While you SCREAM at your woman, there's a man wishing he could talk softly into her ear. While you HUMILIATE, OFFEND and INSULT her, there's a man flirting with her & reminding her how wonderful she is. While you HURT your woman, there's a man wishing he could make love to her. While you make your women CRY there's a man stealing smiles from her. Post this on your wall if you're against Domestic Violence !!
I'm a proud mother of 2 adorable sons. I couldn't have asked for anything better. They are definitely "Momma's Boys"!
Just here to see what folks are up to. This is as good a place as any. Wouldn't mind gaining a few new friends while I'm here. I'm pretty much open minded so strike up a conversation if you like as I'll usually do the same thing. Just don't weird me out that makes me EVIL! Hmmmmm I like to do all sorts of things. My passion is Music. You can always find me listening to tunes. I was raised on all different kinds but I'm a HardRock/Metal fiend !,,! !,,!
I love historical romances novels. The "Witching Hour" by Anne Rice is my favorite fiction novel. My favorite movie is "Queen of The Damned" (the soundtrack is kickazz too)
Anything else you'd like to know just ask ... Thank you for stopping by
DaffodilsI wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed--and gazed--but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth
Free LoveBy all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world. But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs, and thou keepest me free. Lest I forget them they never venture to leave me alone. But day passes by after day and thou art not seen. If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love. Rabindranath Tagore