Tropicdreamz's blog: "Dee's Blogs..."

STORMS I like the sound of distant thunder as it rumbles across the earth. I love to watch the lightning as it streaks across the sky in glorious flames ripe with passion and promise. I love to stand in the sound and fury of the storm with the rain washing over my skin, bathing my body in the freshness of sweet abandon. I love the drenching wetness and the cool calm as the raindrops gather to embrace me. I love the erotic slippery slide of ever drip that caresses my cheek, slipping down and down and down to pool at my feet. I love to stand with arms stretched wide, reaching for the passion of nature's release, embracing the pure raw energy that crackles in the air, filling my senses with the smell of wet earth and ozone and satisfaction.

15,000 feetIt was a nice day over Lake Taupo, New Zealand, at the beginning of our summer. For a while, it was just another sky dive. When you jump out of a plane, you're in a cushion of air. You never seem to feel like you are falling, and this was just like the seven thousand other jumps I'd done. I was filming some of the other sky divers.4,000 feetI was about to open my first parachute when I realized there was a problem: I was spinning around. That wasn't normal. I pulled the release cable. Normally, this would fling me away from the parachute, and I'd have to regain stability and then open the reserve. But nothing changed. The chute was snagged.3,000 feetI was a spinning mess, falling fast. It was like something had a hold of me from my lower back and I was being twirled from that point. The more I tried to get on my back, the faster I would spin. My arms, legs, and head felt like they were being pulled away from me.2,000 feetI tried to get on my back so I could see what the problem was. I was looking at my altimeter. I remember seeing the lake. And the ground. And the car park. I did eighty-six rotations. Anyone could get dizzy in that situation, but something took over. I was aware of everything.1,000 feetI pulled the reserve, and I started spinning faster, like I was a passenger on an out-of-control ride. I realized I'd done absolutely everything I could. And I knew that was it for me. I was over the lake, and the sensible part of me knew that if I landed in the water, I would die. But when you've got no hope, you think maybe the water will be all right. But then I thought, No, I'll die! Then I was blown over onto the land. The last thing I thought was, Oh, great, I'm going to hit the bloody parking lot of all places.550 feetI remembered I had a camera on my head and waved in front of it to whoever would be seeing the footage. And then I thought I might as well say goodbye or say something. But before I had time to think of family and friends or see my life flash before my eyes, all that came out of my mouth was, "Oh, sh**. I'm dead. Bye." That just blurted out. It was all over. It all happened so quickly.250 feetThere wasn't really terror. It was more just helplessness. It's like if you were driving a car, and you went into a tunnel, and it was a dead end. Then your brakes failed. What are you going to do? There's nothing left to do besides brace yourself for impact and possible death.5 feetI pretty much remember all the way till the second before I hit. I landed in a blackberry bush. On the video, you can see my hands go out, almost to save myself. I guess that was just instinct. I don't actually remember hitting the ground. I impacted on my side, and that sent a shock wave through my whole body and knocked me out cold. I was severely bruised on the left side of my body and swollen pretty much everywhere. I had cuts on my face and my body, a collapsed and punctured right lung, and a broken ankle. And when I hit the ground, it was like I was dead. It was like I'd been turned off.

MAN LAWS 1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella. 2: It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances: (a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master. (b) The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse. (c) After wrecking your boss' car. (d) When she is using her teeth. 3: Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies. 4: Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours. 5: If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her. 6: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable. 7: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy's choice. 8: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest. 9: When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing. 10: You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she's officially your girlfriend. 11: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach... and it's delivered by a topless model and only when it's free. 12: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts. 13: Unless you're in prison, never fight naked. 14: Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed. 15: If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything.

TATTOO A woman goes into a tattoo parlor and tells the tattoo artist that she wants a tattoo of a turkey on her right thigh right up just below her bikini line. She also wants him to put "Happy Thanksgiving" under the turkey. So the guy does it and it comes out looking real good. The woman then instructs him to put a Santa Clause with "Merry Christmas" up on her left thigh. So the guy does it and it comes out looking good too. As the woman is getting dressed to leave, the tattoo artist says "if you don't mind, could you tell me why you had me put such unusual tattoos on your thighs?" She says "I'm sick and tired of my husband complaining all the time that there's nothing good to eat between Thanksgiving and Christmas."

