Wanting a
 

Massage soooooooooooo bad that she will be more than happy to give but....
dont want to give the wrong impression......:canoworms::wtf:

Just great memories of an amazingly fun-filled weekend on my new motorcycle with all my rowdy friends...so fun.

Hey Talon,

Congradulations on the new Bike.
I know the feeling.Was tossing around the idea myself.
Enjoy yourself and i hope all your friends are jealous.
Courious,What did you end up buying?

s.

What's on my mind is parents. Not my parents but parents that I see day to day. I don't have children (and probably won't ever, unless it's one of those immaculate conception kind of things)

I have worked with children of all ages and from all sorts of socioeconomic backgrounds, with all sorts of disabilities and abilities, in the class room and out of the class room. In all of the years that I worked with children, with all of the frustration, and endless kid questions, and hissy fits, and pouting, I NEVER once treated a child the way I see some parents treat their kids.

It makes me angry to see a mom not paying one bit of attention to her kid, and then yelling at the kid to "sit your big ass down" when the girl (about 5years old) acts up for some attention.

It makes me sad to see a little boy looking at his dad with adoration and starting every sentence with "daddy, can we do this?" or daddy, look at that!!" only to have dad treat him like crap even going so far as to put his hand over the kids face to make him stop talking.

I realize that being a parent is hard. Sometimes you need a break. But it just burns me up to see kids treated so bad. By their own parents no less. I hope that should I ever have a child of my own, I show my child everyday how loved and special they are.

Can I just ask you to give your kid a hug today. Or at least let them know how much you love them, no matter how old they are.

my girl has been on my mind all day! mmhmmm..

Nekohl,

Isn't that the truth? Forget the DSi, Wii, and toy of the moment. All they really want is your time and attention. I find with my volunteer work construction paper, crayons and lying on the floor eye-to-eye quality time beats any other activity hands down. But better believe these are the same parents that wonder why their kids shut them out in the teen years.....

The moon is on my mind. It's in the sky like a big pizza pie. It's cool out, so I've been taking runs at night, and the moon follows me.

The Expendables...a bunch of old, has been guys thinking they still "got it" Sly's face on on a 10 foot high screen....no thanks :|

my house smells like wet dog :seeingstars:
Time for two critters to get scrub downs!

What is on my mind...

I don't want to say that it's a reoccuring dream but I will say that the place looks familiar in a dream-state of mind. The building, the architecture, the rooms, it's grandure.... all of it was so soooooo familiar. But interestingly enough, a few more rooms were revealed this dream. There was actually several more rooms revealed. The place is like a maze of rooms and hallways and separate living quarters. Like three or more families could live in one massive mansion. This time I got to see the indoor basketball court and the swimming pool that had two smaller pools on each side with the automatic water resistance so it gives the feel and effect that one is swimming against the current but remaining in one spot. I did see a guy in one who was working on his starts for the backstroke. He had a couple of coaches working with him and some girls were watching. I was just passing through but he got out of his training and went to the other small pool to chew out the coaches for the girls. He was saying that he would appreciate it if they would do their job because he's tired of the audience, and he did not say it in a nice way either. I kept on walking...

It really was odd to go back into the familiar parts of this place and then to walk through doors or down a hall and discover the new sections. I don't feel as though I am done with this place... I think I will have this dream again... for the fifth or sixth time. I've lost count now. I wonder if this place or something similar really exists? Isn't it curious how our subconscious minds work through our dreams....??

What's on my mind.... Hmmmm.. I hate being in limbo... I'm all moved. Still have some boxes to unpack or put in storage but yet something still doesn't feel right just yet. I try to be patient but sometimes, it's hard.

I'm sure I'll know what is next for me soon... and all will be okay no matter which way my life turns. I'm hoping for some excitement sometime soon.

Why thank you, rusted...
It's quite the high, wouldn't you say?
I bought a Harley VRod 10th anniversary edition in chrome.
She is a machine of pure heaven....I think I'm in love...no, no, wait...I AM IN LOVE.
Thank you for asking, can you tell that I just love to talk about her? :cheer::cupid:

More like what isn't on my mind. I think I am over stimulated cause I can't seem to focus on anything today

Mother Nature
 

It's august here... and I think your tired... I've never seen you this tired.... Your acorns and leaves are already falling..your sap is flowing...your geese have started flying south..your squirrels are foraging like you are miscarrying... autumn... the old one's say all this means... a long cold winter is coming.

My Joey
 

On my mind today....my best friend of 30 years. The one a few of you may have seen in my photo album on my profile. My Joey. My Rock. The one who knows me better than I do. The one who calls me on my shit and kicks my ass when necessary. The one who I keep telling should have been a woman...lol. My Joey.

He had a heart attack last night. I got the call at 1:00am. He is as ok as he can be for now...many tests later, answers are coming slowly. He is alive. Thank you God....

He is afraid, scared, terrified even. I know as I have been there. 3 years ago, I lived through my own attack. He would not let me visit him tonight. He doesn't want me to see him like this. But he visited me. I am upset, but will respect his wishes, then when he is better, I shall firmly kick his ass. Brat that he is....

His husband is the second best friend I have. I have grown to love Terry equally. They are incredible together.

His parents have both passed.
When I left for work this morning, I looked up at the sky and said "Ma, I know you miss him and love him, but please, we aren't done with him here yet...please help him stay with us.....please Ma"

I know that may be selfish. It is selfish. But I am not ready to face this world without him. He is 45. Much too young.

My Rock, My Joey...I love you...continue to heal....heal quickly...we still have much to do....:praying:

Watching the Olympic swimming competition has brought back so many memories of my days as a competitive swimmer...i wasn't anywhere even remotely close to this level but i had teammates who were...two Olympians on our team...my best friend on the 1976 USA team and another on the 1980 British team...i was living in the UK in 1980 & was able to watch the Moscow games and watched him win gold in the 100m breaststroke...knowing how hard we trained...remembering how our team captain carried me to the car & drove me to the doctor when i broke my foot...a scared 17 year old away from home for the first time, they were my family...we kept each other sane (or insane...lol)...that the freshman swimmers still had to pass the PE swimming test even though we were all standing there in our team Speedos...lol :shark: