angelwithabullet
Trust female - 46 years
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What I Miss The Most About Sleeping With A Man
What I miss the most about sleeping with a man is ...
laying my head on his chest
spreading my hair over him
placing my ear against his rib cage
and
listening to the beat of his heart
thumping beneath the mat of delicate downy curls
and soft skin
Yes.
I miss that the most.
kx -
Advance Notice of Netlog Absence
Hi guys,
Just want you to know that I shall be moving - on Valentine's Day (of all days).
Therefore, because BT and other media related packages cannot get their act together within a short time-frame, I shall be off-line - from that date - until they are able to flick the switch that enables me to get back onto the other world ...
I've had plenty of offers of helping hands to pack, stack and rack before then, and have the pleasing delight of being escorted by two hunky soldiers to help me carry stuff and, yet another to drive the army truck that I've been offered, so I'll be okay.
I'll be online for the next 14 days though ... until then!
kaye x -
The Curious Case of Barack Obama
Forgive me for having a double take here, but isn't this a rather curious thing to behold ...
Here is a story I read this morning on Yahoo News ...
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"George Hussein Obama, born of the same father as the US leader, was apparently arrested on Saturday in Nairobi's Huruma slums, where he lives.
A newspaper said that George Obama would be charged in court later with possession of a banned drug and resisting arrest.
Area police chief Jasper Ombati said: "Police officers arrested a man who was in possession of two rolls of bhang (marijuana) and he is being charged with that offence."
George Obama works as a mechanic in Huruma and hardly knows his brother, who is hero-worshipped in Kenya due to his ancestral roots."
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Sorry what was that?
The President of the United States of America - supposedly the biggest, richest (well, maybe not now), most powerful (well, maybe on the verge of a comedown), country in the world - has a brother who lives in the slums, of Nairobi. Sorry, what was that? In the slums? And, more to the point, in possession of drugs.
I'm not harping on about his possession of drugs. I know how people can get caught up in those things and it's not an easy life to choose. But hey, what the hell happened to family values? What happened to "he's my brother"?
Hmm.
This man's name is George Hussein Obama. Sorry, what was that middle name again? Hussein? Doesn't that indicate some kind of connection with a religion which the said country is making everyone fear for their dear lives?
Again, hmm.
How many days ago was he voted into that oh so powerful Office?
I read somewhere (The Times, I think), that during his election his wife was told to "shut up" or he would lose the election ... apparently (far be it for me to confirm or deny the truth of the matter), she was harping on about something akin to 'black rights' ... but I can't be sure on that one, so don't quote me.
My question is: Has the mud already begun to be slung? So soon?
I suppose we had better start being prepared for something big here. -
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Knowledge ...
A stranger was seated next to Little Johnny on the plane when the stranger turned to the Little Johnny and said, "Let's talk. I've heard that flights will go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger."
Little Johnny, who had just opened his book, closed it slowly, and said to the stranger, "What would you like to discuss?"
"Oh, I don't know," said the stranger. "How about nuclear power?"
"OK," said Little Johnny. "That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. "A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat grass. The same stuff. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?"
"Jeez," said the stranger. "I have no idea."
"Well, then," said Little Johnny, "How is it that you feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don't know shit?" -
SCHOOL - 1957 vs. 2007
Scenario :
Jack goes rabbit shooting before school, pulls into school parking lot with rifle in gun rack.
1957 - Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack's rifle, goes to his car and gets his rifle & chats with Jack about guns.
2007 - School goes into lock down, Star Force called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his ute or gun again. Counsellors called in for traumatized students and teachers.
Scenario:
Johnny and Mark get into a fistfight after school.
1957 - Crowd gathers. Mark wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up buddies.
2007 - Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Johnny and Mark. Charge them with assault, both expelled even though Johnny started it.
Scenario:
Robbie won't be still in class, disrupts other students.
1957 - Robbie sent to office and given 6 of the best by the Principal. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2007 - Robbie given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. Tested for ADD. School gets extra money from state because Robbie has a disability.
Scenario :
Billy breaks a window in his neighbor's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.
1957 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.
2007 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster care and joins a gang. State psychologist tells Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has affair with psychologist.
Scenario :
Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school.
1957 - Mark gets glass of water from Principal to take aspirin with.
2007 - Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug violations. Car searched for drugs and weapons.
Scenario :
Pedro fails high school English.
1957 - Pedro goes to summer school, passes English and goes to college.
2007 - Pedro's cause is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for graduation is racist.
AFRE files class action lawsuit against state school system and Pedro's English teacher.. English banned from core curriculum.
Pedro given diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot speak English.
Scenario :
Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from 4th of July, puts them in a model airplane paint bottle, blows up a bullant nest.
1957 - Ants die.
