Car's blog: "Moving on"

I'm sorry If I'm not skinny enough for you to see my ribs. I'm sorry.. If I'm not pretty enough to be "your girl". I'm sorry... my boobs aren't big enough to "satisfy" you. I'm sorry.. If I'm not a playboy model so I don't act like a porn star for you. I'm sorry.. If i don't have a dream body that turns you on. I'm sorry.. If I'm too short for you. I'm sorry.. If i won't drop down to my knees to get you to like me. I'm sorry.. If my hair isn't just the way you like it. I'm sorry.. If I'm not the "hottest" girl you have ever seen. But most of all... I'm sorry that most guys can't accept a girl for who they really are. Beauty dies with time but a good heart will always be young.

My day was filled with laughter, tears, fun and food. My family and friends surrounded my daughter and I as we celebrated her graduation from High School. People poured in and out of my home like breaths of fresh air, my daughter bouncing into the kitchen to announce yet another "hey mom, look who came by to say hello!" I would turn and sqeal at the giggling smile of another long time friend or long lost classmate of hers that had stopped along the party trail to bid farewell and good luck to her. Its been a long but lovely day. I am glad in a way, that its over. I am so proud of her and happy for her. She has worked long and hard for this day and deserves much praise. I am glad its over because new days are dawning for both us, many changes are still to come, for sure. Also, I am saddened by its coming. I cant say that there will be no more cramming sessions with pig-tailed girls dawning t-shirts and sleep pants to study the ins & outs of mid-evil history quizzes, but surely there will be fewer in college. She wont need me to hover...'Did you finish your math?', 'Did you get that paper back to whatever teacher?' She wont need such an early curfew and probably wont stick well to a slightly later one very well, lol All in all, its been worth the wait, worth the work and well worth the worry. She is a great kid who has accomplished something just as great and I am proud to say I am..... A Proud Mom of a 2007 Graduate!

I've been thinking. I know that its dangerous, but I did it. And I've come to some well founded conclusions. Allow me to vent, if you will. 1) What kind of girl would I be if I allowed every guy that asked, to see my "family only" folder? Now, I admit, the pics arent nudes, toys included, or something illegal. They are however mine. I have my reasons for locking that door and I'll open it when I see fit. Dont like it? Tough. 2) What kind of girl would I be if I agreed to meet every guy that asked, at a motel, paid the bill and stayed the night alone after he left? I have higher standards for myself than that. If it was your daughter doing it, you wouldnt let her sell her self short. Why ask me to? 3)What kind of girl would I be if I treated a man with the level of care and consideration some guys have shown me? If I did that, would you want to take me home to your mother, or just take me to your home? If I was this kind of girl, would I be the one you'd wanna take home to meet your mother? I think not. So, if this is the girl you want me to be, keep wanting. Im better than that. Just because I'm cute doesnt mean I am cheap or easy.

Just sit in your chair, exposed to Me, legs parted. Sit there with your hands on the arm rests, unbound yet forbidden to move. Hold yourself in that position and watch me play with myself mere inches from your face. Here, I will steady you head with my hand, force you to keep your eyes at my waist as I grow harder. I own your body, but more important I own your will. You may look--must look--now that I am hard, but you may not touch, may not kiss, may not even breath on me. Now that I can stand erect without the assistance of a hand, choose: look at my waist and know that I am hard merely to prove you cannot have me now OR look into my eyes and let them tell you with a simple glance that I can have you whenever I choose. Yes, the eyes are easier, aren't they? My hand keeps your chin raised so I can step forward and touch your neck, but you may not break from my gentle grip, may not look down and taste me. You need to earn that privilege, slave. Inspire me. Prove your worth--truly a neverending task--and perhaps you may have a taste. No, keep your hand down. Grip the arm rests if you must, but do not lift your arms as I trace my hardness against your neck. This contact is for my pleasure. You are for my pleasure.

A local newspaper ran a competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line...but the least romantic second line. Here are some of the entries they received: I thought that I could love no other Until, that is, I met your brother. My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: Marrying you screwed up my life. I see your face when I am dreaming. That's why I always wake up screaming Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilting, violets are dead, sugar bowl's empty and so is your head. Oh loving beauty you float with grace If only you could hide your face. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot; This describes everything you are not. I want to feel your sweet embrace But don't take that paper bag off your face. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes - Damn, I'm good at telling lies! My love, you take my breath away. What have you stepped in to smell this way? My feelings for you no words can tell, Except for maybe "go to hell" What inspired this amorous rhyme? Two parts vodka, one part lime

It was Aug 2, 2004. A day that should have been in the "TOP 10" of happiest was already the worst and it was only 9am. I was separated from my husband of 7 years. This was our seventh wedding anniversary in fact. We sat that day, in our favorite cafe and signed HIS divorce papers. I emphasize HIS because I didnt want it, then. He married (and divorced) again. Last I knew he stil ached for her and was trying to make thing different so she'd take him back. Good on them both. I recently found this little ditty and today, as I sit planning the new pages before me, I realized I am moving on. This says it all..... http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?index=best">.. src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i107/tkx92net/myhotcomments9/alex_poem.jpg" border="0" alt="MyHotComments.com : 4,000 Graphics and Pics"> MyHotCommentshttp://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?id=5462">MyHotComments> / HotFreeLayoutshttp://www.hotfreelayouts.com/layouts.php?index=best_myspace_layouts">HotFreeLayouts>