Winter boogers!
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Posted:Nov 26, 2005 7:18 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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You people who don't live in the South laugh when we say we are freezing and it's 40 degrees outside. But here the cold is such a DAMP chill that even your bones are cold. And our houses aren't built for the cold....even our heating systems...mostly heat pumps...aren't made for the cold weather. So our houses feel drafty most of the time. We light fires, burn wood stoves, and try to keep our houses warm. Do you know what I hate the most about the winter and heating our houses? It is the boogers that develop in my nose. You know the kind. The kind that you can't blow out...and even if you do, they often escape the kleenix and fly right on your boobs, and you are stuck looking for them so you won't find them at an embarrassing time. They are stalagtites and stalamites residing right there in your nose and almost demanding to be picked out. So there! I'm mad that I already have these boogers in my head and now I have had my say. Come on! I can't be the only person on earth to get these winter boogers, can I? I know it isn't sexy, but tell me how you get rid of them.
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Please won't you be my neighbor?
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Posted:Nov 22, 2005 8:31 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Today I put up my annual Christmas village. I have collected the items for 20 years now, and each one has a story. My husband was in the military for 23 years and we moved overseas every 3 years or so. So we never "owned" a house until he retired. So there is one house in the village that my girls and I would fantasize about being ours. And since we moved so much, we added a moving van, moving men, and when we bought our first home, we added a For Sale sign with SOLD on it. When I became a nurse, my family bought a hospital for the village. When our first grandson was born, they bought a daycare center.
Today after I put up the village..........it takes almost an entire day to do it....and lit it up, I sat down on the stool and just looked at it. We have people shopping, people at the train station. Theres an ice skating rink, a roller rink, a barn dance going on, and of course the quaint houses. Theres even a McDonald's, Starbucks, and a Krispy Creme. There are firemen, playing, and even a cat stuck up in a tree.
So, today, while looking at the village and all the lights, and moving people, I thought how nice it would be to live in that village. Everyone looks busy, but happy. So, I am inviting all of you to come live in my "neighborhood". Won't you be my neighbor?
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Where Do I Go?
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Posted:Nov 9, 2005 1:21 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Nothing here but darkness
Only my fear as a friend
Have I spoken into being
What I fear will be my end?
I guess I'm just naive
To think love is enough
The path were on is ending
And I'm the one who knows.
Teasing as
Loving as adults
Pleasure in the night
Pain in the daylight
I can feel your gaze
I want to open my eyes
But the sadness there when I do
Makes me cling to sleep
Theres something I can't give you
And only you can find
The path you take must be traveled alone
And I am left behind.
I thought an Angel's love
Should really be enough
But now I know that some voids
Only demons can fill
So go, my love,
Take your journey
Not with my consent
But with my heart
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Did you every think you would be here?
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Posted:Nov 3, 2005 5:37 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Honestly. At my age, I never thought I'd be on an adult sex site. Seriously. I believed in love till the end. I believed in one man for one woman. I believed that this could be enough for me for a lifetime. So what has happened here? Where did I lose my dreams along the way? Why am I dancing this dangerous dance that could have numerous repercussions? When did I stop being a romantic and start being realistic?
The true fact is, one woman is probably not enough for a man. One man is probably not enough for one woman. I envy those of you who are younger and are experiencing these things for yourself now. Maybe someday when you are my age you will have the one man (or woman) who will totally cherish and love you for the rest of your life instead of just finding out that you are not enough for them. So, dance your midnight dances while you can my friends.
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You just might get what you're asking for.
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Posted:Aug 25, 2005 8:26 pm
Last Updated:May 28, 2006 8:22 am
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To all of you here on Adult Dating zone that are living in the land of lust and your genitals, here is a warning. We are not just physical people, but spiritual souls as well. Some of us think that adding sex partners or looking for the next thrill will feed the ache for spirituality and love. Some here think they can take what they want without permission, and in doing so adequately damage that spirit. I, however, am the luckiest of you all. I am one whose spirit has been wounded, but I have the one thing most of you do not. The love, total and complete love, of my man. A love so strong, that healing can begin immediately in his arms. My wish for you all is that once, just once, you can experience this kind of love. The kind that stands the test of time and the test of our human foolishness. And I also wish and beg you to be careful, as a wounded spirit is not so easily healed.
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Give it up girl.
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Posted:Aug 24, 2005 9:22 pm
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2006 2:06 pm
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They dance the dance of lovers, bodies glistening in sweat, tongues touching the most intimate places. Bodies together, then apart, then together again. And all the while on the journey to that place where time stops for a few moments, and your mind can only think of the pleasure your body feels. And in the aftermath of that place where time stops while the rest of your body explodes, there is the warm embrace, the tender kisses, the sleepy glow that stays most of the night.
But for her, she knows it isn't enough.....mind blowing sex... but still not enough. So even though the glow is there and the genitals are still pleasantly throbbing, she knows she will never be enough. The tears come, and then blessedly, sleep.
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