WWW Love ?

Is it possible to find someone you could have deep feelings for on the internet?

How could you possibly have feelings for someone you've never physically met?

I've often wondered about something like that being real. We've all heard of that. Internet dating. How could that possibly work and have good endings... There are just to many people in this world out to find another person to use.

Yet I suppose if two people would meet each other over the WWW, they could write enough and eventually, no truth could be hidden. When keeping or remembering what was said in those e mail letters you should be able to learn if someone is real or not. Learn their good or even great qualities. Even learn their bad. If the bad's not to bad then I guess you could accept them.

As for the internet dating services... Well I guess if two people were really honest in their communications and took enough time, they could possibly end up with a fine romance leading to a great relationship. Yet one must be aware of fake people. The users of the world.

Then stands the chance that two who find each other could be from opposite sides of the world. Each feeling at one but separated by oceans. Long distant relationships could maybe occur. Nothing physical except the way two minds would touch and find something that could put to shame the physical.

Physical? What is physical but the culmination of two who feel love. Two hearts beating yet never touching in a physical way? Two minds that enjoy each other. Two people who feel each others words and ideas. Two who share openly and honestly all the experiences of their days and lives.

Maybe kind of like two spirits. Not having bodies, but more like two independent forms of energy, spirits, touching each other as no man could ever rationalize. Spirits who fall in love.

Maybe it could be possible that two people that feel deeply enough would never have to touch in the passions of joining two bodies. Haven't we all had at least one friend in our lives that we were so close to that we knew each others thoughts? Knew what the other would do even before they did? Knew they would laugh, knew they would cry or be hurt.

Love is more than the joining of two bodies for the fulfillment of lust. Or even any of the human physical desires. Think when you were but a young child and you felt your parents love. You never thought of them in a way other than spiritual. Nothing physical that included the lustful desires we learn.

So I can see where two people could meet over the internet. Spend time chatting. Writing e mails. Learning who each was. Being open and honest. Then falling in love. Not know for sure what each looks like but loving the minds so deeply that the superficial just would not matter.

Then maybe eventually being together. Laughing and playing like two little children. Enjoying together all the mysteries to be found. Walking and holding hands. Sharing each others views in real time and smiling. Having a love that's possibly better than any other could even be. A love found only in the deepest parts of the mind.

Just something on my mind that I've been thinking about... Think about it yourself. Share here in the comments what you think if you will.

But remember, smile and have a great day!

Rainy Day

This thing between my legs wasn't always a problem. It was cute and cuddly. Made me smile. It fit so nicely between my legs as it slept so quietly. It loved being stroked however gently or firm. I like playing with it! It was so much fun and always left me feeling so happy.

It only went potty once in a while. Yet as I recall it sometimes didn't quite make it, and soaked the floor. But a quick clean up took care of that right away. Now it makes it quite well so that's the end of that chore.

But it's grown now. No longer does it fit so nicely. It's gotten monstrous! What a problem as it lays still between my legs. It's to huge and very, very uncomfortable.

But it's still kinda cute as it hangs there and sleeps. Snoozing and dreaming of play. Wishing I would stop everything right now and just play. Probably even wishing it had a playmate to share it's warmth when it awoke and stood proud.

I still find it nice to play with. Still leaves me with such a smile. It's so nice to stroke whether gently or firm. Yet it's developed a mind of it's own. It wants to play even when I am not ready. Just jumps up standing tall almost with a demand.

It refuses to be satisfied. Seems it always wants to play. It likes to play rough, though sometimes it likes to play in a gentle way. It aches for affection. It wants to be kissed. Wants to feel loved. And needed! It doesn't even care who's hands are on it as long as it feels good.

It craves desire. Wanting more every day. To be wanted and needed and stroked even more. As it lays between my legs and drives me crazy.

No room left between my legs for it to grow and still lay. It must be removed! Needs somewhere else to dwell. Before my hips break as it continues to swell.

My ankles would once again like to be reunited. They haven't been together in so long as I sit here. My feet are so lonely for each other company since it's grown so large.

Sometime even a really bad smell comes from between my legs. An aroma that makes the eyes yell “May Day” and look for life boats. As the tears form and run down my cheeks. Now that can destroy any appetite, so maybe that's not all bad. But I don't recommend it as a diet aid.

Ahh but this wonderful big thing between my legs...

It's Rodeo, my sons little pup. But he's much bigger than when he first laid between my legs as I sat here trying to write. He took up but a square foot of space, but now it's like riding a horse!

Sure hope you got as big of a smile from reading this as I did writing!

See ya Monday! Smile and have a great weekend!

Lies Hurt

This hasn't happened to me for a long time (I don't think it has), but in the past...

