I would really appreciate your help with my profile.
It seems that the only men that I attract are millionaires and billionaires. They all want to take me away in their big jets, buy me new cars, give me gifts ( I know, a diamond is a girls best friend, but how many diamonds does one girl need?), and make my dreams come true. Since my dreams are already coming true they take it personally when I tell them I can do it on my own! I try to tell them I do not need their money and am only looking for love. This really seems to confuse them.
I am not sure why this is. And so, have decided to follow the lead of Romantic Goddess to see if maybe I can get some helpful ideas from my "favorite friends" here at MM. (Note. If you are not one of my favorites let me know and I will add you...)
Do I need better photos? Should I change the wordings? There must be something I can do.
Thank you for your time.
Due to the climate of political correctness now pervading America, Kentuckians, Tennesseans, North Carolinians, and West Virginians will no longer be referred to as "HILLBILLIES."
You must now refer to us as APPALACHIAN-AMERICANS.
And furthermore (this keeps getting better) ....
HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT WOMEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:
1. She is not a "BABE" or a "CHICK" - She is a "BREASTED AMERICAN."
2. She is not a "SCREAMER" or a "MOANER" - She is "VOCALLY APPRECIATIVE."
3. She is not "EASY" - She is "HORIZONTALLY ACCESSIBLE."
4. She is not a "DUMB BLONDE" - She is a "LIGHT-HAIRED DETOUR OFF THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY."
5. She has not "BEEN AROUND" - She is a "PREVIOUSLY-ENJOYED COMPANION."
6. She is not an "AIRHEAD" - She is "REALITY IMPAIRED."
7. She does not get "DRUNK" or "TIPSY" - She gets "CHEMICALLY INCONVENIENCED"
8. She does not have "BREAST IMPLANTS" - She is "MEDICALLY ENHANCED."
9. She does not "NAG" you - She becomes "VERBALLY REPETITIVE."
10. She is not a "TRAMP" - She is "SEXUALLY EXTROVERTED."
11. She does not have "MAJOR LEAGUE HOOTERS" - She is "PECTORALLY SUPERIOR."
HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT MEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:
1. He does not have a "BEER GUT" - He has developed a "LIQUID GRAIN STORAGE FACILITY."
2. He is not a "BAD DANCER" - He is "OVERLY CAUCASIAN."
3. He does not "GET LOST ALL THE TIME" - He "INVESTIGATES ALTERNATIVE DESTINATIONS."
4. He is not "BALDING" - He is in "FOLLICLE REGRESSION."
5. He is not a "CRADLE ROBBER" - He prefers "GENERATIONAL DIFFERENTIAL RELATIONSHIPS."
6. He does not get "FALLING-DOWN DRUNK" - He becomes "ACCIDENTALLY HORIZONTAL."
7. He does not act like a "TOTAL ASS" - He develops a case of "RECTAL-CRANIAL INVERSION."
8 He is not a "MALE CHAUVINIST PIG" - He has "SWINE EMPATHY."
9. He is not afraid of "COMMITMENT" - He is "RELATIONSHIP CHALLENGED."
10. He is not "HORNY" - He is "SEXUALLY FOCUSED."
11. It's not his "CRACK" you see hangingout of his pants - It's "REAR CLEAVAGE"
Please use your best judgment when referring to these people, so as to make it more comfortable for the rest of us.
Happy Earth Day, Everyone!
I woke up this morning to the birds singing, and the sun rising over the mountains. It is like the earth was wishing me a good day and reminding me of how lucky I am to be living in the middle of her great wonders.
Nature, and this planet called earth is filled with magic and healing for each of us. Today, take a moment to honor her by breathing in the breath of life that only she can bring into our souls. Look around you and notice the gifts this planet has brought into your life. The trees, the sky, the grass under you feet. Thank our good mother earth for all the good she has brought to us and for all the good things to come.
This coming Tuesday, April 22, is the traditional day set aside for honoring the earth and recognizing the enviromental issues that we have created.
Have a Happy Earth day my friends!
This is a blog about your favorite, or best "positions in bed."
Please take a moment and share with us some of your favorite positions in bed through photos and words. As long as you are not censored, anything is OK. Unless you go off topic and than you may be deleted.
