This is almost exactly what I was like as a kid...Kind of scary...
Young Libra
Libra is an Air sign represented by the balancing scales, which are also used to signify justice. This sign is related to the planet Venus, and takes special delight in all things beautiful, including music, design, architecture, and fair relationships. Children born under this sign will favor harmony and order. The bodily organs associated with Libra are the kidneys. Kidneys purify our blood, which is akin to how Libra takes pleasure in pure things. What is necessary in life can also be made beautiful, according to Libra. Librans gravitate to symmetrical beauty (again, note the kidneys). Do not be surprised if Libra children are neat and orderly! Early in life they will heed your words about keeping their room tidy, but do not expect this kind of obedience in every facet of their upbringing! They may find their own ideas much more interesting than yours, so you will also find yourself having stimulating conversations with children of this sign.
In fact, Libra is the sign associated with the law. Not necessarily lawyers one sees on TV, but the law itself: a pure set of ideas created for the purpose of maintaining harmony for humanity. Libra is a noble and high-minded sign. Nothing will upset Libra children more than unfairness. Whether this is encountered on the playground with peers or at home with siblings, you will know their bitter reaction to being treated unfairly, or even witnessing a lack of fairness. It may be necessary to explain at an early age the hard truth that life is full of injustices. Libra prefers black and white. Hopefully you can be the one to gently help your young Libra understand that sometimes the truth lies in the gray area of emotion, and begin to help them cope with that by establishing what fair relationships are about.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
So I had to comment on new Moon hottie doggies blog site. I of course had to change the name as to keep my anonymity under wraps, LOL! So a QuirkyBus on google has been created :)
Let's give a warm therapeutic welcome to QuirkyBus shall we:
Director:Everyone say hello to QuirkyBus!
group: Hello Quirky Bus! Your warm and safe here!
QuirkyBus: Oh they like me they really like me...
group: So Quirky Bus what comment did you put?
QuirkyBus: You sure you will still think I'm smart?
group: Of course!
Director: Remember Quirky this is a warm, safe place.
QuirkyBus: I posted:
I agree the rest of the country does have a long way to go. There can be talk of going 'green' but in the Southeast it is not set up as practical. The retail is not conducive to the 'green' set up. It would take a complete revision on the way things are outlined.
I will make the point though that having going 'green' in a round about way, contributes to a group forming a cohesive communal society. This idea is embraced freely in the European cultures but the south or should I be so bold in saying the American culture has not embraced this view so easily. Until we change this view I do not believe we will ever be able to be completely 'green'.
Also in a side note...I feel that the houses that are 'environmentally friendly' are so unique because it is still such a foreign and unique concept to many. It's a stretch but hmmm...food for though.
Here is an interesting site:
http://www.coopamerica.org/about/NewNameSameMission.cfm
Group: That's good Quirky. I think that sounded so distinguished.
Later that evening as everyone breaks and the are at their place of residing, the director is overheard at a dinner table of colleagues and friends:
Director: What the F%^* I had this ^&* person in my group today. You should have heard the ignorant %^&* they posted on someones blog site.
I don't know, but I wonder if therapist ever do that. Would be interesting to know. Any therapists out there care to reveal, LOL!
Let's give a warm therapeutic welcome to QuirkyBus shall we:
Director:Everyone say hello to QuirkyBus!
group: Hello Quirky Bus! Your warm and safe here!
QuirkyBus: Oh they like me they really like me...
group: So Quirky Bus what comment did you put?
QuirkyBus: You sure you will still think I'm smart?
group: Of course!
Director: Remember Quirky this is a warm, safe place.
QuirkyBus: I posted:
I agree the rest of the country does have a long way to go. There can be talk of going 'green' but in the Southeast it is not set up as practical. The retail is not conducive to the 'green' set up. It would take a complete revision on the way things are outlined.
I will make the point though that having going 'green' in a round about way, contributes to a group forming a cohesive communal society. This idea is embraced freely in the European cultures but the south or should I be so bold in saying the American culture has not embraced this view so easily. Until we change this view I do not believe we will ever be able to be completely 'green'.
