Spanishbelle’s BodyBlog

Kids are like boomerangs.  My step-daughter is back.  She adopted a dog, a little bastard called Jack at Christmas time.  Her not so little bastard is back with her.  He’s smart, puts my pure breed to shame, but he’s still a dog and still sheds and she STILL talks to him like he’s a baby.  That’s her child and I smacked his ass yesterday when he jumped on my bed.  She was not happy and neither was I.  She has tried to make me a grandma due to the dog….hell no.  In the end she has herself together, will be graduating ahead of schedule and she’s off to the next chapter of her life.  Her journey and the young lady she’s become has been quite beautiful to witness.

As for my step-son who is 25, he’s somewhat back.  His story is different from my step-daughter.  He’s lost a good 5 years to mental illness.  After many attempts he was finally committed and diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia.  He was always hell on wheels, thought he was just being a "guy."  It’s been a long hard road.  For so long he was a shell, nothing but a shell of the boy I knew, the man he was becoming.  I lose my patience with him sometimes.  Meds, mood swings and all, it’s a roller coaster ride and the hard cold fact is that his condition is a life sentence for him and our family. 

Believe it or not, the 16 year old is coasting.  Whew!  As for the 9 year old, well, I’ve survived my first kid flick of summer.  Kung Fu Panda.  Panda kicked some butt and never lost weight!  LOL.  His training methods were also unique.  Wonder if that would work with people.  Yes, you can have the cheesecake, you have to catch me first!  I’m traveling and he is now doing a football camp.  I met some Cowboys.  Funny thing is, I’m not a fan and so this one guy came up to me a couple of times making conversation.  Another guy asked if I was staying, maybe we could spend some time together is what he ended up saying.  A dad pulled me over and said, "Do you know who you were talking to?"  Shook my head no.  He laughed and filled me in.  Interesting.  And so I wonder about jocks, their lives, their wives, their groupies.  Is it really that easy?  "Do you like football?"  "Yes," I replied, "It’s my favorite nap time." 

"THEY" say, "What you don’t know won’t hurt you."  Seriously?  What if it could set you free?  Provide some clarity for you?  Put you on the right path?

"THEY" say, "Love conquers all."  Seriously?  I’m still waiting.

"THEY" say, "Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me."  Seriously?  It’s all a shame, don’t you think?

"THEY" say, "Better to be safe then sorry."  Seriously?  I’d be sorry playing it safe all the time.

"THEY" say, "Forgive and Forget."  Seriously?  To forgive for the sake of peace, your peace, yes.  Forget?  If you’ve truely forgiven, is it necessary? 

"THEY" say, "No white shoes or linen garments before Memorial Day or after Labor day"  Seriously?  I live in south Texas, it’s been 80 degrees for Christmas at times!

Thing is, I don’t know who "THEY" are!  I don’t know if I like them.  "THEY" must move on.  

Seven New York City bartenders were asked if they could nail a woman’s personality based on what she drinks. Though interviewed separately they concurred on all almost all counts.  The results:

Drink:  Beer

Personality:  Casual, low-maintenance; down to earth.

Your Approach:  Challenge her t a game of pool.

My love for erotica books began at a young age.  After my Big "O" in 4th grade, well, I was always in search of that feeling.  How to, let’s say, reproduce it.  My father was an avid reader and he still is.  There were many Louis L’Amour western books to take my pick from.  However, this one particular book caught my eye.  Maybe it caught my eye because it appeared as if someone tried to hide it.  Maybe the color of it, a pale blue, brought it to my attention.  Or maybe, just maybe I have a nose for those things I should stay away from but don’t.  And so, I pulled the book from where it sat and slowly opened it and a new world opened up to me.  "He sat her forcefully on the kitchen counter, pushed her panties to the side and rammed into her.  He was hungry and only she could satisfy his hunger."   I was hooked!  Every chance my parents were away I went into their stash of dirty little secrets.  This went on for a while, then one day, I was busted!  My father could not make eye contact with me for the longest time, my mother was furious, but never mind that the damn books were trashed!  So what was a horny girl who loved to READ do?  This little filly checked out the library. 

Harlequin books, Danielle Steele books, many other books…sex, sex, sex.  It’s where I learned to make the mind and kitty connection.  It’s where I learned if you let water run on your good girl, good things will come.  I also learned if you humped a pillow, more good things will come.  Needless to say, you should read what your children are reading!  I’m in search of a new hot read.  There’s something to be said about books containing sweaty lusty sex, affairs and murder.  They put a smile on your face and can be quite inspiring….might keep you coming back.