my safety zone - A Need. A Craving. Being.

All i could think about today after i finished my pre-M-Bio course today..... all i could think about was laying at His feet.

i had an urge to lay at Sir's feet. There is a need for certain things in me, and this is one of them. i had chatted with Him this morning on IM, and i realized how much i missed Him this whole weekend into today. i had a most joyous weekend which was not only pervy, but tasty as well; and He wasn't there to share it with me. Not saying i didn't have fun with the girls yesterday, as i always do at the Festival... every year. i dance my lil heart out, and just get Folked. The only way to be, and just be at peace with others being at peace and sharing the love in a neighborly way. Nothing like it around, which is the problem... that is another story.

So as my afternoon went on all i could think about and visualize was laying at Sir's feet. Even having my head laying on the sofa by Him, being in my comfort zone really. With His hand on my head if it may be, but just there knowing with Him there above me and being safe within His world. i feel so safe with Him; never having to wonder what he is going to do next, wondering if He is going to hurt me in any way, knowing that when i am with Him.... that when i turn around or wake up - He is near by. When i was over in His house last, i sat at His feet in the morning when He was at His computer dealing with the photos that He had taken over the last couple of days. This being when i had woken up, and i am sure He was at the puter for a lil while before i got there, but i was at His feet for a short time. It was nice, and just being. But not quite what i am feeling today, even though some may think it is the same thing. It is, but it isn't. 

Sitting at Sir's feet for a short time while he is just doing a short bit of work is one thing. At that time W/we were only going to be there for a lil while, knowing W/we had to go shortly to get me to the station and He to somewhere else after. It wasn't a situation where knowingly there was no place to rush to and be at at a certain time, or worry about anything coming up. i am thinking of a time when just sitting around while relaxing while there is no pressure to do anything, just being. And i can be there, just being 'His' in my safety zone. It is in a way like me having a figurative safety blanky, a comfort zone, a safe spot to be. If not sitting at His feet with my head on the sofa by Him, laying on the floor right beneath Him. This is not something i would do all the time, just because it is not feasible. Nor is that what i want, and i don't think that is what He wants. i don't need to be at His feet all the time, it is just nice and comforting every once and a while. And with how things have gone in the last couple of weeks, with how He has dealt with me in His Topping way - i have an urge, need, want, desire for what some would say. 

Yesterday the 'jrk' phoned me out of the blue while i was at the Festival. The first thing he said what that it looked like i was sad at the party on Saturday, that the usual joy and happiness that naturally follows me wasn't there by the looks of it. i found that rather strange that that is what he saw, as i was in a most wonderful mood and didn't feel sad at all. Though maybe it would have been nice to have a certain Someone else with me, but i was in a great mood and having a good time. Then he asked if he had ever given me a discount ticket for Rascals, and i said no. Well, he was shocked... i wasn't as he passed through 'my' door to give 'you know who's upstairs last year tickets, even told me what he was doing, then left out "my" door to leave. i thought, what ever. So he has one ticket left over and wants to give it to me, i was fine with that. Sure.

So today as i was coming home after (omg- foot boy found me after his hiatus on being on the injury list - this i will talk about in a later post) i got to pondering about why he may have thought this. i had been deep in thought and wanton about being at Sir's feet, and then it jumped into my thoughts that maybe that is what jrk read off of me not knowing what it was. Not sure how he read that, as he isn't really that good of a Dom to read something like that. 

As i sub-consciously maybe emitted this out. Not knowing what was really going on in my head, this all going on as i was watching all these wonderful subs/slaves with their Masters and Mistress's just being. But not realizing as i was having my absolute fun, this is where that thought truly started and not today - it just surfaced today is all. i had been talking to M Eve about Sir, and all that had been going on and how happy i was. Maybe that is when it crept in while i was talking to her and devil bear after all Their play and spankins, and he getting a kollar finally. i was so pleased for him, and new it was all good for Them from here on in. But then all i wanted to do was just be with Sir, and be safe with Him... safe under Him. But it not coming up in my full thoughts until today, when i actually was finally calming down from everything - from the weekends festivities, for my mind finally clearing a bit for a few different thoughts to open up in there and surface. 