Also in a side note...I feel that the houses that are 'environmentally friendly' are so unique because it is still such a foreign and unique concept to many. It's a stretch but hmmm...food for though.
Here is an interesting site:
http://www.coopamerica.org/about/NewNameSameMission.cfm
Group: That's good Quirky. I think that sounded so distinguished.
Later that evening as everyone breaks and the are at their place of residing, the director is overheard at a dinner table of colleagues and friends:
Director: What the F%^* I had this ^&* person in my group today. You should have heard the ignorant %^&* they posted on someones blog site.
I don't know, but I wonder if therapist ever do that. Would be interesting to know. Any therapists out there care to reveal, LOL!
Oh my
So I just went and saw Xmen-Wolverine.
I mean can this guy not get any hotter?
He is SMOKIN'! To quote Paula Coles song lyrics to 'Feelin Love':
"You make me feel like a candy apple
Red and horny
You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
In a centerfold,
the girl next door..."
It was pretty good. I heard reviews it wasn't that great and I believe 'shazzy' said it wasn't that great, but...it rocked! I loved it. It had action! I mean where else can you stare at Hugh Jackman all throughout the movie?
I did enjoy the twist with the girl at the end. It eluded a bit to it on the bridge when she moved the truckers but very cool. Very neat.
So a co-worker (known as 'moondoggy' from here on out)...
It was pretty good. I heard reviews it wasn't that great and I believe 'shazzy' said it wasn't that great, but...it rocked! I loved it. It had action! I mean where else can you stare at Hugh Jackman all throughout the movie?
I did enjoy the twist with the girl at the end. It eluded a bit to it on the bridge when she moved the truckers but very cool. Very neat.
So a co-worker (known as 'moondoggy' from here on out)...
rabbit trail: yes moondoggy is an attractive man if you must know. He's got this sexy, mysterious, free spirit about him. And he has got the biggest turn on a girl could ask for...he is smart.
Okay the three turn ons for me:
1)smart
2)self assured
3)a large nose
Now I know the large nose. I can't help it. Maybe that's shallow. Everybody has got some physical feature that they like. Me...I like a large nose. I don't want a man with a small nose. I don't want any daintiness. Step up you Italian studs, you jewish men, you Moon doggies of the world. I don't want any cuteness! . Cause I love your nose! Something about the way it aligns on a man's face is hot. It makes them look so sexy, so unique, so set apart from what is traditionally hot. I like the rugged imperfections. I like all those flaws the world says no to that make me feel weak in the knees and bite my lip.
But even if you have the hottie nose and are not smart...I just can't help you there. Nothing is more of a turn off than a man who is not smart. I love to just listen. Sit and listen to whatever topic you can ramble about. Whether it be 'how a nuclear atom splits', 'why we watch the stock market', 'gardening' or 'philosophical trues' just talk. Talk Baby Talk!
Nothing can make you want to just lick your lips and thank God that your a woman than the sound of a man who can make the English language purr off of his lips. A man that holds to the grammatical rules...ouch pinch me let me know that you are alive.
Okay even longer side trail...dream man...what would he posses. What would the man I fall head over heels for possess? I mean I talk a lot of smack, and at one point in my life sure I was risque' but now...I want that one man that I want to be best friends, lovers, partners, team mates with. That one man who can handle my risque' side, the demure side, the creative side, the wild child, the romantic, the spontaneous, the structured, the nympho, the lovable, the cautious, the free, the childless, the mother, the bitch, the saint, the whore, the Spiritual, the outgoing, the introverted, the active, the quiescent, the shy, the bold, the caring, the apathetic, the outdoorsy, the homemaker, the all the contradictions I am.
Okay so what would I put...he'd obviously 1, 2, & 3 from previous list, LOL! He would be patient. Sincere. Caring. Loving. Calm. Trustworthy. Honest. Independent. Grounded.
He would have to...love life. love family. love to play.
He would have to have a sense of humor. like other people.
