ROFLMAO:   Palomita came and asked her three teehee….here goes…I will watch Finding NeverLand and while I know that Johnny Boy attracted it to you in the first place…there must be a story…off the cuff I am thinking that it has something to do with growing up NOT and good ol’ PeterPan…I will watch it…and since you know me so well…I know I will enjoy it…actually when you recommended “Illusions” to me by Richard Bach I ran out and purchased it.. but it was good enough for a second read and I will take advantage of that…thank you again for sharing this with me…you have peeked my curiousity and I want to listen to this song and get my feet moving about…I want to “dance” on the beach barefoot…giggles..I love to dance…here goes:

1) If I were to take a trip with you Idon’t think it would matter too much where we went because I know that I would have the time of my life just being with you…giggling and seeing your smile that I miss…yet if I had to choose it would be StoneHenge in England…why…because you are one of the few people that I know that would respect and enjoy more than the awsesome appearance of the surroundings…you would “feel” the Spirits with me…

2) In my next lifetime what would I like to be…geesh this is hard for me…I am fickle about this…part of me wants to be a dolphin because they are so brilliant and beautiful and free…another part wants to be a soaring eagle so that I may fly above the mountains and survey God’s creations…then there is that part of me that wants to be a Spiritual Advisor and for a brief time hold the hands of those starting on their Spiritual Path…then there is the part of me that wants to be in a financial position that I could travel the world…I think that I would like to try being a man this time instead of a woman and definetly a gay man…I am not turned on by woman but I am a sexual person…do I have to decide…there are so many things I would like to be….

3) what color underwear am I wearing right now…shamefully…actually I am ready for bed and I don’t wear underwear to bed…simply a long Tshirt…thanks for the questions and I hope my answers had you smiling…huggs…Sassy…I love you 22222222222!!! 

fairydragonstar has asked me her three questions…thanks for playing the meme game I will be sure to visit your site and ask you three too…

Favorite Comfort Meal? I love to eat and find all food comfortingf…so this was difficult for me…but it was a close decision between two…while I have always found stew with polenta comforting, I have to say that black bean soup warms my inner’ds more…yet, if I’m sad and need comfort, definitely chocolate and icecream…

Most memorible happy moment? I have two…the first is definitely the birth of my daughter Tere’ I felt so elated and humbled that God had given her care to me…it took me nine years to have her so she was truly a miracle for me…the second would have to be when I lived through cancer…January 27, 1999 is burned in my brain as the day it was removed from my body and I am still so very happy that I have lived through it…

One thing that no one would ever guess about you?  Since I am much better on paper/computer than in person I think that I come across as much more outgoing and self assured than I really am.  Actually I am very shy and insecure and tend to feel uncomfortable in crowds…

I borrowed from Palomita’s blog …actually I asked her the questions and kind of put off posting it and she has “called me” on it…lotz of fun…I hope to answer this for my xanga friends and have the opportunity to ask them too…

Are you up to the MeMe challenge?   Here’s a different take on the MeMe, where you first put your answers in the comments section of my blog.  When you are through, copy-paste the MeMe to your blog, and I’ll stop by and do the MeMe for you!  I will post the answers to everyone’s three questions.

