how respected he is at home.

The strength of a man
isn't in how hard he hits..
It is in how tender he touches.

The strength of a man
isn't how many women he's Loved by.
It is in can he be true to one woman.

The strength of a man
isn't in the weight he can lift.
It is in the burdens he can understand and overcome

I screamed

The last couple of nights
I have been dreaming ...
Deep in slumber.

As most of you know I am blessed
to be spoilt rotten - I live with three men.
Last night I slept with my windows open
and one of my "guys" thought I was still out,
so came into my room to close the window.

I screamed! I screamed so loudly
everyone woke up - and the neighbours
came knocking on the door...
oh dear embarrassment!

Once before, when I first started living with my husband
he used to party late into the night and there were times
I had had to call the police in because it was not a safe
area and there had been attempted break ins.

I took to sleeping with my little Ruby under my pillow.
We had an agreement that he would come and knock on the
window before entering the house.
On this particular evening he forgot to knock.
As he entered the bedroom - I sat up - and was going
to blast who ever it was away..

Thank goodness I realised before I pulled the trigger
It was only my man come home...

Do you scream in your sleep?

Addiction..

Addiction is very difficult to overcome.

At least when it is smoking or alcohol the problem is tangible and the effects obvious.

But when it comes to addiction to a person how do we deal with this?

How do we show some one that they are hurting themselves?

Worse still - when some one is addicted to you personally - how do you show them that you mean them no harm but that they are putting themselves in danger by being addicted to you?

When you have pointed out how what they are doing could cause harm - that they are endangering themselves!
And yet they continue to do what you know will hurt them?

Do you cut all contact?
Do you tell a lie and say
you don't care about them any more?

If it is for their own safety -
is it best to cut all contact?

British Cultural History

I travel a lot with business and more and more I am coming across boarded up pubs.
The hearts have been ripped out of the British People
While I am not a smoker and find a clean pub so much easier to breathe in - the banning of smoking probably marked the end of the British Pub culture.
Something about the heart having been ripped out of these places, pubs used to be frequented at the end of the day -
where men came together to have a good old blarney and let go of frustrations before going home to the wife.
I stopped in an old pub the other day and there was a man singing, random lines of an old song and it took me back - back to the days where we all used to sing together.
At the tops of our voices, some fantastic songs like We will rock you, Summer of 69, Nights in white Satin to name only a few....
The heart of the village was the pub, all the news could be heard there, if some one in the neighbourhood was in need it was in the pub that it would be sorted.
Some how the banning of smoking and the rigid rules and legislation that has been put on our pubs has taken the one source of solidarity away from our neighbourhoods...
To have a culture you need people to be united,
due to the economic crisis we face today
and the way pubs and human freedom have been governed
we are becoming alienated from each other..

Often I have heard it asked what is British culture?
Sadly it is history ....

a real joker

Smiles I recently called a friend a real card.
Oh my English is so antiquated.

An ace of hearts or just a simple joker?

Now I wonder which would I rather be?
Which does he see himself as?

An Ace of hearts...LOVE
A Romeo?
The winner of all?
That communion between two souls,
with a beauty that can never
be forgotten or ignored.

Or Just a simple joker?
Versatile, evolution
the wild card ...
as conflicting as life or death?
beauty, ugliness,
harmony and chaos.
Infinity or Stagnation.

In this world of uncetainity

In this world of uncetainity
It affects us all differently
One man's temper might rise,
while the other man's temper might freeze.
We stand as a world embarrassed of our past
In the days of long confessions,
we can not mock a soul
When there's too much of nothin',
no one has control.
When it's too much of nothin',
every one turns a blind eye.
Africa's prayer was answered - a black man took
a seat of power - a man whose voice would be listened to
What happened.... the powers that be SADAC took the side
of the oppressor.

Cyber ships

Like ships they enter our waters
Some come as pirate ships
Out to plunder, loot and destroy …
Others come as cargo ships
Heavy laden and full of woe..
Some enter as submarines appearing
And disappearing as they fancy
Then there are those that set sail
Across the mighty waters
Magestically like cruise ships

Each entering the unknown seas
Clinging to their fantasy of what is meant to be
The oceans are scattered with messages
Like shooting stars across the cyber seas
Thoughts take flight on virtual wings

Wishing new friends a peaceful path
through these oceans may you come in peace
and find what you come to seek.

