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Pinterest! Suggested to me by my lil' sister Monkey, off her bff Marie.


Heres Mine!
http://pinterest.com/chipmunk/

go make one and image-on away!

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See the idea is find things you love, and pin them to a board. You create the theme name you want and can collect images online. Which is better than what i do, which is overload my comp with them!

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You can do home stuff foods, workout pics, craft ideas. ANYTHING!

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You can follow others, like, re-pin and comment. Go have a blast!

MORE THAN "LOVE"

*I WROTE THIS A BIT AGO IN REGARDS TO MY FEELINGS FOR JACOB, STILL STANDS TRUE FOR MY DEAREST LOVE, MY HEAVEN. NOW, IT GETS INTO DEPTHS OF MY FEELINGS ABOUT OUR LOVE, SO IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE COUPLE STUFF THEN YOU MIGHT NOT WANT TO READ. MY MOTHER FOUND IT PRINTED OFF ONCE, READ IT...AND ADORED IT.*

MORE THAN "LOVE"

This is unfamiliar territory in my life. I’m at a point of absolute devotion and infatuation and just such saturating emotions in my relationship that I find the word “love” doesn’t cover it. I think that the word is over used, commercial, popular, often over stated, dramatized, and usually a jumped to conclusion that fades away.

My situation, part of me feels like it’s completely unique to us. Another part, however, thinks “how truly sad would it be if no one loved as much as we”. I am realistic and I understand that such strong emotions carry a pleasantly but perplexing toxin that vexes ones straight and forward logical understanding of life in comparison. Simply bewitching sweet thick perfume that can wrap you up in the feeling that you own, all of them, even the more deeply felt ones. Wrap you up tight and hugging you warmly in a magical sunrise moment of sheer emotions.

This exceptional ecstasy of thoughts and feeling that create such a deep dark purple hue of seriously concentrated love is flowing like a wild dancing river deep inside me every time I so much as see his face.  When He holds me he quiets the rushing rapids to a tranquil peaceful and elegant shade of summer sky blue. Sparkling and simply dazzling like the ocean that moves in each iris of his passionate caring eyes. Eyes one could more than “get lost in”. Simply a glance is felt through my spine, my flesh, my heart, my soul. A deep stare creates a rabbit hole like wonderland, and I become Alice, forever tumbling in a world of emotions like a strange high that I cannot understand. It’s simply a beautiful madness. But, madness I’d gladly build my home, and forever live gaily in.

His strong tender arms present a comfort, warm and soft like a thick velour blanket I could fall asleep in. Yet strong and very much of a man, liked to those substantial beams of wood that hold up and support the whole house. These arms “build” a beautiful caring strong structured home. One I feel truly safe in.

His heart is like a slow cooked stew. A rich broth of honest devout emotions. A hearty mix of meat and potatoes that can satisfy even the most starved heart, leaving you simply “stuffed” with true love. On top of this, a good for you blend of veggies and herbs, each one representing his good intentions and his need to fix anything that ails you. Like sitting at your bedside and holding you when you cry or no reason. This soup is almost fattening if you add in this incurable desire to spoil and serve me for no reason.

Making love to him, always reaching a higher cloud each time we embrace each other. Helping me to realize the sky is truly endless, as is the perfect heaven I feel, heart pounding, sweat dripping, kissing deeper, when we are one. The lack of words to describe the absolutely awesome moment of  our simultaneous sparkling finish as we rest and smile together blooming, blushing, panting from the sheer magnificence of our accomplishment.

Dreams of him painted on every day, as well the vivid ones that enchant me through the night. Dreams of our plans, our future. Dreams of us growing old together. Dying in each others arms, and then soaring through the cosmos as one for the remainder of our eternity. Dreams of him, dreaming of me.

Oh how sweetly he sleeps. Many moments I have spent watching him sleep. Even photographing it, as though it might be the last time I get to see it.

How does one thank somebody for this? How would I show appreciation for giving me this extensive, eternal, deep, perfect gift of love, and beyond? For giving me beautiful sunrises and sunsets in my future? Celebrations with families’ together, embracing, arm in arm, simple meals, lavish romantic dinners, moments, dates, nights cuddled togthers, mornings waking up tangled together, or just arms to fall into? How I ask shall I thank him?

All I can do, I suppose, is spend eternity giving all this back to him within my ability. Nay, beyond, for he deserves no less than (more than) perfection.

~ Forever HIS~

Elena Diane Wright

(Lani D.)

Blanketing The Fog

What is the truth?

Is it possible that maybe the movie "The Matrix" was on the right track? Could our world be a blanket of thick fog set before our eyes to distract us, to limit what we see, what we know?

The other night, I had a dream of which I can find no image to assist in illustrating. Well, less a dream as a vivid flash of a vision blindside me while shutting my eyes to try to relax and fall asleep. It was quick, with no rem nits after my eyes open, nor upon re-shutting them. 

A veil or dark sheet being pulled over my eyes. Almost like I closed my eyes in time to just catch the end of the act, just in time to see the pale hand and blackish purple covering. Like a creepy night. Though the vision was fleeting, the eery feeling and questions were not. 

I am rational enough to realize that the likliehood the actual vision means anything is not great. What IF we were being controled, or mislead. What if our reality is NOT what the world is around us. Is our whole understanding of life wrong or false? 

Is it feasible that an event like we are always "waiting on" has already happened and the destruction or defeat has already taken place? Could we be being controlled in order to obtain some specific goal? Contain rioting, anarchy, or something else? Or even less along the lines of the "Matrix" movie, is it more suddle? Are we simply being lied to on a grander scale in our own reality? With the distractions of technology and stress of modern day life, how could anyone have time to notice any of this?

But, at some point, the lies must come falling down. At some point the truth will be revealed. And the shock to our society will be massive! as the world they thought they knew, its history, stories, idols, wars, all crumble in their hands. 

While I must warn you, I am prone to conspiracy theories on occasion. I am NOT a nut job with them, believing ANY crack pot theory thrown in my face. I am not sure I believe the one surrounding Obama. (video below) I do believe there is something going on behind the scenes with our government, something has been for so many years now. And I have a feeling its probably NOT GOOD. Less fantastic than they might try to convince us all it is. 

I would not be shocked if there was a "one world government" as prophesied, in the works. It be fitting to a few other things popping up lately. Its not uncommon, in fact its often, that LIES will hide themselves within TRUTH.

Like this show, "Ancient Aliens". Lets examine that briefly. Quite a few people would readily dismiss all as lies, giving no credence to anything that comes from the mouth of the "Ancient Astronaut Theorist". I however see that there is LIKELY to be a sweet and sour mix of both truth and lies. Truth is a Lie's best disguise. With its own face, It would get no where. 

I think that that is how EVERYTHING should be thought of, PART TRUTH, PART FICTION. Why? Because HUMAN INTERACTION with everything you "hear" or "learn". Humans LIE, and puff up the truth. After years of humans spreading the same information, shouldn't you expect that.....the water might be dirty since everyone's bathed in it? I THINK SO! 

I think that there are big pieces to our puzzle missing. Ones we might not get back, and others that will be so numerous, we might be crushed upon the receiving of them. I think that everyones searches for the truth, wants it so badly. Its in our nature to. But what if this truth screwed up your whole life, messed with your whole reality. Maybe even your loved ones, your house, food, EVERYTHING. 

Ask yourself, which pill would you take?

Would you allow your eyes to be opened to reality, which could be devastating. Or would you rather wrap yourself up in your warm comfortable blanket of lies and hide from the truth?

