Fourth of July Memories

Happy Fourth of July folks. Sure, today we celebrate our Independence from England, but, I’m here to talk about the actual celebration.

When I was 12, my aunt Carol took me and my friend Gina to a picnic in the park by a river.

Throughout my childhood, my aunt Carol was my surrogate mother as MY mother was drunk most of the time. So, when the fourth came around, aunt Carol called and asked what I was doing for the celebration.

I told her that mom was already passed out and that I had no plans. She said, “Yes you do, invite a friend, ‘cause we’re going to the park for a picnic dinner, and watch the fireworks over the river. With a smile on my face I said, “great, I’ll call Gina and see if she can come.”

When Gina said she could go, I changed my clothes, and walked over to her house to meet her. Aunt Carol picked us up 15 minutes later and off we went.

Parking was terrible, so she dropped us off and told us to set up a good spot. We found one and threw the blanket down to secure our spot.

A little later, aunt Carol met us with her picnic basket good enough for Yogi Bear. Fried chicken, coleslaw, potato salad, gelatin salad, candy enough to open a candy store, and of course a huge chocolate cake. I was in hog heaven.

I’ll never forget it, talking, eating, and enjoying an immense fireworks display over the water, it was magic. Even today, I remember that wonderful day and of course my amazing aunt.

I hope all of you have great memories of that day as I do. Eat too much, drink to celebrate, and watch some amazing fireworks. My best to all of you on this wonderful celebration day.

Until Later…

Sooz’s Thoughts

Ever have one of those lazy, crazy day’s of Summer? That’s what’s happening here today. I’m sittin’, thinkin’, and drinkin’, just enjoying the sunshine, and taking in the beautiful weather, oh, and the 108 degree heat.

People always ask me, “Sooz, don’t you get used to the heat after a while?” I tell them, “Do you think you could get used to being cooked in an oven?” Let’s face it, anything over 90 is HOT.

Hell, I can’t even sit by the pool, unless I’m in the water, forget about it, (That was my best Jersey accent), OK, I’ll keep my day job. Seriously, it’s funny to watch the tourists, they COME here for the heat, and then, bitch about it ALL day. Hehehehehe.

I’m sittin’ inside, reading a Dean Koontz book called “Life Expectancy”, and I must say, it’s really thrilling. I can’t seem to put it down. I have always liked him as an author, even got to meet him once when we were shooting an Ad campaign in his area. He was a very charming and gracious man.

As an aside, I would like to tell you the blog I had yesterday on positive thinking was as true as the sun in the sky. I am totally convinced that it really DID change my life. If you believe hard enough in a positive way, good things will come to you.

Let’s say for an example you want to get a higher paying job, see the new job in your mind’s eye, and then visualize yourself WORKING in that job. Say to yourself over and over, “ I Love my new job in…Bla, Bla, Bla.

Do this for an extended period, and one day soon, you will have done whatever you need to do to obtain this new position. It REALLY works. I believe the Cosmos is aligned with positive energy, and WANTS to please us by providing what we want and need.

OK, enough said, I must get back to my book now. Have a great day everyone and think positive thoughts…

Until Later..

Some Like it Hot

Gently touching your lips while I feel cup your breasts, my mind reels.

My legs are spread wide as you softly work your fingers down my thigh.

The heart pounds from the sensation of your body, soft as pillows.

Wetness forms around my garden, awaiting your mouth to pleasure me.

 

My breasts are yours, encircled by your tongue, and gently biting my nipples.

When will she get to my glory box, I think, sucking me dry while licking my forbidden button.

Kisses, slowly repeating down my inner thighs, while my body quivers in ecstasy.

I start to pant now as she works her fingers in and out of my glory hole, all the while, licking up, and around my pleasure button.

 

I am hers, I surrender as I scream out into the night, Yes, Yes, Yes!!!

It becomes no longer possible to contain my excitement, I inhale, and give her my soul.

Screaming out like a banshee, I explode like a thousand pounds of dynamite, filling the night with the relief of a lifetime.

Quiet now, I retrn the pleasure, and the music plays on.

 

 

 

 

Are Men and Women Wired Differently?

The answer is YES!!! We have an abundance of estrogen, and men have testosterone. These are the two hormones that separate the way we think. Here are just a few differences:

1 Men think about sex, about all the time, women think more about security,

2 Men will have sex anytime, women ALSO enjoy sex, we just like to be appreciated first.

3 Men are rough and tumbley, women are soft and cuddly.

4 Men are definitely more aggressive, we would rather keep the peace, UNLESS someone wants to take OUR mate, then, we are like tigers.

