Men aren't attracted to me by my mind...
They're attracted by what I don't mind...
Gypsy Rose Lee

Ms. Lee may have been a burlesque dancer, but she was a highly intelligent and well respected author. I may not have known her, but I did read about her and hold her in high regards as a classy, beautiful and naturally strong woman.

I came to understand that she wanted her fans to know that placing limits on oneself is like strangling the soul and to let it breathe without boundaries.

Today we were discussing the first day of school. A coworker talked about how he was mad at his little girl on her first day. He was disappointed and sad that she didn't cry or make a fuss when he dropped her off. He wanted tears, tantrums and clinging on to him as if she was being taken away by a monster. He even said that he tried to get her to cry by telling her that it would be hours until he would be back and that some kids might be mean to her. lol...What a dufus!

I remember when each of my boys went to kindergarten. They were pretty much okay with it. They had each gone to pre-school 3 days a week/3 hours each of those days. Going to kindergarten wasn't much of a jump and only one fussed about it. When each of them went to kindergarten, both of them noticed the difference in time of the new school. The could tell by the clock on the wall that Mommy wasn't there to pick them up. When my first son was in kindergarten, he was okay with the longer school hours. But my youngest had to get used to the difference in the length of time. There were tears from him during the first two weeks and an occasional pouting and voicing his sadness that school was too long and he wanted me there. Yes, that felt good to be missed.

Going back to my first day in kindergarten...lol. I remember it and will never forget it....Ever! My Mother walked me to the class door and I started to cry and wouldn't let go of her hand. The teacher kept pulling my other arm and telling me to quit being a baby. Then my Mother told me that she wanted to be left alone and pushed me away for her. I was screaming as the teacher slapped my hand and put me in a corner. I have never forgotten Mrs Walker, her grey hair, her little teeth, no lips, long yellow nails and bad breath. She wasn't a pleasant teacher. Kindergarten was hell for me and it wasn't because of the other kids. All of us feared her. Well, all of us but Angela K. What a farking kiss ass teachers pet. I wonder what Angela K. is doing today? I think my Mother and Mrs Walker garnered pleasure in talking bad about me right in front of me.
Both of them can bite me!...lol.

Do you remember your first day in kindergarten?
Was it good or bad?

Ever since announcing the Blog Challenge "Back to NNature" It has been raining every day. The only areas that are secluded enough to take pics aren't suitable for pic taking in the rain. DAMN IT!

But I have decided that I am not going to miss ANOTHER blog challenge. I'm in it!
If I have to, I will pick every flower surrounding my house and tape them all over my body! I've had flowers up my hoo ha before and several stuck in my bum.
lol *giggles*...don't ask. (aaaaaah memories)

I am looking forward to playing again.

I have to be up at 0400. And must pay attention to that.
I commented on 3 blogs and just had to stop....lol. They are addicting!! I know that once I start looking, I will want to read them all...*snickers* And that isn't a bad thing to be addicted to. Well, it is...lol......but it is better than being addicted to chocolate because blogs aren't fattening...lol. But I guess I don't have to worry about because I am not much of chocolate lover. Dang, I saw a shiny penny...*giggles*
Off to bed!!

I will have to catch up on the blogs tomorrow.
But if anyone wants to give me a brief synopsis of what is going on in blog land, please feel free to do it here. Give me a bone or two....one line will do.
Give an addict something!! hahahaaha

An officer asked me about a particular policy and it's sections. So I said "Go look it up" As he walked away, I smiled, looked down at my calendar, shook my head and said *thanks Dad*....then giggled....lol Each time I asked a question, he would tell me to go look it up. If it was a question about math, he would help me with it. That was the only exception. Well, questions about the birds and the bees are a given. Otherwise, anything I wanted to know I had to look it up and only then would he discuss it. That man loved long discussions.

One of the most poignant moments of the lesson 'go look it up' came when I asked him about Auschwitz and the death camps. When I was about 12 years old, I had read a blurb about it in the news paper and needed an explanation. He told me that he would get back to me. The next day after school, he handed me The Third Reich. He told me the answers are in it. From then on, I read more and more about that time in history. Then I couldn't stop. All through school, I never paid attention to my World History Classes, but after that book, World History became my favorite! To learn everything that had happened around the world during and before my time made me head spin. I learned more from the books in the library, than I did from History Books at school.

My Dad owned encyclopedias and they cost him a great deal of money, but he felt that it was worth it for us kids. They were fun to read and of great use when doing homework. They became my go to books. I never did stop asking my Dad questions. I still asked because it was our little game. He would utter those words "Go look it up" Then when I would sit and open the encyclopedia and after a while he would come in, sit with me and we would talk about the question.

To this day, when I don't know something, I read several books, pro and con about it. If you read things on your own, you learn more than what one person can tell you. Knowledge may be power but it's also fun and can take you to different places in your mind and all over the world.

Knowledge, Your brain craves it once you give it a taste.

When she is put on restriction? I can tell you what she doesn't do. She doesn't go hiking, going down cliffs & climbing back up them. She doesn't go walking over the tide pools or taking long walks along the sand. And she certainly doesn't go off the beaten path in the restricted areas of the State Parks...*snicker* I feel like I am a teenager again and my Dad has put me on restriction and here I am sitting in my room pouting....lol. The only difference is, it isn't my Dad putting telling me to go to my room.
It's the doctor. I have no clue how it happened, but it happened. I have 4 bulging discs and 3 annular tears in the lumbar section of my back. WHO KNEW!!!...lol. Oh, I know that I have been in a great deal of pain everyday for about 6 months now, but I just scoffed at it and kept going on with life and my adventures. I am not much of a crier or whiner...(not a good thing I have been told) and didn't go to the docs. They only looked this time with an MRI because I went to the docs for leg pain. Again, who knew......hahaha
Anyhoo, so the restrictions begin and I am not liking it. But I will deal with it. I will find things to make me smile. Life is still good and it goes on.

During my time in solitary, I finished matting and framing the two photos for the Chief. The small pics do not do them justice because you cannot see the colors around the photo and the colors that pop with the Mahogany frame. But here they are.


After I finished the framing, I started some watercolor prints. I love to create.... but damn!....I hope I am not on restriction for long. It is rough looking out the window and seeing my surroundings knowing that everyone is enjoying the days without me. Much like when I used to sit at my window during restrictions when I was a kid and watch all of the other kids play.

I wonder if the Legography guy can keep up with me?
So far this lil lego man hasn't taken a pic that I don't have in my own library.

Hi lego rainbow.


My rainbow.



The lego comparison blog continues!
Tune in next Saturday. Same Lego time! Same Lego channel!

The 'Love Is' Cartoons? I haven't seen these in years.
I always wondered why they were naked. Even when my eldest son started reading the comics, at the age of 7 he asked me why they were naked....lol.




Love is:
Ignoring the pubes he leaves behind on the edge of the john.

Give me your best 'Love is' answer.

When I read the news during lunchtime, I occasionally run across stories that can bring tears to my eyes. This is one of those moments. It it so very touching, soft, sweet and humbles a person. A mans life immersed in animal care and devotion has one of the best moments of his short life.

A final goodbye: Dying zoo worker gets a kiss from giraffe
Amy Eley: TODAY; 3 hours ago

The moment of a giraffe saying a special goodbye to a dying zoo worker is touching the hearts of viewers worldwide.
As reported by The Independent, Mario, a zoo maintenance worker with terminal cancer, asked the Netherlands Ambulance Wish Foundation for help visiting Rotterdam’s Diergaarde Blijdorp Zoo, where he cleaned animal enclosures for nearly 25 years. The wish was granted, and what happened during the visit amazed everyone.

The 54-year-old is confined to a bed, so the Ambulance Wish Foundation transported him to the zoo with a specially designed ambulance. He got wheeled around the zoo in his hospital bed, and upon entering the giraffe enclosure, one of the tall animals approached Mario, bent down and gave him a kiss.



xoxoxo

On this site we encounter many diverse sexual personalities. The amount of personal perversions cannot be counted because members come and go. Yes, I am the first one to speak up and defend this site and all of the preferred fetishes. That we take the good with the bad when it comes to men or women receiving less than kind IM's when another member voices what they want to do to sexually. Sexual fantasies come in all forms. That is what this site is for. I take all of that into account when I receive an IM that is not only inappropriate but down right crude. I respond in my own inevitable style and sarcasm. And I do respond. I also make sure that what is in my IM guarantees they do not message me again.

The sexual perversions and crude IM's are the nature of the xxxxx on this site. I accept that. I also defend another member who sends an IM out of the blue. After all, how would they know what someone likes if they don't send a message? You never know who may bite. How do these people with a preference for a fetish know who likes what unless they reach out? Fetish Couples have met during weird IM's. If the message is not to your liking you can delete it, tell the sender you didn't appreciate it, put the IM block into place or just ignore it and move on.

With all of this being mentioned, I do draw the line and won't defend sending an IM referencing and describing in details the violent attack or of another member. Yes, there are couples who imitate or simulate that fetish. There are couples who engage comfortably in this. But they know each other and have already committed themselves to that fetish. Bondage is another acceptable fetish and those members are pronounced here on NN.

No where on this site can you see a fetish or attacking someone in their bed at night. If you are not a couple or a member who practices this type of role play, DON'T send an innocent woman that type of IM. It is uncalled for, scary, against the rules and creepy. If another woman reaches out to me for assistance on this, I will do my best ...no...I will make sure that the sender gets deleted. I mean this with all of my heart.