tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408856805796587362024-03-19T00:50:12.307-07:00Love, Curiosity, Freckles and DoubtMind Penetration, Verbal Stimulation mixed with Some Random Quarks of Life.
Sharing my mind, heart and a piece of my soul - Come along for the ride.... Sharing is Caring in this place.Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.comBlogger473125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-51151640003542200672018-04-12T02:53:00.004-07:002018-04-12T02:53:43.845-07:00Unloaded: Betrayal of the "best" dude<br />
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with your psychological process of dealing with people and sometimes takes you
out of your character. It not only hurts
but is painful in a way that changes the dynamic of your spirit. It is the slow uncomfortable screw that tends
to linger without hope of pushing through the surface. There so many questions and not enough
answers. It is the effect without any
cause. It is the lack of logic the
taints your emotions. I have been
betrayed and taken for granted in the worse way by a person that I not only
loved and cared about but someone that held in high regard as my extended
family. This person has taken my
heartfelt love as a weakness and disrespected it in a way that cannot be forgotten
at this moment is not forgiven. Now I
need to release these emotions. They are
no longer conducive to my being. Again,
it is a process that it is not taken lightly as this baggage is unloaded.</div>
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UNLOADED: After over 20 years of so called friendship,
I will no longer be needing your presence in my life. I will accept and recognize it all for what
it was, a moment in time when I thought that you were a stand up dude. A dude that was supposed to be the best in
all attributes of what was known as friendship.
Once upon a time you were
respected and appreciated. There were
times that you were the one that turned to for guidance and/or a listening
ear. I was your secret keeper, voice of
reason and even good for a long walk. There
was a time when taking care of the body was important. There was a time when the heart was
real. There was a time that I never
questioned your intentions. We confided
in each other in a way that more family the friend. There were what I thought were real heart to
hearts of aspirations, dreams and desires.
I thought you were better than this and I expected better than this with
you. There were plenty of family events, birthdays,
wedding planning and even the tears when I moved to Atlanta. It all feels like it was a fallacy.</div>
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We were the dynamic duo for time
and even had some deep heart to hearts about what were suppose to be future
endeavors. We went through life with a few bumps in the road but found our way
back to friendship. I missed you in that
time and found a way to let you back in.
We were family. Our family was
family. It was suppose to be all
good. We were supposed to be a forever
kind of good, so I thought. Your blatant
disrespect for my family is a new all time low for you and I have to admit that
I am more than surprised. I would have
never believed that you were such a liar, manipulator and deceiver. I do not
know what is going on in your head but I cannot believe that your heart is any
good. Your word means nothing and I just
do not understand. Somewhere you got lost. The connection drifted and you changed or
maybe you didn’t change but became comfortable with your faulty character. You lost your moral integrity. You got the game twisted. You lost the love and the respect and in
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I reached out on more than one
occasion expressing how I felt and tried to see if the dude that was my best
dude for so many years was still there and nothing came from it. Even once you claimed to be sorry and that
you were going to move forward you did not and have not. It sucks that this is who you are but most of
all it hurts. My forever friend who would
never do anything to hurt me or my family did just that in a major way and has
managed to show no remorse once however.
Wow. I hope that it was worth
it. I hope that you move on with your
life and continue to disregard my being.
I no longer wish to know you or your representative. There is no need to ever have any additional
dialogue about anything ever. I am releasing you and all of this unnecessary drama
that you have created. I hope that all
recognize you for who you are and avoid any interaction with your bull. Thank you for showing me who you are. Peace
out dude.</div>
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<br />Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-42294145114669496992018-04-02T23:47:00.001-07:002018-04-02T23:47:09.833-07:00my broken heart<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So much life has been
happening and I am having a hard time keeping my head and my heart in
sync.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are so many things to be
thankful for and I am grateful that I don’t look like all of what is going on
within me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It all feels like a constant
struggle to keep up with my happiness and still feel the pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My heart hurts and I am tired.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Death has a way of bringing on
so many emotions and while it is bittersweet the bitter tends to linger a
while.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Heartbreak is a real thing but I
only wish that it was not as strong as I feel that I have given it credit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It looms over my spirit and I fight so hard
to not succumb to it suffrage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wish to
not be captive to but it has taken up residency.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Heartbreak became very real
when my daddy died yet he looked so peaceful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was final.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was nothing
to be said of felt again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can still
feel that moment when it occurred.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It took
my breath away and I felt my heart break.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The release was too much as I couldn’t catch my breath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every emotion came over me at one time and it
was too much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That cry still scares me
to this day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do not wish that on
anyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It just hurts real bad and there
is nothing you can do but just feel it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It absolutely sucks and sucks everything out of you for a period and
never goes away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There comes a point
where it is just bearable for a time until it feels up for release.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I miss my daddy every day and it was time to
not cry and hurt like that every day. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">In January, my grandmother
died after a period with Alzheimer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
watched her change but she was still here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>There were still moments where she was herself all the way to the
end.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I got that phone call, my
heart broke again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t believe
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought that I had a little more time
and I couldn’t get myself together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
knees gave out and I was paralyzed with grief. I could feel my heart break
piece by piece and there was nothing I could do about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This feeling reminded me of losing my daddy
which brought a myriad of emotions yet this was centered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It hurt and continues to hurt and at this
point I almost cannot cipher between which break I feel moment to moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">These two people were my everything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were a source of strength, my wise
counsel, my spirit builders, truth givers and peace makers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The world feels very different without them
in it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can completely feel the lack of
their presence especially in my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I miss
them deeply and as go through this journey I know they gave me some great
things to carry with me yet I miss their beings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That part is still hard to handle from moment
to moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-3088304723277859452018-01-06T21:31:00.000-08:002018-01-06T21:31:19.958-08:00Day 5: List 5 places that I would like to visit<div style="text-align: center;">
<u><span style="font-size: large;">5 Places that I Want to Visit</span></u></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUwA6ObKs3iOJ8Hcb9n63WIsUKQNxiPtj8DajvIBB5K5qohcEh6VJdCifUg_PdTlV0jx5W9wfgKf2UEtzZO65tFJfEVmHicraYN4gXesPI3t4Xj9sAvT1XMyJCtPCFn4TX2x5u91-YjM/s1600/barbados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="1600" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUwA6ObKs3iOJ8Hcb9n63WIsUKQNxiPtj8DajvIBB5K5qohcEh6VJdCifUg_PdTlV0jx5W9wfgKf2UEtzZO65tFJfEVmHicraYN4gXesPI3t4Xj9sAvT1XMyJCtPCFn4TX2x5u91-YjM/s200/barbados.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1. <b>Barbados</b> - I am guilty of loving beaches and all places warm. Being from California, the water isn't as clear and the sand is not as white. I love different cultures and would love to experience something different.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3. <b>Nashville</b> with my husband and kids so that they can experience </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">my Alma Mater, the illustrious Fisk University.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1PdHmlbwBthgMlSf8WsqoGW9ISaJf4c7HMtrtTC5DNMerYi-8Qfy-BUaLzyDIgUn6MOcsliFHXsf6Z3sEDoEozMor4vQb3oA-oJKwwcN6m-pyOjXIKAEiquInpOea6p25TDj_gmFQlUg/s1600/FijiMomiBay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="663" data-original-width="1000" height="132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1PdHmlbwBthgMlSf8WsqoGW9ISaJf4c7HMtrtTC5DNMerYi-8Qfy-BUaLzyDIgUn6MOcsliFHXsf6Z3sEDoEozMor4vQb3oA-oJKwwcN6m-pyOjXIKAEiquInpOea6p25TDj_gmFQlUg/s200/FijiMomiBay.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4. <b>Fiji Momi Bay Resort</b> - I am fascinated with the rooms on the water. I am all about an experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">5. <b>Jamaica</b> of course it is all about the beaches, waterfalls and the food.</span>Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-75095666563005915652018-01-05T22:00:00.000-08:002018-01-05T22:00:17.667-08:00Day 4: Write about someone who inspires you.