Part two
Okay, let's see if I can pick up where I left off last week.
Our basement dweller.... People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When we invited her into our home, we were helping her. When she moved in, she was helping us. We were going thru some growing pains at that time. I really looked forward to going home from work, going downstairs, and being able to just sit back and have somebody to talk to. In the short time she was with us, I felt very close to her. Unfortunitly, after she left us, I let something as stupid as money come between us.
There's a special little Squirt in my life right now. Okay, for those of you that know me, I'm the type that just kinda likes to bump around and take things as they come. My Squirt has taught me that, although I may not always put much thought into what it is that I do, there is a lot behind what I do. She has made me stop once in a while to think about, not only how I play, but more importantly, the energy that comes along with my type of play. She has helped to make me a stronger domminant. I can only hope I've helped her learn as much about herself as she has helped me learn about me.
There is one more girl I want to mention for now. I remember one night while I was working the door in Cleveland. She came walking up the parkinglot, WOW!!! What a sight. And she wouldn't even give me the time of day. Well, now she'll give me the time of day. LOL And more even. I believe she is a truely good person. I think she carries around a bunch of skellitons that she needs to learn how to let go of. I am proud of her for, she is letting people in. Just remember, it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.
Okay, I'm done for now. For the people I have mentioned, I'm sure I could do an entire post for each one of you. Who knows, maybe someday I will. For those of you I didn't mention, know that my brain is a scary place, and it flits from place to place and personto person. I often think of all the people that have touched my life. I even still think about my kindergarden teacher from time to time.
Screw the typos.....
Our basement dweller.... People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When we invited her into our home, we were helping her. When she moved in, she was helping us. We were going thru some growing pains at that time. I really looked forward to going home from work, going downstairs, and being able to just sit back and have somebody to talk to. In the short time she was with us, I felt very close to her. Unfortunitly, after she left us, I let something as stupid as money come between us.
There's a special little Squirt in my life right now. Okay, for those of you that know me, I'm the type that just kinda likes to bump around and take things as they come. My Squirt has taught me that, although I may not always put much thought into what it is that I do, there is a lot behind what I do. She has made me stop once in a while to think about, not only how I play, but more importantly, the energy that comes along with my type of play. She has helped to make me a stronger domminant. I can only hope I've helped her learn as much about herself as she has helped me learn about me.
There is one more girl I want to mention for now. I remember one night while I was working the door in Cleveland. She came walking up the parkinglot, WOW!!! What a sight. And she wouldn't even give me the time of day. Well, now she'll give me the time of day. LOL And more even. I believe she is a truely good person. I think she carries around a bunch of skellitons that she needs to learn how to let go of. I am proud of her for, she is letting people in. Just remember, it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.
Okay, I'm done for now. For the people I have mentioned, I'm sure I could do an entire post for each one of you. Who knows, maybe someday I will. For those of you I didn't mention, know that my brain is a scary place, and it flits from place to place and personto person. I often think of all the people that have touched my life. I even still think about my kindergarden teacher from time to time.
Screw the typos.....