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haha sorry G, obviously its been awhile since i've checked this thing...and i randomly got an email saying someone had asked me a question. never actually got the email before. weird.
anyway, vacay is way over and you already know what i did...but for those that don't...the first week i worked my other jobs and the second i hung out at the pool everyday with friends and went to the beach with boo! it was a great ending to my two weeks off! -
well thank you thank you and thank you
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aw thats so sweet! thank you!
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dog bowls, toys, leashes, and even baggies of hair from my boys that passed. i can't do it no matter how much time goes past. the bowls aren't even clean....but they are my babies even in death.
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wow. i can't pick just one. but the first that comes to mind is coming out. weird i know since it was actually a pretty trying time. but it truly is the happiest. i am me...no matter what anyone else thinks or says and it feels absolutely amazing!
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Well, I'd like to think I haven't missed that opportunity as of yet. I know I don't blog much, but I do enjoy writing anything from love stories to smut to randomness. I have written essays for fun and Boo is convinced that I will become a famous author one day. I laugh but I think its more of a nervous laugh. You see, Boo feels things. As in like a sixth sense sort of thing. She can read your energy and "hear" or feel the things that you are feeling. She has predicted ALL of her siblings babies' sex as well as our friends...and has been 100% everytime. She can sense things that some otehrs can't. So when I say I laugh nervously, its because while I do not believe in myself, not only does Boo believe in me, but she senses and feels something that I do not when it comes to my writing. I don't know what makes me more nervous, the thought that she can do this, or the thought of me being a writer....
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Fly. Totally. Beach and lake water totally freak me out so I wouldn't need that ability as it would go to waste. But to fly would be....amazing. It would be used frequently. Like every day to and from work!
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Since I have absolutely no desire to go to the store this evening in the pouring rain,I'd probably make salmon, alfredo, and salad. There isn't much pasta to make a whole meal by itself so we'll go with those three so that theres just enough food to make the tummy happy.
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Genuine. Sensitive. Faithful.
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That depends on my mood. If you open my closet door, aside from the abundance of shoes you would see so many different types of clothes. From my sexy nighties (yes I hang them all!) to the crazy number of sgetti strap tops to by business clothes to formals. I love fashion. I have always considered myself to be rather fluid in fashion. In junior high I remember one week I was goth, preppy, skater, and atheltic all in that week. Personaly, I love to dress up but other than work I don't get to do that often. But I guess I'd have to say my style is...still pretty fluid. One day you may see me in work out gear all day and maybe a skirt the next. I wear whats comfortable. What makes me feel sexy and desirable...even if its not to anyone else....
...or even if its a black bra with a white wife beater...I dunno. All I know is that when I do, Boo go *crazy* and I do love to make my girl happy! -
Hmmmm...this is tough because I love all kinds of food. But I love love love love Sushi. I could eat it every day. And cheese....we have to monitor my cheese intake because I would eat a block for every meal if I could. LOL.
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The other day I was belching like crazy (oh I totally think bodily functions and noises are hysterical and have no shame to let them go) and Boo said I needed to start wearing dresses again to turn me back into a girl. We laughed but I also think there's some truth to it. Let me explain.
I was a tomboy growin up and still love some rough and tumble every now and then. I'm not the girl that freaks over a broken nail or chipped polished. And while it has taken years for me to get to this point, I no longer have to wear make up just to leave the house. However, I FEEL VERY different in a skirt and heels than I do in jeans and a tank of shorts and flip flops. Boo is a cutoffs, tie die, and preferably no shoes kinda woman. I am a skirt and heels or sun dress and flip flops kinds girl. So we tend to compromise on attire. BUT, nothing makes me feel sexier, prettier, more beautiful, more FEMME than being in a dress/skirt. I have legs for days and even though I'm not a huge fan of them, they still look good. I wanna show em off. So I think one of the ways I feel truly bring out my femme energy is the way I dress. And for those summer days when Boo prefers me in shorts instead of a sundress (which is the usual way she prefers me), I pair my cargo shorts with a sgetti strap. I guess thats my way to feel feminine when wearing shorts.
Thats the biggest thing I do...I think. But here's some more...without so much explanation. =o)
I'm a shopper...and a bargain shopper at that. And when I do I always look for sweet looks...dainty...feminine.
Make up...at work I wear minimal...really just powder and mascara. But..on the weekends when we go out, even if just to a friends, I always "put on my face". I feel pretty when I wear it all. I feel so girly. And when I feel girly...I act more girly.
I always cross my legs. Even in the car. I was taught in Grammar School (I had to take the class to model) that a lady always crosses her legs.
I am sure there are many things that bring out my femme energy whether I notice it or not.
Let me just say that I FEEL most femme when despite whatever it is I am doing or wearing or how I look, Boo says or does something that reminds me I am femme. Whether its as simple as telling me I am beautiful when I first wake up, or commenting on the way I smell when fresh out of the shower....its the way HER BUTCH energy compliments my own that really brings MY FEMME energy out. -
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Well I have always wanted children. And I have always said I want as many as I am allowed to have. That being said when Boo and I first started talking about kids she said she wanted 9. NINE!!??!!! Um, seriously? Yup...she wanted 9. As the baby of 6 I guess she figured whats 3 more. LOL. I agreed knowing this would not happen. Ever. lol. And after awhile I made her watch Jon & Kate plus 8. HA! Yea..maybe that was a mistake because now its just 1...maybe 2. So, yes we want children and will try in the near future actually. But for now, we are just going to live in the moment and see where life takes us when it comes to how many.