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That's all I want and need right now...I am so tired of having mixed emotions...Been like this for months now...Have you ever experienced that before?!?!...Or am I the only one?!?!...Is it the norm to feel this way after so many disasterous relationships?!?!...­­­ ­ Do you ever just want to disappear for a while, run away from everyone and everything?!?!...Not­­ tell anyone where you are going...Just want to be left alone?!?!... I Do! Do you have a secret place that only you know off and run to whenever you feel like your world is falling apart...whenever you feel like no one cares... I Do! Do you ever get tired of being told that only time will tell?!?!...Do you believe that absence makes the heart grow fonder and do you believe that it also can make you physically sick?...I Do! See this picture below this entry?!?!...I wish I was there right now...all by myself...When I first saw this picture I thought," Wouldn't it be great to have a place of solitude like this, where I am the only one there and when I enter its doors all my worries, pains, tears , and sadness would be left at the door?!?!" I picture myself strolling through gardens and exploring the many rooms and laying out in the courtyard at night, staring at the twinkling stars and the radiant moon shining brilliantly in the night sky. It's reflection on the water in the fountains magnificently shimmering... I smell the scent of the flowers with every breeze that blows by me. The perfumes overwhelmingly taking over me and my thoughts. Mmmmm....I do wish I had a place like this... Do you believe in miracles?!?!...Do you believe that anything is possible?!?!...Do You Believe in dreamz come true?!?!... I DO!!!

HOW PLAYERS HOOK YOU IN The scenario with a Player usually goes a little something like this: You're out with your girlfriends and you spot a really attractive guy checking you out from across the room. You both make eye contact and he heads over to you and he immediately says something like: "I usually don't do this, but you're the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long time, and I just HAD to talk to you." He may offer to buy you a drink. He may say something funny or sarcastic. And you're disarmed by his looks, his confidence and charm, and in the back of your mind you wonder if he's a little too good to be true. You know you should hold back a little and you wonder who this guy REALLY IS, but you just can't seem to help yourself... Next thing you know, you feel that rush of excitement and anticipation the more you talk and laugh together, and by the end of the evening he may even casually ask if he can come over and "hang out" a bit longer with you. Or just grab a drink and keep "talking". You hardly hesitate before saying yes. In your mind, inviting him back to your place seems completely OK... even though you're NOT the kind of woman who does this sort of thing when you first meet a man. But you're SURE that there's something DIFFERENT about this guy. And he assures you that he's a "good" guy and he's really into you - at least indirectly. Which makes it O.K. Why shouldn't you enjoy the moment with this great guy you've just met? And before you know it, you're back at his place or yours, and things get physical and you spend the night together. But then it happens... The next morning he seems a little different. He's not so chatty and curious about you. He's actually kind of quiet and withdrawn... and you start getting that "gut feeling" that you may have made a TERRIBLE MISTAKE. As he leaves he tells you that he'll DEFINITELY call you. You want to believe him, but either he never calls you... or after a couple of random e-mails or calls or text messages, he stops calling altogether. And it dawns on you... This guy wasn't DIFFERENT. He wasn't SPECIAL. And he certainly wasn't going to be the love of your life. This guy is a PLAYER! You're so mad and embarrassed that you've been played AGAIN, it almost makes you want to give up on love altogether. Lots of women in this situation become understandably frustrated, upset, and end up feeling and acting a little "weird" around men they meet after this happens. Part of this is of course because, at a deeper level, they've lost TRUST in men. Don't let what you don't know, and what you haven't been able to identify in men before when you've "dated" keep from allowing a great relationship to start and grow with the RIGHT MAN. Learn what you need to know to truly understand how men think, and quickly separate the great guys from the toads. That way... you won't have to kiss any more frogs.

SLOW DANCE Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow down Don'! t dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,"hi" You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over.

Wild Spirit There's no controlling a wild spirit, something that needs to be free. You can't chain or tie it to make it stay, it's something you must let be. For to capture and keep a wild spirit will only do one thing, And that is slowly kill it until it will never sing. So should you ever come upon a spirit such as this, Just love it the best you can and let it go with a kiss. "Somethings you can only hold for so long, then you must let them go."