Repost for Cynda as she prepares for surgery Friday

I don’t want to build an empire, or a kingdom with a thrown.

But I want to build a fortress, that I can call our home.

With strong protective walls to hold in the heat

And thick wool carpet, to feel beneath my feet.

Life is tough enough, to cope with every day

Without a roof overhead to protect the children at play.

Every Day I strive so hard, to improve upon my life,

This is all that I can do, to protect my loving wife.

The children ask for so little

And my wife, you ask for less.

Day to day I keep trying

And never ever under duress.

I promised too,

 protect and cherish you

I hope I’ve done ok

I want to take away your pain

And comfort you each day.

I recall my first time with a condom.

                                                          I recall my first time with a condom. I was 16. I went in to buy a pack of condoms at the Rexall Drug store.

       

      In those days it took a lot of guts to go in a store and ask for that kind of item because everyone in town knew me and there was no doubt the young lady (I think her name was Delores) knew what they were for.

       

      She was working behind the counter. It was late and the pharmacist had already left.

     

      Delores could see that I was really embarrassed by the whole procedure. She handed me the package and asked if I knew how to wear one. I answered honestly, No, not really.

       

      So she unwrapped the package, took one out and slipped it over her thumb. She cautioned me to make sure it was on tight and secure.

       

      Apparently I still looked confused. So, she looked all around the store to see if it were empty. It was. Just a minute, she said, and walked to the door and locked it. Taking my hand, she led me into the back room, unbuttoned her blouse and removed it.  She unhooked her bra and laid it aside. Do these excite you?  she asked without mbarrassment.

       

      Well, I was so dumb-struck that all I could do was stand there with my mouth gaping open and nod my head. She then said it was time to slip the condom on.

      

      As I was slipping it on, she dropped her skirt, removed her panties and lay down on a desk. Well, come on, she said, We don't have much time.

       

      So I climbed on her. It was so wonderful that, unfortunately, I could no longer hold back and KAPOW! I was done within a few moments.

       

      She looked at me with a bit of a frown. Did you put that condom on correctly? she asked. I said, Sure did, and held up my thumb to show her.

      She then beat the shit out of me...

       

      Women have always been hard for me to figure out.

       

Inspiration

In Winter, when the trees are bare,
We mortals don our winter wear.
In Spring, when trees begin to dress,
We mortals then start wearing less,
Until, for some, with Summer's heat
The role reversal is complete.

"GOD furnished me this suit...and i am proud to display it."

"If you want to talk about open mindedness, take off your clothes."

A borrowed Poem

There was once a young woman named Rose
Who enjoyed taking off all her clothes.
On her bike she would ride
Not ashamed of her hide
From her nose to her cute little toes.

It was summertime sweltering heat
Which made Rose expose more than her feet.
"Why, I haven't a care
Wearing only the air!"
She exclaimed as she rode down the street.

All the townspeople gathered to stare
Such a sight was incredibly rare.
'Cause this ample young girl
On her head had no curl
A Godiva with very short hair.

Soon the story spread out far and wide
Many others joined in for the ride
"Unless you are a prude
Being nude is not rude"
Rose explained with a heart full of pride.See More

Summer Time.... and the living is easy

 

In this day and age, it's so easy to follow the norm.   The easy road is a safe path to follow.  I avoid change because it is less confusing and less stressful.  But I think I need more.  I know I want more.  I long for a vacation, but when I have time off, I stay close to home.  This summer let me head out. I want to leave, and leave my cell phone behind.  I want to go somewhere I've never been, or some place I've been before and dreamt of returning to.  I don't want to go alone, but I do not want a schedule either.  I want the dawn to tell me to get up, and fatigue to tell me when to sleep.  Let me experience adventure.  I want to see all there is to see. 

Fill my camera with film.  I'll pack extra batteries.  I want to capture the beauty of life and store it away to be enjoyed again when everyday life tries to wear me down.  And now I'll tell you what.  Keep looking here for reports.  I want to share every day as... this is "Not Just Another Day".