This is one of my favorite positions in bed. Spooning.
I was one of those girls who chose the unicorns over boys. I know that this magical connection with them began when I was a "Light Being" on Sirius. We wanted to experience and enhance the planet now called earth. We used our thoughts to transport ourselves and our much beloved crystals and unicorns to the large island that we called Lemuria. The land that imagination forgot...
After many lifetimes in Lemuria many of our people choose to go back into the thought form, or return to Sirius, while others choose to remain in the physical form and go to a land that is now called Atlantis. Lemuria disappeared into the mists and from the human eye.
Those of us who choose to remain in the physical form brought our unicorns and crystals with, as they were a part of who we were. Since we could still travel by thought, we simply appeared in Atlantis during the early civilizations that were there. Of course, the original inhabitants of those islands thought we were all Gods and Goddess. And we accepted that role for the highest good of all concerned. We helped build the great Crystal Temples that were there.
I was in Atlantis several lifetimes as a guardian of the crystals and unicorns that were around me, and with me. It took thousands of years and three large earthquakes to finally demolish the islands that formed Atlantis. The remaining island land mass went under the sea during the last earthquake. It was not the abuse of the crystals as many thought that destroyed Atlantis. During those last years, many of the religious fanatics tried to stop "us", who were than known as the Ancient Ones, from using crystals for healing and spiritual alignment. They saw that we gave the people hope, guidance and belief in a loving spirit and way of living that could not be contained by the than organized and very corrupt religion. The religious zealots tried to kill most of us that were from the old way of spirituality. Those of us who survived hid in the foothills. The religious leaders were unable to harness the power of the crystals or work with them. It became a law that any and all crystals must be destroyed. The great Crystal Temples were demolished. Many of the unicorns of this time were also slaughtered as they represented the old ways of connecting with the earth, the animals, and the spirit of all that is.
We, the Ancient Ones, knew that the end of Atlantis was near and that the final earthquake was coming. We decided to leave before it came. Some of our people left by boats, others by thought. The people who left Atlantis and settled throughtout the world became known as the Seven Root Races of Mankind.
I ended up in Peru. The unicorns and I spent a great deal of time in the mountains, especially around the waterfalls. There were not many of us left and we preferred to be alone. The people of that time where at the beginnings of understanding their spirituality and also made us their Gods and Goddesses. They built great temples to us that are still standing today.
You must be asking yourself, where is this all going? Well, back to my love for unicorns and crystals, of course! This weekend I headed up the mountains and into the waterfall areas. The mists, waterfalls, and mountains (lined with quartz veins) reminded me so much of Lemuria...anyway, guess what turned up! A herd of unicorns! They came galloping around the corner of a huge waterfall, splashing in the water, playing and having fun, as they kicked up their heels, squealed in delight, and pranced in the moon light. The delightful unicorns reminded me to laugh, to believe in possiblities, and to remember that life is magical. That even in the darkness, the love and spirit of the earth and its animals are there for each of us to enjoy and be inspired by.
My friends, the unicorns. I can still see them, talk to them, and touch them. Thank God for the unicorns in my life!
(This blog was inspired by NKPs blog on My unicorn. It is also a spoof (or maybe the true facts) about what has been mentioned on other recent blogs debating the history of Lemuria, Atlantis, crystals, and the unicorns.
I am feeling a little left out on all these discussions about the religion everyone thinks we need to be a member of. So, I have decided it is time to start a new religion. Laugh with me as I imagine the possiblilites. (Disclaimer-this is not meant as a put down on any person or their personal religious beliefs, what ever they may be.)
As I look out from this mountain, on this dawning of a new world I can see that the time has come for me to ascend so that I might become a God/Goddess/or whatever form that people decide I look the best... My words of wisdom for the highest good of all concerned (and with harm to none) will be saved in the memorys of those who will translate them into words I have never said. Others will take it upon themselves to carefully place my words (or the ones they think sound the best to serve their needs) into purple bound books that will be used to control the masses of people that flock to hear the words of my glory. Than these devotees can pray to the image that will be created of who someone thought I really was. Statues will be created in my honor and will adorn the buildings built to house those who speak the truth of what they believe others feel I may have said or done. People far and wide will be wearing my images (or what ever they decide I should symbolize) on their necks and hang me on their walls.
