Things that make me go "hhhmmmmmm" - Part II
For as long as I can remember, I have studied people. Most especially the correlation between their words and actions. What I have learned is that when the words and actions do not match, always go by the actions.
When people from a social networking site such as Facebook, MeetUp.com or such and list interests such as "meeting new people, exploring the city, etc." but block off contact options, don't list a picture or much info about themselves, it makes me wonder just who they are and what game they are playing.
I am not out to judge, but rather, understand what it is about actually going out and meeting someone new that scares them so? Have we become so isolated and cocooned that we don't know how to interact anymore without a keyboard in front of us?
I also have a hard time understanding the younger set. The twentysomethings that are all about instant gratification and have relatively little or no integrity. They talk a great game, but seldom have the goods to back it up. It often appears that they learned their social skills from watching television and depending on the sitcom of choice, their social interaction varies from amusing to downright hillbilly.
The "boomerangs" are also an interesting phenomenon. They are the ones that made initial contact, showed enthusiasm and had no follow through, so I tossed them away. Then they contact me again after months, or even a year or more sometimes with stuff like "I was busy before, but now I have time to hang out with you". Oh my!! How lucky can a girl get?? (Too bad you can't see me rolling my eyes). Honestly, not to be arrogant, but did they really believe that someone like me would stay on the shelf for whenever they got around to spending time with me? Why do they choose to confuse "Friends With Benefits" with "Bootycall"? Is it because that's the one of the two modes they are familiar with? Boyfriend or bootycall? I did my best to explain who I was, what I wanted and what I wouldn't tolerate. They think I was kidding or don't know my own mind? I am not complicated or complex for the sake of it. I say what I mean and mean what I say.
I am also finding interesting people's understanding of "submissive" for example. It seems they think it means "They will lie there and tell me what pleases them and I will oblige them". LMAO!! This one is always a knee slapper. That's just lazy kids, not submissive.
No thanks. I prefer a lover with imagination, stamina and geared for my pleasure.
So, this goes out to all you boys that keep trying to reconnect, because you finally figured out that I was the best you are ever going to have. You are too late. Sterkarm was smart enough to know a great thing when it cuddled him and he acted on that. It takes more than a big cock to satisfy me. I also need a playmate with brains and initiative. Not someone still stroking off in their mother's basement in front of their computer, but a real man, who knows who he is and what a treasure he has in his arms.
I believe the term when I was growing up still applies "You snooze, you loose".
Happiness is a choice
A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the
lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.
As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.
'I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
'Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.'
That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he replied.
'Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. 'It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.
Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the 20 happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my life.
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in.
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories!
Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.'
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred..
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
Looking for that special gal pal.
Now that I have found my boy, have been doing a great deal of thinking about rounding out my "special friends" and so I am now in search of that ever-elusive, rarely seen "gal pal". This one would however be very special. So, what am I looking for in this "special gal pal"? I can try and list some here, but I guess the one thing that I do know with certainty is that there is no denying chemistry, it either exists or it doesn't, and it is no one's fault if it is not there. I will however endeavour to give the universe a clearer picture of the girl I am looking for.
In terms of physical appearance, I don't have many exclusions or limitations. There are some excessive traits that I don't find highly appealing. Like hard core or extreme piercings and tattoos. I don't judge people that are hard core, I just know what I like to look at when exploring my lover's body.
She could be any height, or weight, so long as it is proportional. I am an active person and being with someone with self-imposed physical limitations is not a great deal of fun if we can't go more than a couple of blocks for a walk.
Race, colour, creed, ethnicity, any of those demographics are meaningless to me. If there is one thing I have learned is that "people are people" and while it might be handy and convenient to put labels on people based on these demographics, it never has been a good gauge in my view.
So, really, anything goes, so long as she maintains good overall hygiene, is physically appealing and cleans up well.