LEMON JOY

My mom lives with me…she has Parkinson Syndrome and takes a lot of medication.  In her heyday she was not the nicest of people.  She was very controlling, nosey to say the least (rifled through everything of mine-nothing was private) and I could go on for ever. There were things about her that I did like a bit but liking and loving are two different emotions…she is my mom and I love her…she makes me nutzzz…well Monday I work at home and do as many errands as I can…Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday my shift is split up and I have a long ride…I go to the bank and am gone maybe a half hour…ran to the food store for a few things and then rushing home to work on paperwork for my boss and a manuscript I am compiling for the new department…she is in the kitchen cutting the tips off ALL my artichokes…I freak…(wrong reaction I know…I’m trying) now I’m arguing with her over the fact I don’t want to make them and she is saying she is doing me a favor and I am blahblah I wanted to do them Thursday night and she is picking what I do again and she is saying they will be fine and I am saying they will wilt and back and forth and louder and my blood pressure is raising and I hear a new voice…saying…WAIT…take a deep breath and calm down…they are shot to hell anyway…your throwing them out…use them to your advantage…I take all the ingredients out…get a pot for her…and say “here…you started it…you finish it I have to work” she is like “but my stories (those ass nine soaps) are on” and I say…I need my kitchen by dinner time and you started a big project here…I have to work…have fun”…I leave the room silently praying the mess isn’t too big…five hours later…she is so exhausted…the kitchen smells like I could kill a dozen vampires the garlic is all over smashed on my seats and the floor and the counters and the table…I smile lift the pot and ask her how much water (she asks for way too much I say nothing and do as she requests) I smile and thank her and tell her they look great and thanks again…the lesson isn’t about the mess I have to clean…the lesson isn’t about the fact that they will never be eaten and the thorns are still on most and the tops aren’t cut and they weren’t banged open…the lesson for her is you can’t control…she says softly is the mess bad (I am thinking YOU THINK) and say no…I clean it while she is at the stove doing her thing with the olive oil…they are simmering and as time goes on the smell is weird…I lift the lid in time to see the explosion of bubbles come pouring out the top…at this point Shining Silk has come over for a cup of coffee and to take Tere’ to work for me since I have a telephone appointment…it smells like soap…she points at Silky (poor dear in the range of fire and my mom has never taken the responsibility for anything) she did this…(Silky had come for lasagna the night before and did more than her share of cleaning which included the pot mom was now using)…mom continues…she didn’t rinse the pot right…(like that happened…she is capable of rinsing a pot…)…many hours later it hits Silky and I…the lemon joy was next to the olive oil…both yellow…Dear Lord…that soap was half full now it is only one-quarter full…mom sprinkled the top of the artichokes with lemon joy…we were hysterical…the garbage bag was quite full and the pot cleaned up very easily…mom says to me that night (by the way I never told her…no need for a fight…lesson was about controlling and she will only deny it…and it was so funny anyway)…she says at like 10:30pm I’m exhausted (she stays up usually until after 2am watching television)…she says I’m going to bed…she is still sleeping and it is 7:35am…usually she is up again…she sleeps in spurts…I would guess that she’ll think twice about deciding what my day will be like…maybe next week I’ll buy artichokes again..I have lost my desire for them right now and bet mom did too…giggles…have a great day…sorry I haven’t visited…I had no computer for a while and still can’t check my email…wonder what is in there…blasted computer…huggs…Sassy

A CONFUSING VISITOR THAT NO ONE CAN SEE…

Lying on the table in meditation…tiny acupuncture needles in my feet fighting to shrink that benign tumor…I get checked next week and I am in great determination that it has shrunk…we are monitoring it…remembering it is benign…I will be fine…this is only precautionary…mentally visualizing the tumor shrinking…the needles are hurting a bit today…I finish my meditation and listen to the CD of the ocean hitting the beach and float…above myself relaxing..I think happy thoughts…sadness seeps in…the children…their smiles…I think happy thoughts…my daughter’s smile…I am truly blessed…my cancer test from last week coming back completely negative…I am truly blessed and thankful…thinking happy thoughts…the sadness comes in…I feel a single tear from each eye falling down the sides of my face…their smiles and voices…him…his smell…I smell his smell…I am very good at people’s smell’s…we all have our own unique smell and as a child I would file it to remember loved ones..I still remember my grandmother’s smell…she past on 35 years ago…I hear a thought from him…not his voice…a thought…”she looks so small on the table”…I look to where I heard the thought….in the right corner of the room it is not his physical being…but I can see him there…I can smell his smell…his black hat on backward which means he is coming from work and attempting to keep his hair off his eyes and still take advantage of the sunlight…it is the hat I purchased for him at the Junior Olympics…he is wearing a black T-shirt…he came to see me…why…I no longer question that he is there…I know he is…but why…I miss him…did he hear my loneliness for him and his children…are we that connected still…think happy thoughts…I try…really I do…the tears are flowing…the sound of the ocean…I miss him and am angry at myself for this…I am ashamed…my life is good…schooling is wonderful..I have come to terms with the new position at work…I am holding the knob on closing the door completely to the relationship with my older sister…this too is hard but I am going forward…think happy thoughts…Tere’…my precious daughter…the piggies…my dogs…their love for me is complete…my daughter…her social life is going forward…this is wonderful…don’t be angry at myself…is he still there…yes…I hear my heart scream I miss you…I hear my brain scream….stop it…the tears are flowing and burn like salty boiling water…I invision the children’s’ smiles…I remember and feel him hold me against his chest and tell me he will always be in my life and he loves me…I beleived him I really did…fool that I am…I am ashamed for letting my heart open and letting someone in that deeply…I know better than that…I learned this from my dad so many years ago when I believed him too…I tell my self get over it this is ridiculous…why is he here…does he miss me too…am I looking for a glimmer of hope…fool…get over it…it doesn’t matter I say…nothing will come of it…I am so ashamed of myself…remembering he doesn’t like me anymore so I must stop…will I stop…I miss you my brother…stop is my silent scream…take this and file it away…count your blessings…be happy…tears flow…how long before the pain stops and the missing stops…I feel like a teenager…this is so silly logically I know this…so why don’t I have control yet…it is going on nine months now…stop counting…tears…his daughter will be 15 on Friday…think happy thoughts…his arms are crossed over his chest but I can’t read his eyes…why are you here…sadly…Sassy………

