just saying hi. You have your fan club going on here and I don't have much worthwhile to say these days, but I always keep up with what you're doing. Over in surviving now.
Are you stayin' cool in that hot stinkin' desert? Lord only knows why anyone in their right mind wants to live in a place that goes up over 110 degrees and floods when it rains more than 1/2 inch!
How much more do you have to do for school? I'm in my last seminar - 6 more class sessions!
Take care of yourself. Go out and get hot and sweaty dancing around to something funky!
Thanks for calling back! I tried getting in touch with you but figured it was getting too close to your sweet husband's arrival back home. Make sure he knows what a welcome relief it would be to visit CT for you after all this desert living!
Congratulations on your son's "Fairness" award. That must make you and him very proud.
Hey.. you went out to see a friend today. Excellent!
You tried to be there and support her. Admirable.
You felt sick, had a headache and all those bad memories. Hmmm.. What is your body telling you? How is the precious, incredible yet still fragile new you trying to communicate?
It's odd. In therapy my counselor spoke of how I have to choose safe people to talk to.. (examples of unsafe.. spouse) and what's appropriate.
Let me tell you a story.
One night when I was 17, a group of us were at a friend's house (no parent, of course). Folks were getting high, drinking. I was the token straight kid but the second hand smoke from the weed made everyone high.
This younger guy (age 16) and I were kissing on a couch. My kissing at the time consisted of a full metal jacket of braces, keeping my teeth firmly clenched to ward off wayward tongues but lots of lip and kitten body movements. Maybe it was the second hand smoke of pot... maybe it was time, but my mouth opened and in went his wet swooshing tongue.
He had braces too and didn't always brush that well. I remember it tasting 'green' and shrinking back a bit. Then.. oh my goodness.. I never knew a tongue in my mouth, mixing saliva could feel soooo good. After the first French kiss was over, I asked.. "Can we do that again?" We did, several times as I reveled in the sensations (without romantic feelings toward him).
My goodness, I was floating on air. It all felt so good! I was so excited I wanted to share my newfound knowledge with everyone. And I did! I told my girlfriends. They were excited for me. I went up to one of the guys who was a friend. "Want to see what I learned?" I'd ask with a smile. "Sure" was their typical reply. Shazaam.. I would be planting a long lingering French kiss on each of them, pouring myself into the sensations and loving it. I must have kissed each guy at the party.
Now.. learning how to do something I'd always been afraid of was a big deal. Enjoying it was a pleasant surprise. It was like have 17 Christmases and birthdays all at once.
Physically sharing it with every guy (often with the girlfriends beside them) well..... But it felt soooo good, I had to share it was my thought.
Perhaps taking time to enjoy the moment, relax and be still may have been a better answer, than going off to show the world what I learned.
I have to get back working on the financial affidavit.. UGH!