Pass the Port

Do you enjoy port and cheese after dinner?

I have always enjoyed a wee port after dinner
accompanied by a selection of cheeses and biscuits....

This ritual was started by the British naval custom in the 1700’s.

Traditionally, the wine is passed "port to port": the host will pour a glass for the person seated at their right and then pass the bottle or decanter to the left (the port side); this practice is then repeated around the table.

If the port becomes forestalled at some point, it is considered poor form to ask for the decanter directly.
Instead, the person seeking a refill would ask of the person who has the bottle:
"Do you know the Bishop of Norwich?" (after the notoriously stingy Bishop).
If the person being thus queried does not know the ritual (and so replies in the negative), the querent will remark "He's an awfully nice fellow, but he never remembers to pass the port."

A technical solution to the potential problem of a guest forgetting their manners and "hogging" the port can be found in a Hoggett Decanter which has a rounded bottom, which makes it impossible to put it down until it has been returned to the host, who can rest it in a specially designed wooden stand known as "the Hoggett."

In other old English traditions when port is decanted, commonly at the dining table, the whole bottle should be finished in one sitting by the diners, and the table should not be vacated until this is done.

WISDOM - BEAVER

we are all born with a purpose we just need to find the right path and stay focused.
Take the Beaver as an example using his sharp teeth for cutting trees and branches to build his dams and lodges. If he did not use his teeth, the teeth would continue to grow until they became useless, and the cause of his demise.

Here follows a story of a beaver who moved in on a stream. He immediately began taking down small trees, and within a couple of weeks the small stream turned into a small pond. Everyday he added more to his damn and to his house.
It was clear to see where the term "busy as a beaver", came from as he set to work.

With the stream now damned and his house built, he started chewing on a very large maple tree. The tree is over 60 feet tall and is approximately five feet in diameter at the base.
Over the winter, he would come out and chew a bit more. He had setbacks as with winter storms and freezing weather. The task seemed impossible such a little creature and such a huge tree. But sure enough, when the weather allowed, he kept coming back and would chew a bit more.
The beaver's original goal was survival - to build a home for the winter. Working every day with that particular focus in mind, he achieved that goal. But the large maple tree he started chewing on last fall was a future goal - he wanted the large tree for the spring, to provide new food and branches to continue damning in anticipation of the spring thaw. And, even with the setbacks he faced over the winter, he never gave up.

Sometimes our goal is simply to survive, but we also need to set goals for tomorrow.
And sometimes, just surviving seems to occupy all of our time
But, if you do just a little bit when times allows,
and keep focused on your future goal, you will achieve it.

the turtle

The correlation between the universal pattern and the turtle is an amazing one. It is thought that in the beginning of creation Grandmother turtle was given the role of ensuring that the laws would never be lost or forgotten.

The truth of the world can be read on the shell of a turtle.
On the back of a Turtle are the 13 moons, each representing each cycle of the Earth's rotations around the sun.
The 28 markings on her back represent the cycle of the moon

Ever?

Ever done anything that shocked even you?
Something totally out of character?

Ever dared to step over the line
Perhaps do something you would not condone in another person?

Lived for the moment foresaking all consequences?
What causes a person to snap and rebel?

What was the out come did you regret it?
Or was the memory worth the cost?

To my friends and multi profilers

Since returning to blogging
I have noticed a lot of absent friends.
I have also learnt that some of those who
touched my world and influenced me were
multi profilers.

I admit I have two profiles -
one Newyearchic and this one -
but I have never hidden the fact
or acted as a seperate individual.
Those of you who know me understand
why I made the change.

What hurts is that they made their way into my heart
and my prayers as seperate individuals
Each one meaning different things to me,
I was decieved - but worse still they were
decieving themselves.

In a world of shattered and scattered emotions
it might be hard to accept yourself as one person.
I think this is perhaps the reason I stopped blogging,
my id was shattered and I could no longer write as I once had.

