|
Honor your Veteran's Day
I don't recall seeing a post on the topic this year, although I know there are blogs about it in the past. Lest, there not be something to remind our early risers, and East Coasters, I wanted to make sure that something was ready to be seen. Thus, I copied a post from another Board (none of this writing is my own) - which happened to be from a personal friend of mine. About the only thing I added upon his thread is to emphasize that this remembrance this day, includes men and women alike - on equal terms, for thanks. Some of my very favorite Ladies have the credentials on which to bestow these thanks. "You know, we say "thank you" when a store clerk hands us change. We wave "thank you" when a motorist yields us the right of way. We thank our friends when they pay us compliments. If you think about it, we probably use the words "thank you" or some variation of it at least a dozen times a day. But how do you thank someone for saving the world? When you ask young men and women to endure great hardships, drastically change their lifestyles and possibly give their lives for you - the words "thank you" seem so insufficient. Simply put, we owe them a debt that can never be re-paid.
Although we express our appreciation to our veterans, true appreciation is expressed through deeds - not words. When an airman-turned-job applicant sits across from you in a job interview, weigh that experience a little heavier than most. When you are to decide what employee to promote at work, remember that person who led a squad of 15 before he or she was 21 years old in the military. When a Congressman complains about the cost of a veterans program, remind that lawmaker of the cost of being a veteran."
Friends
What an asset to be blessed with. New and old - but, especially those with drive to nurture you and help. How is life worth living without them? Chicago re-affirmed it for me, with a group of friends, who are beyond description in what they did for me. Thank you, a thousand times.
Did I hear Riding Crop Smacks??
Me, commit my highly warped impressions of sexual events to writing? - just because somebody else got so tongue-tied during the balance of our stay? Folks, you must forgive me, if my detail is not so honed in this blog, because I wasn't wearing my glasses - due to my mask. While some might believe that applied to my observation of Shooter's "misery" (or debauchery, as one Lady has described it) - hell no, I'm looking for somebody to commisserate with what I did to myself with that stupid logic, of remaining within character! Seems (besides all the wonderful Ladies I immediately recognized, and who chose to come by, and allow me to worship at their feet), I missed some Ladies I had never met before but with whom I certainly desired more intercourse (that narrows it to at least all the Ladies in that room, with the exception of the guys in Drag). Ladies, please forgive me, if I do not mention you by name - I WAS really warmed by so many stopping by and saying hi). I was so honored to actually meet our Lady of Roomservice - who was not only stunningly beautiful - but, has an amazing personality. But, to my dismay - I blew a chance to meet the Stimulating Synthia (with whom I would have at least gotten as close to the third ring of admirers). Then, there was one Lady who I have always admired from afar - and it took Nerdlinger, to remind me, that it was one of the most luscious Ladies of the City, who I had too long lusted after, and thought, as I saw her near me, there's something not only "smokin" about this Lady, but I think I recognize her from those pics I routinely drool over. Yes, the delectible Ahvani was standing THIS close. Damn. I then promply was allowed to insert foot-in-mouth, by Shooter, for failing to recognize our fountain of youth, Danielle Squirts with whom I have a few Austin, TX memories)! Double Damn that nearsightedness. Oh, yeah, this blog is supposed to be about Shooter! Hmmm, where do you start? I guess Jack F. needs to understand the "setup", before he could possibly comprehend the "takedown". For somebody to arrive at the party in Prisoner's garb, carrying his ball (s?). To assume he must have been allowed out of Maximum Security, because of the two skimpily clad Lady Police officers holding the reins to his dog collar. And the knowledge that there must have been an incident where this prisioner got too fresh with some of the Ladies at this event - because they saw fit it fit to bind him to the (stripper) pole in Grand Master Kwasi's kink pad. To discover that that there was an endless supply of Ladies poking and prodding said prisioner, to understanding the words, Commando, and Riding Crop, and "getting even". While in my ancient past, I often admired the talent it took some Ladies to get the "stripper" tittie tassle twirl, down correctly; I'm told the new equal-opportunity version of that has something to do with a "ball and chain" twirl that was closely inspected by a couple of Ladies. Damned if I know what happened Jack - seems I had my glasses off (and couldn't see beyond the sea of Ladies between me and the stage)!
A Clean Wash
I suspect I've seen this before, and by no means is it my writing. However, I believe it may be one of those considerations many need to take - as we develop opinions about others. A young couple moves into a new neighborhood.
The next morning while they are eating breakfast,
the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash
outside. "That laundry is not very clean", she said.
"She doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she
needs better laundry soap" Her husband looked on, but
remained silent. Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments. About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her
husband: "Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this?" The husband said, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows."
And so it is with life. What we see when watching others depends on the purity of the window through which we look.
|