Sir said He was going to call me tonight. If He doesn't i know He is tired and/'or unavailable, that is ok. but i do look forward to hearing His voice, as that is what sometimes can keep one grounded as well. In more ways than one. i am very much looking forward to next week when i get to see Him again, when hopefully i can lay under Him - or even have my head on the sofa by Him with His hand on it... making me feel safe again. Letting me know who i am, why i am there, and who i belong to. Just being me. His wench, His toy, His .......

My Poor One Grey Eye.

My poor one grey eye.<br>

First off, let's start the story at the beginning. 

i needed new aqua contacts. This so i could go swimming at the new pool more often, and still see while doing so. The new pool out in my hood is a H2O/chlorine system, being that it uses the the H2O more then the chlorine to clean the water than the chlorine - thus i don't react to the water as much as the other pools. YeeeeHaw! Aqua contacts are great, as when they get the slightest bit of water in them the suction to your eyes. *insert suction noise here* They still let your eyes breath, and protect them better them most of the other ones out there do, but the best thing is.... you don't lose the lil suckers in the water when have a good dip. Talk about the best invention in the world, and i truly mean that one coming from a lifetime swimmer.

A couple weeks before i headed out of town i called up my eye doc's place to get in a sample pair for my new prescription. Make sure we have the right ones, right size, and right torque. i am not going to fork over the money for the six boxes if we have the wrong ones, and have to worry about what to do next. One of his lil workers says that they don't have those in stock, so she is going to order a pair in for me. No big deal, as it should be in before i leave. Going to the lake you know, and would love to be able to see there as well. (Old ones are a couple years old, and probably shouldn't wear them) The day before i am to leave i phone in to see if they are there, as i have not received a call to say that they have arrived. i talk to one of the other workers there, and he says that they haven't arrived yet. Rather disappointed i was. but the next day my eye doc calls me up to say that he wasn't sure what the heck was going on here, but he actually had a set in the back the whole time. That they didn't need to order a pair in, they could have given them to me when i ordered them. Pfffffft. i am leaving town in 4 hours, wondering if i could make it or not. Still have to shower, pack a couple things, and see if i can get into vancouver and back in time to go to the depot. Hmmmmmm. Not sure. So he checks to see if one of their other offices has a set there, one near by. They do, but it is still going to take almost an hour to get there. Not much of a shave off from the original trip. Grrrr. No new contacts for trip.

Good thing though.

i get my contacts on Sunday this last week in my lil tanned hands. Wooooo Hooooo! With them my eye doc gives me a bottle of solution specifically made for them, and a antibacterial case for them... what ever for the case. i get them home, and follow the instructions to the tee on the box as to how to treat them before i even put them in my eyes. Then on monday i want to put them in so i can use them for a few days, as they are going to be used for what they are there for. Finally my new aquas are going to be used, and it is about time. Right.

i put in the right eye first, as i would always do. This being my one grey eye (at all times). Within a 2 second period my poor grey eye was burning, and boy did it hurt. i could get that contact out fast enough, without ripping it of course. Now wondering what the f*ck, i followed everything right, and the solution is an all in one.... so this is weird. Rinse the bugger off and try again, big mistake. Burning all over again, and the same eye. How stupid of me, i'm not going have a grey eye left at this rate. Perplexed, not knowing what to do, and my eye doc is closed.

i rinse the poo out of my contacts with saline solution that i had left over. Must have used up the last of the bottle, as it is pretty empty by the feel of it and it was close to have full. i used an old case to do this, not sure if it had to do with this new case type either and i am not taking any chances here. After rinsing them for a while, making sure all the new solution is off of them, i think i am going to try this again. i try my old solution with them this time, in the hopes that this will work. Guess what, it worked. They went in fine, with no burning at all (except for the lil bit of pain that was left over from the initial try with the new solution). Now i am just hoping that i didn't do any damage to my poor lil one grey eye, i would be pissed if there was. But there was nothing i could do about it that day, not unless i went into emergency, and i wasn't about to do that.

i get to take my new contacts out for a spin at a lake this past week. Go for a dip in the water, get just a smidgen of water in each eye, not even what a normal amount as i would with my older ones. And they suctioned to my eyes like glue and never moved, i didn't even have to adjust them an ounce. Talk about elation and joy for me, and the clarity was wonderful. This made me extremely happy after all that i went through in the beginning, and subsequently afterwards. Yeeee Haw!

Then i phone my eye docs place yesterday after i get back to tell them what happened. The dude i talked to tells me to come in with everything, contacts and all. And they are going to try another solution with me while i am in the office, so they know that this isn't going to happen again. Ya! Good idea. I get there and lo and behold there is my eye doc, who is tending to someone. i wait till he is done... or try to. The lil lady asks me what i need, so i tell her what happened. Then we all go and talk to the doc, and he even looks perplexed as well. They think it might be the preservative in the solution, but are unsure. He takes a quick lookyloo at my eye right there, no damage. Phew. He goes into the back and comes out with another set of contacts, hands them  to me, and doesn't take the old ones back. Hmmmm. Gets a different solution, one i have used before, but a new version that will work with what i have going. Asks me if i have a saline left over, and i said no. So he said to go and pick up a bottle of it, then rinse the poo out of the first set of contacts that he gave me. In other words, i am too keep them and try to use them, in the hopes that they weren't damaged. Hands me the second set (brand new now), and that was that. Makes sure i was ok with everything, and sends me on my way. Though the second set has a different 3rd number on them, so i am thinking he is seeing which ones fit best for me. Perfect idea in my books.

i walked down the street to the lil pharmacy in a medical building. They didn't have just saline solution for contact, so i picked up eye wash. Same thing, i didn't want to take the time to make my own. Today i rinsed the poo out of the 1st set, and they are sitting (i hope happily) in a tube case off to the side for future use. And then i put the 2nd set in with the new solution, and no burning. OMG, Yessssssssssssssssssss. They fit a lil differently, but i will know better when i take them swimming. They will then make a formation to my eyes, and will fit proper after that.

My poor one grey eye is still not totally right. Though both eyes were so dry yesterday, it wasn't funny. And nothing worked. So far as i can tell, the grey is still grey. i hope it stays.

The moral of this story............ check the labels and get to know your allergies and the ingredients on solutions. Especially the 'new' ones coming out replacing the old ones.

Augen nicht ebenso trocken, wie sie, Bonus waren. 

Hoffen Sie neue Augenarbeit.

Signatures - Thank You Sir, may i have another?

There are different kinds of signatures that one can receive from a Top. What i have is beautiful bruises, bruises that have stuck around for a lil while.
What is it about signatures though? Is it a need that They have to do? Is it a want? Or is it just something for them to do? Marking Their territory, saying this in Mine, and I was here. Or maybe just a reminder not only for Them to see later, but also for the bottom as well to see that They were there as well. This isn't just your regular bruising here that comes with a play session that has gotten a lil hard in certain places, this the Top/Saddist actually leaving Their mark on purpose. They could use a pen, i know a few that do. Using certain words for their bottoms, calling them names of what they are, or how well they have been. Not a bad way to sign, not for me though.
When i think back to these signatures that i have on me now...... Not only do i think Nummy, but i think of the whole play session and how it transpired. Before W/we even played that evening He had warned me that He was going to mark me, and where he was going to mark me. His favourite spots to mark His girls, and why in a round-about way. And during O/our play, one could tell that He was thoroughly enjoying Himself with His work. Of course i was enjoying myself as well, Not to knock what was going on. But it is always a curriosity of what is going on in Their brain sometimes when this is all going on, even though i have Topped several times (just not in a manner to mark in such a way).
In that same evening Sir even noticed afterwards that these marks were already there. This is something that wasn't going to wait till the next day to show up, no. He had enough fun signing me that they were already inking and rising to the top of my skin within the time span it took to cool down from the play. Not long when i think of it all, but then i really wasn't all there. i will have to ask about this one, not sure if He will tell me though. lol. He also took a wonderful delight in taking pictures right away, and of course the next day. Now by the next day, you can only imagine what they looked like then.
His signatures are on my inner thighs. This where Sir likes to sign, His favourite spot. Though He did not leave my bumm out of the picture, but my thighs were where He truly enjoyed Himself. Nasty, mean, devious, Saddistic, wonderful...... Nummy. Of course He now has a slew of pictures of His marks, i wouldn't deny Him this. And even after He took picks the next couple days afterwards, they have even gotten darker. And He even added the remark a few days later.... hoping that they remain a lil longer than usual. Made me think on this a bit, but i can understand why. To make me think on it. Who i am, who i am to Him, what i am, what i am to Him. His. His toy. And after all is said and done after the play is over, His service, His wench.

i thank Sir for His signature. It means a lot to me that He has done these, even though they go away eventually.... and by the time i see Him again, they will have faded quite a bit. i haven't got to the pool because of these, as they were quite visable. But they are now going down, and will be gone soon. And then some day, he will put His signature back again. Why? To say He was there. To make me think. Who is He. Who am i.

Thank You Sir.
May i have another?

Pervy Gardening

Pervy Gardening

Jul 11, 2008 10:04 pm
Mood: dirty,
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Had a wonderful time in the gardens today. Gardened in a bikini top and short shorts, with a rip in one cheek. Wonder if anyone got a good view. It was just too hot to put on a shirt and pants, and i truly need to even out this tan i got from my trip. Now i am knowing that will take a lil time as this climate is way different from the one i was in, and that is not good. This is muggy hot, and the good one is dry hot. Way better tanning conditions. lol
So i am wondering how many peeps got a good peep. hehehehehehe. Next time i should plan a accidental fall out or something. hmmmm.Oh well. Now just time to relax, have some pineapple and wait for the phone to ring.

No More Horny Crickets - Sirens & Less Peace.

Home again.
No more horny crickets and silence. No more trees of plenty with clean air, or even the masses of deer that pass by every day just to say hi or get to the salt lick. No more elk spotting, or wondering if a cougar is going to come onto the property this night or not. No more late night fires and guitar singing, no more back woods quading. No more walking to the lake just to take a dip to cool off, or even to float around for a couple of hours. No more - OMG my phone has no bars, and i can't even connect to the net here. lmao.
Back to hearing sirens as soon as i get out of the station that replaced my horny crickets. The muggy heat that makes you gasp for air all day long, and the smog in the air that fills your lungs when you c an breath. Listening to the noise of everyone's cars driving by even as you sit in the silence of your room, and fighting traffic just to go and get a lil fruit. Driving to Kimberly or Camrose to get groceries for a week or two, and stopping for lunch due to being gone all day with that one excursion. Sigh...... no more serenity.
Though i did enjoy my few days of RnR i was privileged to have on my way home. Much needed after all the family and friends hubbub, and even a death in our lil mist. Those days helped me relax, gain myself again, even meditate a lil to those who would wonder, and just "be". Managing even to get more sleep that i think i had the whole trip of two weeks, but knowing it was just the numbers of each night and all the hustle and bustle that had gone on most of the time. i even had the honor of letting go, and then adjusting back to the life i am back into now. Nummy.
Then to my garden i go..........
Hello city, here we are again.
What i was truly hoping i wouldn't have to come home to is all the drama and in-fighting going on between some people in the kink world. Sadly, to my dismay when i turned on my puter this afternoon and went to the first group in alt, this was not true. New threads on old fights, and things that have not settled down. Though i was proud to see some people who i respect actually finally put in some great words that ring some truth, not only of now but what we should be living by from before til now. It is true when someone says that they want to get into certain fights, especially when it gets online and in front of thousands of people. Why should anyone have to get into playground fighting when it should be settled like adults, adults that we are supposed to be. What makes it funny though is when people are called on their mistakes and stupidity, especially the ones that do the most harm, think they are on top and making a point that makes them look even better.
i am not one to sit here and say that i am perfect. i wouldn't want to be, i like my lil flaws and sometimes even the odd lil mistake that i may even make. We all make them, it is how you deal with it afterwards that makes you who you are. But when you go out of your way to actually harm people, especially when they don't deserve or warrent it..... it is just bad form. Not only does it make you look bad, it makes every one around you look bad as well. It saddens me to see what is happening in this city of ours between some really good people that i know, and that it might even hurt some friendships over it all as well. i have never seen it like this, and hope to never again. i have been in this wonderful lifestyle most of my life, and i look forward to living it for the rest of it... be it that i am not discouraged even further from what i am wanting and seeking out of my life and needing. But there are those few lil people that make it hard to just 'be' in most cases, even if you want to try to be in the private party world. If someone isn't gossiping about what you may have done at a party (without your permission to do so, talking to whom ever), they are trying to cut you down in any form they can because just maybe.... your life might be a lil better than yours, or they just don't meld with you and that bothers them and they have to deal with this is a very negative way. This is what hurts everyone around all of us, even the innocent. This drives people away, into their private homes, away from many pervy people that they used to talk to or even maybe even play with or in the same scene. Ever wonder where everyone went............
i was hoping to come home nice and relaxed. Home to having all the bickering and fighting finally over, and maybe even some hurt people mended. And other areas cleared up, and understandings put out so people are not asking the wrong questions or getting the wrong answer if any at all. i look forward to attending the next party, just to say hello to those wonderful people out there. Missing so many of you. Though i am now seeing that some will not be there, and that is saddening. i guess we will have to find a way to chat again.
i pray for everyone to mend in their own way... but to at least mend. If that means going on a trip, finding a place to meditate to find your answers that you seek, or just finding yourself.... then maybe just maybe their might be some sense of healing and stability going on in our fair lil city of kink.
i have been bitten by about a hundred mosquitoes. i even got a lil burned on my face, but that has added to the tan with the rest of my body. Dealt with some sad things that were not wanted or expected...... but we dealt with them, and the memorial afterwards. And my Oldest Niece to whom i was there for the most, doing her generations best quality of nil respect for people who have done so much for her and not really thanking or being there when she should be. Disappointing trust me, and it was not what i thought would happen. But i saw more drunken teenagers under supervision, and not a arrest in sight. This being help with decorum, even though they don't act like they should. Rather wild, and made me think back to that age and go HMMMMMMM. Then it made me wonder who the adults were when reading certain things on line.
But it also made me think what i wanted out of my perfectly perviness. Do i want to have anything to do with the parties and public life at all anymore, as it seems to just cause other people problems a plenty. Could i be happy just "being" in a lil private life at home where ever with whom ever, and occasionally attending the private party at a friends home. Knowing of course that what ever happened there, would stay there and i wouldn't have to worry about my play or actions being talked about to whom ever where ever in what ever manner.... even if it is not true, stretched, or even changed to make the talker look good.
Could i be happy living back in the country????? Where your neighbor can't even hear you if you screamed for help through a mega phone, and you could have a hundred people over for a party and not worry about pissing that neighbor off. After hearing that siren over my horny cricked...... it got me thinking truly hard.
But i think that i should worry more about my pa. Who is really ill, and couldn't make it up for my Nieces special days.... grad and bday stuff. Me being a surrogate mom to her now, i moved the mountains to get there. Dad getting grounded by the docs, and still not in good shape and can't even get to his own quiet private home in the mountain in the middle of no where.... i envy that life some days. Crossing my fingers that he gets out of this lil bump okay, and mends fast. He is pretty much all i have left for immediate family, off set of aunts, uncles and cousins.
There are more important things in life to think about than what so-and-so is doing tonight with whom, or where they went and did what. Yes we all like to talk, and have a good gaggle some times. But life is short, live it.... not in other peoples lives.... or sad ones for that matter. Maybe try to cheer them up and make them feel better, and that might make them help others feel better instead of trying to hurt. Who cares if someone can't go somewhere, there are other places to go. We don't need to make some big political statement about it, especially when you may not know the whole story behind all of it.
Today is a modern age. But i think we need to look back at what and where things used to be, and we all held our decorum. If we didn't have our horny crickets, did we have sirens? Or did we make music instead of war and muck. If something went wrong, it was dealt with, and in a timely fashion without question. That was the way it was, and there was no other way. But now it seems everyone is making up their own rules on how things should be in their world, and everyone has to follow it. It doesn't work that way, as we all can't live in everyone's worldly rules. There was a great comment put up by a Dom/Lord about the "Old Guard" system and how it should be still and was then. i think maybe we should all go have a lil boo at this, and maybe even try to go by some of this again, It just might make merriment in this city of ours again. If we need rules to handle people, then there should be one set for all. And any club or event can do what ever they want.... it is theirs - not ours to police and make rules to. It would be like me trying to rule those skeeters out there, or even the elk to come to the yard every day with her foal. That isn't going to happen, not unless i can speak elk.