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I am continuously inspired by those that have keep on keepin' on. I am inspired by those that pick themselves up and simply carry on regardless of the hand that is dealt. Life is not easy. There is so much going on in the world, in our cities, neighborhoods and even homes. You almost never know all of what someone is going through in their personal time (lives) unless they outright share it. Yet in still I know so many simply going through (keyword - through). There are the jobless and they thank goodness I have this job so that I can live some sort of life. There are the homeless and the thank goodness I have a place to lay my head even though all of this is going on around me. There is the mad, angry and alone but yet in still let me keep this smile on my face masking all just another day. The list goes on and on. I am especially inspired by those that take the time to care for others. </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibTwH2Z3rfnQHQ5f-YIpIGFO1U5AQ1-N7UU7s53LyAiZuQmfkGAQmdVV0vtBWoz7WZL_EUIS0IUzq9_yZLv5nR7tqIxhUvAqnsRAFTK_T4V7IyqffQE4kvnA0fQga8bk-XkAhojsGfrHw/s1600/be-soft-quote-kurt-vonnegut-quotes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="420" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibTwH2Z3rfnQHQ5f-YIpIGFO1U5AQ1-N7UU7s53LyAiZuQmfkGAQmdVV0vtBWoz7WZL_EUIS0IUzq9_yZLv5nR7tqIxhUvAqnsRAFTK_T4V7IyqffQE4kvnA0fQga8bk-XkAhojsGfrHw/s200/be-soft-quote-kurt-vonnegut-quotes.jpg" width="200" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Presently, I am watching my mother care for her mother. She is doing the best that she can to hold it all together and some days are a lot better than others. My grandmother has Alzheimer disease and it has just reached a point where it is becoming just too much to handle and bare knowing that this is reality. I am listening to overwhelm and doubt set in accompanied by pain and fear. My grandmother is the matriarch of our family (and my last grandparent). At some point she has helped and taken care of everyone. She has been hope, prayers, shelter, food, laughs, truth and love. Most of all she has always been the strongest person we have all known and now she is weak. Some days she is resistant and other days she is her joyful pleasant self yet those days are falling very far and between. She is sometimes mean and so often confused. It is hard to see a person acknowledge that they are losing their mind. It is hard to deal with the reverting moments. It is hard to try to make them drink water, walk to the bathroom and bathe. It is hard to go to work and do a job most efficiently knowing that all of this is going on at home. It is hard to feel alone and as if you must monitor what to share or simply mask on trying to make the world believe that it is all alright especially when you are breaking inside. Life on hold for the most part and every attempt to steal away for a moment is filled with guilt. It is all a myriad of emotions constantly but still standing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am inspired by mother taking care of her mother and still standing regardless of all that she is feeling and going through. I have had the pleasure to be her confidante and listen when she needs to vent or a hug through the phone. I try to be her person. I am constantly trying to remind her of her greatness that is not weakness. It takes a strong person to be a care giver to a loved one. It is a lot all the time especially when you do not know which version of them they are presently. I am inspired by her strength that she believes is nonexistent, her heart that feels already broken and her love that is absolutely endless. I am inspired that even though and through it all she has not gotten hard. She is still somewhat soft and she is still good to so many, even more than they deserve. She inspires me to be a better woman every day.</span></div>
Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-13837779687225400052018-01-04T18:52:00.000-08:002018-01-04T18:52:27.057-08:00Day 3: What are you top 3 Pet Peeves?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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* GRAMMATICAL ERRORS - I try my best not to be the grammar police (though I am always correcting to myself) but there is nothing like a meme that is so awesome but I WILL NOT POST because the grammar is incorrect and apparently no one knows any such tense.</div>
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* SIDE CHICK GLORIFICATIONS - I cannot with this foolery. GET YO ENTIRE LIFE!!!</div>
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*INCONSIDERATION – inconsiderate of time, feelings and people. It aint hard (I know that is not correct but someone speaks ebonics and understood). If there is an issue stay in your own lane</div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">When my daddy dies it seemed as if my entire life rapidly fell apart. I lost my job and my car. I was all over the place emotionally and I cannot even share what my mental was like. It was crash and burn time period. I didn't know how I was going to make it or where my next anything was coming from while trying to cypher out what me new normal was to be with my daddy gone. It was all too much so many days. I recall the pain and <a href="http://nvfreckles.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-not-ok-but-i-will-be.html" target="_blank">heartache</a> and the get yourself together and find a job. After a couple of months, my mom finally said it. pack your stuff and come home (<a href="http://nvfreckles.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-back-to-cali.html" target="_blank">back to LA</a>) once your lease it up. She said that Atlanta will be there and you can always go back but you gotta get your head and your heart align so that you can be whole. This is no way to go through life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">It turned out to be a wonderful decision that truly allowed me to heal (to an extent) and deal with all of the things that I was feeling in a productive manner. I was able to take my time and be surrounded with people that loved on me in a way that I would not have experienced if I had stayed in Atlanta. It wasn't my time and sometimes you have to give in to reach your potential. I am grateful for that time and all of the relationships that were cultured during that time.</span></div>
Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-23783597310557571522018-01-02T22:10:00.002-08:002018-01-05T20:41:45.346-08:00Day 1: List 10 Things that Make You Really Happy.<div style="text-align: center;">
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1. no longer being single makes me really happy. The struggle was real and I have to admit there was a time that I wasn't sure if marriage was ever really going to happen for me. I am happy that I was eventually receptive to this man. He has brought a passion into my life that I didn't know was missing.<br />
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2. My husband's love and support of me and my family makes me happy. It is not every day that a person can truly love his inlaws in a way that is like his very own. I love and appreciate that about him. It makes me extremely happy to know that we journey through life together with such love.<br />
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3. I am happy to know that I have really wonderful people in my life that simply want the very best for me. It has a long road to friendship which leads me to #4<br />
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4. I am happy to know and have such discernment which piggybacks on my #3. Throughout life there are times when your thoughts, beliefs and love for people are tested. I have not always passed those test. There have been times when people have stayed around a lot longer than they should have (I allowed it) and it sometimes clouded my judgement on people that were for me. This makes me really happy.<br />
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5. fantastic eyelashes and lipstick makes me happy. not a typical something but these girly things are awesome to me.<br />
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6. My new children make me happy in a way that I did not know was possible. I am newly married and do not plan on having children of my own but thankfully my husband came with kids that are pretty awesome. It is a major transition but it has proven to be fairly rewarding thus far.<br />
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7. Music makes me really happy. Real Music with great lyrics and not just a hot beat.<br />
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8. LOVE makes me really happy. Again, I have amazing people in my life that I genuinely love through the thick of it, Being so far away has truly made me solidify how much these people mean to me.<br />
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9. Brunch makes me really happy when you're amongst like minded people that believe that cocktails are necessary<br />
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<br />Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-36937896930898825092017-10-15T23:35:00.001-07:002017-10-15T23:37:18.785-07:0090 Days...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today we celebrate our probation period. We have survived, grown and learn a lot about each other. The benefits far out weigh my expectations. My expectations were more than happily ever after but I can honestly say that for the first time in life I am truly just happy with life. We are simply sweet and sometimes sexy. The sexy is the greatest of the benefits.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am grateful that though it has not been easy with my transition, you've been super accommodating. Thank you. It is not always easy and with this journey we are definitely learning each other. I'm dealing with you single man ways and you try to adjust to all my girly ways but somehow we just make it all work.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm so in love with you and being your wife is my greatest joy. I'm glad that you found me when you did. The timing couldn't have been better. We were on the same page at the same time. Our communication still amazes me. I have never had this kind of mental stimulation consistently before you and love the way that you are so into me, my heart and my spirit. Your encouragement has been monumental and it makes me strive to be better every day. I love the way you make me feel even when you're on my last nerve. Those times challenge me most since we are so in this and I feel like the Lord surely is teaching me patience. Merciful Lord.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I believe in us and our future. I believe that we are suppose to be together. I believe that this 90 days are the first of many to come. I believe that we will be able to endure all the storms and love each through it. I am so blessed to be able to continue to live life as your friend, your lover and your wife. </span></div>
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Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-8067539982906804362017-10-02T01:47:00.004-07:002017-10-02T01:47:52.301-07:00Merry 38 (It's my birthday)<div style="text-align: justify;">
So, It's my birthday and I cannot help but to have mixed emotions caressing my brain. The last</div>
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couple of months have been a lot of transition and change which are not really there same things. There are levels to these emotions. Serious Levels.<br />
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I am so blessed and I truly do not want to take any moment for granted or not be ever so appreciative to all the wonderful things that have transpired. I am married to one of the dopest and he is so in love with me. It is really rather awesome and it is all that I have every truly wanted. Being able to know that God is so real has been fantastical. I never would have been ready before now. He definitely readied this man just for me. I actually married before 49 too. #winning</div>
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However I cannot ignore the emptiness that is still a present reality. I miss my family and my breezies. The breezies are my hometown crew. The friends that have truly become family. They are the women that I have spent my birthday with for the last few years and the women that have had my back (for the most part). My loves, my companions and my _____. It had been quite the transition without them. We all lived fairly close and very convenient. Not too mention, I tend to have the best functions with them all included. They all seemed to assist wherever. It is just different but it is not in the wrong way. It is all just very different and I am not completely sure how to handle all of these feelings. It is truly a conflict.</div>
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I am grateful to look back upon life and see the growth that has transpired. I am a good woman with room to grow but I am a good woman nonetheless. I am a good friend, sister, daughter and wife even stepmother (I will revisit this at some point). i am proud of the woman that I am striving to become. It is pretty cool.</div>
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I do not have too many plans today but I figure that i am going to go to dinner but we are planning a little function this weekend to celebrate which is definitely something to look forward to. A time to be able to be social and possibly see some folks that I haven't had an opportunity to see since I have been back. There are some faces that I am looking forward to seeing and hope that they show up. We shall see. Ia m trying to muster some excitement.</div>
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Cheers to 38...</div>
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mind and plenty of time to think and even over think. I tend to think this way
and that way from every point of view with cause and effect and how it will or
can affect. There is just so much on my mind. I am feeling love,
curiosity and all sorts of doubt. I am simply feeling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria math" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">I spent so much of my adulthood praying, hoping and loving love
and now I have it. It is such a beautiful place to be and while there is
not suppose to be a but there is a but that is so bittersweet. I have the
absolute pleasure of living life with the love of my life. I get to see
him every day and love him, encourage him and kiss him every day. I try
my best to make sure he knows how much I love and appreciate him, his love and
his care. He is such an amazing person with a beautiful spirit that listens to
my heart. That's the easy part. After we got married in July, I
moved from Los Angeles back to Atlanta to be my husband's wife. This
transition has been rather bittersweet. While I love and truly adore
being with him, I left all that was my normal and even once my reality.
