☯๑’- It's gonna be alright☯๑’-

This morning my favorite aunt passed away. She was not only my favorite aunt she was one of my favorite people in life. There are not enough words to describe her. Throughout her life she had the role of a daughter, sister, mother and aunt. She wore many hats and they fit her well. I wrote this poem just a short while ago for her three children. I thought I would share it because it feels good to share my aunt. I have never known anyone who did not like her. Because of that I find peace. I know she lived in peace so I know she was at peace with life when she passed away this morning. I have been told one of the last things she said was, "It's gonna be alright!

☆*•.¸-‘๑’- It's gonna be alright-‘๑’-¸.•☆


The sun rises and it falls.
Unlike the man in the moon you never see its face.
Yet, we feel it smiling down at us .
We don't have to see the sun to know it's there.
It forces its way through the clouds to share its warm embrace.

We see a falling star and it takes our breath away.
Though it quickly fades a lasting memory takes its place.

Like the sun she is shining down on you.
Let her brighten your darkest days.
Unlike a falling star her life will never fade.
Because now she is living her life through you.

It's gonna be alright she's captured in our hearts and will remain.
It's gonna be alright she will shine down on us to dry our tears like the sun dries up the rain.
It's gonna be alright her life goes on because she's living life through you.

She will rise each dawn and take her place.
Like the sun you will feel her warm embrace..
It's gonna be alright because when she rest she knows just like the man in the moon if you look hard enough you can still see her face.

It's gonna be alright because she will always be here.
No-one escapes us that we treasure and hold so dear.
It's gonna be alright because she told us so.
She wouldn't say it if she didn't know.

Like the sun she will rise each day to be with you.
Like the man in the moon she will look over you when you rest your weary head.
She's waiting for tomorrow to come so she can be with you.
It's gonna be alright because the sun always rises and the man on the moon never falls.

By Robinette

In Loving Memory
Of
Aunt Connie
9/29/09

☯๑’- I GOT A VIBRATOR☯๑’-

I saw this vibrator advertised in a magazine a couple of weeks ago. Finally, this morning I found one at a store I shop for certain things in. I wanted to try this ever since I saw it. The first thing I noticed was how sleek it is. Sleek to me means easier to handle.

I walked in the store and asked if they got them in yet. A woman tells me as luck has it they are putting them out now. After pointing me in the right direction I find a man stocking them on a display. I asked if I could grab one. He hands me one and says, "Your the first enjoy your purchase!"

I go to check out and my favorite cashier Sarah is there. She says, "Oh I want one of these! Can you let me know if it works as good as they say?" I tell her I plan on running back through town later. That after I go home and take a shower I am going to play with it.

I get home so tempted to play with it before my shower but I wait. After my shower I sit in my chair with nothing but a towel and mango body butter on. Oh I was hoping it served it purpose. The name of it is called Pulse Perfection and perfection indeed. With my hectic schedule I need instant gratification. Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! That is exactly what I got. It took less than two minutes to acheive the results I wanted.

I think every woman should try this vibrator. I went back to the store and Sarah was there. She looked at my face and said, "WOW! You look radiant! I can see it worked!"

This is a picture and description on my vibrator.

Why You'll Love It

It’s our first vibrating mascara. Transforms your lashes to perfection.

• Patent-pending elastomer brush vibrates 7,000 times per stroke
• Provides clump-free definition, intense color, and shine
• Waterproof; also available in washable formula
• Builds lash volume, length, and adds curl
• Buildable formula
• Ideal for All Skin Types
• Contact lens safe

For Best Results

Step 1: On the mascara cap, pull plastic tab to remove it completely, then discard.

Step 2: Press the button to activate pulsation. Release the button to stop.

Step 3: While pressing the button, place brush at base of lashes and move slowly towards lash tip. Continue applying coats to achieve preferred lash look.

Step 4: Repeat for lower lashes

HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY!

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Dream Or Warning

Question: What is your most vivid dream? You know the one I am talking about. It's the one you can't forget. The one that you woke up from and wondered if you were dreaming at all. It is the one you tried to fall back asleep to finish.

I have had one reoccurring dream for years. It haunts me. I can never shake it. It makes me feel as if I lived it or at least part of it. Only it takes place in a different time. If you want me to post it I will. It would only take me about ten minutes because I know the dream by heart.
There have been other dreams I have had that served as a warning. Years ago I was expecting a child. I was eight months along. One night I had a dream that I was in a castle with two of my children. There was a painting of wolves on the wall. Something about the painting disturbed me.
When I turned back the canvas was blank. I was startled when I heard a baby screaming outside. I looked out to see a wicker basket. I could tell the baby was in it. Then to my horror I looked towards the woods and saw a pack of wolves charging to the basket. They were the same wolves that were in the painting.

My heart raced. In this dream I knew the castle. The basket was next to a well. Somehow I knew there was a tunnel that would take me to the well. I ran and climbed up the well. There were iron rods that served as steps.

I managed to grab the basket with the screaming baby within seconds of the wolves reaching it. As I walked back through the tunnel I realized the baby was not crying. I stopped looked in the basket and the baby was gone.
I woke up in terrible pain to discover I had miscarried. That is one dream that has haunted me for years. It made sense to me. The other dream that has haunted me is reoccurring. It makes no sense to me. But it does take place in the same castle.
Have you had dreams like this?

How To Train Him

Synopsis:
Tara knew she loved Sam. It was a love that need not be spoken. However, like most loves you begin to see faults. Little things start to annoy you. In fact many things were starting to annoy Tara. Still, she loved him. She desperately wanted to find a way to make it work. Even if it meant training him to be the way she wanted him to be.

Tara stood on her wrap around porch watching Sam in her yard. She was enjoying watching him so much she almost forgot why she went outside. She leaned up against one of the post, puckered her lips and blew kisses at him. That always got his attention. She smiled as he hurried towards her. As she embraced him she whispered, "Dinner time handsome". She giggled like a school girl when he licked her neck and nibbled on her ear.

She knew she loved Sam. She sat at the table watching him eat thinking about how much joy he brought into her life. She also thought about his bad habits. Things she could not over look. If this relationship was going to work she had to break his habits. She was tired of the mess he made around the house. It drove her nuts that he stayed up half the night making noise when she was trying to sleep. It bothered her that he took off one night and was gone for two days. Never knowing his whereabouts.

Tara loved to belly dance and Sam loved to watch. It excited him when her shirt twirled around. Often she stopped and gave him the attention he wanted after feeling him tugging on her skirt. But there were times she told him to stop and he did not listen. He always got his way and that was starting to annoy her. She wanted to practice what is called floor walking. When a belly dancer does a routine on the floor. She couldn't with Sam around. He always sat on her. She thought it was funny at first but now it got old.

After dinner Tara decided to stretch out on the couch. Sam sat by her feet. She started laughing when out of no where he began licking her feet. Suddenly without warning Sam bit her. She cried out from the pain. Not even thinking about it she grabbed the paper and smacked him as hard as she could. Sam looked hurt and hung his head. Tara desperately tried her best to explain she couldn't stand when he did stuff like that.

Tara knew how to make him feel better. She had long nails and Sam loved it when she ran her nails in his hair. He laid his head on her lap and looked up at her with his big brown eyes. Tara could never stay angry when he looked at her that way. It was the look that spoke to her. Told her how much Sam loved her. She found herself digging her nails in his hair. Rubbing his head and back.

She could tell he was falling asleep on her lap. It was early which meant he would get up and be awake half the night. She decided she would let him nap for a few minutes than insist he wake up. In the meantime she picked up her book.

She was eager to get through her book. Another thing Sam never let her do. The book she was reading discussed the type of relationship she had with Sam. Wanting to make it work she was willing to try anything. The chapter she was on discussed tying him up. Something she had always thought about doing.

Just as she finished the chapter Sam woke up. He turned his head and started nudging his face in Tara's crotch. That was one of the things that bothered her the most. This time she reached for the Sunday paper. It was thicker. She raised her hand ready to wack him and then stopped. She knew she had to control her anger. This was also discussed in her book....How To Train Your Puppy

By Robinette
aka
AVID
Copyright 2007
All rights reserved
P.S. Never judge a book by it's cover

7 Things That Annoy Me!

1) People who come online and reek havoc. It annoys me when you feel like your playing a video game doing battle. Sometimes feeling like you have to lurk around the corner. Never knowing what to expect. I am not Lara Croft from Tomb Raider. There is no reason to behave like that. If you don't like someone then stay away from them. There is no reason to have an Alliance. Alright, maybe if there is a $1,000,000.00 prize at the end. You can make or break someones day on here. We never know what someone is dealing with on the other end.

2) The expression "I Want To Do You" annoys me. What do you want to do? Impersonate me? Sketch me? Huh?

3) When men say "Bobbies". That annoys me to no end. It does nothing for me. A five year old says bobbies. I would never say I want to ______ your wee wee. I don't even mind boobs. But, boobies is out!

4) I get annoyed when your at a friends house and they let their dog hump everything. Take this pillow for example. Oh yeah I want to lean up against that the next time it is on their sofa.

5) The picture says it all. You can not tell me you do not feel a breeze?

6) When people say..."Do you want to know the truth?" Hell No! I want you to lie to me! Duh!

7) I do not like the expression "All Is Fair In Love And War". First off nothing is fair in war. Second if a man thinks I am gonna fight for him. Ahhhh..think again. I would rather go out alone and eat a big steak dinner.

A Father's Role

You come to know a love that will last a lifetime.
Throughout life you have many titles.
One that will never change is "Father".
You quickly learn you are much more than a man who has a child.
You become a...
Provider
Protector
Mentor
Coach
Invincible
Hero
And so much more.
Some of you will raise children that are not your own.
Yet, they still are.
It is not always the blood that runs through their veins that matters.
What matters is the role you play in their lives.
What matters is the love and guidance you so freely offer without giving it a thought.
Some of you will give away your daughters.
Yet, they never really leave.
Some of you will watch your boys become men.
Yet, they are always your little boy.
You will be honored the rest of your life.
Because the love and commitment you gave will be received.
You are a father.
Your child might call you another chosen name.
To them Father, Dad, Pop and Daddy are all one and the same.
By Robinette
aka
AVID

Napkins Please!

This happened years ago when my oldest son was seven.
I was getting company and saw them pulling up.
I told my son to put out the good napkins and silverware while I greeted our guests.
I came in and was shocked to see at each spot he placed a KOTEX.
He even pulled the adhesive strip off them and stuck them to the table.
On each one he had silverware.
My face turned beet red.
He said, "Mom you always say how expensive these napkins are and you said put out the good ones".
(Back then we called them napkins...so that dates my age)
My son is now 30 and I still laugh about this.