The Woman Within

What a Woman Needs

One old love she can imagine going back to & new one who reminds her how far she has come.

Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own;

even if she never wants to or needs to.

Something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour.

A youth she is content to leave behind &

A past juicy enough that she is looking forward to retelling it in her old age.

The realisation that she is actually going to have an old age, and some money set aside to fund it.

A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.

One friend who always makes her laugh;and one who lets her cry.

A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.

Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.

A resume that is not even the slightest bit padded.

A feeling of control over her destiny.

~*~

Every Woman Should Know

- how to fall in love without losing herself.

- how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.

- when to try harder, and when to walk away.

- how to have a good time at a party she'd never choose to attend.

- how to ask for what she wants in a way that makes it most likely she'll get it.

- that she can't change the lenght of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.

- that her childhood may not have been perfect, but it is over.

- what she would and wouldn't do for love or more.

- how to live alone, even if she doesn't like it.

- whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally.

- where to go, be it to her best friend's kitchen table, or a charming inn in the woods when her soul needs soothing.

- what she can and can't accomplish in a day, a month, a year.

~*~

How to Recognize a Good Woman

A good woman is proud.

She respects herself and others.

She is aware of who she is;

she neither seeks definition from the person she is with,nor does she expect them to read her mind.

She is quite capable of articulationg her needs.

A good woman is hopeful.

She is strong enough to make all her dreams come true.

She knows love, therefore she gives love.

She recognizes that her love has great value and must be reciprocated.

If her love is taken for granted, it soon disappears.

A good woman has a dash of inspiration and a dabble of endurance.

She knows that she will, at times, have to inspire others to reach the potential the Gods gave them.

A good woman knows her past, understands her present and forces toward the future.

A good woman does not live in fear of the future because of her past.

Instead, she understands that her life experiences are merely lessons meant to bring her closer to self-knowledge and unconditional self-love.

~*~*~*~

A long time ago I gave those words posted above to a friend of mine as a gift she kept them and read them many time over the years ..we lost touch for a time and life went on still she held the words close to her heart waiting for the chance to give them back to me and so she has .. Thank you my friend my sister of the heart .. may the Goddess bless and hold you close always.

Love Foxie

With a little bit of faith and a lot of luck

A friend sent this to me and I thought it wonderful enough to share with you folks .. enjoy ! oh and pass it on to the next guy ....


His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, whiletrying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help comingfrom a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screamingand struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from whatcould have been a slow and terrifying death. The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparsesurroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introducedhimself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life." "No, I ca n't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmerreplied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son cameto the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly. "I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education myown son will enjoy If the lad is anything like his father, he'll nodoubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did. Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time,graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went onto become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming,the discoverer of Penicillin. Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog wasstricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin. The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill .. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill. Someone once said: What goes around comes around. Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching. Sing like nobody's listening. Live like it's Heaven on Earth. It's National Friendship Wee k. Send this to everyone you consider A FRIEND. Pass this on, and brighten some one's day.

May there always be work for your hands to do; May your purse always hold a coin or two; May the sun always shine on your windowpane; May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain; May the hand of a friend always be near you; May the Gods fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

The Pit ( short story for yer pleasure)

The Lord looked askance at the Fool, who was busy making faces behind the Lady's back.
"So, which of your Aspects have you enjoyed the most?" he said.
The Fool looked up, wiggling his ears.
"Stop that!" grinned the Lord, "I'd really like to know!"
"Well.....I suppose that it would be a toss-up between Dionysus, Tyl Eulenspiegel, and Krishna, I guess. Tyl had a whopping good time, Dionysus got to be pretty much drunk, mostly, and Krishna had those sweet little milk-maids......THAT was a good time! But Coyote gets to do most everything. I guess I like Him the best."
The Lord sat back against a tree, folded His hands, and smiled.
"Yeah, ol' Coyote gets to do everything all right...except catch the Roadrunner," he said.
"Well," said the Fool, with a lopsided grin, "I guess I'm the only One of Us that perpetually chases Myself!"
The Lady turned, and, Aspecting the Nymph, dropped a large grasshopper down the Fool's back. She giggled, and ran off over the fields of Summerland.
The Lord laughed, pounding His fists on the ground as the Fool jumped and twisted, trying to reach the insect.
Between whoops of laughter, He said, "Did you ever figure out what 'Updoc' was?"
"Shaddup!" said the Fool.
The Fool leaned back against the brick wall of the alley and said, "I'd like to tell you a story. It seems that a man fell into a deep pit, and couldn't get himself out. He was in a world of hurt, and pretty unhappy. Pretty soon, a Subjectivist type of person came along and said, 'I feel for you down there,' but did nothing."
"An Objectivist wandered by next, and said, 'It's logical that someone would fall down there.' But he just stood around looking too."
"A Pharisee said, 'Only bad people fall into a pit,' and put his nose in the air and kept walking."
The Fool took a drag from his cigarette and then flipped it expertly into a nearby puddle. Somewhere in the distance of the city a siren wailed.
"Then, a mathematician calculated how he fell into the pit. But all he did was calculate."
"A news reporter wanted the exclusive story on his pit, but was too busy interviewing everyone in sight to help."
"A fanatic fundamentalist shouted, 'You deserve your pit!'"
"Then a government tax-man asked if he was paying taxes on the pit."
"A self-pitying person then whined, 'You haven't seen anything until you've seen MY pit!'"
"Then a Christian Scientist came by, and said, 'Just believe that you're not in a pit.' But that didn't seem to help." He paused, and brushed His hair back from His eyes. After looking around that those who were listening, He continued.
"An optimist said, 'Things could be worse!' But the pessimist disagreed, and said, 'Things -will- get worse!' "
"A Wiccan said, 'MURPHY! You &*$%^#, while a New Ager jumped into the pit to share the experience." A couple of people laughed at this, a bit nervously.
"A Baha'i looked over the edge of the pit and said, 'See the pit as a Spiritual Experience!' while a Moslem murmured that it was God's Will that he was in the pit."
"A Satanist just laughed at the man in the pit and kept walking."
"A conspiracist rubbed his hands together in glee, and said, '-They- threw you into the pit! I -knew- it!'"
"A Jew said, 'Why are we -always- in a pit?' "
"A Communist shouted 'Why are you in the People's Pit without permission?'"
"An Alcoholic muttered to himself, 'It's not -my- fault you're in the pit.....' "
"A Liberal said, 'Those Conservatives must have dug this pit!'"
"A Conservative said, 'See where Liberalism has gotten you?' "
"A TV Evangelist came by and promptly took up a collection from the bystanders."
" Then, several well-meaning people came by, and wanted to help, but they were too busy arguing whether to throw him a ladder, or a shovel, or to hire a helicopter with a rope ladder, or to call the fire department or police to manage to get anything done."
"A well-known radio cult hunter said, between requests for money, 'See! Satan threw you into the pit!'"
"A doper looked blearily at him, and said, a bit incoherently, 'Far out! Got any more pit?'" "A Hindu said that the man's karma had put him into the pit, and a television news commentator shouted, 'Man in a pit! Why is the government responsible?'"
But then, a Good Samaritan came along, looked at the man in the pit and at all the others standing around pursuing their own agendas, and said, quietly, 'Here are two shovels. Let's get you out of the pit.'"
The Fool looked around at His listeners, grinned, and said, "He that hath ears to hear with, let him hear."
He shoved His hands into his jacket, and walked away thru the puddles, idly kicking at an empty beer can.
"Pretty good!" said the Lady.
"Maybe," said the Fool, "But not up to the Sermon On The Mount."
"That one -was- one of Your best," She agreed.
"Yeah," He said, "But even then, they ignored most of it. Oh well. Some of it caught on, at least."
"It takes a while," said the Lord, "But they -are- learning."
"Yes, they are," said the Fool, "But they have a long way to go yet."
The Lady smiled warmly, and said, "They'll get there."
Thus it was, and so it is, and evermore shall be so!

self abuse.. sheesh never again

OMG have pity on me .. I abused myself by allowing the 12 old to have a sleepover party.. pre teen girls giggle and laugh in highpitched squeaky voices.. my ears hurt .. they go to bed at some ungodly hour only to bounce up bright eyed and bushy tailed at 5 am oh and they wake the rest of the house as well .. gah I want to go to sleep already and its only 10 am .. and the littleones are up ..nope no rest for me
what do you feed kids that dont like chocolate malt-o-meal sheesh the stay over doesnt "do" malt-o-meal not even chocolate.. okkk cold Pizza? oh no thanks doesnt like pineapple stuff .. humm wellllll what to feed em? oh cute the kid wants donuts .. the bakery is NOT opened today .. Nope not gonna drive to the store .. sooo now what .. oh yeh cake mix in the cuboards .. sure kids I can do that .. still havent had that first cup of coffee give me a minute please ... 20 minutes go by NOW I am awake .. where was I oh yeh cake ...good gawd they ate a whole 13x9 cake ..I didnt get any...musta been good cause they inhaled it by time I was pourning my second cuppa coffee. :: snickers to self:: the stay over kid went home with a huge sugar buzz.. hope her folks have fun with her..

UTHO

::yawns rubs eyes :: I just woke up to the fact I have this blog.. omg I goofed and screwed around and nearly forgot my name and my stage .. that would have been to much I would have lost the wonderful songs sung by a demon and That would have broken my heart .. He is such a gift you know.. and I do treasure him greatly.. He makes many folks smile with his joy of life and all that goes on around him..thank you dear friend and your beautiful wife for waiting for me to re appear once more.

Never again will I be so forgetful of this wonderful toy .. blessings on you Deepak and beautiful Adha for waiting for me to return..

What if Religions were required to be kind?

A kind religious world - now there lies a radical idea. Can we imagine a world where Jews and Muslims are not fighting over a Holy Land that supposedly was left exclusively to each by a confused God who is the God of both?
Can we imagine a world where Hindus and Muslims are not killing each other in India and Pakistan and Kashmir? A world where Jerry Falwell and company are not calling hell and damnation down onto homosexuals and others made in the image of God? And where inquisitions and crusades are outlawed and apologies are made by Popes for anti-Semitism, witch burnings, crusades, and inquisitions of the past? And where the gold stolen from the indigenous peoples of the Americas that still adorns the churches in Rome might be returned to its poverty-stricken rightful owners? Yes, a kind religion would be a revolution. The word kindness, after all, comes from the word for kin. It is about how we treat those who are nearest to us. It is a family word. If religion were required to be kind it would have to find kinship with other religions, or better still, other spiritual traditions. A reconstruction of religion on the basis of fierce kindness and real kinship would require a deconstruction as well. Are we capable of deconstructing our religious attitudes to make room for this reconstructed kindness to emerge? I would hope so, and I suspect that Jesus and Isaiah, Buddha and Muhammad, Martin Luther King, Jr. and the Dalai Lama would concur. In fact, is it so strange a suggestion to propose that this is what they taught in their lifetimes?

Mirror mirror on the wall

?htiw gniyalp ma I tahw eziler ot ekat lliw ti gnol woh rednow htiw lla uoy esaet ot yot wen a yob hO
tuo siht erugif ot gnola uoy evael lliw I daer ot segap dna enim ot atad attog I llew neppah nac gnihtynapah ot ylekil si gnihtyna llafeerf ni dna llafeerf si siht rebmemer yrroS
?rebmemer yzarc uoy ekam ot dna nuf rof si siht annog ton wan ?rekcehc lleps esu naem uoy od tahW

*****
::Chuckles softly :: now wasnt that fun?

Humm, Pickles in more than just a sandwich..

Pickles, do you ever think about them or look at them in a diffrent way? Some folks do .. My friend Dawn does and oh my she is wickedly funny and snidley sly in her twists and turns of a pickled high. Hope you laugh as hard as I did when you read what she has to say about the wonders of a Pickle.

Pickle Song

Some sweet and some sourAll have the shape we love to

Munch, crunch and devour

Vinegar cures them

Makes flavor beyond compare

Heaven to savor

Slowly nibble them

Pickles IS as Pickles DOES

Pucker therapy

I love pickles, oh yesLove to touch, lick and caress

This pickle is YOU

Pickles are symbols

Have any of you surmised

This secret of mine?

Pickles have manhood

In their shape and design

Juicy seeds inside

Engendering lust

Hunger, desire and craving

For all things long-ish

For the "member" thatIt imitates in my mind

My mind so fertile

That all things long-ish

And of that diameter

Makes me romantic

Heart beating quickly

Thinking of silk-skinned hardness

Tasting of sweet salt

Then going back toPickles for generic talk

Those symbols I love.

I will talk of them

Like they are what I want most

But they're not at all.

****

Whoa Dawnie thats to much .. Girl you have a wonderful way of presenting a pickle ..THANKS!

OH mercy.... what a night !!

Oh boy what a night I had! .. I got into the games again.. right now I am playing puzzle games they really push me to the brink at times.. Oh yeh they do.. The one I am playing right now is called heirophant and damn its a boggler .. kinda a rubiks cube without the twisting . and it keeps getting harder.. I thought at first that it was SO easy.. yeh my ass the first two or three levels are .. Called suckering you in and look out once the hook is set your not able to wiggle off!! I cant just walk away from it because why? I'm a sucker .. flat out.. I hate to leave and not win and thats the sucker of this game .. you get so close and trap yourself!I read someplace that women are more into online gameing and stuff then men are.. note this study does not count male children under the age of 18.. seems the kids love to play some games action and such appeal to the lil thugs women on the other hand seem to like any sort of puzzle game.. and we are good at it.. I think thats because puzzles engage us at a level that we are most comfortable with.. we have to think.. oh hell no; males of any age dont think they just wanna do.. apply that statement across the board to males of all ages.. slam bam thank you ma'am to pow bam bang .. doesnt matter they just want instant win or gradifaction.. WOMEN on the other hand THINK first .. oh hell yes I am a snot.
Do you think about the very first games you played ? I remember my fist PC game .. Baulders Gate.. OH wow what a great game .. a huge puzzle of course I think most of us who ever played D&D with friends enjoyed Baulders Gate and we played like crazy for coupla years .. then other stuff came out .. there was war craft.. now that one I didnt like so much .. was kinda pointless. TO ME anyways.. I gave that one away just because I didnt like the damn thing.. I loved Myst and all its spin offs .. again a huge puzzle .. and then theres my all time favorite agame .. Diablo.. the first game was slower than I liked but still kinda kinky and fun in a twisted way.. I got the Diablo :LoD 2 about five years ago and guess what ? I still play it alot.. I have beat the game useing 2 out of the 5 offered classes.. Amazon and Assision.. killer fighters and fun to play .. the Barbarian is fun but he doesnt move in a way I understand. The odd thing is I dont understand the magic user at all she is not my favorite yet I have watched other play her and she is awesome when she is fully developed the Druid I like alot and his powers of the earth are not so diffrent that the mage but he plays diffrently.. a warrior with suprises . the necro and the paladin are fun still learning them and I have been playing this game for nearly 5 yrs .. yeh slow learner I guess. but I have fun with it.. ..Another game .. more a time waster of course is Mah Johgg I like that one to because I can kinda get lost .. its best used when I wanna "hide" from the world.. What do you do for fun on a slow day? I be back later to offer my game scores .. LOL

Oh good morning world!

I got to thinking about how and where I want this blog : this newely created slice of me to go.. I got up this morning and thought well? and the "well" looked back and snickered ... DAMN now thats bad isnt it? .. At a loss because I really dont want to be a flame spewing anti war diss the gov type anymore.. OH dont get me wrong I havent changed at all.. I have how ever sunk to a eye rolling disgust of my goverment and the fool in charge.. respect must be earned and those chickenhawks and liars aint gonna get it from me. Not to say I dont have lots to say about the way they do stuff but I got other places to vent and shake my finger from.
Food? naw to that as well .. I am on a perpetual diet.. coffee and chocolate there is no room for food these days, besides I got a big enough ass anyways... my kids say I am one to begin with..
* ponders * humm must be why I vote a mostly democratic ticket these days .. yanno I used to be a republican yep for years & years untill I fell on hard times and learned a few major lessons..
Music? pass on that to for the most part .. its over done at other places and theres to many kids who know to little of the good stuff .. I keep that to myself as well...
OH I know "pet peeves" thats not one that I have toyed with befor.. I got alot of em to .. the best ones of course come from my own fubars .. yanno the ones about survay says you get a freebie and so ya play and play and play and no end insight? and then just as you give up the last page wants you to buy just one of the offering .. .. now how the flip did that get there? all's I wanted was my free bigscreen SHEESH! oh and because I screwed up and gave my phone number I will be treated to ongoing sales calls at 7 AM from a recording .. OMG the things I do to make my life hell at times. My own fault of course but I do take it out on the few unlucky salesmen who try so hard to be pleseant inspite of my rudeness . They do pretty good for the most part no matter what I say.. I think maybe one or two has hung up on me when I tell em some strange shit about how my blow up dollie got stolen and her antomincally correct blow up SO is still greiveing. I think those were the folks who wanted me to donate to the newest scam by the 700 club or to help buy ol' fartwell a new suit to preach in.. Hell I dont remember .. I just try to brighten MY DAY since those idiots almost ruined it by calling me at the butt crack of dawn . They deserve what they get if I dont have my glass's on and a cup of coffee in my hand befor the phone rings. I am sure you understand my point quite well.
Well enough of this mornings spew and hurbis Its freefall time and I gotta make an effort someplace today.. ya'll have a good day and SMILE they be so busy wondering why ya smilling at em they wont look back at yer arse!

Fresh page

well now a fresh start, a new blog I have learned alot from my first blogging attempts. Hey what can I say for myself? I had to learn someplace didnt I? I read a book today that said.. even whores were once virgins and yanno I kinda think bloggers are that way to. we try many things and edit and reshape and often move our muse to better pastures and always hope for better things. I think here I will just let my feelings and thoughts flow into the true meaning of freefall and enjoy the things that come forth. Poetry and such says alot about a blogger, Some good some bad but in the end its all planted and covered with more of the same.. so join me a little while and see where the ideas take us as I begin the freefall of this new blog