My heart and spirit misses those connections and interactions deeply.
The convenience of those interactions sprinkled with a multitude of
smiles, infectious laughs, precious moments of love and just genuine
friendship. These friends have become family along with my immediate
family being my mother and my sister. The family that I chose and have
grown accustom to having instant access to at most times to not physically at
all have been tougher than I would have or could have imagined. After all this
is not the first time that I have moved away or even gone away. This move
was not all of a sudden and was very well planned and known for a long while
BUT it is very real. What I feel is very real and it is painful to tears
at points. I often feel very much alone with only myself to comfort.
I just have to feel it and endure each moment without the physical
connection. My love is genuine and very real. It is whole and
complete without fault and all sorts of faith. I am so grateful and yet I feel
so guilty for feeling while I am so blessed with all this love. I am human. A
human simply feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria math" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">I truly just hate to see bad things to happen to good people
especially those that I love. The kind of people that simply are just
good and nice people that seems to not have a malicious bone in their body.
The kind of people that you just want the absolute best for them just
because they are simply awesome. I can’t stand it. It makes me
wanna holler. I mean truly holler because there is nothing I can do to truly
help or be able to take the pain away. Nobody wants to hear I am praying for
you or Trust and believe that God will not give you more than you can handle.
Ha. Because in the moment all you can feel is the shit that you are
dealing with and wondering if He blinked. My only bright side is the
faith that I almost tend to question. How can I an awesome God allow
these folks to endure such pain then it is faith of a mustard seed and the
logic of through is an action word. My heart aches and seemingly bleeds
for those that I love going through life changing, character building and
sometimes devastating experiences. My heart goes to them and I feel pain,
hurt and injustice. Along with that pain goes into all the matters of the
world. ALL of them that go spoken and unspoken with anger and chaos.
I simply feel. I feel for my friend and her husband dealing with
the legal system, dealing with their family strife and the day to say struggles
of being black in America. I feel for my friend's friend that lost her
husband to cancer with two small boys to raise with her tribe. I feel for
my friend that is trying her best to be productive and be the best mother she
can be with all that matters of her mind holding her captive. I feel for
the friend that is simply tired of keeping it together for everyone else and
that feels as if she has nothing left to give. I feel for every friend
that had lost someone that they love and are left putting the pieces together
and simply trying to hold on taking it minute by minute. I feel for those
that are just in the world lost and trying to find their place. I simply
feel... and there is so much on my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "cambria math" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Along with all this change, I must change and change no matter how
much for the better it is, it is hard. It feels like I am constantly in
battle with myself as if I am trying to resist that change that I have always
wanted yet I want to remain in the comfort. Love is easy but marriage is
hard. There is so much trust that goes into this yet it is so rewarding.
I try to be patient with myself and kind to him in the process. I
am very imperfect and my intentions are good (most of the time) yet I feel so
overwhelmed and frustrated. Too many feelings and not enough outlets.
Too many feelings and not enough comfort. I often wish that I
didn't feel so deeply for so many as well as myself. The desire is real.
I want the most and I am just trying to release and purge some of this.
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<span style="font-family: "cambria math" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> if it should cure so much. Race Relations are real
and I feel the pain of being a black woman often and try not to give into the
frustration of anger. In my head being the change I would like to see is
not enough. I feel that pain of loving a black man in America and hoping
that he comes home every day as well as my sons. Be respectful and kind
yet be black at the same time. hard and I am feeling. I strive to be a
good person that doesn't allow all the matters of the world to make me bitter
yet it is hard. I feel so many things and I am not sure how to voice it
without sounding as if it is woe is me. There just has to be more.
It takes too much energy to be angry and that is energy that I just don't
feel like I have to give because I am already consumed. My emotions have
me full and at my limit. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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You see, I once was a person that felt the need to be validated by people, things and titles. My need for validation was like a drug. It never seemed like enough. I always needed something additional to top the last high. This drug turned me into aomeone and something else. It made me forget who I was and it mildly over powered my faith in self and in God. It is a very sad place to be but in the moment it feels good and feels real. </div>
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God is awesome and sometimes you have to go through alittle something in order to see how awesome He really is. I am not here to telt anyone who or what to believe in but I am here to share my testimony.</div>
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As I am slowly approaching 30, I am blessed to have the opportunity to see me in a better light. I am in a wonderful place called contentment. There are people that go their entire lives without being able to look inthe mirro and like/love the images that stares back. There are people that do nota allow themselves the opportunity to see themselves (the good the bad and the ugly) </div>
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So much on my mind I just can't recline<br />
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine<br />
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine<br />
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Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call<br />
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing<br />
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening<br />
Kiss the Ide's goodbye, I'm on the last train leaving<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">From
where I sit, I look over the hood and so much as changed. People have changed, the feel has changed the
integrity is no longer valid. Once upon
a time there was some sort of love for the hood but now it has dwindled
down. It’s not all for the better but
not all for the worse. I see planes fly
across smoggy skies but on a clear day my downtown is visual. The ghetto bird hovers most nights bringing
attention to the overrated element of who’s hood is it with territories marked
on sidewalks, walls, buildings, peoples garage doors and even sometimes the
church. Yes, the blatant disrespect is
prevalent. I remember a time when
passing cars would turn down the music when passing a church during
service. A time when marking territory
didn’t include the dwellings of God’s temples in the hood but as I stated the
hood has changed. This was a time when
there was some sort of respect and someone’s house, church or neighborhood
businesses were not marked by individuals claiming territory that is not
necessarily theirs to claim. When folks
in the hood weren’t held captive by bars to feel safe in a place of the
American dream was consumed by unemployment and foreclosures in spite of red/blue
claims that don’t really belong to them without no real pride or care for the
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sat right off the corner as
extended family watching the kids grow up and create a place that was constant
and ever present force for generations.
They loved, knew neighbors by name and even employed the hood. The Parks were the corner fresh meat
and even fried fish market always open and generally available. Now as I sit back and look over that off the
corner lot all that is left is a piece of the foundation to the building the held Mr. and Mrs. Parks
for so long and was so positive. Their
place of hope lost. The hope to rebuild
didn’t give fuel to their desire. Now a Dollar Tree but not of the growing family friendly kind. It is just an existing presence. All
that exist is the liquor store across that makes money supplying some drunken
tangents in a parking lot housing used condoms from the strawberries of the
night. The devastation with conflict of
mind and giving up on all that could have been.
I see folks living for their work along with their dealing and
scheming. We all have a story but it’s
just said to see my people doped up, cracked in and strung out. Their heavily medicated souls estranged from
their minds. I look over it and across
it all and my soul is disturbed. It’s
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supporting our hometown boys doesn’t keep the dope boys constantly stand watch
shaking hands and staring at girls no yet old enough to understand the
functions of their temple yet they speak of sharing it with each other and
almost any other. They don’t want to
hold onto their innocence in hopes of growing up quick and having matchless
materials or attention from what they may or may not have had. There is now a time where sex is too often
taken for granted and not so much into the pleasure. All for more attention and even more
attention confusing lust for love the some smoking and snorting to escape the
reality. The reality of babies having
babies, some misusing their babies for the next high due to strung heads
wandering dark sheets seeking the next hit of whatever, however with whomever
only discovering forever lost innocence.