5 In general, women are more organized. Many times we can accomplish 3 things all at the same time.

6 Women value communication, men use it when needed.

 

The Takeaway

If you want more sex, talk to us, respect us, make us feel like we are your one and only, and occasionally do the dishes for us without being asked. You know the saying, ”Happy Wife, Happy life”, it’s true.

The Murder of a Dream

Usually, after a nice night of drinking, I fall into a deep sleep. Once asleep, I  fall into a heavy dream state, drifting into dreamland. Last night, I had  an absolutely wonderful dream.

I dreamt that I was on a plane, flying to France. With my heart racing, I had planned on asking Bella, my crush, to marry me.

Everything was planned, dotting all my I’s and crossing ll my T’s. The flowers, roses, irises, and carnations, were arranged in hearts with Bella’s name in the middle.

Balloons filled the hall, like trees line a forest. All I needed now was for Bella to walk through the door. My heart was racing, as I heard her approaching, nearing the hall door.

As  the huge hall’s portal opened,  Bella smiled with a large grin. She saw all the decorations, and from across the room, she watched as U mouthed the words I Love You.

I walked towards her, Got on one knee, and showed her the ring.  Then, I heard what sounded like a gunshot.

I immediately awoke to the sound of my neighbor having his roof repaired. The gunshots, were actually sounds from the hammers that exploded  like gongs being stricken by huge Chinese hammers.

I was asleep no more, the hammers, continually banging, woke me out of a sound sleep, thus murdering my dream.

I tried and tried to return to the dream, but without success.  Finally, I got up, went to the kitchen, poured myself a strong one, and started my day. Ugh!!!

Where Did the Term Tail Gate Come From

Years ago in Roman times, The Colosseum, hosted a variety of games. Slaves, were sent into the arena to fight gladiators, lions VS slaves, tigers VS lions, etc. The “fun” idea behind all of these games was two fold…

  1. Sportsmanship and gambling
  2. Fun

Mow one of the favorite Saturday night games was where a gate was set up in the middle of the stadium, then, a lion would be sent in with a slave. The idea was to have the slave run his ass all around the stadium trying to stay alive, while the bet would be to see if the lion could get his tail caught in an opening and closing gate.

The bet, would be to pick a time on when:

  1. The slave would die
  2. When the lion would get his tail extracted by the gate

The closest patron to one of the times would win a percentage of the gate. The idea was, if you were LUCKY enough to pick BOTH the closest times. If you won, you could walk away with several thousand Drachmas, and never have to work again. The term for this game was called “Tail Gating”. Thus, the term was born.

Today, “Tail Gating”, is obviously a bit different. There are NO lions or slaves, and no swinging gates. Instead, there is food, and enough alcohol consumed to fill an ER. Which is better, I don’t know, I kinda like the swinging gate thingy. YOU be the judge…

Until Late…

 

 

 

 

Is Stage Hypnosis Real

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For years before I studied Psychology, I would attend the local state fair. There always seemed to be a stage show featuring a hypnotist. I would attend and watch carefully as people were told they couldn’t move their entwined fingers, get off their chairs, or even act like certain animals.

At the time, I surmised that these were all folks, just playing along with the performer. I would have sworn that there really was no such thing as hypnotism or anything as absurd as folks ACTUALLY acting like chickens.

I started to read several books on the subject as this “odd” science intrigued me. After reading a few books, as interesting as they were, I was still NOT convinced that anything that could make people do crazy things COULD be true.

It wasn’t until I myself decided to undergo the process, did I begin to believe that there really might be something to this. While I was waiting in the patients  waiting room, I spoke to a woman who was there to quit smoking. She told me this was her third session there, and that she used to be a three pack smoker per day.

She told me that after only one session, she was down to only a pack a day. I asked her about the hypnotist and what he did, and she advised me that he had her close her eyes, and focus on herself in an elevator g slowly descending floor by floor. With each floor she reached, (10 in all), she would become more and more relaxed until she fell asleep.

To me, this was an interesting concept because I had already read about this technique. She said that she no longer felt the NEED to smoke, and thus was slowly cutting down. I gotta tell ya, I was impressed.

When I went in for my session, (Couldn’t get to sleep), he took me through the same patter. I too felt as though I fell asleep. After only two sessions, I was sleeping better. The hypnotist taught me a technique to use to SELF hypnotizes myself, and after that, I never felt better. I use this technique even now when I find it difficult to fall asleep.