I, myself, have trouble saying "yes" to possible crippling devastation and mental anguish! Simple point, its bad, negative, ICKY. So why thrust yourself into it? Knowledge. Its the "knowing", the need to know the truth. They say truth sets us free, and it may feel that way. But it is possible the truth could reveal that we are not at all free, that we are doomed to be slaves or worse. It could be a nightmare waiting for you. A dream devouring nightmare world. But still, how do you say "no" to THE TRUTH?

Just a few thoughts. Take them as you will. Or don't take them at all. The choice is yours. In your mind, you are always free. In your mind, you can seek out truth, and fight back.

LD

I Married Three Men

The 3 men of which I speak? Their names are all "Jacob". 

Explain? OF COARSE!

When you marry, there is a few lines in there summing up the whole "through various goods and bads". Well, this includes the many, or lack of, faces of who ever you are wedding yourself to. 

My husband has three. I'll go through them quickly. Then explain.

- Adult Jacob

- Grandpa Jacob

- Baby Jacob

All three swirl into one man. Only one making an appearance at a time. 

ADULT JACOB

This would be about as close to a "middle ground" as you get with my hubby. I more often see this side when he has on his "serious pants" or is around his family or certain people. When there is some form of "effort" involved, this Jacob shows up to get the work done. Neither grumpy or happy, just there to do the deed.

next is......

GRANDPA JACOB

"Mister grumpy britches", side of my husband. He turns into a grumpy irritable, sometimes less rational, version of my hubby. Ready to get in peoples faces or throw rocks at children if things get in his way or piss him off. Breaking things, yelling, and bird fingers accompany this Jacob in more extreme situations. 

He told me today when grocery shopping (always brings out grandpa in him) "You better live my whole life, because your the only one who keeps me sane enough to not maul over all these people with my cart!" Due to us being at the lesser of the two wally worlds in our area, and people there move slower than snails, rudely blocking isles and bumping into you while there children run a muck.

This Jacob is appears less and less this past year. He seems to be going into retirement lately, which I'm perfectly okay with. I think its my learning to adapt and work with Jacobs moods that helps him get over his frustrations. His grandpa side in stressful situations is being replaced with "Adult Jacob" swooping in and handling them instead. I'm very proud. 

lastly, my fave!


BABY JACOB

My "cute lil' stinker" husband. Twisted as it may sound, this is the best fitting, and most preferred pairing. I go into "mother" mode, and Jacob is a big ol' adorable sweet cute and naughty lil' imp. Sneaking up to scare me any chance he gets, purposing going out of his way to throw things on the floor all the while giggling under the covers while I clean the same mess three times over (he will keep it up a few times). Knowing that all he has to do is go "but wane-uh..." and pout his lip and look at me with his big eyes and all is forgiven. At most he gets a spanking. Oh yes, I spank my hubby. I punch his butt sometimes because spanking do nothing, even that he giggles over though. Its all kinda a big "game". 

My cutie pie has some desire to be both "wifed" and "mothered". He needs it, and I work with him to give him whatever he needs. Teaching him life lessons and society rules he has not yet learned. Even simple ones like saying "bless you" after a person sneezes. He has gotten so use to that one, now he gets upset if he is not blessed. There are still lessons for him to learn, and all the time in the world for me to spoil him rotten. Oh yes, ROTTEN! MY HUSBAND IS A UBER BRAT, by my own hand. I've created a monster, but his powers of cute outway any reasoning of mine. Besides, lets be honest, I LOVE IT!

This is my cuddley lil' stinker husband. Who snuggles with me for hours, sings me cute songs, and talks me into all sorts of things via his cutie pie-ness. This is one of my favorite of the three. 

But all three combine to make my sweet, loving, bestest buddy, and lover, loyal, caring, strong, sexy, and unique hubby! who is irreplaceable! 

LOVE THAT MAN! 

As well as his many sides. He is kinda like the seven dwarves, but more. Playful, funny, angry, lazy, stinker, loving, cuddly, hyper, social, talkative, grumpy, sleepy, giving, bratty, sexy, strong, and happy.