Yet the go along with their stories untold with ass cheeks hanging in
site attempting to attract their next dollar but its mumbled across the hood
yet there is no help or encouragement given. No love, little hope and just
simply trying to make it. Damn the hood has changed or has it only just become
more visible as it was all done in the dark and has all come to light.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New";">The large span of land surrounded by water divided by so
many cities and so many ethnic groups. My hood was once white when my
grandparents bought their home and then it when my mother graduated from high
school in the same hood it grew very black and now as I have grown up, moved
away and came back it has become more brown.
The complexions vary but the hood is still changing. The crime is black on black and brown on
brown and sometimes conflicts to black and brown. My hood has a church on almost every other corner
yet there is a need for more than a little prayer. The overrated affiliates prey over their red
and blue in my black and brown hood with no real care for the hood we all
share. Breathe in the hope that they
will see the bang</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New";">ing is not a true way of life and keepin</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"> it real will
make you casualty of abnormal normality.
It won’t continue to be a place where what set you’re from won’t
conclude with life taken. Just to leave
the hood to go to another is along the 405, 110, 105 and it’s simple to hop on
the 207, 105, and 550 to just get away. No matter the situation there is always
sunshine and gloom in the same moment.
The sky is clear and it may be a beautiful day but it never dismisses
the things that go on in the hardly ever quiet hood but like Cube stated you
always look forward to the opportunity to say today was a good day.</span></div>
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colossus, the cost of living<br />
is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options<br />
No Batman and Robin, can't tell between<br />
the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless<br />
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened<br />
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary<br />
Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing<br />
Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in<br />
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Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-39799556403457345872017-09-18T20:22:00.000-07:002017-09-18T20:22:13.455-07:00In my Fantasies, Love is...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new";"><b><span style="font-size: large;">In my fantasies, love
is</span></b> supposed to feel more than wonderful.
Full of warm fuzzy feelings and fireworks of chemistry. It’s supposed to be mutual without
limitations or boundaries. It lasts
through good days and bad days. Days
that I can’t stand him and he may not like me. It’s laughter and tears. It is incomplete sentences, conversational
looks, inside jokes and confirmed l high fives.
Love is improperly improper, sometimes weird and a little immature. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new";"><b><span style="font-size: large;">R</span></b>ealistically, Love isn’t
always patient and not always kind but it is understanding and filled with
compromise. It’s special, sweet and
sometimes sexy. It is intimate kisses,
sensual touches and comforting hugs. Love is honor and loyalty. It is
simple truth and alternative facts. It
is trust and friendship. Love is
compiled of long walks, long talks upon a multitude of subjects and simply
enjoying each other’s company. Love is
two imperfectly whole people uniting into completion. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new";"><b>In my fantasies,
love is</b> supposed to be open to the possibilities and potential excitement about
the future. It is the desire to be in
his space and he invading mine. It is
being relaxed in my skin and being ok with him seeing me not always being at my
absolute best. It’s being mindful of
what’s said while trying to articulate what is being felt. Love is not always being right and being ok
with no ego. It is powerfully
courageous, constantly growing and deeply devoted with our devotion to spiritually
cover each other solidifying that our team is solid with the Most High lighting
our path. It is some doubt mixed with
some curiosity and always acknowledging the love. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new";"><b>In my fantasies, love
is</b> truly knowing without a doubt that he loves me in spite of me, my flaws and even
my petty. He loving to be in my presence
and hold me close, and I wanting to be as close as much as possible. Love is quality time with each other and
families as well as friendship introductions.
Love is his relationship with my mother, my family and friends that have
become family. Love is his dedication to
know them and love their love for me and then us as a unit. Love is me not having children and embracing
his as my own. Love is peace and prayer
with his ability to read me scripture and relate it to us. Love is praying over that point of scripture
together as we converse about our forever.
It is knowing that He leads us and covers our union. Love is praying for him prior to meeting him
and seeing God bless me with the desire of my heart. Love is scriptures written to be read. Love
is Ruth to Boaz. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new";"><b>In my fantasies,
love is</b> not knowing how much I needed him until he entirely gave me his heart
and in spite of my “independence” acknowledging that we all have a past. It is surrendering
my being with no regret. It is being
careful who I share my soul with but being able to recognize the God in him to
exhale. Love is being consciously aware
and him mentally taking me there. Love
is being free to be vulnerable with him and knowing that it is respected,
protected and appreciated. It is that I know
that he is willing to teach but more importantly willing to learn. <i>After all nobody knows it all</i>. Love is genuinely knowing without a shadow of
doubt that I am his chosen one and only as well as the end all be all. It is
never questioning how he feels and always acknowledging that God’s love, grace
and mercy is our foundation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new";"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Love is</span></b> recognizing
that my fantasy has become my reality. I
am so in love and he loves me back. I have
waited, not always <i>patiently</i>, for the
right kind of love from the right man that was truly meant to be man enough to
love me and still be the man. I couldn’t
imagine that love could be so wonderful and such a blessing to my existence and
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<span style="font-family: "courier new";">***Cues
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Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-71601025959831296772017-09-15T14:30:00.000-07:002017-09-15T14:30:03.555-07:00It was Storming...<br />
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swayed while the rain began to fall. The rain was cold in competition with the
crispiness of the air. The sky grew dark
and the colors were many shades of gray. The feel was somber and my spirit felt a nervous
calmness. The storm was coming. The clouds were full of despair and at the
capacity with only the ability to release all of sadness, frustration, anger and
most of all fear. Fear of the absolute
unexpected and the realization that destruction looms. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">D</span>estruction has been a constant
the last few years. It has been
surrounding and affecting so many people as well as impacting all that has been
obtained, collected, built and established.
The storm has no regard to these matters and is insistent on releasing
all the pressure. As the sky begins to
cry slowly the air continues to chill. The
shift in the temperature unsettles the spirit and seeking a refuge is the initial
thought with worry straddling behind.
The wind becomes fierce and the tree sway becomes more of an uncoordinated
rock. There was a brief calm before the
sky let loose and the anger unconstrained in the form of rain. The roar was reminiscent of a train and the
lighting lit the sky almost like a fireworks show. It is kind of amazing how poetic darkness and
light can be in the midst. In that
moment I could relate to the storm. It
is almost scary how relevant the storm is to life.</span></div>
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constant cyclone of emotion, a hurricane of disasters and more than enough rain
to either have overflow of feelings. Far
too often I feel alone in the storm without a direction or any sort of
peace. All the matters of my heart
conflict and rage into a frenzy that works me up and out without any regard to an
outlet. I don’t know which way to turn,
who to talk to or if anyone tends to care about all the shit that is currently
going in my head. There is no regard for
wrong right or indifferent. There are
only feelings. Not enough this or desire
for more of that, too much distance, family and friends under and over attack,
not knowing where the next is coming from.