I must say, after taking all the Psych. courses, and learning HOW to hypnotize people, I have now become a true believer. I still go to the State fair and to the stage shows, but NOW, I have a much better understanding how they work, and now I thoroughly enjoy them.

Until Later…

 

 

How Many Miles an Hour Can You Exceed the Speed Limit

How many miles an hour can you exceed the speed limit and not get caught?

 Let’s be honest, how many of you REALLY pay attention to the speed limit? Let’s see a show of hands, hmmmmm, there are WAY too many hands up to be truthful. Yes, I KNOW that I cannot ACTUALLY see your hands up, but, I know that almost everyone when asked, would say they are “good” citizens.

Here’s the thing, the truth is:

Transportation Research Part F (subscription), found 21 percent of drivers think it’s perfectly safe to exceed the speed limit by 5 mph. Forty-three percent saw no risk in going 10 mph over, and 36 percent say there’s no harm driving 20 mph over the speed limit.”

When I drive, which is seldom, I usually go around 5 mph over the speed limit. I have been stopped several times and I must say, (Pats self on the back), I have NEVER been issued a ticket. What’s my secret, well, for one, I’m a woman, and two, I cry a lot. It works, try it. Of course, if you are a man, that approach may not be quite as effective.

My point is to all you Pinnocchios out there, almost everyone speeds. My next question is why? The answer is, if you’re being honest, the limits that the Feds and States set is TOO DAMNED LOW.

The 55 mph speed limit was set for Political reasons back in the 70’s when gasoline prices were exceptionally high, NOT for safety reasons. That explains why when I was going 60 mph, people were passing me left and right as if there were a race going on.

The important thing to remember is this…Drive carefully, if you must speed, (And who doesn’t), do it responsibly. Get a Radar detector, and make sure that your neck can turn 360 degrees to watch for cops. Bottom line…If you DO get caught, tear up, oh go ahead, who knows, it might work.

Until Later…              

References: https://www.wired.com/2008/11/the-boy-who-cri/

 

 

 

Who Loves Thomas KinKade?

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Since I was a wee lass, I have always appreciated art. While in NO way can I draw or paint, (I’ve tried and tried), my appreciation for art has always grown with me over the years.

While there are many famous artist’s I would love to have hanging in MY home; Van Gogh, Rembrant, Cezanne, Monet, Manet, Degas, Picasso, etc., I do own and love paintings by Thomas Kinkade and Linda Le Kniff.

I realize that Thomas was a drunk, but, I think that only enhances my love for his work. Kinkade, known as the painter of light, was literally disrespected and hated by the artists of HIS time. Many described him as an opportunist and a hack.

Those artists, and even some today, I believe lack the insight into his soul. In MY opinion, he expressed his appreciation and love of Nature in a very unique way. Yes, he DID, many of the same type scenes and used the same techniques, but, his lack of vision and beauty could never be second guessed.

Linda Le Kniff, is a more recent artist, who I believe is just coming into her own. Her unique technique and style is very impressive. She too is hanging on many of my walls, and I believe her to be a visionary. Now, I am trying to obtain a Rembrandt through Park galleries. Although his work is sometimes  a little dark, his genius stands the test of time.

When I went to the Louvre in Paris, I was in Heaven. All my favorites were there. What an experience to stand there, in front of the masters, and just soak in their beauty, an experience I shall never forget.

I seem to be babbling on here so I will stop. I just got the idea for this article a I was sitting, and studying one of my Kinkade’s. The tranquil emotion it exudes indeed takes my breath away. Ahhhhhh…

Until Later..

 

 

 

 

 

I Need All of You

I have been a member here since 2013, and while I have 414 people who say they follow me, I usually only receive a handful of views and comments.

This disturbs me. Am I NOT an interesting writer, do my topics suck, do I speak about my personal life too much, WHAT? I really want to know.

You see, I have always enjoyed writing, and I would like to know what your interests are, so I can give you my all. I am well versed in MANY subjects so let me know what you want to see.

Nothing would please me more that to wake up one day, and see over a thousand hits with 40 plus comments. Now, do I think that will happen, probably not, but, if you do like what I write, first of all, Thank You, and second, tell your friends.

I really do appreciate each and every one of you who read me, and I will continue to give you my all. All I ask is for you to let me know what subjects you would like, so that I may write about something that interests for you.

WordPress is a great home, with many interesting folks, I would like to get to know each and every one of you, so give me a chance. Remember, You, will control my content. If you also like various subjects, let me know, and it will be yours.

Thank you for your valuable time to let me get this off my (really nice Chest). I hope you all have a terrific day, and may your dreams and goals all become reality.

Until Later…