I've lost people I thought were friends because someone would say something about me. When I would find out what was said, it turned out it was a bold faced lie. Like I supposedly said something about someone that I never said. Even someones deluded interpretation of something I've said.

Maybe the worst of it all is when someone says that they were told you've done or said something but then will not tell you what it was that you've done or said. How can you defend against something if you don't even know what it is? Then you can't even find out who said you said... Can't even look them in the eye!

Probably the saddest I have ever heard of was a family member who was completely abandoned by her family. All she hears is that because of what she said they want nothing to do with her. They don't answer her calls or letters and don't even invite her or her husband to family holiday celebrations. All without even letting her make an attempt to defend herself! The kicker here, no one will tell her what she was to have said!

I've known many who have gone through this and even hear of many more. Don't get me wrong, I can understand cutting useless ?friends? out of your life but family! Yet maybe I value family higher than many. For me family is all you really have when the chips are totally down and your back's against the wall. I only have one friend who would be there in a real time of need. All the rest may say they would but yah, right... They suddenly are to busy.

Why people would do this kind of thing is so far beyond my imagination that as hard as I try I can't figure it out.

Maybe jealousy. But why be jealous. We all have the chance to do what we want and what we can.

Maybe a deep rooted deceit for the one they are lying about. Yet how could you possibly justify hating that bad? Hate eats you up from within. Your hate works at killing you. You spend all your effort on hating others and where is the time to live? I feel, forgiveness is the best revenge.

Someone who lies about others will eventually be found out. It may take quite a while but, it will happen. Then the liar looses. The biggest thing they lose is their integrity. They also lose friends. Who will trust a liar? How can a liar even trust their self?

But the victim of the lie. There is another person left with a broken heart. Someone else who can't bring their self to trust. Feeling lonely in crowds. Trying to sleep at night with the question “why” stuck in their head. One more lost soul with heartbreak.

How does it make a weak person feel good about their self when they lie about someone? Surely it can not! They may feel good for a moment, but moments pass real quickly.

In stead of telling lies to make yourself feel better. Try making a friend of that person.

Don't use lies as vengeance. Use kindness and forgiveness. That! Will hurt more than a lie. If the other person really did something that bad that you would want to tell a lie about them, kindness and forgiveness will hurt more.

Lies don't ruin good people. It may take a while to get over the hurt. Yet they will heal.

Lies only ruin the liar...

Sorry for the rant today. It has been bothering me and I needed to say it.

OK, I'm off to do what needs done. Then see someone who was hurt by a lie.

I'll get a smile on their face. And I'll be smiling with them!!!

Be Kissed

When you kiss me like this, I think you mean it like that,

if you do baby kiss me again

What a song! And what a video.

I had heard the song quite a few times and thought, just how beautiful is that! What meaning, could there be behind those words other than baby I love you with all my heart, I sure hope you feel the same... Yet what a sad ending to the video when the guy wakes up and realizes it was, all a dream. I honestly never expected that, yet again should I expect that Mr. Kieth would not bring one back to reality.

Now that brings back a few really sad memories. Loving someone, wanting to spend an entire life with them, then being shot down like mad rabid dog!

Thinking you have talked and know so well the thoughts and desires of someone elses life and believing that life and yours would be the dream come true! One of the fairy tale stories!

Laughing at all the same things, each saying funny things and making each other laugh. Feeling the joys of life and sharing them. Finding the funny or strange things of life and laughing about them together.

Loving to do more of the same things than you don't. Loving more of the same things than you don't.

Then! There you are, head hung low, sadness in your eyes, feeling lost, confused and broken as that other tells you, I don't love you anymore...

Once again becoming an empty soul, lost in a world that can't be real. Wanting it to be no more than a nightmare you will wake from.

May try with everything you can to make the other see how much you care. Then find, you only push them farther away. You call incessantly trying to hear one word that says, I still want you and see we should be together now. Instead you only hear a click of a call being ended.

May try in any way the mind can conceive possible to be a presence in their life, so they see you and realize they still want you. Only to realize, you look like a crazy stalker that needs locked away from humanity.

Broken, you finally hang your head and walk away. Still never understanding why?

Crawl in the hole of self pity, now wanting only to be alone. Wishing some how your life would cease to exist. Having a desire for someone to hold you, sooth your pain and make you feel wanted and needed again.

Then slowly. Ever so slowly. Against all odds you can imagine! You begin to heal. Each day a discovery of happy or sad, as you slowly begin to become a human again. A being that feels more than pain.