i am going to go out and get back to my ripening blueberries. Yipeeeee! Water the much thirsty gardens, and gather the rest of the seeds that need to be taken out of possible seeding. This is all part of meditation for me, as many other things are. Including my trip, and my three days of NUMMMY.

Here is to everyone finding their zen. And maybe some even finding those friendships that might have been lost over the last few months, and if not.... forgiveness at least for sour words that might have been said.
Til we meet again.

"When love goes wrong,
nothing goes right."
Marilyn Monroe

OMG! i found the BOOP in my own back yard.

OMG!!!!Boop Heaven i found. And that isn't good for a Boop addict as me.i went to a shopping mall (will not say which one, as i do not have their permission to post it here.,.... and i think i might die if i think about it toooo much) to get my mind of my poor pa who is not well with pneumonia right now. This was just a few days ago, and had a few things to pick up. And instead of just runnin to my regular marketplace or natural store, though the mall would get my mind off a few things.
Well it did.As i walked around looking for a store that used to be there a few years ago hoping i might find it again...... my eyes popped out of my head. Drool started to drip down my lil face, and i think there was a slight shiver over me. To my eyes, and hearts delight there was the Boop, and even some Monroe. All sorts of things, from lugage to licence plates, even shot glasses and keychains. i had to check my pulse just to make sure that i was still there, and i wasn't dreaming all this.Now this is not a good thing for a lil girl like me. Being a bit of a betty whoor, yes i will admit that.
<<< standing tall while saying that as well.

So i thought what harm would it be for me to just walk in and have a lil looky loo. HA! OMG. i was in heaven, or i could have died and gone there and not minded one lil bit. The Boop was everywhere, in every corner i could see, on every wall, in every case, even in sticker form. Yup, this is my new home. Sad, yes, but true. Not good for me to have found this lil oasis, no, but a girl has to have a fetish of some kind besides the shoes in her closet.hehehehehe. Though i do have many pervy fetishes, many can contest to that. but the Boop Rocks!!!!!There was almost a moment i think, that if i were in a greater mood.... i probably could have cumm. Shhhhh.

More to come on this lil story some day.Just need the straight jacket to keep me out of there for a while now.

Tri-City Brunch - Sunday, May 25th, 08

Greetings Fellow Kingsters & Munchers/Brunchies,

Here i am doing that silly lil thing i do usually only a few times a year. But this time i am actually doing this on a monthly basis now, as W/we have a monthly Tri-City Munch now to attend. Yipeeeee!Get out those posties!!! Put them on your mirrors,foreheads of subbies, and staple them to some bumms. If some are up forit.... tattoo it to a body part, i know i will.

As this is an event that will happen on a monthly basis, i hope i will only have to do this for a lil while. But Y/you know me, i will probably keep this up just because.... keep you all in the know. And make sure that everyone knows that it is being held on the Last Sunday of each month. So please pass on the word for those who may not know.Yes, the regular 5th Wednesday of the month is still ago. There will always be the Wednesday nite Tri-City Munch nite as per usual, and at the same venue as the Brunch. And the same times as the other regular Munches - 6:30 - 9:30pm or so.

