Men want to be appreciated. It's as simple as that. If a man washes you car and you appreciate that, then say, "Hey! Thanks for washing my car, I really appreciate that. You're awesome!". Then grab his butt, and say, "Hey! You have a really sweet butt!"
I promise he will be eating out of your hand in no time, and doing lots of stuff for you too.
Her mommy took her to Kansas. I do tell her goodnight regularly, but it doesn't always help the pain, sometimes it feels even worse. When I hear her sweet little helium balloon voice, and how well she speaks yet at two years old. I want to hug and kiss her. At her age she needs to feel how proud I am of her. It's not the same on the telephone.
When I have her, and it's time to saygoodbye, afterwards I always cry. Yeah, I feel it physically allright. When I'm really missing her and hurting, my heartbeat becomes labored. I breathe but the air does not refresh. There is no prosthetic for an amputated spirit.
I have a high pain threshold. Because of my profession I have perpetual bruises, I smash fingertips regularly. I have fractured the middle finger on each hand (and never missed a day in the field). I endure extreme heat environments. I have been stuck by a falling object that broke & lacerated my nose, broke three of my teeth, left a severe contusion on my left thigh & strained the LCL on the same leg, oh and I got staples in my scalp from that one. I walked away from that one on my own power, and never lost consciousness. At the hospital they were amazed that I refused anestheic (I hate feeling all doped up).
But there is something that really hurts me. It is being so far away from my daughter. I know you said physical pain, and I swear to you I can physically feel it. I can't count how many nights I have soaked my pillow with tears (crying now), and wailed loud enough for the neighbors to hear, all because I just want to kiss her goodnight, and I can't.
You are making my lips all lustful Langley. You know the ones where you are so electrically attracted to someone that your lips on hers could tell her so better than your stumbling words. It's like you said that eternal moment...just the kiss and no more...when ectasy's utmost we clutch at the core. Where arms open, eyes shut, lips meet, it's often almost like sharing the same breath; at times you can even feel your souls intertwine.
WOOOOOH!! Makes me all tingly just thinking about it.
It’s a little too late I’m a little too gone, A little too tired of this hangin’ on So I’m letting go while I’m still strong enough to It’s got a little too sad I’m a little too blue It’s a little too bad You were too good to be true I’m big time over you baby It’s a little too late
No I don’t want to want to talk about what we can do about us anymore Only time you and me wastin’ is the time it takes to walk right out that door Yeah talk about water under the bridge, You should know by now girl that’s all this is
(chorus) It’s a little too late, I’m a little too gone, A little too tired of just hangin’ on I’m letting go while I’m still strong enough to It’s got a little too sad, I’m a little too blue It’s a little too bad You were too good to be true I’m big time over you baby It’s a little too late
There was a time, this heart of mine, would take you back every time don’t you know It’s been two packs of cigaretts a sleepless night a nervous wreck, a day ago. Now you ain’t got no business coming around I’m closing up shop Shuttin’ us down
(chorus) It’s a little too late, I’m a little too gone, A little too tired of just hangin’ on I’m letting go while I’m still strong enough to It’s got a little too sad, I’m a little too blue It’s a little too bad You were too good to be true I’m big time over you baby It’s a little too late I’m big time over you baby, It’s a little too late
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RE: Cheap Cancer.
I haven't had a cigarrette since Febuary.You know Paw Paw...they do make medications that will curb compulsive behaviors like smoking....but often times the cigarrettes are cheaper.