To not be sure if love is enough and if the transition will make me or
break me down and if I will crumble under the pressures. I miss my daddy and I need him to help put
all of this into perspective. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">M</span>y heart is heavy and full. I tend to hold it all within but far too
often the load gets heavy and there’s need for release. Sometimes it doesn’t all make sense and
everything is everywhere. There have
been so many natural disasters in the form of storms happening and life still continues. No one is exempt from the storm no matter the
race, orientation, and sex or other. We
all go and grow through things. We all
have a tendency to feel overwhelmed with life and the storm sometimes seems to
be the most destructive circumstances. I’m
grateful that I am able to endure the storms of life and watch the aftermath flourish. We can survive.</span></div>
Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-71201353238639874202017-09-15T10:00:00.000-07:002017-09-16T02:48:07.246-07:00Back at this<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-57093688897554789212016-07-06T07:54:00.002-07:002016-07-06T09:12:54.280-07:00Dear Daddy, It has been 7 Years...<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Dear Daddy,</div>
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I cannot believe that it has been 7 entire years. There was once a moment when I did not know how I was going to be able to go on without you being present on this earth. There was a time that I was not able to function and chose to dwell in my own sadness. Those were the early days when my guilt and grief conflicted far too often to even be able to fully function. I miss you and the days have gotten easier. My heart is full of you more than not but I can maint my composure but there are still moments where my heart is full and broken and allI want to do is hear your voice, feel your strength and acknowledge that you were my hero. Your easy going demeanor, as it relates to me allowed me to think and hear my desires in a differnt way. The connection was one of the most beautiful things in the world. You allowed me to come to you upon a multitudes of subjects and just be and feel and then challenged me to think. It was never about you. You listened and passed no judgements. You allowed me to be for a moment even it was all in my emotions. You then asked questions that were open ended and told me to hear myself. I miss that from you. </div>
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In the last 7 years so much has changed and change is a constant right now. While I am trying to roll, I feel a strong need for some of your wise council. I need your workds, your heart and your soul. I need to talk to you but I need you to repond in your words of your heart and of your soul. I need that and at this very moment I feel very much incomplete which takes me back to the moment that I was told that you took your last breath. I that moment is all to real to me often and I sometimes wonder why the good Lord thought I was strong enough to be able to handle you no longer being here, of course that is my selfish self becuase of course it all about me. My logical self was truly at peace when I first saw you laid there well dress and simply sleeping. I hadnt seen that sort of peace upon your face any many years - 15 to exact. It was ok. You were frinally no longer in battle or conflict or unhappiness. You were whole.</div>
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While your departure gives me knowledge of great heartbreak, it has made me stronger in some ways. In these 7 years, I have been available to many that have lost their fathers. I have been given the right words and they heart to be there and available. There was a time that could not even imagine and I wish I couldnt feel their grief. It is the kind of pain that I do not wish on anyone yet it is ineveitable. </div>
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There are moments that I just wish and try to talk to you but I still get overwhelmed in emotions. I wonder and wish and then just break. There are times when I do not even allow myself to go into these moments because it is hard to come out. These are the moment when it is hard to breath and the shortness of breath holds me captive to my hurt. I miss you and even as a grown woman I need you. I need you so bad and I have such a hard time with that because I know it is not gonna happen. I wish you into my dreams just so that I can hear you voice and I hope you to be in the hallways to just see your face. That unbelievable eye contact that confirmed your love for me. Sometimes I stand in the mirror, not because I am vain but because these freckles in the mirror sometimes feel as if you are looking back at me. I was so in love with you. You are... or were... my first love. </div>
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Since you died, I feel men
differently. In all honesty, there were moments where I thought that a man would feel some of your void but that was short lived. I developed a short toerance for BS and I would like to believe that you put that on me. I was so blessed to have you talk to me as if I was your son so to speak. You were, well seemingly comfortable with me coming to you upon my situations. You kept it real and though I didnt know it at the time you showed me how a man should love me. I always thought that you would be around and when you left love changed for me. I needed your guidance but I believe that you and the Most High sent him into my life. He is like you in many ways and I know you would have liked him. Thank you. I hurts now that you will never but I believe, wish and wonder what you had to do with the love that I have now. It warms my heart.</div>
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I
was blessed to have a father that was my daddy. I never had to question or
doubt your love for me. EVER. You were flawed and no, you were not perfect but the love you had for us was unquestionable. I miss you. I miss your life and all of our
opportunities and potential. It is sometimes scares me that I cannot hear your
voice. My mom has set aside some old VHS family videos that I am ready to watch. I need your voice again. I need to hear you. I am grateful to have that. There are times that I do not feel you and there are even times
that I hate that you are gone. While I know that you will physically never come back I still hope, wish, wonder and pray you into my heart and dreams. I yearn to feel you, see you and hear you. I wish to hear you tell me you love me or you're proud of me. I wish you could see how awesome sissy's kids are. I wonder if you see me and truly see me. </div>
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Daddy, it has been 7 years and I am still here. Grateful fo you and still mourning you. I miss you. I need you I love you.</div>
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Loving you Forever and Ever, </div>
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Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-92064228019179847582015-10-02T00:08:00.002-07:002015-10-02T00:10:04.773-07:00My Birthday Eve – Reflection<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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TIME is an amazing thing. The things that are learned and gone through
in time. At this point in TIME in my
life… Where do I start? </div>
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was not comfortable in her own skin. She
didn’t love herself the way she should of and looked to people and titles and
status for validation. It ruled and ran
her. She lived in her own fantasy world
where the lies kept her whole and established.
She didn’t have to deal with herself or just be herself. One day it all came to an end. People made it about them but it wasn’t. It was only about her and shoe she needed to
be which is me. The woman that I am now
and steadily striving to become is still flawed. She still makes mistakes. She has some wonderful attributes. She is a
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I have gone through some
things. They say that you are always
going in, through or coming out of something.
There is always something going on.
While there was a time that it was always and never about me in the same
time. I have been blessed to have been
in apposition that I had to deal with me.
Learn me acknowledge me and just get comfortable with me and being me…
with and without… I am grateful for
that transition. Within that I finally
found a happy medium with me esteem of self and my body image. I lost about 75-85 pounds and up and down at
the last 15. I have started gaining
weight again but that is due to some other stuff but that is another situation
for another TIME. The struggle is a
constant real thing but I am finally comfortable in my own skin. GRATEFUL.</div>
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Life has a way of happening with
TIME and putting things in perspective and realizations. I live in my emotions. It is who I am and I do not apologize for
it. I try to be a good person. I make mistakes. I am human and I am not perfect but then
again no one is but HE. I have flaws that
I am in tune with that I am working on and some I am not. I do not apologize for that either. I am grateful that I am in a place where I
can realize and recognize my good with my not so pleasant that I refuse to call
bad but moreso human. I shut down and
try my best not to react. When I do
react, it is often not in that situation but in a compiled matter of things that
have built up in my shut down to conflict. I do not do conflict. I can’t and choose not to. All that will come will not belong to that
individual situation. Not the best but
it is who I am. I grew up with people
(family) that maliciously said things in moment that will never be able to be
taken back. I heard them in those
moments. They hurt and I refuse to hurt
someone else with words that cannot be take back once spoke. This tongue can get malicious and I am a
beast with my words and I know how to use them.
I choose not to. CHOICE.</div>
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emotions but I am in need of cry… a release on so many levels. I am sure that there are so many places that
I can take this but I will save it for a few more post. TO BE CONTINUED.</div>
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Since my daddy died, I feel men
differently. I am not sure that I am
ready for that post but it out there and I will have to commit to completing
that thought. I am waiting for the
words. I was blessed to have a father
that was my daddy. I never had to
question or doubt his love for me.
EVER. He was flawed and he was
not perfect but he was and will always be my hero. I miss him.
I miss his life and all of our opportunities and potential. It is sometimes scary to me that I cannot
hear his voice anymore. There are times
that I do not feel him and there are even times that I hate that he is
gone. He left me and took pieces of me
with him that will forever be incomplete.
He was the man of my life and just pray that though I believe that I am
ready for love. Thanks to my father I
know that there is a type of love that I deserve. In my life upgrade, I am upgrading my deserve
level. I deserve so much more than I
accept.</div>
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Drinking.</div>
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Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-22535585883908251732015-09-24T16:00:00.000-07:002015-09-24T16:00:00.047-07:00FUmissindependentCK<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am sure that there will be some positive and negative spins on this subject but it is what it is and I feel how I feel. However you are all entitled to your own opinions but I do hope for a discussion. Fuck </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTyn6qkwo7Y"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Miss Independent</span></a><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">! At the end of the day I am single and am only </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0c6D6-tNCMI"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">INDEPENDENT</span></a><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> due to circumstance. Yea I said it and I only partially mean it. I have to work and take care of myself (with occasional help from the parental units). I have to go to work so I have to pay my bills and possibly purchase a fabulously sexy pair of shoes for that off the banger shoe-gasm instead of my <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=battery%20operated%20boyfriend%20(bob)">B.O.B.</a> Yes, sometimes it is like that when a sista is on a drought like California. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am only truly independent because I have to be and because my mother and father taught me to depend on myself. My father taught me the discipline of martial arts and sports (soccer and track). He encouraged my mom to keep it feminine. My mother was strict about education and even encouraged college out of state so that I would have new experiences. While my parents were together, I watched my father provide for our family. He made sure we were all well taken care of. He was a man that tried to honor is role as a man, a father, a husband. I also saw my mother struggle to get her degree, work a full time job and raise two daughter while trying to find her independence. She never really had to work because she was provided for and when her life changed she had to make some changes as well. While my father was involved in our lives, he was no longer in our home. It changed me and I always wanted to be sure that I wouldn’t have the shift of roles or be so dependent on a man but when we know better we do better. All of that and I am still a single lady that doesn't have a ring on her or a love that is my very own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have said this before when the question of my "status" comes up. I need a man to be my man and be able assume the role of being a man. If I had a man that was man enough to be my man it would be about him being head of household. Yeah I said it and it is ordained by God (read your good book sometimes). I would love the opportunity to work and not have to be completely responsible for keeping our household. Frankly, I am not all that responsible but I do my best. I had a conversation with a potential husband applicant and he said that if we were to get married I should be happy that all the bills were paid = roof over your head, all utilities paid including cable and internet so I could talk to you all that our home was fully furnished. I was listening to him thinking hell yeah sounds like a plan and where do I sign. Not really but honestly it sounds good to me. He went on to share with me that my shoe habit was not really an issue but I would have to work to maintain habit (in my head that was truly make it a habit) but nonetheless I heard what he was saying. He explained to me that he was a man and if I were his wife it was his duty to provide the necessities of living (i.e. home, car and good love and communication etc.) and return he would hope that I would respect our home by keeping it clean and kept, his desire to work (he drives trucks so he is gone for long periods at a time but he loves his work) and make sure that we maintained our relationship and kept it sexily nasty not necessarily only in the bedroom but you get the point. Hell, I can do that daddy went through my head as I heard my favorite Luther wedding song in my head and imagined this wonderful party because we eloped and decided to have a party after the fact. We just wanted to be married. :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Seriously, I heard him and truly listened to what he had to say upon the subject. The conversation went more in depth but it's truly known of your business or relevant to this matter. However I did wonder if I truly have the ability to let my man (future husband) be my man in every aspect of the word and if that is why I am single. I would like to believe that I am sincerely ready to let go of my singularly independent ways and become part of partnership. Although, I have been taking care of myself for a long time. I like being able to come and go as I please. I can appreciate that when I am irresponsible it only impacts me for the most part. I like that I do not have children and don’t have to care after anyone but me. I like that I don’t have to communicate my desires to someone or be conscious of how they feel about things and even compromise on life changing situations. All of that sounds good but aren't some of these things contradicting attributes of marriage?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I understand that I must be able to bring something to the table. I have to have something to offer besides that wonderful gift between my legs. I have to be there for him, support him, nourish him, love him, stroke (not only in the sexual sense) but I have to allow my man to be a man. I must respect his place as my man and I as his woman. We all have our roles in relationships and I sometimes see us all not respecting our positions (roles). Again, I say read your good book). Women sometimes get too caught up with being independent that we sometimes feel like we can be a man and cross that line. Then there are men that want to be men but do not want hold the title in its entirety. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Honestly, I can deal with that and I want that. I want a man that is man enough to be my man. A man that has a back bone, good communication, doesn’t mind telling me the truth even when there is a chance that my feelings may get hurt (though Imma need him to find a tactful way of saying it to me). A man that believes that being a man is taking care of his family and being a provider (emotionally, spiritually, mentally and financially). It is his role as head of household and it is divine order (God, Man than Woman). However we live in a society where there are not too many two parent households and where a mother sometimes has to do her best to teach a boy to be a man when it is not her role to do so. We live in a society where it is ok for a woman to carry both roles of mother and father where she does as much as possible to provide for her family and bear the burden of possibly not having enough time, money, help, love etc. We live in a society where it is ok for men to make babies and be completely responsible for them (full time or otherwise). Where there are dudes that are boys trying to be men by whatever example they find. It is a cycle that continues and not completely understood. So yeah, that sister considers herself independent and it is idolized which is not a bad thing but she is something else when she not capable of appreciating a good man when he comes her way because she is conditioned to take care of self. She doesn’t know any different. She builds walls and doesn’t allow herself to let a man be a man and may not be able to recognize it at all because she can do it all herself because she is Miss Independent or goes back to her being <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6coobo3nzQ">Miss Independent</a> – Yes there is something about her and no she cannot spend any time. I love Ne-Yo and don’t get me wrong but is there really something about her. All through the song he doesn’t really say anything truly positive or uplifting. However it does sound good and I have nothing against a woman that is her own boss. In fact I embrace it but I am not really referring to a woman being her person. I am more so referring the dynamic of roles in relationships and how we play them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let’s be honest for a second even if we agree to disagree, it is cool. No one wants to be alone and we all want to have our own identities. We want to be able to fend for ourselves and take care of ourselves. We want to be all that we can be. I am thankful for the day where a woman can have jobs that were once looked upon as man’s work. I embrace that fact that women as a whole embrace being able to get an education, work for themselves and purchase their own homes. It is wonderful that we live in a country where a woman can run for president. Yes all of these things are wonderful especially when once upon a time women were not able to do so. YAY LADIES!!! It is indeed a blessing and with all of that in mind that we can be liberated/ independent. We can do it all but we are not men. We are women that should conduct ourselves as such. Men and women are different. We not only have different parts but different views. This woman just happens to believe that <a href="http://www.helium.com/items/529383-do-independent-women-need-a-permanent-man-or-marriage">INDEPENDENCE</a> doesn’t have to define me. Whereas I don’t believe that I need a man to define me I would like to have one that I can say that is evenly yoked. I believe that Jill Scott said best when she “And even though I can do all these things, I need you…” It is so true. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-caps; text-shadow: auto;">This is me transparently displaying more than just action with you in regard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanna know all of you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Know you in the most intimate of your thoughts, pleasures and desires. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanna know you all the way through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your concepts, ideas, points of view alongside your ambitions and fears.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With that all in my mind, I deliver me unto you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Open and fully aware, inhibited, freely showing you all of me in return or even prior to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-caps; text-shadow: auto;">See</span></b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-caps; text-shadow: auto;"> me grow, mature and even make some mistakes that may make you somewhat not pleased.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>May be hard to watch but knowing I will get through it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">See</b> me excel in my dreams as they come true one by one. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">See</b> my expectation to rejoice together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">See</b> me want to be with you and please you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">See</b> me show you without feeling as there is a need to prove.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">See</b> us be great, growing together but still keeping each piece in tact.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-caps; text-shadow: auto;">Baby, don’t be so cool,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-caps; text-shadow: auto;">Hear</span></b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-caps; text-shadow: auto;"> me when I say what I feel and desire whether pain, love or randomness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Hear</b> my honesty, being me in its entirety (good, fab, not so amusing, desirably sexy, and mildly mannish however it be).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Hear</b> my desire for you and us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Hear</b> my point of view that may not always agree with yours, though respectable that there is a line at disagree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Hear</b> my heart speak directly to yours in more than just passion, exhilarating spiritual compassion for what’s within.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Hear</b> the expression of soul to soul with no words audibly spoken though full conversations were heard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Hear</b> me declare us a team, knowing that I am your advocate and never intentionally your adversary.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-caps; text-shadow: auto;">I wanna see you, I wanna see you<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-caps; text-shadow: auto;">Baby, don’t be so cool,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-caps; text-shadow: auto;">I wanna see you, I wanna see you<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-caps; text-shadow: auto;">Feel</span></b><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-caps; text-shadow: auto;"> my femininity as I am sincerely comfortable being a woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love my features and know what works where with this/that and where it all should be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Feel</b> that I choose to display my features how I choose to which makes me happy to be me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Feel</b> that I love me enough to love you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Feel</b> my flaws as they are in existence in tune with the rest of me even when they’re showcase not some of my best moments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Feel</b> that it is ok to not particularly be fond of those attributes acknowledging that they are mere parts that should not impact heavier than the things that you adore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Feel</b> me love hard, completely without restriction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Feel</b> me allow you into my spaces freely and especially.</span><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif"; font-size: 14pt; font-variant: small-caps; text-shadow: auto;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
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Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-64249774787025963512015-09-14T00:30:00.000-07:002015-09-14T00:30:01.887-07:00THIS or THAT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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his face, often in his thoughts and is sometimes heard from lips once kissed on
a regular basis. From lips to ears his
desire slips from the history had and all those great times caressing limbs of what
use to be. He continues to be
conflicted by</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun;"> <span style="color: red; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span>. <span style="color: red; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span> <span style="color: #948a54; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">potential is easy, relaxed and simple. There are no real complications or any unnecessary
drama.</span> <span style="color: red; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span> <span style="color: #948a54; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">is more than a perception with
more than just potential yet it goes unrecognized due to the comfort of </span><span style="color: blue; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">. </span><span style="color: #990000;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is not just a fantasy or about change
attempts or even just comfort.</span> <span style="color: red; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span> <span style="color: #948a54; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">is full of
possibilities but his fear of</span> <span style="color: red; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span> <span style="color: #948a54; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">opportunity lingers overhead invading his
motives but why not choose to be happy with </span><span style="color: red; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span> <span style="color: #948a54; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">comfort?</span><span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun;"> </span></span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">He can get with </span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: red; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"><i>THIS</i></span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">, or he can get with </span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: blue; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">He should get with </span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: red; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"><i>THIS</i></span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">, for </span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: red; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"><i>THIS</i></span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is where it's at</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is not in the
habit of comparing about </span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> vs THAT especially when there is not much for
comparison. </span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is more than
history. </span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is about the chemistry </span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is more than a notion.