I have a firm belief in people attaining the best they can,
I always believed that if we stood together as friends
we would become stronger within ourselves.
I think I am beginning to doubt my own judgement.
There is a fine line between love and hate
Perhaps even a finer one between the truth and deceit.

How can people hope to build up friendships when they
have difficulty accepting themselves as individuals?

Here is my wish to you all
May you learn to accept yourselves
Knowing that being you is enough.
May you be your own best friend.

There he goes the broken man

There he goes, the broken man,
Empty bottle in his hand,
Thirsting for sympathy,
Bursting with lethargy.

There he goes, the broken man,
Exiled to his own wasteland,
A fortune gained, then burned,
By lessons not quite learned.

Didn’t he hold you on a golden day?
Didn’t you take him in and say
Forever?

Disillusioned with his so-called potential,
The warmest memory, inconsequential.
A leaf torn from the limb,
Blowing away in the wind.
How are you gonna’ remember him?

There he goes, the broken man,
Convictions too weak to stand,
And there’s a darkness pulling him near,
Watch him disappear.

Didn’t he hold you on that rainy day?
Didn’t you hope it could stay that way
Forever?

There he goes, the broken man,
And here you are,
With your memories intact.
He fades away, so now promise yourself,
There’ll be no taking him back.

Didn’t he lift you on your lowest day?
Didn’t he swing you up to the sun
And say,
Forever?

blogger progression

I suppose it is something unique to blogging,
while we blog we are united as one a community.
But what happens to those who no longer blog?
Should we just be able to forget about them because they are no longer blog?
I whizzed around leaving hugs on blogs today and yes unfortunately deleting some from my watched list, they haven't visited mine so perhaps they feel we don't gel so to say.
my mind went back to those who have passed through these halls - we may never have met but they leave a lasting impression on us.
And then I wondered if I had perhaps lost their blog?
Are they still blogging?
Perhaps they have a new handle?
To those who have gone before
I send my hugs -
and pray that they are happy and well

Fuck Buddies

Fuck buddies
People who help us move on….
Our need for validation and acceptance after the end of a relationship
Is often found through a fuck buddy.
Sometimes that person begins to feel like your life long soul mate.
This is where hurt can set in – where two people do not see eye to eye.
You come together seeking the physical satisfaction that the body yearns for
But the soul is confused and needs time to adjust and heal.
Always keep this in mind when dealing with any relationship –
either both of you want the relationship –
or you don’t
no amount of begging will change a mind that is already set instead it will drive it away!
Fuck buddies can remain long term friends if
You both respect each other’s feelings and realise
That you were there for each other when you needed each other
But life moves on.

Stuck in a bad realtionship

Stuck in a bad relationship

The main reason for people joining dating sites is to find some fun, to add a little spice to their lives.
Many come unprepared to play with the fire they may get caught in.
And so a meeting is arranged and since you are both looking for a little excitement often you do meet some one and you strike a match – wow they are everything you have ever wanted – good in bed always full of compliments – it is the dating game afterall!
You begin to think of each other constantly and tune into each other’s thoughts.
Sometimes this can become an obsessive pattern.
You call, email, make plans, laugh, share your lives, have great sex!
You drop all that is your life now in preference for the new person and then
the bubble bursts for any number of reasons, signifying that this was not meant to last.
The fantasy stops.
Reality Check.
Old issues of self doubt and inadequacy surface.
After a bad relationship ends you must find out who you have become and what you have learned.
You need to learn to accept yourself for what and who you have become only then will it be possible to move on.

There is no point jumping out of a frying pan
only to land in the fire... look before you leap.

To love another you need to love yourself – sex might be great but it is not everything.

Dating sites

I recently came across a review on Adult FriendFinder claiming it to be a farce.
Below is an extract the only part which I read and agreed with......
Encompassing everything from vanilla to fetish - This is the place for married people to meet each other for "friendships with benefits," where recently divorced mid-lifers search for the wildness they feel with great resentment that they missed, and where young people wanting to experiment find willing instructors.

Yesterday I did a post that was declined on the reality of this site, we all come here looking for something.
I will be the first to admit that I came here looking for sex – my first profile stated my goal was to find me a man or I would have to resort to going back to gym! (I swim now…..)

I personally don’t like all the excessive marketing that is going on but…
Let me see now….. is this not the home of swingers?
Is it not quite clearly stated that the gel here is sex?

Yes we do get those uninformed ignorant sods that come here thinking this is a cheap pick up joint but in reality I have made friendships on here – male and female – learnt a little more how the male brain works – considering most are guided by their lower brain giggles where - else could you do that than on a sex site.

Let’s face it as a female we have the pick of the bunch – lucky us – if we have to tolerate some deluded creatures along the I am happy to ignore them – the good guys far out way the bad. I have built up friendships on here that are purely platonic but I know if I ever needed a hand all I would need to do is ask. Yes and that is from the married men too. Even married people get lonely and need some one to talk to. True this is often a place people come to towards the end of their marriages but the crack was there already – they can not say they didn’t come here with open eyes.

So to those people who are here …
and complain about married people …..
please tell me where else we could blog with such open candor?
{when it isn’t being vetted by the big boys}

Judge not lest you yourself be judged.

Did you know there is an end in the word friend

and an over in the word lover?
and between two people there is friendship…
relationships are like ships at sea
facing all kinds of weather.

Friendship has seasons too!
In the beginning everything is fresh and new
Followed by leaves of autumn
bright colours of red and gold,
Fading into the dark cold winter shades.

In the beginning we are caught up in the swirling winds of spring
No time to stop and think of what might be’s we live for today.
Ah those summers of friendship how warm they once were.
The winters creep up and enter often unannounced
The warm sunshine is replaced with cold frosty blasts.
We are reminded that nothing lasts forever
life changes so fast,

Life is meant for living and enjoying,
Life is meant for knowing those who cross our paths.
And for loving the ones that stay a while…
We all need others to help sail our ship of life.

As we approach the autumn of our lives I hope we all
Look back and know
That each leaf we met including ourselves had a purpose
That we look back knowing we made the most of what was offered
No one knows whose life they touch or who they will embrace,
Just by actions that they do or being face to face.
So as you stand among the leaves remember
You too will be remembered as a leaf…
Were you a bright loving giving leaf
Or did you shrivel up before your time….

Sex is good for you

Be sure to read the warning at the bottom.
I didn't change a word!
I'm not messing with the Sex Fairy!

Sex is a beauty treatment. Scientific tests find that when women make love they produce amounts of the hormone estrogen, which makes hair shine and skin smooth.

Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces your chances of suffering dermatitis, skin rashes and blemishes. The sweat produced cleanses the pores and makes your skin glow.

Lovemaking can burn up those calories you piled on during that romantic dinner.

Sex is one of the safest sports you can take up. It stretches and tones up just about every muscle in the body. It's more enjoyable than swimming 20 laps, and you don't need special sneakers!

Sex is an instant cure for mild depression. It releases endorphins into the bloodstream, producing a sense of euphoria and leaving you with a feeling of well-being.

The more sex you have, the more you will be offered. The sexually active body gives off greater quantities of chemicals called pheromones. These subtle sex perfumes drive the opposite sex crazy!

Sex is the safest tranquilizer in the world. IT IS 10 TIMES MORE EFFECTIVE THAN VALIUM.

Kissing each day will keep the dentist away. Kissing encourages saliva to wash food from the teeth and lowers the level of the acid that causes decay, preventing plaque build-up.

Sex actually relieves headaches. A lovemaking session can release the tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain.

A lot of lovemaking can unblock a stuffy nose. Sex is a natural antihistamine. It can help combat asthma and hay fever.

This message has been sent to you for good luck in sex. The original is in a room in the basement of the Dwight House Pub. It has been sent around the world nine times. Now sex has been sent to you. The "Hot Sex Fairy" will visit you within four days of reading this message, provided you, in turn, send it on.

If you don't, then you will never receive good sex again for the rest of your life. You will eventually become celibate, and your genitals will rot and fall off. This is no joke! Send copies to people you think need sex (who doesn't?). Don't send money, as the fate of your genitals has no price.

Just a few giggles to start the week off on....
(Obviously this is a repost of a chain letter)