Is it the loyalty we build in a relationship that's so hard to break even for self preservation? Is it the failure that crushes of our self esteem? Maybe the question of whether anyone will ever really want us? Is it the need to make the best out of anything we have no matter the obstacles in our way? Does any of these even matter? When that end comes.

Many of these same questions could be asked for someone in any abusive relationship! Not just when a heart has been broken, but when a heart is being broken every day!

No matter what makes a soul feel bad. It's that long, slow, agonizing journey that can't seem to be shortened. The trip with no clear cut road map.

Yet, the trip that we must travel. The journey we need to take.

Put on the very best smile you can and travel that journey, knowing your not alone. I'm here sending you a kiss, a hug, and a warm knowing smile.

Should you know, or find someone in need, help them to again find their smile and share with them, your smile.

All Messed Up

Ahh, Marilyn Monroe. I may be going back a bit far for some to remember...

There was one real pretty person. Not only beauty, but talent. She made people laugh, made people feel warm, made some very excited, could even bring a tear. Such a full wonderful life, yet a life so short.

Rock Hudson! Now there is a name that used to make many women's heart beat a little faster. What a fantastic film career! That guy left me feeling like I was a part of the movie. I was kinda young and also felt a little jealousy. Man... He had all those beautiful women and wow what a great looking life.

Sweet little Lindsay Lohan. Many of us watched that little girl grow up in ads, on TV and the movies. Watched in awe at her preformances. She made many young lads hearts, go pitter pat. Look at her life now...

Charlie Sheen. Other than raving about many of his movies and saying how much I'd laugh at the latest TV series he was in. The following of shallow girls that can't wait for a chance to be with him, and the not so shallow, who made an escape. What more needs said...

Heck, I could go on all day! But I'll just let it stand here.

So where am I going with this? Another review? No...

If you don't know the lives of some who I've mentioned. Use you favorite search and see for yourself. All those beautiful people had something in their lives that really wasn't so beautiful. EVERYONE DOES! That's just life...

It would be so nice if we could just take out our brains and shake all the dust, junk and bad things out, wouldn't it... It would be nice to just take it out and have a garbage collector carry it away with all the other trash from our lives. It would be nice to erase the yesterdays!

But bummer... We can't.

It would be really nice if we could reboot our brains like a computer that's got to much crammed and stuck in the RAM. Yet again, we can't.

Nope. We're stuck with bad things that happen to us, bad things we do in moments of dumb. Nasty hurtful things people say. Even ugly images of ourselves we've drummed up, or others have given us.

No eraser, no reboot, no vacuum cleaner, not even a dust rag. Whatdayado...?

Well... We can forgive others. We can even push others hurt given to us aside and still manage to have a friendship.

Why, can't we forgive ourselves???

Me. I kinda take all the old crud when it pops up in my mind, and think about it. Decide if it has any use in my life, or can be of some value. If so, I do my best to remember it and why. The useless and hurting stuff. Well I can't unlearn so it's just there. Maybe as a warning to me to not make the same mistakes again. Be they things I did or things that were done or said to me.

Other people that have caused pain or bad feelings, I let those memories be a warning to watch out for who I talk to and take as a real friend. I let them help me decide if a person is really a friend, has a potential to become a friend or is just another of a really long long list, of acquaintances.

OK, I'm done boring you for the day. Besides, I want a kiss!

I'm gonna go see the cows and see if one of them will give me a big sloppy kiss : )

May your day become bright and a smile bring you warmth and happiness!

Who's Smarter

We have two dogs living here with us. We also have a big, very old tom cat that lives anywhere he wants. Usually in the barn tucked away nice and cozy amongst the bales of hay. Until he decides to wake and stalk out evil mice. But that is why I like him so much.

He is one really great hunter of mice that think nothing of invading the outbuildings and destroying anything they can.

He doesn't bother with the mice in the fields. Just the thieves and vandals, the destroyers of our peace, that think nothing of others possessions and hard work.

Now back to the dogs. One is a very old beagle who now likes to spend her time sleeping and eating. Not much energy any longer, but a very sweet and loving creature she is! She only wants to chase bunnies in her dreams now. She doesn't care for much excitement...

The other, I allowed my son to get. He is an American Bulldog Terrier. AKA, Pitt Bull. Now he's a confused little guy. But that's in his genes. The Bulldog that wants to lay around taking life easy and spend much time sleeping, then the Terrier who can't stay still for a second and always has to seek adventure. These poor guys are born needing therapy...

The doggie that was bred to help control monster size cattle when they didn't want to be controlled. The doggie that would save people who were to slow to get out of the way of the angry cattle that needed to be controlled. A dog that was bred to work. The fearless dog! Yah, right...