</span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> can’t be
dreamed up or imagined. </span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is go with the
flow, fun and familiar. The familiar is theoretical. </span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is what’s known yet there’s always a surprise with an
unexpected dose of multiple joys. After
all, </span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is always
full of surprises. </span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is all about him
and making him better while keeping his aspirations in mind and </span><span style="color: #244061; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is not ‘bout </span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> life. </span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> embodies his dreams, desires and is destined to be great
for him and with him. </span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> wants the best
for him and constantly encourages him. </span><span style="color: #943634; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> likes who he was,
is and will be as growth is inevitable regardless of </span><span style="color: #244061; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="color: #948a54; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">. There’s always choice.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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with </span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: red; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"><i>THIS</i></span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">, or he can get with </span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: blue; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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with </span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: red; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"><i>THIS</i></span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">, for </span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: red; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"><i>THIS</i></span><span style="background: #F9F9F9; color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is where it's at<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">Seeing </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> and looking at </span><span style="color: #244061; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">. </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> and </span><span style="color: #244061; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> are not of the same breed.
They are not the same kind of woman but there is something about </span><span style="color: #244061; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> which keeps him
involved. He seems to like/love </span><span style="color: #244061; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> but there is
still something about </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> keeping his interest.
If he wants </span><span style="color: #244061; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;">, he should not
keep wanting </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> yet there
is always choice. One chooses who they
spend their time. Time should never be
wasted. </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> understands and knows him in a way of function,
interaction and emotion. He is not the
kind to always speak upon matters yet </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> knows how to deal. </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> understands all
of his pleasure points while knowing and acknowledging his disposition. </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> wants to feed his cravings, nurture his gratification
while fulfilling him to satisfaction. </span><span style="color: #244061; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> can never keep up
with </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> activity, however
</span><span style="color: #244061; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is his choice.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRdZRZZeNDFg1JuGUiZY34IZ_zGlUUnt1G_fmZ9CWJPtKsyM_SWDEF0aV8XC77XxXDFJp_CbT5ceXe9f_TpGOIXUU_D1lp3wZjL7uoeS9cRelEUfP6FFPU6aC1BpvH4OlA1kh1C_wqhU/s1600/happy-or-comfortable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><img border="0" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRdZRZZeNDFg1JuGUiZY34IZ_zGlUUnt1G_fmZ9CWJPtKsyM_SWDEF0aV8XC77XxXDFJp_CbT5ceXe9f_TpGOIXUU_D1lp3wZjL7uoeS9cRelEUfP6FFPU6aC1BpvH4OlA1kh1C_wqhU/s1600/happy-or-comfortable.jpg" width="200" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span>t is often wondered why not </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> vs </span><span style="color: #244061; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> but then again why.
It is a wonder to have all the questions with no answers. Especially since He was once in tune with </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> chemistry and
enjoyed all </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> had to
offer yet </span><span style="color: #244061; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 128;">THAT</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> is what
he continues to claim. <span style="font-size: large;">R</span>egardless of </span><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">THIS</span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"> ridiculous chemistry
this always just feels real good. It
just seems to be simple in theory. While
being comfortable is an accomplishment to some </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #073763;">THAT</span></span></span><span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> is not always what makes one
happy. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #948a54; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: NSimSun; mso-themecolor: background2; mso-themeshade: 128;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Is you happy?</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-29172842284665817542015-09-08T23:00:00.000-07:002015-09-08T23:00:05.814-07:00For Your HEAD Service<div align="justify">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMtnI1MsYqFWw2EfOyJedFPJ6E-YBhxhXNpIgQUiWiKxUAqvkaFQus-GOI_ul9YG1AjS0bBVvyjCtaszWYykyfKQiDugCwLxSmvmp1ex0gWzgY9Esi1z9V66c1ntAaT8YIFKqtC6o9gA/s1600/WARNING.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMtnI1MsYqFWw2EfOyJedFPJ6E-YBhxhXNpIgQUiWiKxUAqvkaFQus-GOI_ul9YG1AjS0bBVvyjCtaszWYykyfKQiDugCwLxSmvmp1ex0gWzgY9Esi1z9V66c1ntAaT8YIFKqtC6o9gA/s200/WARNING.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #990000;">WARNING: This is a touchy subject and I thought long and hard (no pun intended) about stimulating this conversation amongst adults but I deem it necessary. Again, this is only one interpretation that should offer some assistance and thought to all parties. Some will agree and others will disagree – all are ok and accepted. This is a two sided conversation and is more than the initial attention grabber. Please take into consideration that this conversation is meant for mature adults that can handle all verbiage being used. If you are sensitive to sexual matters, please do not read this post. </span></b><b><span style="color: #990000;">Thank you.</span></b></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Speak into
the mic, just kiss it or lick it a little bit, puff the pipe – it won’t make
you choke, say hello to my lil friend (yes some are smaller than others), blow
the whistle, it won’t get hard if you don’t help it out, or simply can I get
some head?</span></i><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;">All said
while trying to guide head to head. I am sure that there are several ladies
that could create a list that would both be ridiculous and ironic. It is amazing the things that some men come up
with in order to get some “head”. I do not
understand some men’s desire or need to ask for some head, penis suckage or
fellatio. Now do not get me wrong there is nothing wrong with a little head. It is, depending on the situation and/or
relationship, essential to a moment. Let’s
all be honest here. We all like to receive it but honestly we don’t all like to
give it or give our best. Most importantly there are women that don’t always
think that it is the sexiest thing to do. Some like it, love, adore it, can’t
stand it and would rather just do it <i>regular</i>.
Generally the point of “hooking up”
would be for enjoyment unless he’s selfish, which many are (both sides). <b>Back
to the point.</b> Head shouldn’t be a
negotiation or a bargaining tool. One shouldn’t
feel the need to beg for it or act as if it is life or death without. Yeah, I said it and some just make it feel
that way especially when we all profess to be adult, right?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Don’t get
me wrong, I get it, to an extent. I
understand that it feels real good. I understand that it may possibly look very
sexy to watch and feel the warmth and wetness along with the softness of her
lips along your man muscle. [GO AHEAD, HAVE A MOMENT OF SILENCE]. The pleasure of laying back, relaxing and not
having to take control of the sexual situation. I get it. I also understand that it is a part of sex and
yes head is to be enjoyed by most but of course when done correctly [STICK A
PEN IN THAT WE MAY NEED TO REVISIT THAT ANOTHER TIME]. Both, like less biting
and teeth used – we agree. However, question is why must you ask or use some
sort of not so sexy verbiage to insinuate your desire? Why are you ok with asking for head in the
first place?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;">For some
oral sex is more intimate than actual intercourse and is a bigger leap of
faith. After all it is all right there and it’s your mouth and we both… well,
we will just say that it is something to think about if you are a not so and/or fresh person. We don’t always ask the
necessary questions outside of are you disease free. Does she brush her teeth
or take care of her mouth – does he use soap and clean down under his balls?
And such as. I mean really – we all need to be a bit more selective and more
concerned. The world is a very crazy place these days. [JUST A THOUGHT – you
cannot suck or lick on every and/or anybody]. Then there is the matter of what
am I getting out of the deal especially if we are not a long term situation?
Seriously, after you nut, if you get to that point, do you have come back, is
that it or will you be returning the favor and do you expect this all the time?
I would like to believe that it can be more of the preliminary step, a kind of
foreplay, rather than the main event and it’s not always done accordingly but
each and every situation is different. Govern yourself accordingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Just a few
thoughts that run through mind quickly after the initial inquiry but my main
point of thought is, why are you even asking? I don’t get that. It seems like
if it is going to happen it’s going to happen and it should not be expected but
moreso appreciated. If we are random to
each other or not necessarily exclusive what makes it be necessary. After all if it didn’t automatically happen,
what makes you think that you are worth the service? <i>Now, I don’t want to hurt any feelings or even offend anyone but did
you consider that this service is given to some and only a privilege to others
or that you just don’t meet the desire</i>. Sometimes it just doesn’t feel right or feel
pleasured upon the part of the giver. A
woman will initiate her desires, please believe – have you thought about that?
Have you ever sat back and considered the willingness of some and the
reluctance of others. <b>Think about it!!!</b>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;">I have
often wondered if the inquiry comes from a selfish a place or is it one of
those activities that should be added to my resume under the skill section. Should a chick be flattered that you thought
of her enough to ask her to suck you off or get you started? Should she feel
privileged that you say that she is so good that you just want it all the time?