It would also be great if she lived in the Toronto area, preferably alone, had some of the same interests as I do, was a dedicated lifelong learner, open minded and willing to explore different sides of life with someone that will look out for her. A Friend With Benefits. I guess someone like myself when I was younger.
Perhaps she is looking for a motherly-type mentor to explore and seek life's adventures.
So, a young woman making her way in the world. Well balanced, emotionally, intellectually and spiritually. Someone with class and dignity, as well as self assured and poised. Someone classy and fun with an eagerness to learn and grow.
If this sounds like yourself or someone you know, drop me a line with some info on yourself and what you are looking for.
Faith....what is it?
I have been doing a great deal of thinking lately and most of it is centered around "faith". No, not in the religious sense, never have and never will have any use or faith in manmade religious institutions. But rather, faith on a more personal level. Like faith in someone else. Faith in my own radar. When to give up faith and when to stay the course.
Have met the most darling man in all my life. One who makes me feel like a teenager again, full of wonder and excitement and yes, horny like one. But it seems that I have acquired the full package, including insecirities I thought long since dealt with.
This is where the "faith" issue has been coming up, because he has never given me a reason to doubt his sincerity or his love for me. He says he is going to do something, he does it. He says he is going to be somewhere, he is. So I guess I have put my faith in him and every now and again, I question it. There is no foundation for this I know, but I guess it's still remnants leftover from "The Year from Hell".
Another "friend" who I had put my faith and trust in, well, I don't want to relive the whole thing, but I just only yesterday got my computer back from the police where it was taken in over a year ago as "evidence" in a case against him.
Just can't seem to work up the faith again or the trust. It is broken beyond repair and he can't seem to understand that he did it to himself. No gift certificate or donuts will restore my faith in him and there certainly can be no restoration to what we were before. Guess here, I have given up hope and faith. Sad, yes, but how many times should I let someone hurt me before I do?
Earth Day 2009
**From Yahoo!** (click link for full article)
Do Your Part!
Earth Day Resolutions For Everyone
Not that long ago, saving the environment was reserved for people willing to chain themselves to a tree. Thankfully, society’s mindset is changing as we come to terms with the fact that if we don’t preserve our precious planet today, our children may not be able to enjoy it tomorrow
With Earth Day right around the corner, we urge you to make a belated New Year’s resolution: a Pledge to our Planet.
Your pledge doesn’t necessarily have to be one that noticeably affects your daily routine. It can be as simple as using cloth bags at the grocery store, but if each of us changes just one of our poor habits, together we can have an astounding impact on the health of the planet.
We’ve provided some cool green suggestions below to help kick-start your eco-friendly living:
Do Your Part!
Earth Day Resolutions For Everyone
Not that long ago, saving the environment was reserved for people willing to chain themselves to a tree. Thankfully, society’s mindset is changing as we come to terms with the fact that if we don’t preserve our precious planet today, our children may not be able to enjoy it tomorrow
With Earth Day right around the corner, we urge you to make a belated New Year’s resolution: a Pledge to our Planet.
Your pledge doesn’t necessarily have to be one that noticeably affects your daily routine. It can be as simple as using cloth bags at the grocery store, but if each of us changes just one of our poor habits, together we can have an astounding impact on the health of the planet.
We’ve provided some cool green suggestions below to help kick-start your eco-friendly living:
Earth Hour 2009
Come on Toronto, surely we can find something to do in the dark for an hour!!
How to Participate:
Everyone can participate in Earth Hour! And it’s as simple as flicking off a switch –literally. You can participate by yourself or with family, friends and just a few candles. Or check out what’s happening in your own community. There are many cities, community groups, restaurants and bars that participate or host Earth Hour events.
Here are some simple tips to make Earth Hour a success:
Turn off all non-essential lights on Saturday, March 28 at 8:30 pm.
Encourage family, friends and local businesses to participate.
Sign-up.
FWB vs Booty Call
Correctly applied terminology is one of the cornerstones of a good relationship. So in the interest of better communication for more beneficial relationships, I offer the following clarification between Friends With Benefits (FWB) and Booty Calls.