2007- Star Force, Federal Police & Anti-terrorism Squad called. Johnny charged with domestic terrorism, Feds investigate parents, siblings removed from home, computers confiscated,
Johnny's Dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.
Scenario :
Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.
1957 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2007 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy.
How stupid we have become!
Think about it! -
The Youth of Today
Kids? Who’d ‘ave ‘em? Well, if yesterday was anything to go by – I would.
You see, oddly enough, I’m an adult who’s world does not include children. I don’t have children of my own, that is apart from two godson’s (a 13 year old and a 5 year old) and an 8 year old niece, so I live in a business bubble that doesn’t include their ways of living life. The only stuff I get to hear is the big, the bad and the ugly - from the news, from the papers, from the moaning mum’s and dad’s about other people’s kids and from the police.
If I was to believe everything I heard, I would be quite terrified!
Yesterday, though, opened my eyes to another side to these ‘wee beasties’.
I went ice-skating. In Bracknell, Berkshire.
I must admit, it was quite a daunting experience walking up to the place. We approached the entrance from the car park at the rear - along a very dark alley where young hoodies were sat lazing upon the walls, feet up, gawfawing, shouting and kicking each other.
Quite quickly, we hastened inside … only to be greeted by a miserable receptionist and mess strewn along the corridors.
The changing rooms were no better. Bin bags littered the entrances, scratched and scored surfaces, battered and broken lockers with doors hanging off – added to this, the place hadn’t been updated since the 70s.
After exchanging our shoes for those god awful boots, we hobbled up to the ice rink itself and – oh crumps – all I can say was that it reminded me very much of the nightclubs I frequented in my 30s – dark, flashing lights and loud popular music and lots of young couples canoodling in the corners.
We wanted to turn back and run.
But, we had parted with our £8 entrance fee and the 60p for the damaged locker. So we bit our tongues and endured.
After watching my sister and my 8 year old niece step onto the ice and make a pig’s ear of it, I decided I just had to have a go …
‘How hard can it be!?’ I muttered, forgetting that the last time I had stepped onto the ice on was as a 13 year old girl – and even then I wasn’t the best figure cutting the frozen stuff below.
Cripes! Gripping the very small ledge was a must in my books. The trouble is, only half an hour before setting off, I had taken the trouble to paint my nails! And I was not best pleased that, already, chips and cracks were beginning to appear … grrrrrr!
We made our slow, stiff, gawky way around the very large rink – twice!
Gluttons for punishment.
Then as we were half way round, a speaker announced that we were all to leave the arena so they could ‘smooth it over’.
Everyone sped off. Unfortunately, I was the last to leave. Stuck. My fingers pinched the ledge for dear life, hoping not to make a fool of myself in front of such a large captured audience.
They must have seen my struggle, as they sent a young boy to my rescue.
He was very nice. Taking my hands, he skated backwards and taught me how to do it very slowly and carefully.
“Bend your knees, and lean forward, that’s it! See, you’re skating now!”
Very good young man! Kind, considerate, gentle, knowledgeable – a guiding light.
Suffice to say my sister was jealous. “Typical you - to get a guy to help you!”
“Whaaaa?!” I replied, flummoxed. He could have only been all of 19 – if that! I think she was jesting though! I’m sure she was. Phlut, phlut.
The big machine soon began its work, smoothing the surface, round and round it went. We soon got bored and got chatting to a very friendly, pretty girl; Becky. She told us all about her week …
Monday’s = dance class night
Tuesday = (can’t remember, she reeled them off so quick)
Wednesday = extra classes prep for her GCSEs
Thursday = paper round
Friday = out with her friends
Saturday = ice skating
Sunday = homework
Then we all sat back and were entertained by the ‘experts’ – which included the lovely Becky who zoomed around the rink like it was her natural home. She said she preferred skating to walking. I could see why.
There’s a kind of freedom in it. If you forget you’re balancing on wafer thin blades and just ‘go with the flow’, it’s a perfect experience of grace and beauty.
She revealed that she was only 15 years old and that her goal was to be a choreographer. Such a pretty girl, such life and soul and spirit within her – and such a bloody good skater!
When all us ‘amateurs’ were allowed back onto the surface, Becky and her friend kindly took our niece around the rink a few times and even took the time to encourage us 40 (+) year old women back onto the ice. Trouble was, with Becky guiding, my confidence was growing and the music encouraging me to swing my hips a little too widely, I was getting ahead of myself - so the inevitable happened! Bump - down I went. A number of times.
There were other kids out there too. None of them were causing any problems. All of them were helping each other – if one fell, the nearest one would help them up.
They weren’t breaking things.
They weren’t stealing things.
They weren’t calling each other names
They weren’t laughing at each other.
They weren’t bored.
These kids were friendly, full of fun and excited with life. They were fulfilled, they were doing something they loved, they were trusted to go out and have a good time – without causing trouble.
I must admit, my initial reaction was changed after this evening. As we walked back through the reception area, the sacks and rubbish had gone. Apparently there had been a party previous to us entering, and they hadn’t had time to clean up. The scratched and scored surfaces didn't have any graffiti anywhere ... it was merely age that had battered them, that included the lockers.
The young hoodies who had been sat lazing upon the walls, feet up, gawfawing, shouting and kicking each other – when you stopped to listen to them, were actually having fun.
So, I my thoughts on the kids of today are not bad at all.
All it takes is a little time to think 'outside the box'. To take the time to listen. To observe. Not just others, but yourself too. Your own inner talk. The fears that you are creating inside of you.
In fact, I'd even go so far as to say I stand strongly by my ongoing point of view that, like most adults out there in this ‘seemingly’ big bad world, I believe the majority of people are truly good folk who want only to find ways to fill the holes in their souls. To fulfil their destiny.
And, like those skaters who helped the fallen ones up, like Becky and her friend who took the time to help guide us onto the ice, perhaps it’s up to the rest of society to take the time to help guide those who are lost.
What say you?
ps - oh, and my skating has improved, I managed (at least) five seconds without gripping the ledge! -
Built for comfort - not speed
THERE IS A MORAL HERE!
A C-130 was lumbering along when a cocky F-16 flashed by. The jet jockey decided to show off.
The fighter jock told the C-130 pilot, 'watch this!' and promptly went into a barrel roll followed by a steep climb. He then finished with a sonic boom as he broke the sound barrier. The F-16 pilot asked the C-130 pilot what he thought of that?
The C-130 pilot said, 'That was impressive, but watch this!'
The C-130 droned along for about 5 minutes and then the C-130 pilot came back on and said:
'What did you think of that?'
Puzzled, the F-16 pilot asked,
'What the heck did you do?'
The C-130 pilot chuckled.
'I stood up, stretched my legs, walked to the back, took a leak, then I got a cup of coffee and a cinnamon bun.'
When you are young & foolish - speed & flash may seem a good thing !!!
When you get older & smarter - comfort & dull is not such a bad thing !!!
Us old folks understand this one. -
Stuck?
Are you stuck for something to write about?
Browse through the list below - choose a title that appeals to you personally - and come up with a blog of no more than 200 words.
Post your blog to your own profile and send the link to this blog!
I look forward to reading from you!
Kaye x
VARIOUS
0) Tips for Tightwad Travelers
1) 'Secret pardons'?
BUSINESS AND FINANCE
2) Having a boss younger than you
3) Buying a House in this Market?
4) Teaching Grandchildren Money Basics
5) Consumers' New Thriftiness
6) Refinancing (a House) Experts
7) Credit Card Rewards. Do they work?
8) Experts in ice cream
GENERAL
9) Profile of young entrepreneur
10) Speed cameras!
11) Best way to pitch?
12) Personal Development and Leadership
13) Family Coach Story
14) TV Production Co. Seeks Laid Off Workers
15) Religious experts and historians
HEALTH/FITNESS
16) Blood poisoning and how to prevent it
17) Natural Products
18) Get out of an exercise rut
LIFESTYLE/ENTERTAINMENT
19) Fashion Makeover
20) "Red in the face" moment
21) Family Stress Relief
22) Green Health Expert
23) Beauty Product Review
24) Connections in the Fashion Biz
25) Celebrity Interview -
Guilt v Desire
Nothing on this earth forces you to feel the emotion of guilt within you. You do something bad - and you choose to feel guilt. It's the guilt that kills you - not the deed that you've done.
Definitions of guilt: the state of having committed an offence; remorse caused by feeling responsible for some offence.
It's a code of conduct that we place upon ourselves. This code of conduct ensures that we don't cause any harm to others - without inflicting upon ourselves some repayment for it. We experience the emotion of guilt to 'punish' ourselves. At it's heart, guilt is intended to improve our social behaviour.
Whatever you do in life, guilt doesn't have to play a part in it. Guilt, itself, is not an expression of love. It doesn't heal anyone or anything - particularly not ourselves.
Desire, on the other hand, is an expression of love.
I know, we've all been taught the exact opposite - that to desire something you 'can't have' is bad for you. It causes frustration and pain, jealousy and anger. All those horrid emotions that harden your internal organs (particularly your liver and gall bladder!).
And they are right. Desire that leads to those particular feelings is not an expression of love.
Definitions of Desire: the feeling that accompanies an unsatisfied state; to want strongly; an inclination to want things.
But - hang on a minute - when you really think about it - how are things created?
Through desire, of course.
We find a loving partner through desire. We build a family through desire. We get the life we want through desire.
You have another option: you can do something bad and, instead, choose to learn through love and reason.