Should she think that it is in the best interest of her health and womanhood to
proceed or that you may not be attracted and/or interested otherwise? Did you
have Wendys or did you have McCormick and Schmitt's? When you ask do you
consider that you may be taking the joy or desire from her? <b>Do you even think with your actual head
before asking for<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><em><span style="font-family: "Garamond","serif";">head</span></em>?<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;">It’s funny
that this seems to be an ongoing debate or even a conversation that is always
not agreed upon. It’s one of those touchy subjects that is sometimes felt
uncalled for or uncivilized. Us all
being grown has nothing to do with giving or even receiving. It is the comfort to all parties involved. The
real inquiry here is not asking for head but the matter we don’t all think
about what we are doing before we do it. <b>DID
YOU CATCH THAT?</b> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">We do not always take
into consideration the reactions to our actions in advance or thought. Like a
man once told me pouting, sulking and dropping hints are not good strategies
when you don’t get your way. <b>True
gratification is mental so please give it some head.</b></span></div>
Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-50340922602315220562015-09-05T23:59:00.000-07:002015-09-05T23:59:40.710-07:00Check Yoself Before You Wreck Yoself<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have been known to be the guys girl. I have several male friends and always have. I am cool, laid back, not hard on the eyes (toot toot), love football, fond of the random pointless cuss word and can even toss them back with the best of them. This was a bit of problem in high school which was often perceived as being more than it was which made girls play on my phone and whisper behind my back. Now 15 years later I am still comfortable with men and love to be around them. Most of my male/guy friends have been around since high school (circa 1994). We have grown up, apart and together again in this time. Several are in relationships, some are married or just involved but point is I know my role in their lives. I try to be as respectful as possible often introducing myself to their others when possible. I like to ensure them that I am </span><a href="http://nvfreckles.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-that-chick-but-if-i-was.html"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">not that chick</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> and that I know my place. I do my best to never confuse what our friendship is but do try to be a good friend. I do not do a bunch of calling, texting or asking for time. I do randomly check in via text, call and sometimes facebook (if we are allowed to be friends on the book). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I need my friend's girlfriends, wives, baby mommas, main chicks, jump offs, chicks that think that they are #1, cuddle buddies, f-partners, one night stands etc to ALL play their roles and stay in their lanes. I need them to go to their dude when they believe that they have a problem. I need them to stay off my phone, out of my text messages and my fb inbox with the BS. CHECK YOSELF! I need these broads to not be grown doing the same mess that was not even ok in high school. CHECK YOSELF! I need these so called women to grow up and stop being so insecure that they feel the need to play on the phone and inquire about their male companion. I need them to realize that all of this keeping track of a man is not worth it and that some women do not feel obligated to play this game of check up. CHECK YOSELF! I do not wish to play this game and I would so sincerely appreciate it if women that are oh so insecure, women that are not completely involved,, women that are mothers and should be taking care of their children oppose to screening calls/ text messages, forwarding his phone calls to her phone so that they can keep track of all his comings and going, who he is conversing with and why. Who actually has time for that? CHECK YOSELF! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You better check yo self before you wreck yo self - I cannot appreciate the foolery and just needed to get this bit off my chest. </span>Freckleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11404989189386062782noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-740885680579658736.post-15306416402807357582015-09-05T14:00:00.000-07:002015-09-05T14:00:03.741-07:00MO to my JO Part 1<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Century, serif;">My
last relationship was all sorts of beautiful. In the moment I often believed in
giving him my forever and it was easy and simple. It all felt all kinds of right. I thought he was the one. The end all, be
all. The final key to my lock. The ball to my chain. He was the perfect verse over a tight beat (</span><span style="font-family: Constantia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">BROWN SUGAR</span><span style="font-family: Century, serif;">). Until… he decided otherwise. Though I cannot truly fault him for being all
in his head and not in sync with his heart... </span><span style="font-family: Century, serif; font-size: 9pt;">HOWEVER
THAT’S ANOTHER SOMETHING FOR ANOTHER TIME…POSSIBLY MAYBE</span></div>
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A Y S…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Century, serif;">During
this time I let go of the team and made him my . There were no backups
or substitutions. I didn’t believe it to be necessary. I cut off all alternative options. Also in this time I began the all of the us
associations. We can do this, we will do that, do we want… We, we, we with not
much regard to I. </span><em><span style="font-family: "Century","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">It was ok
initially because I was suppose to have further need for it but when that
changed I needed to be reacquainted with HER.
</span></em><span style="font-family: Century, serif;">My supreme individuality of being me but better. SHE is the very essence of me without
attributing and alter ego. We are one in
the same. </span><span style="font-family: Century, serif;"><a href="http://nvfreckles.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-as-his-franchise-player.html" target="_blank">FRANCHISE PLAYER</a></span><span style="font-family: Century, serif;">S. She is the MO to the JO better
known as my MOJO.</span></div>
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or spell. </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Century","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I got my <b>mojo</b> workin'.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Century","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Honestly, there was a
large part of me that hoped that He would recognize that I was all the things
that I felt he was to me so I kept the communication open along with my
heart. Then one day it all just made sense. It clicked and it was
affirmed that I needed to move forward and let him go. No need to just
stick your toe in the water when you can cannon ball.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwM2UOnvWUNKrX2sdeJ0N8IrmJPGqrA538eRU-Och1fd9wSmywzhZ7na4H_CkZzHRLlw26vFgOhl1kss5Jvwf75XSqBkgU_gFFW8YNcKZypyNk3i20dpCQepUiWazd1bXy_PQNr7FxSk/s1600/mojo.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="104" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwM2UOnvWUNKrX2sdeJ0N8IrmJPGqrA538eRU-Och1fd9wSmywzhZ7na4H_CkZzHRLlw26vFgOhl1kss5Jvwf75XSqBkgU_gFFW8YNcKZypyNk3i20dpCQepUiWazd1bXy_PQNr7FxSk/s320/mojo.png" width="320" /></a><em><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">MO is uber
feminine and super girly. She is into stilettos, dresses, skirts,
mascara and lipstick. MO is womanly polite and allows a man to be a man.
She enjoys chivalry and being treated the way a woman should. She holds
her head up and appreciates her best assets. MO is smart and well aware
of her surroundings. She is nice but not naïve which sometimes get
confused by some as a weakness but she embraces it as her strength. She
is not into conflict, strife or unnecessary roughness. MO is the girl in
the woman that believes in love and feeling good in the midst. She is
well put together and all into her presentation which makes ME feel good.</span></em><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in pursuing particular goals. </span><span style="color: #1122cc; font-family: "Century","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; font-variant: small-caps; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">aggressive</span><span style="font-family: Century, serif; font-size: 10pt;"> implies a disposition to dominate
often in disregard of others' rights or in determined and energetic pursuit of
one's ends &<i>aggressive</i> in his business dealings;<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #f4cccc;">speakers dominated the
forum;. <span style="color: #1122cc; font-family: "Century","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; font-variant: small-caps; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">self-assertive</span><span style="font-family: Century, serif; font-size: 10pt;"> connotes forwardness or brash
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<em><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%;">Now JO is an extension of my MO that plays into her
femininity. JO is more shaken than stirred. She is the perfect
cocktail with equal parts spicy, savory and sweet over ice and even venturing
into the kind that is not for everyone. JO
is sometimes mannish in her approach in a way that is sometimes overly sensual
with several sexual undertones. JO is much more in tune with her
sexuality and doesn’t mind venturing into conversation. She has a way with words and uses them to her
advantage to be boldly direct and sort of forward. She does not have an
issue with saying like she means and doesn’t apologize for it. JO says it like she feels it and leads with
her physical emotions. JO is also bit more aggressive in her
dealings. She is not the kind that waits for a man to approach and will
makes sure he knows she is worth the effort even before he may consider. She has the perfect eye contact with a stare
a bit too long to acknowledge that it is mutual. While she thinks before she speaks she tends
to be a bit blunt compared to MO. JO sometimes inserts random
cuss word to get her point across and enjoys flirting though it’s not always
intentionally to her benefit. When she sees something or</span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></i></span><em style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%;">someone</span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></i></span><em><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%;">she wants she is focused, confident and self assured. JO is very
comfortable around men and is a lover of most men. She is a guy’s girl.
JO loves football, chicken wings and an occasional imported dark beer with a
chaser. JO unites with MO to become a total package of balance.</span></em><i><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%;">My MO to my JO is more in me than I previously noticed. I thought
that I was out of touch with her. I just need to feel my way
through and put it to use to see how far we can go. We will spend some
time out and get to know each other. I guess it is sort of like riding a
bike… you never really forget. Do you know your MOJO?</span></em><i><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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