Basically I want a man who can love life as much as I do. But...I want my opposite. I want the guy who can balance me and I him. To draw on each others strengths. He is going to have to have the patience of a saint and a heart of gold to deal with me. I know this. I am quite a handful. Not a dramatic handful, but boring I am not. Life with me changes. It's continuous. One thing is consistent though. If I love you. I'll always love you. No matter what.
Oh and another tangent...I don't fall easy. I am interested easily. I think because I love to learn. I love to grow in knowledge. I know tidbits of this and of that, but I love to listen and learn.
One more random thought before I get back to the point... Construction workers and Mechanics. They can do the 2 most fascinating things. At my old job I would exit the office on my break and go hang out in the mechanics bay under the truck and he would show me things. At first he thought I was hitting on him but it truly is fascinating to me. So he'd show me all kinds of things. Secret wish...I want a Carmagia body and rebuild the engine and soup up. I need a guy who knows about mechanics and PATIENT to show me...Any takers?
Construction...wow. To be able to produce something whether aesthetic are functional with your own 2 hands how AWESOME and INSPIRING.
But fall easy I do not. It takes a long time to win my heart. Heck my first husband and only husband before he succombed to drugs and fell out of life took years to win my heart. I turned him down numerous times. We hung out and were close but he never had my heart. But when he had it, he had it. A lot of men seem to mistake my interest for winning me. No...I am afraid these are two totally different packages my friend. I may want to spend time with you and know all about you but this does not mean I have opened the door for all there is to know of me. Is that bad??? No, I think just careful. Well...I'll give you all the openess I am...but not all I am. Does that make sense?
Okay...okay...enough of random interventions...the co-worker:
asked what I was doing...the whole ' thou shall not tell a lie' popped in my head so I said 'blogging'. They then wanted to read my blog...I had to explain the whole anonymity deal kind of makes this thing work.
So..sorry I would tell ya...but then I would have to kill you... and keep my little exploitations and sexploitations to my self. What kind of blogging would that be?
So..sorry I would tell ya...but then I would have to kill you... and keep my little exploitations and sexploitations to my self. What kind of blogging would that be?
So...question...How many of you blog because you have anonymity and how many blog with an opinion or a topic on things without anonymity...or do you blog about your personal life with your identity in the open?
Personally I am such an open person in my everyday life that I find the guise of ambiguity rather fascinating and appealing.
But they did make me wonder; after they gave me their blog site, of hmmm....what opinion would I like to express. What topic would fascinate me to talk about? I think that is something I shall ponder. I believe I may change my blog around a little bit after that brainstorm. What shall I blog...oh let me see..oh let me see... what do I know quite a bit about that I could blog on...I know of sex, temptation, seduction, sax playing, saltwater aquariums, sharks, spirituality, herbs - not that herb, books, mummies, historical torture, a bunch of useless information I have learned over the years of this and that, or a few friends have mentioned to...I could simply write of my life and what I have lived in and through. Hmmm...food for thought.
What topics would fascinate readers to read? What topics would you be interested in to read?
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The wedgie
What's the first thing you do when you get a wedgie? Find any means necessary to get rid of it right?
The office is a buzzed with a meeting going on in the side conference room. Things are normal. The normal hum of the air conditioner. The normal coughs and sniffs from various people in the office and meeting. The normal sound of someone giving a lecture. All just normal.
But nothing was normal about the wedgie edging carefully between my cheeks. Oh what to do to remove it! Wiggle to the left, no such luck. To the right, ow that hurt a little. Shimmy, nope didn't help. So I reach around and grab the pantyline through my dress but I just can't get a hold of it. So now what?
Well like any self respecting person who has a 'double' wedgie I looked to the left...looked to the right...no one there...
hiked that dress right up and put my finger, one on each side, of the panty line and shimmied while I pulled the wedgie out...what's that...
"Ah, (insert name here) do you know where (insert co-worker name here) is?"
While I turn with and there he is... the owner and the boss... and there I am...with my dress hiked up in the back, my fingers under my pantyline and pulling my wedgie out...
Moral of the story:You should double look or just go to the rest room to remove your wedgies!
The office is a buzzed with a meeting going on in the side conference room. Things are normal. The normal hum of the air conditioner. The normal coughs and sniffs from various people in the office and meeting. The normal sound of someone giving a lecture. All just normal.
