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i come on cs to chat and boy how i chat but what i really need is a lady to fill the void in my life to share my life is that to much to hope for my little girl says someone will come papa .... i hope and wait....and while im waiting i paint....

Keep Hope Alive...M.L.K.
Just when I believed that being single was O.K. and had given up hope that a man of Integrity,sincerity.honesty and loyalty existed...I was smiled upon...Feb.14th...a day to always remember...a day never to forget....True love reigns

Its rant time BABY!

On TV at the moment is the movie "Day After Tomorrow" its one of those 'mother nature goes on PMS and kills all humans except the super model scientists'. The rest of the world be damned because the pretty humans must live while all the normal people are doomed to die in floods, tornadoes, ice chunks falling from the sky. I guess weather men don't exist in these movies because even a mental idiot can say "hey theres a giant pink blob on the weather map, I wonder if it means ice!".

And the movies are over dramatized too, its like "OH NO I KILLED A CHIPMUNK THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!" and the guy cries and cries until he gets hit with an ice chunk falling from blue skies.

Back onto super models always living, look at the show "Lost". It had great potential but in the end went to crap because it was slow. 'OH NO I KILLED A COCONUT" cries one of the women who can still do bikini waxes even tho shes on a deserted island. And the guys are all beefed up with abs of steal that can stop shark bites, but too busy whining about people not like them on this island. You know, screw the other people on the island, cause one of you will end up dead sooner than later, so stop the infernal whining for an hour and just get to the giant invisible monster thats plowing down trees.

Now if you don't mind, I cooked some fish that I found in an ice chunk in my yard, and I'm really hungry.

A day in which things are difficult to get in gear. The melting of snow and spring has sprung, what more could be asked for. A day in which the difficulty of putting one foot in front of the other begin's and the task of making it through another week is a head of me. Winter make's people blue, just as Monday's do. I contemplate relocating one more time, farther west where the winter's are not as brutal, and the mountain's are near. I miss the fresh air and the beauty of the west, and the comfort, versus the insanity of Toronto and the cold of Manitoba.

I think about the possibilities, the present and the future. Life should come with some directions, I think some days. Being here only once, is a strong motivator to hold close what is valued and appreciated. Mistakes should come with a delete button.

With so many events, wars, threats, illnesses, so much going on in the world, I thought that my prayers can make a difference, but if we all pray it can make an even bigger difference.

Please, let us pray, whatever your religion denomination, believes... Pray for your family, for your friends, for your neighbors... For the troops, for your loved ones, and for those you don't know. The power of prayer is immense and it can make a change.

The same way we comment and participate in the "person above" threads, same way we comment and take the time to read the beautiful poems posted by Miguel and the funny stories by Abra...

Let us join our souls in prayer... for our benefit.

As I Lay Before You


As I lay before you naked
and see the passion in your eyes,
I want so much to please you
and feel your hot breath on my thighs.


I long to bring you pleasure,
feelings that you've not yet known -
as you thrust so deep inside me
in that place for you alone.


To know your bodies secrets,
it's recesses to explore,
as I expose my own to you -
not bashful anymore.


So tell me your desires,
that when we're next entwined,
I'll know the ways to send you
on a journey most divine.

Always I will haunt you
For we were fated from Gods soul.
You will
see my eyes
in heavenly skies,
when I beckon you, you'll know.
Hear me laughing
in the crashing
surf,
see my phantom
dance upon
the shore...

Feel me haunt you, feel me haunt you, no one else could want you more.
Savor the sweetness of my kiss-
in spring breezes: bliss
just when you thought that this was it
and you'd always be alone:
imagine my lips...
my finger tips...

Feel me haunt you, feel me haunt you, you will call my heart your home.
When you reach out longing
for a kindred spirit that will share,
when you cry and it seems as though there's no other soul that cares,
close your eyes and fantasize
about my Candykisses
that will turn your frown into a grin,
feel my arms surround
to comfort…
the little boy with-in.
My angel,
I will
love away your pain.

Feel me haunt you, see me haunt you,
feel us holding one another once again.
When faces fade
and life is fleeting,
when games are played
and it seems all are cheating,
you'll find that no one else can rise
above.

Feel me haunt you, feel me haunt you,
I am the keeper of your love.
When others forsake you
and the rituals of life grow old
when other women leave you
wanting more
for compared to me they seem so cold,
come and warm
yourself beside my fire,
our passion knows no shame,

Feel me haunt you, I'll fulfill your hearts desire
Feel me haunt you as you're crying out my name, Feel me haunt you, feel me haunt you...
We 've only destiny to blame.

I just had the best birthday, the best weekend, the best time of my life.

Left Friday morning heading toward Mobile. Robert left Houston around 8, and I was way later leaving than I planned, thought I was gonna be late. I drove my poor little truck harder than it's ever been driven, made it right on time, we both got there at 3. All I wanted to do was hug him as hard as I could, and I did. After we checked in and____(fill in the blank), we went out to eat, had a great dinner and a glass of wine. Robert gave me a birthstone necklace, first jewelry I've gotten from a man besides a wedding ring, and it means a lot more to me than those did. Of course they had to sing to me at the restaurant, and got yummy chocolate cake which I'm having for breakfast this morning. The we went back to the room and _____ a little more and crashed early, since poor Robert had worked all night and drove all day and hadn't slept.