There is a huge spread of food for pretty munch everyone's tastes out there. From Dim Sum to Poached Eggs and Waffles with Whipped Cream, and i do believe there is even some meat for the side and baccona nd sasauge. There is several salads, and fresh veggies for the munchies. And if you are looking for desserts, from 5 or so different kinds of cheese cakes to peacan pie and cocoa mouse. In other words, more dessert than one can handle. Pluss fruit as as well, to balance this all out. Pure Nummmyness.

i will have pics soon for E/everyone to see. But there are a few people out there from the last brunch that can attest to the wonderful food there is to offer. It is worth the cost. And you can order from the menue after 12:30 pm. if the buffet is not for you.

Here is the information for the Brunch/Munch:

Tri-City Sunday Brunch !

Sunday, May 25th, 2008

11:30am - 1:30pm (or so)

John B Pub1000 Austin Ave. (@ Blue Mountain)Coquitlam, BC.

***Again pls try to inform/email me so i can reserve tables for Us all.

Please email me here, or @tri-city_munch@live.com

Hope to see Y/you there.

Have a great week and weekend Kinsters.

BB

lil d

Is Summer Almost Here Yet?

One would almost think that summer was finally here by the sun we had last week. But then this week brings the rain, and a lil bit of the grey sky around. Now not that i don't mind a bit of rain now and then, as it does cool me off and water the plants ( and that is less work for me in the garden ). But when everyone is looking forward to the summer sun right now, it is kind of a disappointment to many.

Now me being one who used to be quite the sun worshipper and have the tan that made me look like i fit in with the country of Africa...... i enjoy the cooler days a lil more now, and that is due more to outside influences more than anything and not my own doing. W/we all need a lil vitamin D though, more natural then what you get out of a bottle off the vitamin shop shelf. It does do the body good in many ways, as long as you don't over do it and take care of your skin while you are at it.

So here is to the summer ariving finally!!! Neked sun bathing!!! And camping days ahead of U/us all, to which i know i am going to getting into this year and very much looking forward to. Yipeeeee.
Smores!!!!!!

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother’s Day
to All You
Great Mothers,
Grandmothers
& Aunts too
Love from lil d



If the shoe fits.....
MOTHERS and MOMS

If you send this to just one person, it should make
it all the way around the world by Mother's Day.
This is for the mothers who have sat up
all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer
wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,
'It's okay honey, Mommy's here.'
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end
soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at
work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains
on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and
make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to
babies they'll never see. And the mothers
who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art
collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns
on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead
of watching from the warmth of their cars.
And that when their kids asked, 'Did you see me, Mom?'
they could say, 'Of course, I wouldn't
have missed it for the world,' and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids
in the grocery store and swat them in despair when
they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner.
And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with
their children and explained all about making
babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go
hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read 'Goodnight,
Moon' twice a night for a year. And then
read it again, 'Just one more time.'
This is for all the mothers who taught
their children to tie their shoelaces before
they started school. And for all the mothers
who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons
to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns
automatically when a little voice calls 'Mom?'
in a crowd, even though they know their
own offspring are at home -- or even away
at college -- or have their own families.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids
to school with stomach aches, assuring them
they'd be just FINE once they got there, only
to get calls from the school nurse an hour later
asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone
astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they
bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of
recent school shootings, and the mothers
of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors,
and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs
in horror, hugging their child
who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to be peaceful, and now pray
they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and
sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache she feels when she
watches her son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone
for the very first time?
The jolt that takes her from sleep to
dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put
her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again
at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear
their key in the door and know they
are safe again in her home?
Or the need to flee from wherever she is
and hug her child when she hears news
of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are
universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper
changes and sleep deprivation....
And for mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...
Hang in there. In the end we can
only do the best we can. Tell them
every day that we love them. And pray
and never stop being a mother....
Pass along to all the mothers in your life.
'Home is what catches you when
you fall - and we all fall.'
Please send this to a
wonderful mother you know.
(I just did!)