Truth Serum! 50 Truths

Okay let us let a few cats out of their bags! Let us pretend I have drank a truth serum, and am outing myself on some of my secrets. Secrets are not as fun if you do not tell them to people. 

50 Lani Truths:

1. Hubby has to remind me to brush my teeth before bed. 

2. If I run out of chocolate, I turn into a fiend and take it from other peoples stashes.

3. Though I hate onions with a passion, I sometimes still add them to dishes for flavor

4. If I am feeling sick (pukey) I will make myself throw up to alleviate it.

5. I do not shave everyday. Or even every other. 

5. I do not actually wash my hair that often. With curly hair over washing results in dry fluffy frizziness. I wash maybe 2 times a week. 

6. I can be snobby.

7. On that note, I do judge people. 

8. I am currently using "plum" eyeliner as a brow pencil. It looks brown, and I do not wish to pay the cost of a real brow pencil when I have the plum for free. (can you tell?)

9. I can not stand some of the (original) voices to un-dubbed anime. They are irritating.

10. I "re-wear" pj pants and jeans a few times, if clean, before washing.

11. I just about refuse to iron. I hate it! I always use the dryer to get out wrinkles.

12. I will dry a load several times over to stall putting it up.

13. I wash and dry "dry clean only" 

14. (last laundry one i swear) I rarely separate colors. Its only two people the loads would be so tiny! I just wash and dry everything on "delicate". 

15. If i am in trouble with my hubby, I will shamelessly through someone else under the bus to get his anger off me. (i know, terrible) Then, once I am sure he has moved past being mad at me, I "fix" what i caused.

16. I am actually a great but very subtle manipulator. 

17. On that note, my hubby thinks I am unaware of his more obvious attempts at manipulating me. I just play along. 

18. I want sex almost everyday around 11am. 

19. Since getting Mirena, I have had a higher libido. 

20. My first real orgasm ever was with my current husband. I never realized what "type" I was. (Explanation: gyno gal on "the doctors" said there are two types of girls. One with magic spot inside vagina, one with magic spot onside around clit) Apparently I am the second type, but if i stimulate both at once it is so strong i want to literally cry and scream. TMI?

21. I like and value animals above most people and almost all children. 

22. I think rather lowly of people who use the F word. 

23. My opinion on most average republicans is pretty ....well, not great.

24. I put (a decent bit, it takes a couple layers) makeup over my scars on my chest (see below image)

25. On that not, I will "Photoshop" some of my pics. One of the reasons? my keliods on my chest (scars)

26. I like and hate taking group pictures. (like because its like "look I am having fun with friends and actually have a life" but hate because I am actually NOT that photogenic. Only I can get decent pics of myself like with selfies but it still takes multiples to do which is not always an option for group pics)

27. I do not really like the way most pictures of me smiling look. I get what I call "Fred Flintstones" which are the marks or folds, whatever, from your cheeks to your nose when you smile. It draws attention to my nose, which I hate. So most pics I do not smile in. 

28. Men scare me. Any man, any age (over 21) any creed, any race, that I do not know (and some I do) is a threat to me. 

29. Dispite having scars. I like wearing low cut shirts! Mostly, for me.

30. Good truth. I dont stink much. Really. My gas, which i do not often have, rarely ever has a smell or sound, and I do not really sweat much (why I overheat so easy) and even the little I do doesnt stink. I am not sure why some peoples sweat smells and others do not. 

31. I am kinda scared about losing my medicaid and being off my crazy pills

32. I worry about whether or not I could EVER sustain a job long enough with my bipolar issues. 

33. I am considered a "tax break" for jobs due to being "handicapped" and it does not bother me. 

34. I rarely dust stuff above my head. I forget that area exists.

35. Even when I admire what others have a rarely get jealous over anything. But I enjoy playing "jealous" over my hubby (he has a ton of girls flirt with him all the time and call him their present or man or boyfriend). Not to say it is impossible. I can get pretty flutered every now and then when I do get jealous over him. But he is one of very few things I get jealous over. I do not if girls are prettier, or if someone has more money, or better stuff, or a fun life. But it can happen. it is just rare.

36. I am not a very good gamer.

37. I only learned to spell better from texting and autocorrect.

38. I am one of those smartphone addicted people. Seriously. 

39. I do not have tons of friends right now. I actually have become more introverted and less people tolerant in my older years. I love saying hi to strangers and complimenting them and making them smile... but i prefer they stay strangers. Friends can be a lot of work. My hubby takes up so much of my life right now. I just have not got a big need for huge groups of friends.

40. I am not sure that I actually know some of the people on my Facebook. 

41. I finally gave in a few weeks ago and joined SNAPCHAT. I wanted more people to Snapchat with and put my sn up on Instagram. That was a mistake. I got tons of guys from ages 18 to 35 adding me and hitting on me or sending me shirtless pics! I took it off Instagram after that. And had to block and unfollow people.

 42. I do NOT like to tell people my mistakes. Lets be honest, I make them too often. I usually just do what I can to fix or hide them and move on silently. 

43. In case you were unaware, I have one arm. Missing half left. If I could magically grow an arm tomorrow I am not sure I would want to. Because then I would be like everyone else.

44. I have only one issue with having one arm. I cant do my hair.

45. I am very territorial over my name. I do NOT like other people having it.

46. Most Elena's I see are prettier and more successful than me. I am not a very high ranking Elena.

47. I am completely okay with failing or sucking.

48. I have never thought I was ugly or stupid. No matter what happens to me. No matter what people say. I kinda do not value others opinions enough. (well, not over my own anyway) and have been that way just about forever. Even as a kid. 

49. I am a mid level "conspiracy theorist". I think most people are sheep, but I also think a lot of Cons. Theo.'s are nut jobs or gullible. 

50. I refuse to "re-wear" undies or socks. But I will bras. If my undies come off my feet, that is it. They are done. Even if only worn 5 mins. And socks? Once they come off, even after a few minutes, they are done. But bras, as long as not sweat in, I will wear over and over. 

Okay. I think that is enough TELL ALL for now. 

Have a good day!

More Than Love

4 February 2010 

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~

(Lani D. Wrevhn)

Elena Wright Stevens

*** I wrote this after we were married I believe. I found it on one of my many lost blogs. I had put a lot of work and feeling into it so I figured I would post it. ***

Medieval Times Atlanta

These are just a few shots of Jacobs birthday present and dinner this year... MEDIEVAL TIMES. It was really fun and I would def recommend going some time! We had a blast, I only wish I coulda bought more loot than I did.