If you could see Boo with Trevor Trebue in person you would know she already is an amazing parent. Our lil four legged boy is the most spoiled and most cared for critter. Ever. But, if you saw how she is with kids...you'd fall in love. Kids are drawn to her energy. They want to be around her and play with her and they look up to her. Hell, she's a big kid herself some times. -
I love everything about Boo...yes, even when she is grumpy/bitchy/makin me crazy, I love that she can do that and still make me want to...ravage her. So I don't know that I can pinpoint something for you. But I do know that moment I realzied I was in love. I was at girls night talking about her to my friends. I was rambling and telling some story about her and I ended it with 'Goad I am so in love with her'. I then proceeded to freak out because I had no control over those words...or feelings. Neither Boo and I thought we were ready for a relationship when we first started dating. Hell we really weren't sure we wanted one. And then all of the sudden we were in one and in love?? Whoa...
But...she has every quality that I have ever wanted in a partner. She's my best friend and my soulmate. My biggest, loudest, cheerleader. Protector. Encourager. She's smart...no brilliant. Wise. Caring. Funny. Intellectual. Athletic. Sarcastic. Sweet. Sexy. Confident. Kind. Just when you think you know her, she totally throws you a curve ball. She is the person that sits and talks to the homeless man for hours, while everyone else crosses the street to pass him. She's the one that cried one day after leaving him, because she was so humbled by this man that CHOOSES to live on the streets. This man that doesn't do drugs or drink. This man that served our country and fought in wars. This Veteran that so many look at with disdain, my Boo looks at with love and admiration. This is the woman that I love.
She has jumped into freezing waters to save a puppy. Barely able to get her AND the puppy back up the steep sides of the creek - both of them soaking wet, tired, and going numb from the cold. This is the woman that I love.
The woman that stands up for what she believes and doesn't back down. The woman that compromises some things because the smile on my face is worth it to her. The woman that cares for, loves, and dotes on her puppy more than most people do their human children.
What made me fall in love her? Everything. Her heart. Her mind. The way she carries herself. The way she looks at me as if I am the only woman in the room. How we can go to a party with a bunch of women that I would kill to look like and then go back home and as I am washing my face and putting my pjs on, she comes up behind me, wraps her arms around me, and says, "I do believe I had the sexiest, most beautiful girl in that whole place."
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I have avoided questions like these for some time. Mainly because if I get one more eye-roll, elbow nudge, or "loving" comment about "first girlfriends" I will puke on teh person and then stomp them into nothingness. That being said, yes she is my first girlfriend.
More so my first serious girlfriend (I had one in junior high but we never labeled it). I have dated women before but in my anti-gay, super Christian , Southern Baptist upbringing...I never dated anyone that knew anyone I did and never more than 3 dates. I refused. I made up excuses. I lied. But to be true to myself meant to burn in hell and lose every friend and family member I had. Not to mention be thrown out of school as I was a private school brat. At least I always thought these things would happen. And some did when I came out. So when I wasn't dating women (or even when I was) I was almost always dating a "good solid Christian boy" and wondering why nothing he could do could make me forget the night before. Even if nothing more than deep conversation happened with said woman, I couldn't get it out of my head. I almost moved to CO thinking the man I was dating could make me happy enough. Yet, every trip, I spent more time talking to my first ever crush (my older sisters best very butch friend) than talking to him. I realized I couldn't run anymore. I broke up with him and came out.
So yes, she's my frist GIRLFRIEND and really my first real love...and that's exactly how I love it. -
This is a loaded question! LOL. Okay no really...
I love coming home to find a wine glass chilling in the freezer, Boo cookin dinner, and Mr. Trebue jumping for attention. Nothing makes the world disappear faster than my family glad to see me home.
Also, I'd be lyin out of my ass if I didn't say some sort of "adult time" as its called in our house! ;o) -
Any day off that Boo has off as well. Since we both work different schedules AND I have 3 jobs, its nice when we get a FULL day with each other.
But, even when we don't Sundays is my favorite. It has always been our family day. We do laundry together and just spend the day with each other as a family. -
NOH8...does it need to be explained really??
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Hmmm, I have goals for this year, but not resolutions (see answer to this question from last week. But something I plan to begin this year is to be more aware of the words I use. It was pointed out to me this weekend that I can be completely oblivious to how my words sometimes come across. And to be brutally honest with myself, I'd have to say its more than sometimes. I can be trying to help, or point out a better/easier/whatever way...but in reality, the person that I am speaking to only hears one thing.
"You're wrong."
I grew up in that kind of enviroment. I could never do anything right, never good enough. So I know where this comes from. Its a difficult thing to change. Something so embedded in your mind and the way you think, that you don't even realize you do it. It is NEVER my intention to make someone alywas feel wrong....to make them feel small and belittled. NEVER. Those that know me, know that knowing I have made someone, ANYONE, feel this way, crushes me. Hearing how I made this person feel over the weekend, my heart is heavy, its broken, and its horribly sad. That isn't the kind of person, mom, partner, friend, or co-worker I want to be. So, somehow, someway, I am going to figure out how to control what I say and be more uplifting instead of seemingly always having to be right.
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