Why Women Rule The World!

What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine? Yep. That about sums it up.

And?

works for me 🙂

Awwwww….c’mon! I share my boobies and my coochie with me. What more do they want?

oops! I meant “men”….although I do share it with me, too 🙂

aaw. Cute

That’s pretty funny … I admit I laughed at the incorrect spelling of “your’s,” though! Grammarian … I apologize! Hehe

LOL

That was cute. I hope that you don’t mind me stopping by your diary. I’ve seen your notes on bbtl’s diary. I hope that you’re having a great night.

well we know better, dont we??? anyway, we know how things work, off the bat…hehehe

RYN: Your note made me laugh, thanks for that. *smiles*

LOL!

ryn~I guess I did! I’m sorry! I’ve blocked much from that time from my mind. Reading Red, I never had any doubt you had that side, it’s just that everytime I think of you, I think of wearing hip waders.

Yes, yes we do.

Thank you!!!

Just let me be disappointed and leave it at that. I don’t have a big ego. You don’t know me. And I’ve never told you that you cannot leave me public notes. Ever. That’s on you for assuming I prefer that. Nuff said.

“Just let me be disappointed and leave it at that.” Roger that. “I don’t have a big ego. You don’t know me.” I didn’t say you have a big ego. I’m using the word “ego” as that which is responsible for our pain. “And I’ve never told you that you cannot leave me public notes. Ever. That’s on you for assuming I prefer that.” I didn’t say that YOU prefer private notes, I said -> I <-was getting the feeling YOU may not like my in-depth comments so out of respect to (you) and your comfort and my desire to make a positive impact, I wouldn’t do it any more unless, you invited me. “Nuff said.” Roger that. God bless,

Cute clip….I’m glad you’ve learned this difficult but TRUE lesson so early in life ~wink~ Looks up….ahh….to be misunderstood when only trying to help. God love ya Nunz….you’ve helped me soooo much in my life, much of which I did NOT want to hear…yet needed to. For this I consider you a true friend…and I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Love K 🙂

ryn: So I’m not the only woman who goes from ‘nice and normal’ to ‘basket case’??

My frog won’t work, Nunz. Can you help him out?

LOL! that’s right…We do rule but not without a little help from men 😉

RYN: No contest! Danny all the way. Carrottop is just freakish. And it’s the fact that he’s a recovering disaster area and is so honest about the fact that he’s a recovering disaster area that makes me swoon. Keep in mind, it’s a harmless Hollywood crush. I’m not stupid enough to entertain that sort of disaster in real life. If someone wanted to date me with that sort of history? Um.. pass.

Are you a vegetarian, Nunz? No, those are this year’s babies. They won’t be stew for a LONG time. 🙂

Date is not the word for what I’d do to him in that instance! I’d be doing it all night long tho that’s for sure!

Hey… don’t bare it if you don’t wanna share it. I’m catholic, you know. Blood-letting is foreplay to me.

The short answer is we have no chance. She done tore out my heart and stomped that sucker flat! RYN: Ah, the Mound of Venus. Is there a finer sight in all the world? <{:0)

RYN: Sticky wrinkles???

PS: Wanna picture of my rash? WANKA WANKA.

Ahhh…. there’s my Nunzio! I missed you.

Since beginning “therapy” in all its forms to which I have exposed myself and been exposed, I have believed that the largest benefit of therapy is gaining awareness into “self.” I think, if this is any kind of a breakthrough for me, it’s merely that I have become aware of yet another truth. We CAN “choose” how we feel — i.e. re insoluable problems. HOWEVER, we must first figure that out. My friend who believes we are all just beings of light, says that once we figure that out, and realize we can defer “negativity” away from our light (our selves), everything bad fades away. Period. Poof. Gone. You know, years ago I had this rash on my legs. It didn’t itch or anything. It didn’t hurt. It just left red marks on my skin, which looked like hickies — blood drawn to the surface. I went to the doctor for years, tried every remedy, cream, ointment, soap. The only answer any doctor ever gave me was “everyone gets this once but the body becomes immune and it goes away and doesn’t come back.” Um…. I’d had it for two years, cycling back and back and back. I was upset. Asked, “Why can’t they cure this!” He replied, “There are so many things to spend time and money…

“… researching that DO hurt or itch or kill, that it’s just not important enough to cure little discolorations on the skin of a few people.” ::blink blink:: It finally went away. Right now I have a patch of it on my thigh. I’ve had it for several weeks now. It doesn’t bother me a bit. *nods* I merely found a different solution to my problem. Now, I ignore it. ROFL

GET IT???? Now, I’ll employ that same philosophy to my “insoluble (suddenly I can’t spell insoluable) Red problems.” Cured! I mean, right? LOL ps: I reserve the right to backslide. But only occasionally. And I expect you to kick my hiney when I do. Please, Nunz… KICK. MY. BARE. HINEY.

I DO have some pics up – not in “that” dress – that will come soon – but there is a pic of me nonetheless ; )

Your ho-ho? You wanna put your ho-ho in my nay-nay?

Hey, Nunzio. Do you realize how long it’s been since you’ve told me I’m beautiful and gorgeous and sexy and desirable? Hey… my momma always said if there’s no path laid out in front of you, make your own! *points to the path to Red’s vanity* WALK IT, BRIGHT BOY.

Well I got half of it anyway, better than nothing 😉