I dated a nice boy. Once. He opened car doors and brought me donuts on Saturday. He wore khaki pants and golf shirts. Had a retirement plan and took good care of his parents. When he kissed me the first time, I almost fainted. From boredom. And then he sweet talked me. In baby talk."Why can't you just find a nice guy and settle down?" She said to me, slurping her McCoffee.....
"Lemme tell you why" I giggled . Remembering.
I like to have fun. I like to laugh til I cry and cry til I laugh. I like to dance. Low and fast. Touching and no touching. In the streets and in the rain. I like to dress up and dress down. I like to be shocked and to be rocked. I like to be IN LOVE and I love to be liked.
I believe in butterflies.....
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I want what you want. Is it out there?
Lol... yeah, we always have said 'Just Give Me Peace' but really anymore I notice we keep saying 'I just wanna have fun' maybe because we have finally learned that having fun is usually pretty peaceful.
As far as the 'nice guy' thing goes, I settled down and married the good guy, only to find out that he was really just good at pulling wool...
Here's to F-U-N...
Bring your tamborine & meet me on the porch ... we'll eat fresh oysters & dance to the sound of history...
ILYSVFM!
Electric.....Oh, I sooo believe so....It's just a matter of the right things happening at just the right moment for that fateful "by chance" meeting to happen! And we have to believe, long enough and strong enough, to not settle for less when it comes butterflyin' by!
Sisterlove....LOL! Well, of course! Just Give Me Peace , a Mich light, some dusky tin roof blues, a crickety wooden makeshift dance floor, a Martini Moon, and let's laugh..... And sometimes, just sometimes, we are meant to idle our time away, spin some days weaving non sensensical spider webs, how else would the butterfly effect keep us occupied just long enough to land us at this moment, the here and now!ILYSVVFM!
Peace~love,
Believe, people
I believe in butterflies too! It's just that they can be so flighty.
I'm with you on this one, lady, you know that I am. And, I was with you on the one that you deleted ;) I was gonna respond, but you ditched it a'fore I could, but I've done that before, too, second thoughts. And some I never published till waaaay past the latest one, so nobody really sees it, lol. I do understand this, all... kids, ya know?
Love and Peace...
boring kisses?
ohmygod--that's much worse than enjoying your own company!
Lol @ KJ's comment!
'Enjoring you own company'...
I Love It!
Oh how that makes two of us. Butterflies, ftw.
suchacoolcat...LOL! Well, I have to say, now that you said it out loud, they may just be the very reason I'm crazy about them.....They spin on their heels in midair, dip, dive, linger, bounce, dance....yeah, flighty! How cool is that? :)
Shimmerings....Oh I knew in the typing, you were with me on this one....It is what it is, once you've ever ever gotten a glimpse of it...And somehow, you just can't go back to "it's OK"... And thank you for the words on the disappearing post....I just had to get it out of my system....saying the words out loud....Just Give me Peace....
KJ....LOL! And the worst part is, he totally didn't know it! Shame on me for kissin' and tellin;....
Skinny....:)
Orhan....Clink!
Peace~love everyone
Friday's are for dancing~
Not all the nice guys out there are bad kissers ;)
Here's to sugar which is never too far from the spice rack... ;)
Flamenco love to you sister of the flame,
Maithri
give me that spirit of life that joie de vivre nothin too easy ..sk
There's a lot of peace in not settling.
Butterflies are always truly free,
and always work without a net.
I believe in majic... part of that majic has to do with materializing your thought... or, as you did, putting it in writing. It's a powerful thing. And sometimes ya just gotta get it outta ya.
I love my kids. They are the product of the screwed up life that I lived, and which they were a part of, growing up. I tried to hang in there, with their dad. We finally split (the last time) when the eldest was 17 and the younges was 12, but by then they had already been subjected to their dad's having tried to kill himself a few times, and when they were too young to remember, the result all of this had on me. I was an emotional prisoner for years, since he tried to off himself at least twice, and made me aware of his efforts in that direction yet a 3rd time. That's a form of emotional blackmail, one way or another. I was exposed to violence and eventually became emotionally sick, myself, I believe, though was quite unaware of it... just that my peaceful way of living had been hi-jacked, early on, and I got stuck there until I just didn't care, anymore, if he lived or died, I was dying. I just wanted PEACE? My kids aren't bad kids, but the eldest lives chaos (nothing drastic, just chaotic) though he has 3 beautiful kids that I adore, and I think he may have some challenges due to having had brain cancer twice... the youngest just thinks it's still party time, but he gets out of bed and puts on his tie every morning... but he's not financially independent... anymore than I am. I want so much for them, and I grieve what I cannot do for them, and for what I gave to them... which is a sense of disorder. I still want for my eldest to finish high school, though he is 30 years old. I still want for my youngest to finish college, but he just doesn't seem to be able to straigten up and fly high. I think we are always mothers to them... we always have regrets... we always feel responsible...we always have hopes and dreams for them... how do we teach them how to dream? How do we teach them how to realize their dreams, when we have such difficulty realizing our own?
Ha! How come nice boys can't get a little tongue goin'?
Maithri....Oh, you're so right sweet friend! And I'm on a roll, preaching to the sky.....
life is short,
and if we're not livin' it,
we're losin' it!
Clink! to the sugar and the spice!
Sandy.....That's it! I want a day in the backyard to be a day at the circus, a dip in the pool to be an endless day in the ocean, a night on the dancefloor to be Cinderella's first night out, I wanna live...
love...
laugh!
Babs...Amen, sister! I look around and see the vacant eyes of "settled" everywhere.....
Butterflies backed into a corner....Wish I could wiggle my nose and send the Peace Pixies out to wriggle them free!
Peace~love my friends
It's a day worth livin'!
Shimmerings......
" how do we teach them how to dream?".... One sentence and you truly have captured it all. We teach them to talk, walk, climb, ride, build sandcastles and paper airplanes, to balance checkbooks and change the oil in the car....But we can't teach them to dream? To Believe hard enough in themselves or the world or magic to chase those dreams? How many times in our lives, has the very only thing that kept us going, was the MAYBE that tomorrow might bring.....
I know, sweet Friend, I know....
Wishing for yours, what I wish for mine....Peace....
Much Love to you, our southern Soul Sister
Scott....LOL! Really, I do believe in nice guys and happened to be surrounded by an Army of them! I was just kiss and tellin' on one from a long time ago!
I really like this one.
But, you know,nice guys like to be shocked and rocked, too.
And the dancing...
Yup!
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