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It is so hard lately. Since he passed, I am lost. I miss him. I will always miss him. I miss other things. I miss serving a Dominant. I miss the closeness, but most of all I just miss the simple things. I miss getting the shower ready for a Dominant. I miss making sure that his bed is ready and everything is where it should be before he lays. I miss getting up earlier than him to make sure the coffee, tea, or whatever is ready. Picking up his glass from the bedside. Making sure he has everything in the morning to start the day. I miss taking care of a Dominants clothes. I miss making sure everything is clean enough for a Dominant. I miss greeting a Dominant when they come home on my knees and putting my check on his boot. I miss a Dominant kissing me on my forehead and telling me "good girl" after I have done well. I miss the collar and the chain attached to me while I sleep. I miss watching a Dominant eat while I wait to be given permission to eat. I miss sitting at the feet of a Dominant when he requests company. I miss the request of laying at the bottom of the bed while he cuddles with another slave. I miss the requests of a back massage while he works on the computer or paperwork. I miss being of service to a Dominant even if it is just in a household duty......I miss it

A Pagan in Hell A Pagan dies and, to his great surprise, he finds himself standing before some pearly gates. St. Peter asks him, "May I help you?" The Pagan asks, "Where am I?" Peter says, "You're at the gates of heaven." The Pagan says, "But I don't believe in heaven." Peter frowns at him. "You're one of those Pagans, aren't you?" "Yes. I believe I'm in the wrong place; I'm supposed to go to Summerland." Peter says, "Sorry. We took over Summerland, and it's temporarily closed for remodeling." "What should I do now?" Peter says, "Well, since we don't allow Pagans in heaven, you have to go to hell. Sorry. Just follow that path that leads downward and to the left." The Pagan walks down to hell, where the gates are standing open. He walks in and finds beautiful meadows, happy animals, and clear streams of water. He walks on in and begins exploring, and after a few minutes a courtly gentleman walks up to him and bows politely. "Hello, I'm Satan. You must be the guy that St. Peter phoned me about. Are you a Pagan?" "Yes, I am. What's going to happen now?" Satan says, "Well, the fishing's pretty good, if you enjoy that sort of thing. There's a little refreshment stand down the road. And I believe the Pagan meeting grounds are right over the next hill." Suddenly, a hole opens up in the sky above, and a yawning chasm opens directly underneath it. The stench of sulphur fills the air. Hundreds of screaming, tortured souls drop down into the flaming pit, which immediately closes up with a thud. The Pagan, hardly believing what he just saw, asks Satan, "And what was THAT ???" Satan rolls his eyes. "Oh, just ignore them. They're Christians; they wouldn't have it any other way."

I thought this was so important that it should be on my blog sheet and posted as a bulletin If the Red shirt thing is new to you, read below... Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together. After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who'd been invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading home. No, he responded. Heading out I asked? No. I'm escorting a soldier home. Going to pick him up? No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq ; I'm taking him home to his family. The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn't know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier's family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days. I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do. Upon landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom. 'Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight. He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign.' Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I a m proud to be an American. So here's a public Thank You to our military Men and Women for what you do so we can live the way we do. Red Fridays. Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the 'silent majority.' We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -- and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar, will wear something red. By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a home coming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once 'silent' majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on. The first thing a soldier says when asked 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is. 'We need your support and your prayers.' Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something red every Friday. (repost of original by 'Ready 4 Summer' on '2008-06-06 06:43:55')

I do not know the person that wrote this...if anyone knows let me know so I can give credit...I think it says it all. The Biker I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday. I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall. I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant. But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief. I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by. But you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window. I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.But you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless. I saw you stare at my long hair. But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love. I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none. I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.But you didn't see me cry as my children where born and have their name written over and in my heart. I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.But you didn't see me going home to be with my family. I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane. I saw you yelling at your kids in the car.But you didn't see me pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me. I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn. I saw you race down the road in the rain. But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date. I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But you didn't see me trying to turn right. I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But you didn't see me leave the road. I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But you didn't see me. I wasn't there. I saw you go home to your family. But you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off. I WAS JUST A BIKER. A person with friends and a family. You didn't see me. Repost this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community. If you dont repost this, It sucks to be you. I hope you never loose someone that rides....