I have nothing to do…no I’m not dreaming I have nothing to do…it feels really nice…I have ordered Italian food to be delivered…poured myself a glass of red wine…which is a big treat for me…I don’t drink very often at all…and I have my feet up…Tere’ is working and the animals are all happily fed and comfortable, my babies…and the bills are done and the taxes are done…uugghh…I owed money this year yet again…and a lot too…how come I don’t have any extra in my wallet and it took me six years to save for a five day vacation and I still owed money again this year…I’ll never understand it…my babies (furry ones) are all fine…I am watching the herd of guinea pigs play…I went to the hardware store and purchased another pvc pipe for them…they are really inexpensive and they love to run through them…they are so cute…I take the little ones “Tae (who I think is a girl) Kwon (who I think is a boy) and Do (who I am unsure of) to the vet on Thursday to be sexed…Neo is gone and Alfie is spayed, Gracie and Betty Boop are girls…any boys have to be spayed because I can’t interbreed another generation…Betty Boop has given birth to everyone in the cage accepting herself…Gracie and Alfie were her first litter with Neo and Tae, Kwon and Do are with Alfie…so..I am hoping we stop the cycle…it is getting to close and I don’t want any sick ones or anymore for that matter…of course, in a heartbeat I would have Neo back if that was possible…I miss my little guy and think of him every day…but six are more than enough…they are so entertaining and sweet though…I love them each and everyone…did you know that the females are in “heat” always…and that they can get pregnant at four weeks of age…and the males can get them pregnant at seven weeks of age…they will be four weeks this coming Saturday and Alfie is fixed and any males that were just born I still have three weeks to play with but I am moving swiftly this time..I could get used to this leisure time…or maybe I’d get bored…maybe I’ll read a book…maybe I will surf the web…maybe I’ll write a poem…a really hot poem…maybe I’ll start my homework…homework..I do have something to do…well…I like my homework…but maybe I won’t do it…maybe I’ll wait ’till another night and just kick back and relax…maybe a soak in the hot tub…hmmm…choices…it is nice to have choices…I received a wonderful compliment from the master at the karate school…my daughter has been a student there for going on nine years…she assisted for six and started working as an instructor in February…he said that in the last two months she has shown him more dedication, loyalty and respect than many of his other instructors…I think I was beaming…he said while she still has to grow…she is only fifteen, he is amazed at her…he has some trouble if he tells her the simple things..like go across the street and get me a slice of pizza and a drink…she might have some questions…he laughs at this but it is something I have been working on for years…she tends to screw up the things she really don’t want to do…but I’m working on that…but he says (here is a really nice part) I can tell her that I want her to go on the floor and teach the curriculum (she is a second degree black belt) and she goes out there with no fear and does it very well…he says to me…I told you this years ago…she is a natural…it flows from her…I told you when she was interested in competing (she stopped for awhile) that she was a natural…he said some people work so hard to get where she is and she just does it…I know I was beaming…he said..(here is the icing) she is a really good kid…I like her…my face hurt from smiling…see…yes I love her…but I like her too…if she wasn’t my daughter, I know I’d still like her…she is special…I am so proud of her…a few sips of wine and I am a ratchet jaw…like I said…I don’t drink often…poisons in the system and I’m always worried about my kidneys/liver/bladder-being a uterine cancer survivor…Palomita turned me on to this wine a few years back…the bright red bottle (my favorite color) embracing the deep red/burgundy wine in a dry, dry vintage…LunaDaLuna…not very expensive either…what does LunaDaLuna mean…Crazy the Crazy or Moon the Moon…giggles…not even one glass and listen to me…work is pretty good too…my boss is at the hair show in Italy and he has given me a project I am sinking all my teeth into…compiling a manuscript for a department he wants me to head…I am more than a little excited…I really want to help the people in this department meet their full potential and afford them the opportunity to move forward in the company…as for me…I’m happy where I am…22 years with the company…I am hoping I do well and can help everyone…well…I think I will go leaf through my latest edition of Vegetarian Times…ttyl…huggs…Sassy

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!

FEEL ME by Sassy©

Feel me…put your hands on my skin…feel me…

Kiss me softly before we begin…feel me…

Let your breath warm my temples…Let your tongue taste my flesh…feel me…

The tips of your fingers read me…your palms they seem to greet me…

Your kisses ignite my fire and my senses are getting higher…feel me…

You smooth and hold my hair and slowly lick my ear..I start to tingle there and my body wants to be bare…feel me…

Your mouth finds mine in hunger and our tongues entwine as one…feel me..