A booty call is someone with whom you have little else in common but sex. You don't call them unless you have an itch to scratch, you don't buy them thoughtful gifts and you don't consider them a friend. You simply "fuck" them whenever you get the urge.
A FWB however, is the exact opposite. They are someone you generally like, in or out of the bedroom. They are someone with whom you can talk with, listen to, laugh with and do all those other great things friends are for.
It is not always easy to keep on the same page, and that is one of the pitfalls of a FWB relationship, as often times jealousy can rear its ugly head.
For more on the subject, click on the link above.
Rejection, some can't deal with it like a grown up.
It never fails to surprise me and to amuse me thereafter, just how some people are unable to deal with rejection at all. They will say anything to try and get with me, promise things they can't possibly deliver, pretend to be what I am looking for when clearly they are unsuitable, and when they set off my radar and I try to politely tell them "No", they keep trying and trying to coax me.
Take this prize of a human being - Scott (to view his pic on someone else's blog, click link above).
He was one of the many CL respondents from last year. He was, like the other 99% rejected because he was immature and nasty even from the emails. He went ahead and added me to his MSN, even though I did nothing to encourage him and even asked him at one point to delete me. So anyways, he kept sending me pics of him - like somehow that would be enough of an enticement (what a loser), and still I wouldn't bother.
He kept begging for one chance for me to get to know him better, but I wouldn't bite.
Life went on, I found my boys and they have kept me busy and contented.
Then I make the mistake of logging into my MSN the other day and there pops up Scott with yet another pathetic attempt at getting with me. I tell him in no uncertain terms "I am not into you". Ask nicely again for him to delete me, I am not interested and don't have the time to bother with him. He won't budge, so I log off and shortly thereafter one of my boys drops by for a sleep-over ;) and I once again forget about Scott the Desperate.
Then this morning, I log into MSN again and there pops up an offline message, him calling me names, and finally the veneer comes off and the Scott I knew was underneath the whole time finally makes an appearance.
What an emotional retard!! No wonder he has to go to such lengths to bolster his delicate ego!
There is no time in this life to bother with unsuitable people. I don't doubt my finely tuned radar any longer. How many times do you guys have to prove me right before I trust my instincts?
I know who is right for me. I know who feels right when they are in my arms. I trust my senses because they always prove to be right in the long run.
Grow up Scott and the rest of you CL rejects. Or don't bother women of taste and class, go after the insecure whinny demanding younger bitches that make you feel like a man in comparison. You can't handle a real woman, and they can't tolerate your emotional retardation. Why should we bother when there are so many young, smart, hotties that know how to talk to a woman, treat her right and make us giddy with sexual chemistry?
Barbie turns 50!!
Ruth Handler watched her daughter Barbara at play with paper dolls, and noticed that she often enjoyed giving them adult roles. At the time, most children's toy dolls were representations of infants. Realizing that there could be a gap in the market, Handler suggested the idea of an adult-bodied doll to her husband Elliot, a co-founder of the Mattel toy company. He was unenthusiastic about the idea, as were Mattel's directors.
During a trip to Europe in 1956 with her children Barbara and Kenneth, Ruth Handler came across a German toy doll called Bild Lilli.[1] The adult-figured Lilli doll was exactly what Handler had in mind, so she purchased three of them. She gave one to her daughter and took the others back to Mattel. The Lilli doll was based on a popular character appearing in a comic strip drawn by Reinhard Beuthin for the newspaper Die Bild-Zeitung. Lilli was a working girl who knew what she wanted and was not above using men to get it. The Lilli doll was first sold in Germany in 1955, and although it was initially sold to adults, it became popular with children who enjoyed dressing her up in outfits that were available separately.
