Community > Posts By > sensualsweet
Topic:
Scars
Edited by
sensualsweet
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Wed 02/04/09 04:19 PM
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We have some Vietnam vets who appear to be homeless here in our city. I can't do much to help them out... but on Veteran's Day, when I saw them hanging out by a local tobacco/beer store... I stopped and gave them a few bucks and told them to have a meal and a beer on me. They were so touched, with tears in their eyes, they shook my hand, clasping mine with both of their hands and thanked me wholeheartedly.
I wish I could have done more. But I truly appreciate every Vet and every lost soldier. I also appreciate the police force, emergency crews, etc. -- those who lay their lives on the line each and every time they put on that uniform to ensure that we, as Americans, can enjoy our freedoms. I am proud to be an American and I am sending a hug and a heartfelt salute to each and every one of you out there. Thank you and God save you a special place in Heaven. |
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Topic:
Scars
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I think the biggest thing that has effected me in my entire life is the fact that all the "father" figures in my life were nothing more then kids acting like fathers. My mom did a much better job raising me then any man. Because of her i have more respect for Tougher women, single mothers and i dont stand for rapists, child molesters or any other monsters. I spent 5 1/2 years in group homes and shelters and was told in my freshmen year i would never graduate let alone make something of myself, but here i sit 24 years old graduate of high school and Operation Iraqi Freedom. I think i did good and came out on top after all the years...What do ya'll think? Sounds like some of your mother's strength rubbed off on you. I know I raised my son without his father having much to do with him, so I can understand where you're coming from. The group homes had to be tough and I congratulate you for sticking to it and coming out ahead of the game. Hoo Ya! Is that how they say it? Kudos my good man... Well done. |
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Topic:
Scars
Edited by
sensualsweet
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Wed 02/04/09 02:00 PM
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Never considered not getting myself back to where I was an option. Only got 90% but considering the alternative.... it's much better! Hey, pay attention... I posted a flirt and you didn't notice. my bad I guess I'll just have to nudge you. LMAO |
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Topic:
Ain't it about time
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Critics[who?] say frequent use of ain't is a marker of basilectal — which is to say, "vulgate" or "common speech". The same applies for using i'n'it (normally written as innit) instead of "isn't it". There is little justification for this judgment on etymological or grammatical grounds, but it remains a widespread belief that the word is "not a word" or "incorrect".[5] However, a descriptive analysis of frequency statistics does make it perfectly justifiable to regard it as a colloquialism seldom found in formal writing, although its frequent usage in popular song lyrics is one argument for more general acceptance in writing.[citation needed] During the nineteenth century, with the rise of prescriptivist usage writers, ain't fell under attack. The attack came on two fronts: usage writers did not know or pretended not to know what ain't was a contraction of, and its use was condemned as a vulgarism — a part of speech used by the lower classes.[6] Perhaps partly as a reaction to this trend, the number of situations in which ain't was used began to expand; some speakers began to use ain't in place of is not, have not, and has not.[citation needed] Ain't would solve one logical problem of English grammar; it would serve as a useful contracted inverted form in the question "Ain't I?" Many prescriptivists prefer "Aren't I?" in this situation; (the Hiberno-English and Scottish English form Amn't I? follows other patterns), and for speakers of non-rhotic accents this may only be a baroque spelling of one possible pronunciation of the eighteenth century an't. Ain't is also obligatory in some fixed phrases, such as "Say it ain't so" and "you ain't seen nothing yet" (though for the former, "Say it isn't so" is also sometimes used). Under grammatical analysis of some dialects of nonstandard English, such as African-American vernacular English (AAVE), use of ain't is in fact required in some conditions. In AAVE, ain't is used as a substitute for hasn't in certain past tenses. Thus, one would say "she ain't called me" for "she hasn't called me". Ain't is also found to be a stereotyped word for most peoples from the south-eastern United States, and is commonly used in most casual conversational settings (see also Y'all). Modern usage notes in dictionaries note that ain't is used in a self-conscious way by some speakers and writers for a deliberate effect: what Oxford American Dictionary describes as "tongue-in-cheek" or "reverse snobbery", and what Merriam-Webster Collegiate calls "emphatic effect" or "a consistently informal style". An example of this effect would be "Ain't ain't a word so I ain't gonna say it". Most prescriptive usage writers continue to condemn use of the word in an unselfconscious way, but it is proper English if used in the correct manner. Whoa.... now my head hurts. ??? |
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Topic:
Scars
Edited by
sensualsweet
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Wed 02/04/09 01:53 PM
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TBI at 21, coma 3 months, had to relearn everything again. Not sure what TBI is ... but I'm sure your ordeal was a long hard road, not to mention what you've lost in memories. My heart goes out to you and your overcoming the odds. Also, if you weren't so far away, and maybe a little older, I'd hit on you... you sexy hunk of male flesh.... just flirting. |
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Topic:
Scars
Edited by
sensualsweet
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Wed 02/04/09 01:42 PM
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Our mother made most of our clothes, so we stood out like a cooked lobster at a salad bar. We were picked on, but I ignored it. School was a piece of cake compared to the crap at home.
I always befriended the outcasts and reached out to them. I was more or less in the middle... some popular friends, some geeks - nerds, whatever they were called back then. I think I still do that today... reach out to the downtrodden and help if I can in some way. I don't however, choose that characteristic in a mate. But I usually befriend the people with few friends and I almost always root for the underdog. My main point is that as I was growing into adulthood, I found that my having a sense of humor was my saving grace. Being able to make people around me laugh seemed to distract them from the negative tendencies and we were all much better off because of it. So I tend to consider humor a good friend and a great distraction in some situations. I remember walking home from school and feeling the knots and grinding fear in my gut worsen with every step toward home. I would look around and see the happy kids around me excited to be going home... and I could not understand why I wasn't happy to be going home. Also, school was my sanctuary. It validated me and the grades I earned were the only positive confirmation I had that I'd done something right or well. My heart goes out to anyone who has suffered and did not have the Norman Rockwell depicted childhood. And congrats to those who've persevered. |
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Topic:
Scars
Edited by
sensualsweet
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Wed 02/04/09 01:07 PM
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I guess since y'all are willing to bear all, I can do the same.
My sister and I were both physically, emotionally, and sexually abused by our stepfather. Very violent childhood. Mother always working or on business trips. We were left in the care of our step Dad. Back then, we didn't talk of such things and it didn't come out until we started dating. My birth father was an alcoholic. We were raised strict Catholic, so it was our faith that helped us through it. I don't follow the Catholic faith for various reasons mostly attributable to my childhood experiences. I have somehow mentally blocked out a lot of the abuse, but not all of it (especially the later years). But my sister remembers so much more than I do. I think my childhood is why I don't like fighting or confrontation. Probably why I work so hard at pleasing my man. I know it is why I will not remain in an abusive relationship. I had no control over it as a child, but I vowed to myself that I would not live under abusive conditions once I did have control over my own life. In middle school, I could not have male teachers because my fear of men at the time was interfering with my focus in class. When I started dating, I forced myself to come to grips with that issue... and I'm proud to say that I am no longer afraid of men or men's hands. Don't worry, I've been checked out by counselors, psychiatrists, etc. during marriage counseling... they say that they are surprised I'm sane, but that I am... and I am amazingly well-adjusted. My sister does have more issues with it than I do. But to this day, I can't stand the smell of Old Spice cologne or the smell of Cashews on someone's breath. And the sound of a belt slapping quickly through the loops when being removed sends me (in my mind) to a corner to cringe and cower. Thanks for "listening" |
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well i have to say i dissagree with you... call it baggage if you like.. im in the same boat with the part tine job.. but i dont consider it baggage... but i am the type that wants to give it all to a realationship, for relationships take work.. and giving... and right now i dont have that to give and its not fair for both partys.. for i need to take care of myself before i bring someone else into a relationship.. as i wish they would do for me...until i feel good about myself its not fair to bring someone else into it.. JMO Thanks, Buttons... for all the encouragement. And the point here is a good one. But it seems that now, more than ever, I just need someone to hold me... someone to lean on. Is that so bad? I know I will get out of this slump, but it would be nice to have someone around to keep me company. I would never place my burdens on someone else, but it is true that when two people care for one another, they share troubles and woes. You are right on that one. |
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The truth is that you have to look thru all the dents and rust in their armor; straight into their heart , to find them! Shiney isn't all it's cracked up to be. Besides, it might be fun and even sensual polishing up that old, worn armor to a nice shine. Yes, there are 'Knights In Shining Armor'...Back in 1988, my Knight (for 3 years) rode up in a RED MUSTANG. So, it's not always a white horse, it could be RED or any other color. An unforgettable and warm memory. Just thought I'd add this... Yes, it could be a "horse of a different color" Just ask the wizard!!! |
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Topic:
Recollections of Drunkeness
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My dad and brothers definitely taught me old adage: An Irish man is never drunk as long as he can hold onto 2 blades of grass. They would know... Yes, but what's he doing crawling around in the grass??? Hum? |
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Topic:
Is there no limit
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OH, I get it now... A CONSPIRACY...
Y'all are telling them to contact me... No wonder I've been plagued by these ying yangs. |
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Topic:
Recollections of Drunkeness
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Another time, I went out with a couple of fellow Navy wives... we were supposed to be going shopping for Birthday Cake and party supplies for another Navy wife... but my companions decided to stop at a bar. I reluctantly joined them since I didn't want to wait in the car. I had things planned for that day... housework, making dinner, etc.
Anyway, when I got up to call my husband from a pay phone, (cuz they wouldn't let me call him and took my cell phone), they switched my drink at the bar. It took me a few sips before I realized it didn't taste right. I was so pissed off at them. They were just trying to loosen me up. I loved them both as we were a great circle of friends (3 couples), but those two women were drunks, so I kept a respectable distance when they were partying. That day, their ploy worked to get me in the car with them... and then I was basically their captive. I get this kind of crap a lot because I choose to limit my alcohol intake and keep my wits about me. But people say I'm so cute and hilarious when I drink, so they try to get me drunk. They've tried various tactics... so I no longer trust women who drink around me. Can ya blame me? |
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Topic:
Recollections of Drunkeness
Edited by
sensualsweet
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Wed 02/04/09 08:16 AM
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The last time (2004) I drank too much was when a new group of "friends" played a cruel "joke" on me.
I'd met a guy and we'd been dating for a little while, still getting to know each other. We'd begun to fall for one another and his young daughter and I were forming a precious bond... he was a widower. He invited me to go out with a group of friends one night and I accepted. I didn't want to get drunk and be an embarrassment, or do anything I'd regret, so I paced myself. I drank Cap'n & Coke, but would order straight Coke every other drink or so. Unbeknownst to me, one of the wives was switching my Coke for her husband's Cap'n & Coke so he wouldn't get sloppy drunk. I was enjoying the live entertainment and didn't realize what was happening. I got up to use the restroom and it all hit me suddenly. I had to be carried out to the car (from the restroom). By the time we got back to his place, I was violently ill and it was coming out of both ends as I tried to get to the bathroom as fast as I could. He was cleaning up behind me and I was so ill. It took me the entire next day to recover and I missed the BBQ that afternoon. After not hearing from him for a few days, I called and eventually found out he didn't want to see me anymore. He claimed he was still not over his wife's death. But I think it was that night that did it. |
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Topic:
Recollections of Drunkeness
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Because I don't drink much or often, back in my much younger days, when and if I did drink... I usually became verrrrrrrry seductive. The alcohol washed away all (well, most of) my inhibitions and numbed my Christian beliefs.
My system can't handle the alcohol and if I drink now, even just one beer or glass of wine or champagne will have me tipsy and giddy. People like to try to get me to drink more cuz they say I'm so cute and even funnier when I drink. But I do my best to refrain or at least limit the amount I drink. The effects it has on my system for days afterward are enough deterrant for me now. Now I'm usually the DD if they can talk me into actually going with them. I could tell you some great stories of some of those times I drank when I was in my 20's though. |
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Topic:
Recollections of Drunkeness
Edited by
sensualsweet
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Wed 02/04/09 07:49 AM
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Burp.
Don't know... it all went down the toilet that night. Actually, I'm just being silly, it's my warped sense of humor... I just can't control it. Besides, I really don't drink that often or that much. And can't say that I ever drank enough to not remember what I did the night before. I know I drank enough sometimes to not be proud of what I did the night before. |
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Damn, da dam dam..... DAMN!!
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Nudge me.
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Sometimes I'm tired and I'll get on here and look around, check out the threads, then want to turn in for the night. If I someone comes along during my browse, I may just "Match With Him" to send a hint of interest. Then maybe later when I'm more into it or have more energy, I might revisit that "Match" and send an email... But I may also get a response from them.
It's no different than casting a smile or a sexy glance in a cute guy's direction while out and about. Because we don't have that initial first glance or smile, the Winks, Woos, Nudges, Matches, etc. are simply opportunities to send a glance or a hint that you are interested. I think it's just another option we have to break the ice and flirt since we lack that face to face chemistry that usually sparks a date or romance. JMO |
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I have found in my experience as a human and as a therapist, that most people are selfish a$$holes. Don't let the bastards burn ya! Beausant! I am fortunate for having the uncanny ability to rejuvenate after 24-48 hours. I don't usually stay down for long... But man, when it rains, it pours. I've spent all evening so far, deleting and blocking whatever contact outlet these guys have to me. I swear there must be something in my profile that resembles a target. |
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Not takin a firm stand there, hey? |
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Edited by
sensualsweet
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Tue 02/03/09 04:19 PM
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In a heartbeat!
And his little dogs too!! |
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