This is a “personal” story…my daughter would probably freak out if she knew I posted it but it was so funny…I just had to…forgive me…I’m a mom…so…she had to go to swimming practice and it was her “time of the month”  ugghh…I tell her she needs to wear a tampon and I get her the new “teenage slimfits” (I kid you not that is what they are called). She wants to know if she can just not wear anything and I tell her not unless she wants to scream “SHARK” in the pool when it starts to show in the water.  I sit her down and take one out and show her what it looks like and tell her what she is to do.  I then make her take one out and look at it and shoot it up in the air so she can see how it works.  When she had no more questions…which didn’t take long…STAGE ONE…she took a fresh one and went in the bathroom and was in there about twenty minutes.  I knock on the door and ask if she is okay. She opens it a crack and says she hasn’t started and thinks she is going to throw up. I tell her to put it down and come out and sit with me.  She sits down and relaxes and I tell her that she isn’t going to throw up, she is just scared and it is making her feel that way. If she is that scared, she doesn’t have to do it and can just skip practice. She says no, I’ll try again. STAGE TWO…she goes in the bathroom looking like she is going to experience a horror and is in there for maybe a minute. Mom, I dropped it, can I have another one.  Mom, it popped out the top, can I have another one, its’ on the floor. I give her the box. She went through another half dozen I think…Finally…she comes out with a not pleasant look on her…I ask…is it in…her response…yeah…I ask…does it hurt…her response a sharp loud NO…I ask her…then what is the problem…her answer…the problem is I feel like a teabag…I laughed soooohard…and another step toward becoming a woman…enjoy your Wednesday/Humpday…huggs…Sassy…

I received a few emails this morning from xanga friends…Victoria Rain is me…just a writing name I use. That is all. 

 received a few emails this morning from xanga friends…Victoria Rain is me…just a writing name I use. That is all. no…not OUR Xangaland Carlo…this is written for and about a dear friend of mine, Carlos that past on a while back…lol…my little poem is causing confusion…I truly didn’t mean for it to do this…clarity…clarity…too much mist last night I guess…

I remember…in memory of Carlos…my dear friend

Sitting alone in the mist…I remember

Silently wanting to be kissed…I remember

His hands so warm and gentle…I remember

As his touch set me on fire his embrace wetted my desire…I remember

The breath of youth upon our faces…I remember

The smile of innocence so real…I remember

The night was silent and moved slow…I remember

As if to help our passions grow…I remember

We could stare in each others eyes and no there were no lies

…I remember

His fingers on my skin and his touch would then begin…I remember

Our lips would touch like a butterfly wing and then press until they would sting…I

remember

Slowly we sank down and lay upon the ground and our wanting would be found…I remember

Sitting in the mist…I remember

Silently wanting to be kissed…I remember

©Victoria Rain…huggs…Sassy

It is only Tuesday and for some reason it feels like it is Thursday.  I’m so sleepy I can’t even keep my eyes open…all day…so…I’ll check in on your posts and GuiciMan sorry I hit submit three times…I am sleepy…huggs every one…I want to go hear the rain hit my sunroof while I lay on my water bed…waterbaby me…niteynite…Sassy

Kaziophia has this on her site…huggs Kazi…Sassy:

Okay…so I am doing laundry and I go down stairs and once again my “live in” ghost has locked the laundry room door from the inside. I used to get scared…now I get pissed…I try to reason with him…”c’mon…this basket is heavy…don’t make me put it down”…jiggle/jiggle…(shit)…paleezzzze…jiggle/jiggle (shit)…LOOK YOUR NOT FUNNY…you have the energy to turn a lock and not the common sense to follow the white light out of here…do you like being lonely…don’t you WANT to go to heaven with your loved ones…jiggle/jiggle (shit)…down goes the basket…through the basement to the workshop door which enables me into the laundry room from the other end…I get there…unlock the door yet again and do the laundry…spit/sputter…your an asshole…your a moron…the voice inside me tells me to be nice and he’ll not feed off my negative energy…but I am NOT nice…and my hands are flaying and my mouth is hollering and I smell him and feel a cool breeze near me…and it pisses me off…time to sage again…why doesn’t he realize how much I hate to do laundry….happy Saturday my friends…love Sassy

I read this and thought it worth sharing:

Keep Quiet Here and Now. 
You are Happiness, you are Peace, you are Freedom.
Do not entertain any notions that you are in trouble. 
Be kind to yourself.
Open to your Heart and simply Be.

Poonjaji

MY MOTHER BOARD IS FINE…IT WAS MY MAIN DRIVE AND IT IS FIXED AND GUESS WHO…THATZ RIGHT OUR ONE AND ONLY SHINING SILK…ONE OF THE COMPUTER WONDERS OF THE WORLD…I SWEAR SHE COULD MAKE A TUNA CAN INTO A COMPUTER…THANX SILKY…HUGGS…SASSY

Sorry I haven’t visited or posted…my “play” computer blew it’s Mother Board…uugghh…and I have only my “main work” computer…when ever I come down here to play…I see the work on my desk and poff…I’m busy and don’t get time to post or visit…but I promise I will…going visiting for the NewYear’s day…hope all of you had a great holiday season…I love you all very much…huggs…Sassy