Next morning we woke up early, had breakfast, then went out to see the battleship Alabama in Mobile and traumatized a poor child for life. We were in one of the little rooms doing what old people shouldn't do, this little boy stuck his head in the door and backed out real quick. He just missed the real show, we were being real bad. After we came out, his Momma stuck her head in the door to make sure we were gone from there on.

We drove to the beach on Dauphin Island, kicked off our shoes and walked in the sand, sat on a driftwood log and watched the sun sink over the water. Most beautiful afternoon of my life, a fantasy come true.

We headed back toward town, called Reva and she told us a good local place to get seafood. It was great, we shared a seafood platter, everything was wonderful, especially the oysters (like I needed that!) Then called Reva to meet her for a few drinks at Bumpers, which turned out to be right next to our motel. I drank beer while Reva and Robert shot pool, she beat him, but not too bad. Also had a jello shooter for the first time in my life, mmmmmm, where have I been to have missed that? Then we went back to the room with a bottle of Captain Morgan, that's where things get a little fuzzy for me, but I hear I had a good time.

Woke up Sunday morning with not too much of a hangover, considering that's the first time I've gotten that tipsy in a while, and mixing all those different alcohols was not the best idea, but really didn't feel bad at all, and the headache cure that was discussed on the forums a while back worked. We had two pots of double strong coffee. Reva came by and drank a cup with us (not telling why she was at the motel) and we just did make it out of the room by 1:00 check out time. We ate breakfast at Denny's, Robert fed me better on this trip than I've ever had before, in more ways than one. We went to Best Buy to check out the computers, I need a new one and know nothing about em, decided I'm gonna get me a laptop, I just love the one Robert has. Finally left town about 2, well really 3 cause I hadn't changed my clock in the truck. I drove a lot slower going home, got back a little after 8, already missing my sweetie. But I've got the greatest memories of my life, and lots of pictures to prove it.

To everyone reading this, there is hope, there is love out there. I had to go through hell to get here, but it was all worth it. I have found the greatest man on earth, he loves me as much as I love him, which is totally fully with all my heart and soul. I could never have dreamed or imagined a love so wonderful, it truly fills me up and overflows to the rest of the world. I wasn't even looking for this or wanting it, but I am THE happy girl.

This one is the story of a week travelling through France and onto Greece.

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A pikey’s life for me!

Pre-Day One

I suppose after I had made the decision to leave Abby it was just a matter of time. It is quite ironic really, that I left her on April Fool’s Day … do you think she would take it as a joke?
Nah! Neither do I.

There were some tense moments while I was sitting at Plymouth ferry port waiting to get on the ship, but I was absolutely exhausted by the time I actually found my berth. I nearly ended up in a 16 year old girl’s cabin by mistake … mine was 142, I got given the key for 124. I unloaded my stuff and was actually going to get in the shower when I decided to take a look around the ship
By the time I had got back to 124, she was trying to get into the cabin. I checked my paperwork and I was hurriedly whisked away by the Ship’s Purser to my cabin.

Day One
I slept like a log. I was awake by 615 and had showered, changed, and breakfasted by 715. I spent some time putting a lot of music on to the iPod I had purchased the day before, and as the ferry was docking, I had packed it all up and had about 8 hours of music on the little beastie.

Whilst I was on the road south, the thing that hit me the most was the lack of cars on the road. I don’t know whether it was because it was a Sunday, or because I was in the middle of nowhere, but it was great. The car I have got has cruise control, so, I stuck it at 56mph and headed toward Morlaix.

Driving was a complete pleasure, nice roads, no numpties cutting me up, in fact there was an awful lot of tolerance.

About 1230, my stomach told me I was hungry, and the fuel gauge told me I was going to be pushing soon. So I pulled off at Broons, and found a car park, that the caravan and I could comfortably park in. Just across the road was a butcher’s shop, so I wandered over there and they had, in little plastic serving boxes, smoked pork and dauphinoise potatoes. They also had some coffee grounds, milk and sugar. So, life is looking good.

I filled both me and the car up and off we went again. The weather was alternating between torrential rain and blinding sunshine.

I decided to go for better weather than touring across France, so at Rennes, I headed due south towards Nantes. The plan being, to find campsites along the way to hook up the caravan with electricity and water. If I find somewhere nice to stay, then I might just anchor for a little while. The book I have got is all about top rated caravan sites in France, and the one I am in now is top quality.

Today was my first day of Day Watch, I have worked the last seven years on Night Watch. I told them I would rather work straight through from the beginning of Night Watch to the end of Day Watch then have it off. So I worked from 10 pm last night to after 2 pm today. If I would have taken it off, it would have split my 2 days off into one day here and one day there. I am the type if I am going to have time off, I like to have more then one day.

One day is usually to recoup your energy and to get things done that you could not while working. The next day is a day to enjoy and pamper yourself, yes a selfish one day dedicated to the person we should love the most, ourselves. Seldom do we, we are generally too busy doing for others.

I spent a lifetime of doing for others and care for others, forgetting there was a me. When you do for others, you push the emotions, the restlessness, the aches and pains to the side. Actually you don't really feel them, because there is never any down time to feel them. Then one day you feel it all and wonder how you made it so long, but you keep pushing yourself until the ones you cared for are there no longer. That is the day, you look back and say I did what I had to do now it is time for me. Yes, that is the day that you really start to feel all the abuse you put on your body through.

I changed my Watch to give my body time and the rest needed to heal. I want to know what it feels like to be on a regular day time schedule. I want to readjust my internal time clock to prepare for the future. I think the change of schedule will easy the stress of everyday life in general and give me a home life again.