Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

My worth is not measured by the man that stands beside me...  My worth is measured by the great strides I have accomplished in this life and the man that stands beside me that has taken pride in who I am as a woman.  While he looks at me like he is the luckiest man on this earth!  And vice a verse! ********** Go ahead call me shallow... I take pride in my looks, health, behavior/attitude/personality. At this ripe age of almost 55, I like arm candy ! I would hope my choice in a man/companion/partner/lover etc... would do the same. You can not kid me and tell me looks are not important? We all are visual creatures and you can not convince me of any different! There has to be attraction... ( Do you really want just anybody being seen with you, kissing you, touching you... making love to you?)  It's the vibrational bubble that matches yourself ... Alike attracts alike! It's the twin flame that looks for its match. The other half of the yin or yang. ...

It is what I like about Sundays... Reflections. As I sat in mass yesterday, watching friends say good bye prayers for their sister(mother) I was reminded, nothing in this life is forever. Sickness and in health... til death do us part. It's the life of one and all the measurable moments that take place in someone's journey. It is the steps you walk that one way or another is fought with every emotional breath. I found as I listened to words "what separates us from Christ"  love or ego... I recalled all the many things we do in this life to try and find one ounce of happiness as we walk this earth. The many things/choices we make out of obligation, fear, anger, revenge... love, pride, guilt. The games that we play to hang on to something... The bargaining prayers we make to stay alive, be healthy and to stay in relationships.( and to keep our kids safe) So many things end abruptly with not enough time to finish. So many words are left hanging... **I did not know ...

***I love the old adages, it's like riding a bike you don't forget, who says you can't go home... it was as good as the first time from what I can remember...*** ( or my favorite!)  A BODY THAT IS IN MOTION STAYS IN MOTION   All activities require you to stretch... There are so many things to remember when you are getting older not that I am old but body parts just don't quite jive and groove like they use too. ( I think I'm sad... no, really this makes me sad. ) What you can remember, there are things you do forget and all at once you are quickly reminded not everything moves  simultaneously while riding high... like when you were younger. (or even a few years back) Although you thoroughly enjoy the action... the pedals up and down... wheels fast then slow... (if you are not used to it), after you ache but it's a good ache and it makes you want to go at it again!!! Exhilarating... that's what it is EXHILARATING! !!!!!!!!! That moment when i...

*** When He Had Her*** Misplaced anger... that's what it was. Beyond regret or that churning grumble in his stomach, there was an ache deep in the pit of his stomach and it was pissing him off. Every step he took, every move he made and every job he was on... she flooded his memory. What the fuck did he do? What the hell was wrong with him... He couldn't turn it off or shut it down... his mind was on fire and there was nothing he could do about it. That door was closed. He made sure to fuck absolutely everything up so he would force her to hate him and nail that fucking door shut! What kind of person does that to another? What did that say about him... He was running, whatever game of make believe was coming to an end and he could not get away quick enough or get that manipulating thing out of his house. He could not stand the sight of her... What was he thinking ? He could not stand to touch that thing that laid in his bed... he was getting lost in that monstrosit...