What? I've two babies?
*counts on my fingers.... Right. Kids are like instant potatoes. Just add water.
You mother planted you feet first, and added water to you daily. You are just a big potato. Carrying my baby.
1) To touch people's lives, better said, to make a difference in people's lives. Be it just a smile when they need it, or a shoulder. (My Inner Voice would like to say......Or just to fondle and grope.)
2) Encourage people to hope and dream that the world is a good place to be
3) To be able to be an outside observer since the beginning of time till the end of time, to watch, to understand why certain decisions, acts were made and done.
This morning....... Two MEN!
Lady Lydia has no dildos or toys at home.
No, I will leave your mountains for Shameless, he likes mountains! (That is not a shameless lie either! LOL!) I shall return to play pattycake! But you like us unruly! Much more fun to misbehave!!!
Horny the blue balled penis
Had a very leaky head!
And if you ever tasted
You would have to say yum yum!!!
(to the tune of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer)
That is not a lie! It is true!
I serve the Queen of the Forum Whores. And proud of it!!!!!!
*plays pattycake on Wifey's bum then skips away
A pregnant woman is not permitted to fly during her third trimester unless she has a doctors certificate.
Being pretty darn tall, I must think of the best way to travel. Taking trains half my shins and feet stick out into the aisle of a sleeper car, on a plane I have to sit sideways to accommodate my knees and be aware of the person in front of me if they want to have their chairs reclined back for comfort (at times, yes I am one of those people who have my knees in your back and for that I apologise greatly!). Airlines do not always give me an emergency exit seat, or a seat near an emergency exit. And on some airlines I must pay extra for requesting the emergency exit seat.
My brother in law, he is six foot 11, and weighs upwards of 140kg, and to look at him he is well... he looks like an athletic man. I disagree that he would have to pay extra because he is over a certain weight class. On a second thought, what if ICAO decided to change the weight categories internationally? Then almost anyone from a western country would be considered obese. And then provisions would have to be made and allowances made for summer as the overall weight of a person is less than that of one in the winter due to baggage, winter wear and boots. And if there were seating that made allowances for people such as that man in the photograph, would not the same issues of safety be brought up? Being caught in the aisle in the event of an emergency?
"What shall we have for dinner? Oh neato! Beer-tinis!!"
YAY!!!! That is marvelous!!!
You are a gem darling! As a newbie, you've made me feel welcomed and embraced my own kookieness with your own! I love it! Thank-you for the smiles and the laughter!!! Never stop being you!
If you think a massage is in order, my advice would be look at your local colleges or universities and see if they offer a massage therapy course. Call them and see if you can get a student massage. They are usually five to ten dollars for an hour long massage.
Just as a side note? Happy endings are not offered in the West!
Parsley, garlic and vinegar soup broth with homemade pork/leak/mushroom dumplings, with a Mongolian coleslaw salad (dressing is made with wasabi oil, vinegar and spices) was dinner.
Louis Armstrong- Moon River
Please pass me my cucumber. I scored a zero!!! WOOT WOOT! Free cucumbers!
For me, true romance is in the small day to day thoughts. The leaving of a post it not in my parka pocket, leaving them in my purse, in my shoe... just little notes about things he enjoys or we enjoyed together. Him telling me about silly parts of his day for he knows how much I love to smile and laugh, random text messages through the day, a cup of tea made while marking papers. A smile that says "I'm here".
For me romance is not about grand gestures, but the small ones that remind me why it is him I want.
Rubies, gems, shoes, chocolate, flowers.... they look prettier at the store. When he steals my phone and creates a playlist of his mix mixed with mine, or creates new calendar entries with alarms that go off during class with thoughts... for me, that is romance.
And it goes both ways. When I know he's having a hard day, I greet him in a way he likes best, his comfort food in the oven, favourite movie queued up to watch, his drink ready, and just letting him be if that is how his mood is, sneaking out in the middle of the night to clean his truck. Being there for him. Pushing my issues and problems aside to offer my shoulder my ear when he needs them.
The secret is out. I am a hopeless romantic.
Cougartalk, that is brilliant!!!! Way to go!!!
Shameless, is really a woman.