To my friends here, I wish to apologize for not being around. The past year has been a roller coaster. TMASTERWIZARDs passing this November hit me hard. I will forever have a hole in my heart. I was told that my department at work was restructuring and I would be losing my job. I had planned on donating a kidney to my mother, but found out a week later, after finding out about my job, that my mother had cancer and had 12-14 weeks to live. I have since found a specialist and he is going to try to give her a year or two. I could have stayed with my company, but I decided to take the severance and spend the time with my mom. Financially not the greatest move, but morally and spiritually the best move. I am hoping to return off and on, but life gets in the way sometimes.....wishing you all health, happiness, and good times. Hugs and kisses to you all *smiles* Wish me luck on my new adventure. *smiles*

You promised me you would never leave me. I know you did not do it because you wanted to.....know that you made me feel important, loved like no other has made me feel loved...I will forever miss you....I have said this to you before....find me quicker in the next life....my heart will be forever broken for you....you were my one...I have known you for more than a decade as a friend, but this past summer I knew you as my Master, my love, my life. I will forever regret telling you to wait until this summer to come back to me. I know I made you leave. I know you did not want to do so. I will forever remember you. You completed me more than anyone has completed me. You were the one. With your faults, your bad habits, and sometimes that gruffness you showed everyone. I accepted your faults as you accepted my mouthyness, my aggressiveness, and my personal problems with relationships with men. You will be forever mine. Find me quicker in the next life T....find me quicker my T

For as long as I can remember my drivers liscense has always had organ donor on it. People would tell me, "you know that don't work on you or get you to the hospital that fast if you have that." Well, is that was the case there would be less people on the waiting list. My mother contracted a disease during a transfusion in the early 80's. It was before aids testing, hepatitis testing, etc. You can imagine. My mother was having a hysterectomy. Get over my spelling on this one. *smiles* I am tired. Anyhow the disease caused her liver to fail. There is no big money law suits there is no happily ever after. Forget that idea. She had a liver transplant 14 years ago. She is still with me. I treasure every day. Although because many of the medications at that time were experimental over time it has taken her kidney functions away. She is now in dialysis. I am going to be tested to see if I can donate one of my kidneys. Many people look at me shocked. Some people would never consider it. That is there decision. It is not one that I would blame anyone for making. It is not easy. Many people feel it is a religious thing. I can't answer that. I know I would never pressure someone into donating. I would ask that you and your family have a serious discussion about it. Find out what they would want and how everyone would feel. I would ask that you consider it. I would ask that you investigate it. I would ask that you look at it as a way of helping and giving a gift to someone out of total unselfishness. Again, everyone has there own decision to make about their life and after life. I don't look badly at anyone who would not consider it at all or does not believe in it. I am only asking that you look around and consider the posibilities. Consider why you are here on earth. Consider what your purpose is and what you are here to learn. Consider life even after yours is gone or even before it is gone. I ask you to consider it and talk with your family and loved ones. I ask you to consider the impossible....to consider the possible

For future reference, forgetting my birthday and making a big deal out of yours every year is a problem. Wishing me happy birthay would have been enough, a card, cooking me dinner, or even cleaning up. For furture reference, not recognizing a holiday like Christmas is a problem. When every year I make sure you get something from me and you child/children. A simple card, note, or baking brownies from the pantry shelf would have been fine. For future reference, buying toys for yourself and you child/children instead of paying bills, or asking what is needed in the household is a problem. To understand it is not about you but the whole group is a lesson to be remembered. For future reference, when getting permission to trade in something of mine so that your child/children can have something and only getting fifty cents for it is a problem. Maybe it would have been better not to trade it in since it cost me 100 times more than that when purchased. For future reference, ignoring me totally for six months or more due to a situation that was just as difficult for me as it was for you is a problem. Discussion would have worked. For future reference, telling me you could not get any sleep with me in the bed and forcing me on the couch for six months is a problems. Getting rid of the couch or refusing to take it and forcing me to the floors was also a bad idea. Maybe try to find a replacement couch would have worked. For future reference, treating me like a pack mule is a problem. I revolted after several years but you still gave me protest. Something to remember if I die you become the pack mule or have to find another. Pack mules are not easy to come by these days. For furture reference, treating me like a puching bag either with your fists or words is a problem. It is belittling, hateful, and shows lack of intelligence. It allows the other person to feel trapped, worthless, helpless, and then hateful toward you. For future reference, threatening to throw your child/children out on the streets if I do not do what you want is a problem. Maybe discussion would have worked there also. For future reference, forcing me to give up the love of my life because you did not like it is a problem. It does not make me love you. It makes me pity you and makes me unhappy. For future reference, bad mouthing me to people does not work. I would have never done that to you. In the end, people asked me. I told them the truth. We are not what we started to be in the beginning. For future reference, please write some of these things down for your next girlfriend. I have more, but thought you could start with these first. No, I am not perfect, but I do try to learn from my mistakes. I do not wish you unhappiness, loneliness, or even bad luck. I wish you to learn from your mistakes and not to do the same with someone else. I will be there because I made a commitment. I just believe that enough is enough. I am learning from my mistakes are you? If you have done one or more of these things to someone, you have done something wrong. If you can not see that then I feel sorry for you also.