Upon her return to the United States, Handler reworked the design of the doll (with help from engineer Jack Ryan) and the doll was given a new name, Barbie, after Handler's daughter Barbara. The doll made its debut at the American International Toy Fair in New York on March 9, 1959. This date is also used as Barbie's official birthday. Mattel acquired the rights to the Bild Lilli doll in 1964 and production of Lilli was stopped. The first Barbie doll wore a black and white zebra striped swimsuit and signature topknot ponytail, and was available as either a blonde or brunette. The doll was marketed as a "Teen-age Fashion Model," with her clothes created by Mattel fashion designer Charlotte Johnson. The first Barbie dolls were manufactured in Japan, with their clothes hand-stitched by Japanese homeworkers. Around 350,000 Barbie dolls were sold during the first year of production.
Ruth Handler believed that it was important for Barbie to have an adult appearance, and early market research showed that some parents were unhappy about the doll's chest, which had distinct breasts. Barbie's appearance has been changed many times, most notably in 1971 when the doll's eyes were adjusted to look forwards rather than having the demure sideways glance of the original model.
Barbie was one of the first toys to have a marketing strategy based extensively on television advertising, which has been copied widely by other toys. It is estimated that over a billion Barbie dolls have been sold worldwide in over 150 countries, with Mattel claiming that three Barbie dolls are sold every second.[2]
The standard range of Barbie dolls and related accessories are manufactured to approximately , which is also known as playscale.[3] Barbie products include not only the range of dolls with their clothes and accessories, but also a huge range of Barbie branded goods such as books, fashion items and video games. Barbie has appeared in a series of animated films and makes a brief guest appearance in the 1999 film Toy Story 2.
Almost uniquely for a toy fashion doll, Barbie has become a cultural icon and has been given honors that are rare in the toy world. In 1974 a section of Times Square in New York City was renamed Barbie Boulevard for a week, while in 1985 the artist Andy Warhol created a painting of Barbie.[4][5] Biography
Barbara Millicent Roberts
Barbie's full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts. In a series of novels published by Random House in the 1960s, her parents' names are given as George and Margaret Roberts from the fictional town of Willows, Wisconsin. Barbie has been said to attend Willows High School and Manhattan International High School in New York City, based on the real-life Stuyvesant High School. She has an on-off romantic relationship with her beau Ken (Ken Carson), who first appeared in 1961. Like Barbie, Ken shares his name with one of Ruth Handler's children. A news release from Mattel in February 2004 announced that Barbie and Ken had decided to split up, but in February 2006 they were back together again.[6][7]
Barbie has had over forty pets including cats and dogs, horses, a panda, a lion cub, and a zebra. She has owned a wide range of vehicles, including pink convertibles, trailers and jeeps. She also holds a pilot's license, and operates commercial airliners in addition to serving as a flight attendant. Barbie's careers are designed to show that women can take on a variety of roles in life, and the doll has been sold with a wide range of titles including Miss Astronaut Barbie (1965), Doctor Barbie (1988) and Nascar Barbie (1998).[8]
Mattel has created a range of companions for Barbie, including Hispanic Teresa, African American Christie and Steven (Christie's boyfriend). For more details, see the List of Barbie's friends and family.
Maxine tells it like it is.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift.I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful.
But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But
broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever,
but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day(if I feel like it).
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever,
but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day(if I feel like it).
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART
Menopause tips
This is a specially formulated diet designed to help WOMEN cope with the stress that builds during the day BREAKFAST
1 Grapefruit
1 slice Wholemeal toast
1 cup skimmed milk
LUNCH
1 small portion lean, steamed chicken with a cup of spinach
1 cup herbal tea
1 biscuit
AFTERNOON TEA
The rest of the biscuits from the packet
1 tub of Hagen Daz ice cream with chocolate topping
DINNER
4 bottles of wine (red or white)
2 loaves garlic bread
1 family size Supreme pizza
3 chocolate bars
LATE NIGHT SNACK
1 whole cheesecake (eaten directly from the freezer)
REMEMBER :
'stressed' spelled backwards is 'desserts'
A brief history of the colour Purple
A brief history of purple (work in progress)
Purple is a precious colour associated with regal luxury because whilst fairly abundant in nature purple was for many milennia a difficult colour to produce in paint or dye.