But nothing was normal about the wedgie edging carefully between my cheeks. Oh what to do to remove it! Wiggle to the left, no such luck. To the right, ow that hurt a little. Shimmy, nope didn't help. So I reach around and grab the pantyline through my dress but I just can't get a hold of it. So now what?
Well like any self respecting person who has a 'double' wedgie I looked to the left...looked to the right...no one there...
hiked that dress right up and put my finger, one on each side, of the panty line and shimmied while I pulled the wedgie out...what's that...
"Ah, (insert name here) do you know where (insert co-worker name here) is?"
While I turn with and there he is... the owner and the boss... and there I am...with my dress hiked up in the back, my fingers under my pantyline and pulling my wedgie out...
Moral of the story:You should double look or just go to the rest room to remove your wedgies!
True story...
Sitting in the chair
cold
hot
heart racing
going through the song selection for the play...
he calls out
'louder'
'can you sing louder'
tears trickle down my face
Not mean
helpful
scared
I'm scared
I have confidence
strong
solid
singing shakes it
'sing like your really hungry'
'like you want to eat a meal'
""ooooh yeaaaahhh""
sounds louder
"Now sing it"
'Okay sing it'
sounds better
feel better
tears dry up
Sit there
proud
scared
vulnerble
showing all sides
hide
smile
cover
oh yes i belong
I'm human.
Sitting in the chair
cold
hot
heart racing
going through the song selection for the play...
he calls out
'louder'
'can you sing louder'
tears trickle down my face
Not mean
helpful
scared
I'm scared
I have confidence
strong
solid
singing shakes it
'sing like your really hungry'
'like you want to eat a meal'
""ooooh yeaaaahhh""
sounds louder
"Now sing it"
'Okay sing it'
sounds better
feel better
tears dry up
Sit there
proud
scared
vulnerble
showing all sides
hide
smile
cover
oh yes i belong
I'm human.
Focus...
A friend we'll call her 'Shazzy' had wrote in her blog of 'focus therapy' how she finally put a name to the feelings of why her ex made her so upset all the time. I believe I have just had an experience similar.
While watching 'Ghost Town' Tea Leoni says of her dead husband that he was unfaithful. The dead husband makes a comment that he never knew she knew and Tea Leoni goes on and says something to the effect of 'why wasn't I enough' ... (pause to get breath and hold back tears)...
That hit me. That really hit me. It was like scales being torn from my eyes and I could see it. The whole deal with my 'husband removed' and his drug problem, going in and out of rehab, getting better only to relapse, his going out in the middle of the night searching for drugs, even digging through dumpsters, made me feel...'why am i not enough?"
I cried and cried when I got the revelation watching the movie. That was exactly what all the blows to my self-esteem were, the anger burst...not knowing where they came from, the frustration, the hurt, the sadness, the bitterness...it was all...'why wasn't i enough?'
Why wasn't I enough to love, why wasn't I enough to fulfill your craving, why wasn't I enough'.
So now this revelation ponders in my soul...when i realize...
when i really realize...
when I really realize I am enough...
I will be.
While watching 'Ghost Town' Tea Leoni says of her dead husband that he was unfaithful. The dead husband makes a comment that he never knew she knew and Tea Leoni goes on and says something to the effect of 'why wasn't I enough' ... (pause to get breath and hold back tears)...
That hit me. That really hit me. It was like scales being torn from my eyes and I could see it. The whole deal with my 'husband removed' and his drug problem, going in and out of rehab, getting better only to relapse, his going out in the middle of the night searching for drugs, even digging through dumpsters, made me feel...'why am i not enough?"
I cried and cried when I got the revelation watching the movie. That was exactly what all the blows to my self-esteem were, the anger burst...not knowing where they came from, the frustration, the hurt, the sadness, the bitterness...it was all...'why wasn't i enough?'
Why wasn't I enough to love, why wasn't I enough to fulfill your craving, why wasn't I enough'.
So now this revelation ponders in my soul...when i realize...
when i really realize...
when I really realize I am enough...
I will be.
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