All I ask is no sacrifices or blood please.
I looked into the future and saw one of the statues dedicated to who I was not. I find it very endearing that my two cats were added near my feet to stand guard as witnesses.
In the early morning hours when the sun is rising over the horizon, I step outside my front door and look down from my mountain at all the other purple colored mountains and the valleys between them. I often ponder about how many other people have done the same thing as I now do, for thousands of centuries...as they looked at this view.
I am reminded of how small, we as humans, are in the greater scheme of life and time...scientists say these mountains are the oldest in the world. Dating back to the prehistoric times. Cave men were here!
Imagine, for a moment, all the people, the civilizations, all the religions that have been here and gone...over millions of years.
Gods, Goddesses, kings, queens, people like us, people like them, they must have all been here...
And now I am. Just a blink in the passage of time.
After reading the topic from Will on "The scariest things that
have happened in your life", I thought it would be fun to add a blog on when animals attack or any other encounters with them that might have made you tremble a little, or a lot!
Most of mine are horse related. The first was a lovely black stallion who was used for tricks. His trainer, a big burly German man, passed away and the owners wanted me to work with him. Most of what I learned the horse taught me as no one knew how he had been trained. He did not like me. In fact, he had very little respect for me. He was very cute and could walk on his hind legs, bow on both or either front leg, lie down, count and so on. We had gotten to where he was showing me some of his tricks and he would perform them on command. One day a group of people had come to see him do his tricks. We were in an enclosure area that was an 8 foot chain link fenced field. He had completed all of his tricks that I knew and than galloped quickly across the field with his tail up and held held high. He reached the far end and came galloping back at full speed...I thought he was showing me the trick where a horse will run away than come back. Well, he was coming back, like a freight train. His ears where laid back flat on his head, his eyes rolled back and his teeth were open. He was going to attack me! So here I am 200 yards from the fence. I did not have time to run for cover or to climb out. The people watching were horse people and several of the women began to scream as they knew what was happening. I knew I was in trouble but felt no fear as there was no time. I picked up the whip that I had and ran towards him. He was a little surprised when I attacked him and began to strike him very strongly on his front legs and face with the whip. He stopped the attack. I was lucky that day. After that he respected me and we had many great times together.
I have also had a stallion attack me from inside its stall. I was walking by this horses stall and saw the flash of his teeth as he leaped across the stall in a mere second. He aimed at my face. His teeth scraped my neck from below my ear to my left chest below my collarbone, where he picked me up with his teeth and shook me like a rag doll, the skin broke and I fell out of his reach. To this day I still have the scars left from his teeth where he picked me up.
I think one of my most impressive animal encounters (other than horse) was when I had moved to Florida. I was near a small lake and had been looking at the gators that swam there. It was one of those mystical and wonderous evenings during the magic hours of dusk and a golden light was coming through the leaves of the trees. For what ever reason I decided to wash my hands and bent down to do so, of course after carefully checking for gators. When I started to get up I lifted my head and found myself looking eye to eye with the most amazing snake. He was coiled in the water and had raised up at least 3 feet and was about a foot in front of my face. The golden light was streaming on him making him look like an golden ivory colored statue. I could see the white on the inside of his mouth and his red eyes sparkled in the light. It was one of the most beautiful and majestic sights I had ever seen. He was breath taking and I did not want to break the spell we were sharing. It was a very spiritual moment for me as I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. We stared at each other for a few moments. I moved slowly away so I could go get my friend and tell him about this incredible snake by the lake. When I got back to the cottage and told my friend what I saw he was shocked. He proceeded to tell me that this sounded like it was a very large water moccasin and that these snakes are very territorial and will strike many times in a row to kill. By then I began to realize what could have happened. That snake must have been amazed at how stupid I was... My body went into shakes. I think the only thing that saved me that day was that I had not encountered poison snakes before this and felt no fear when he was in front of my face. If I had felt or shown fear the snake would have struck and bit me in the face.