Realizations (I Think)

 

Stuff I “THINK” I’ve come to realize::

1. The River Monster guy is very sexy
2. Size does matter
3. The Statute of Liberty, the symbol of freedom to the world, is actually brown in color….just like Jesus!
4. Crikey! I miss Steve Irwin!
5. Levis do something for a man’s ass other jeans just can’t touch
6. God made man and demands faith.  Man made religion and demands money.
7. Tauruses aren’t stubborn. We’re just always right and the rest of you refuse to accept it
8. A rainbow is God’s way of letting me know that whatever I’m worried about it will be ok
9. Oh jeez I’m a cougar!
10. Life just might be like hopsctotch:

Legacy!

This past Saturday, a friend and I spent some time in New York City.  It was a very good day!!  Among other things, we went to the Discovery Time Square Museum to see the exhibit of China’s Terracotta Warriors.  Quick background: The terracotta warriors were unearthed from the tomb of Emperor Qin Shi Huangdi, China's first emperor, who unified the country and established a seat of government.  Nearly 8,000 life size warriors, horses, and chariots were buried to protect the emperor in the afterlife.  There were also acrobats, servants, civil officials, and hundreds of other artifacts.  No two warriors are the same, and the detail in their hair and armor brings them to life.  The small, but impressive exhibit is amazing, awe inspiring, and well worth the trip! 

Of course, the purpose of such tombs is to help immortalize the emperor.  There are no known images of the first emperor however, but the survival of the terracotta figures does in a sense immortalize each of the warriors, civil officials, and others whose likenesses were captured in clay more than 2000 years ago. 

Ironically, this was also Memorial Day weekend.  Memorial Day is our official federal holiday to remember the brave men and women who died serving in our armed forces. Our collective way of immortalizing them.

Having said all that, this blog is really about our own legacies or immortality.  For many of us there won’t be any statutes erected in our honor.  Photographs will be lost and discarded over time.  Names forgotten.  Perhaps 200 years from now one of your descendants will uncover your name while tracing the family history.  Your life reduced to just a few letters on a page.

But some part of each of us will continue well after we leave this plane of existence.  What would you want yours to be?  Can you already see it in your children or grandchildren?

Will you pass on a love of music?  Art?  Education?  Are you an astute business person?  An adventurer?  Is family time at the dinner table really important to you?

You can probably point out a million things you found annoying as a child, but you’ve unknowingly incorporated them into your adult life.

(YIKES! We’re becoming our parents!......LOL!)

If you could travel forward in time, what part of you would you hope survived?  Wouldn’t it be something to see that the small business venture you started this year had grown into a multi-billion dollar business for your family?  WOW!!

Legacy.  More important than you think.

RAMIFICATIONS!!

You drop a pebble into the water.  Ripples reach out like long fingers wanting to caress a distant shoreline.  Small creatures underneath are tossed about in tsunami type waves that appear only as mere ripples to you.

Ramifications.

The universe is a breathing entity that magnifies the energy released within it.  The repercussions of explosions reverberate throughout.  Negative energy traveling, engulfing, and affecting lives.

You repeat a conversation the spirit of which is lost, muddled, maybe even twisted.  Now friction erupts between two beings that need not have been.

You attempt to sow the seed of chaos to disrupt the rhythmic timing of those around you.  Your staccato moving betwixt and between.

Ramifications.

Two come together a misunderstanding laid to rest.

Your staccato rejected and left to its own accord for its only audience, you.

You need be mindful of the negative energy you unleash into the universe….Jezebel.

You drop a pebble into the water.  Did you not notice that some of the ripples travel back towards you?

Ramifications.

Where do we go from here?

Every now and then, you get introspective and you wonder about your life, your future.  These moments are rarely welcomed, because they often force you to exam the things you’ve been avoiding. Your mind has somehow decided to lay the sullied aspects of your life on the table while you’re tied to the chair and your eyelids sewn open. This will often happen when you’re in a relationship that has far too many variables.

You love him. More than you’ve ever loved any man. You’d do anything for him. Have done anything for him. Despite the drama and baggage he brings; baby mama drama, drinking problem, hanging out, not coming straight home, etc., your heart wants more.  But every time you want to talk about your future together he gets irritated.

On your day of introspection you wonder, “What am I getting out of this?”

“When you’re in love

Some things you take for granted

Until someone pulls it apart

And leaves you with half of your heart

How do I trade

The best I have for less

Without giving up

Should I slowly accept that we’ll be no more than just friends

How do I know

When to let go

I know what I’m feeling inside

But part of me still wants to try

So tell me

Where do we go from here?

Why’s my heart filled with so much fear

When all that you are is all

I need and more”

“Where Do We Go From Here?” by Deborah Cox

Perhaps you should turn you introspection around. Ask yourself this instead; “What is he not getting out of it?” Let’s see, you’re the cook, the maid, the lover, and babysitter to his children. You work all day, but find your nights and weekends taken up with his struggles. His messes.  He has the audacity to get upset when you refuse to babysit another woman’s child; when you’ve decided not to cook or scrub the floors after work when he’s been home all day.

Where do you go from here? How about where are you right now?

Have the two of you built any real foundation upon which to build a relationship? A future? Are the blood, sweat and tears all coming from you? How long are you going to stick it out? How many times do you have to take one for the team? How much longer do you think you’ll last mentally and emotionally if the more you do the more he demands?

How’s that working out for you?

Listen up Booboo! It’s time to change strategy! Deuces are wild in this game, and its time you stopped holding yours! Put it out there! Let him know what you need and want from him. That you need and want it now. Is he ready to pull his weight to make this thing work? What law in the universe gives him a monopoly on happiness?

It’s his turn to introspect! And he damn sure better get it right!!

Passion Firsts

Recently, I started reading “Fifty Shades of Grey” by E.L. James, and I’m really enjoying it.  Unfortunately, I can’t provide any details because I have a friend whose just starting the book and I don’t want to risk spoiling anything. 

The book makes me think about firsts. Most specifically those firsts involving passion.

How many can remember their first real kiss? You know, the whole tongue thing. I bet not many. Probably because that first real kiss was one more of curiosity than passion.  But, I’d bet most of you women can remember the first time you had sex. This would be because your passion drove you to give it up! Your body and sensations took over.

How about the first time you performed oral sex on a man? Or, performed it the first time on a guy you may have had sex with numerous times before?  Or, maybe on a guy you just met at the club 2 hours ago?  I’m not talking about when you did it out of some sense of fair play.  He did me so I guess I should do him.  Bump that crap!! Quite frankly I don’t believe you should suck anything you don’t want to.  I’m talking about the “without thought” act.

 “I have no intention of putting my mouth there! That’s disgusting!!”….”He’s gonna be very disappointed if he thinks he’s gonna get a blow job!”…."I don’t do that with every guy I have sex with!”

But then…You don’t know what happened. You only know that you couldn’t get on your knees fast enough.  You wanted to taste him so badly you wanted to scream.  You didn’t just give him a blow job, you made love to him with your mouth. You didn’t want to stop! Your passion meter was in overdrive. Your mind on a vacation. A warping in your time space continuum!

Anal sex….HELL NO! But then you had him.  He had your heart beating so hard you thought you were having a heart attack.  You couldn’t get your breathing right because there wasn’t enough air in the world.  When he flipped you over, prepared you, and started to do his thing all you could think was….”Please! Hurry! I need you inside me!”

(stop panting….LOL)

Passion drives us to do things we never thought we’d do.  That sensation of the body that causes the mind to cease cognitive functions. 

Passion firsts.

What took you there? Was it his mouth on you? His hands? His breath on sensitive areas? Was it those naughty things he was whispering in your ear?

Were you wound so tight that you would do anything for him? Be anything for him?  Wanted to possess him?

What were some of your passion firsts? Have they become a regular part of your sexual experience? Do you  still blush or smile when you think about them?

Mmmmm….I’m remembering one right now. I was in Cancun and……