The first purple pigment was Tyrian purple, a dyestuff produced by the Phonecians in the city of Tyre. This was around 2000 years ago, i think (will check - futher info welcomed). Tyre was the great port of Phonecia, (modern Lebanon) a trading nation with outposts all across the known world. Tyrian purple was produced from the shells of the concholepas mollusk "Chanque," and a thier purple pigment was a highly prized export. The dye gave a rich and deep purple that was highly prized, and highly priced.
In medieval times, purple was a colour reserved for the powerful and wealthy - kings, queens and bishops wore a lot of purple, whilst commoners had to make do with mucky grey and poo brown. Purple pigment was still made from Mollusc shells, and mixing purple paint required the artist or dyer to obtain vermillion (red) and ultramarine (blue) - which were also rare and very expensive.
So purple was reserved for the powerful, with only blue and gold paint valued more highly, (these were the traditional dominant colours of the madonna's robe, and the golden holy halos. the bystanding kings wore purple, as do monarchs and senior religious figures today.)
It wasn't until 1856 that purple dye was synthesised, and could be cheaply produced. William Henry Perkins was trying to synthesise quinine, (a medicine for malaria) and accidentally produced the first chemical pigment. It happened to be purple, because purple is the bestest colour.
At just 19 years old, Perkins left the Royal College of Chemistry to commercialise his invention, and developed the new industry of synthetic dyes (he went on to develop colours other than purple). He and other UK entrepeneurs initially dominated the market, but by the 1870s chemical syestuffs were being produced and sold in greater numbers by German companies.
Edwardian fashions of the period were often in dull colours and blacks. Queen Victoria's long mourning put Britain into a gloomy darkness, and revolution, pollution and opression were reflected in the decades long trend for black.
But the new artificial pigments were gaining ground, and by the 1920s fashion designers like Paul Poiret (influenced by the bright costumes of the Russian Ballet) were introducing vivid colour into ladies fashions. Mass production and the growth of ready made fashions, along with cheap synthetic dyes meant that purple clothing was finally becoming available to all. Sadly, during the 1930s dusty grey sackcloth and ashes dominated the fashion scene, followed by khaki uniforms in the early forties.
During the sixties, purple was a very groovy colour and "purple haze" a popular state of mind. In the seventies, purple and green swirls were considered a delightful furnishing fabric. Prince was probably the most prominant purple person in the 1980s, and purple and silver were all over millenium shop windows.
Purple is a very bright and jolly colour, with a tonal range from lilac to mauve, indigo to magenta, and hundreds of shades in between. Clint Boon, the excellent hammond organist, ex of the inspiral carpets, sings "problem with the world today, not enough purple too much grey" and who can disagree with an organist with a pudding bowl haircut and purple cordorouy flares?
Obituary from The London Times
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged wit h sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth a nd Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged wit h sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth a nd Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Definitions, must we always pigeon hole?
Well, for lack of a better term, one must revert to Greek and so, I am polyamorous. A new phase in life, and most curious to see how it all shapes up. It has been a long, sometimes hard road the last year, and now settling into a nice routine of having a wide variety of friends of all kinds to satisfy my many needs and wants. Always thought it was a bit unreasonable to expect one person to be all things to you. If you happen to truly find such a person, kudos toyou, appreciate them. As for me, I think I will keep spreading the hugs around. No need to hoard them.
Contentment
Not sure if the pictures are a bit much or overstating it, but really, can you overstate contentment? Not likely I say.
Just having such an amazing time with my boys, G, J, and Z, as well as my cuddle group friends.
So what if I am dead broke and living on a tight budget? There is nothing that money can buy me that I don't already have.
Thank you boys, you make Auntie Barb ludicrously happy.
**Schmooches**
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