Your chest on mine so strong and hard my nipples are at peak…

I moan in anticipation of what your fingers seek…feel me…

Deeper they plunge into my place of secret passion folds and with your fingers it is as if you see what my heart truly holds…feel me…

I arch my back in abandoment my arms are open wide…there is nothing of myself from you that I would hide…feel me…

I wonder in my state of mind while inhaling your lovely scent…if this you do with fingers that leave me happily spent…by chance that you should enter me with your manly shaft…my world would shake my mind would quake and all of me you could take…a calling of love…take me…feel me…

MY PERSONAL RECIPE FOR BLACK BEAN SOUP

This isn’t going to be too easy because I don’t really use measurements.  I also cook enough for an army in a very large pot.  Okay…here goes: 

INGREDIENTS:

carrots, onions, celery, sweet peppers, chili powder, Emeril Southwest Essence, cayenne powder, black beans, black beans and more black beans, tomato paste, tomato sauce, distilled water, sour cream, cheddar cheese, tortilla chips and OH YEAH…more black beans…

Using a strong blender or a food processor, grind the onions, celery, carrots and sweet peppers to a paste and put in a pot with a bit of olive oil.  I use enough for the pot…maybe one large onion, four stalks of celery…two sweet peppers and four or five carrots… I saute the mixture in the oil a few minutes and add in my spices (3 listed above) and about two cups of water. You can use fresh beans that you have made overnight…I use GOYA BLACK BEANS…In the processor I grind three VERY large cans of the beans and pour it in, I put in three VERY large cans of beans UNground….equal parts…then I spice it again…let it simmer and and add a few more cups of water…maybe two…I then add in some tomato sauce and several cloves of chopped garlic…let it simmer again…you have to work it so that you have enough water in there to make a large pot but not too thin…I end up using usually about five ground and five unground VERY large cans…but remember….this is a VERY large pot…I also add in some tomato paste to thicken it up a bit….after it simmers…start tasting…do you need more spices…do you need more beans…when your ready to serve, be sure it is “piping hot” and serve sprinkled with the grated cheddar cheese, a dollop of sour cream and some tortilla chips on the side….I hope you enjoy…Sassy

A ST. PATTY’S DAY STORY

by: Sassy

My daughter was in the seventh grade. It was the winter of the “white insulated jackets”…immediately following the Christmas break, or as they call it in the public school system “winter break”…all the children were in church with Father Joe giving mass.  Tere’ started to feel queasy…cut back to first day of school, the teacher introduced herself and told the children…”Please do NOT throw up in my classroom” I can not handle vomit…do I make myself clear…if you feel yourself getting ready to vomit…LEAVE”…cut back to Mass after Christmas break…Tere’ feels stomach queasy…that up, up, up….down…up, up up…down feeling…suddenly…oh no… UP COMES BREAKFAST…once…twice…three times…the entire row of “white jokes” is covered in smelley vomit…teacher screams “RUN FOREST” no…no…I mean…”RUN TERE’ RUN” and is running down the aisle ahead of Tere’ who is spewing all over left and right…on the way out…St. Patty’s Blessed statue gets hit with a big one…my phone rings…”Mrs —…..your daughter is sick…can you come and get her…oh and Sister Donna Marie needs to speak with you now…she got on the phone…Mrs —….(her voice is shaking)…what did Tere’ have for breakfast…me:  uummm…cereal, an orange and some juice…her:  “what kind of juice”…me:  cranberry juice…her:  “OH THANK GOD (giggles)…SHE HAS VOMITED RED AND WE THOUGHT SHE WAS BLEEDING INTERNALLY…me:  Oh MY!!!…I enter the small school…I follow the smell…the line of white red stained jackets waiting to enter the bathroom to clean….the line of teachers helping and many stares at me like I have raised the exorcist and let her loose in their presence…the Priest is still giving Mass…I hear him…he hasn’t skipped a beat…I peak in….what a smell…the janitor, John is cleaning St. Patrick…DURING MASS….I enter the nurses room and the nurse says…smiling…I told her this is no way to make friends…I smile…I look at the line of children all smelley and red…they have much anger…I sign Tere’ out and help her and all of her sticky smelliness in the car…the principal…Sister Donna Marie comes out…she says feel better Tere’ and she says to her…Sister Donna, (not a thought for the other kids mind you) I threw up on St. Patrick and starts to cry…she says…sweetheart…given the Holiday that is celebrated for him…I am more than sure he has looked down many times and saw much the same scene…only in green…I laughed and so did she…Tere’ didn’t understand…I explained later…hope everyone enjoyed their holiday…huggs….Sassy