This guy runs for cover at the roar of thunder. Should you drop something and it crashes to the floor with a thud. He jumps and has a scared look in his eyes as he tries to find a place to hide. Usually at my feet! Now he does have no fear of the cows, but instead he nuzzles them and shows his love. Should one begin to get angry and out of hand, he will bark and growl and let them know there is no place for that kind of behavior. But otherwise he's a meek little guy that loves to play. He shows nothing but love and a desire to please and play to anyone who comes around. But just like me, he's willing to defend and will, should it be necessary!

Point is, we all live here and get along. We don't let preconceived notions of what one should be blind us to what we really are. That old tom cat. Well he swatted the dogs once or twice to show them he would not be messed with. The dogs and him will now lay together sleeping.

That old beagle, she had to let that big old pitt bull know where she stood on subjects of tired, too much energy and whose food was whose. I've had to assert myself a few times with all of them to teach them my ways and rules. No different than with raising kids and teaching them not to be wild. Never quite making each other hate. More like getting to know each other and how to get along.

Now we are really all different kinds of creatures. Not one of us looks alike. We don't speak the same languages. We all come from different backgrounds. Heck we're all different colors. Yet we all live in a peaceful existence. Filled with understanding and caring, under the same roof and on the same territory. WE! Are family.

Even those cows that live in the barn and the fields look forward to seeing the rest of us and we them. We all marvel at birds as they search for food, make nests, sing us their songs and fly.

The diversity of life we have here is just so interesting. So much fun.

Why is it that the humans of this world, the most intelligent beings, the superior forms of life on this planet! Why are we always fighting?

Why can we not be intelligent enough to discuss differences? Differences of self and differences of the world. Then learn, grow and become something better, than we are today... Why can we not accept each other...

Sure makes me smile as I ponder the intelligence, or lack there of, between humans and critters.

A Review ?

I'd like to point out that new link added to the “Blogs I Like” over there on the right side of the page. There is a new addition, really.

Clumsy Mumsy In Stilettos

I found her blog quite a while ago. I lurked almost every day, seeing if she was for real and what kind of person she was. Yah, most of us would rather have followers and commenters. But even lurkers, people who come but don't follow or comment, are welcome.

Well, I don't comment until I think I'm somewhere I'll really like. Then after I like someone's blog and feel kinda good about their blog... I'll become a follower and comment. There are many I read and find interesting, but then within a short time I begin to see the real person behind the blog. Sometimes they're not really nice at all... I do not become a follower!

Well let me tell you! Clumsy Mumsy In Stilettos had me in stitches quite a few times. She has a knack for finding a way to humorously get her point across. She seems like a young lady that already has a long lifetime of really great wisdom. Quite honestly, she helps me to have a smile even when I don't feel like smiling. That doesn't happen often, but it does happen.

From many of her posts you can sense she has a wonderful, caring heart to go along with a fantastic personality. She will make you smile! She is FUN!

Check her wonderful blog out, see what you think! If ya like her half as much as I do, become a follower and show her the love! All of us bloggers like to see followers and it really does help us when you show your love by becoming a follower. It kinda lets us know you care and our efforts are not in vain.

It's nice to see comments. Comments can give us a different perspective that maybe had never crossed our minds. Comments can inspire us with a new idea for a post. We do want to be here for our readers! Without wonderful readers what would be the point? We would just be beating our minds and wasting time writing for nothing but ourselves. That would be like talking to ourself. I Know, I know, I do that anyway, but...

Following isn't hard, just click on that little follow button and it walks you right through the steps. You can decide to use an account you already have or even create a new account. You can use your name or make up a name, your alter ego. You can even follow as anonymous, though I wonder why anyone would...

If you want you can even upload a picture and use it instead of that icon. Then we can look upon your shiney smiling face and our blogs begin to feel more like home.

I'd also like to thank all of you who have become followers here on my little blog! It sure makes an older guy feel real, real good. Kinda warms the heart! And I thank you from the bottom of my heart!

I also know of one reader here that can't follow. They use Webtv. I looked for ways they could follow but came up empty. I only knew about them because they e-mailed me. I even downloaded a program that let me see on my computer just what they could see. It ain't pretty...

What I felt was a nice looking blog that expressed me. Looks bland and uninteresting... I really have to give that reader a ton of my heart and twenty tons of thanks!

So please do take a little time and check out Clumsy Mumsy In Stilettos!

If you can, come back and let me know what you think.

After all your thoughts do matter to me, just like you matter to me.

OK, I'll shut up now so you can go and have a really smiling day!

Peace, Love and Flower Power!

Oh man the sixties are really rollin through my head today. Next thing ya know I'm gonna be lookin for a VW Microbus...

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee