At first,I was like

then I was like

then I was like

uh huh,

then I was like

almost....

Interesting. I'm watching one of the pirates movies now.

Good morning cove tribes. I come in piece. hahaha

Sup...Morning((((Izzy)))))

Just getting out of bed and letting people know I'm up and about. So they can start hiding. lol

Tim McGraw~Southern Girl

Now I ain't sayin' them LA ladies don't know what they're doin'
And I been in love with New York City a time or two
I had some Seattle coffee, some Chicago wind
Some Kansas wheat fields I'd love to see again
But the fireflies play where the cattails grow
And them southern girls, they talk nice and slow with

Kisses sweeter than Tupelo honey
Little bit crazy like New Orleans
Memphis blue and Daytona sunny
Soft as cotton in some cut-off jeans
Don't you know,
Ain't nothing in the whole wide world
Like a southern girl

(Southern girl rock my world
Hazel eyes and golden curls
Put on a country song
We'll dance all night long)

A southern girl's mama probably taught her how a lady should act
But a southern girl's probably got a barn somewhere reared out back
She'll get a little hay in her hair, her tires in the mud
She's been caught in the rain, and washed in the blood
Likes cherries in her coke, takes a little sip,
Comes over to me with them sunburned lips and them

Kisses sweeter than Tupelo honey
Little bit crazy like New Orleans
Memphis blue and Daytona sunny
Soft as cotton in some cut-off jeans
Don't you know,
Ain't nothing in the whole wide world
Like a southern girl

(Southern girl rock my world
Hazel eyes and golden curls
Put on a country song
We'll dance all night long)

If you've ever seen Savannah heat up when the stars come out
Well, then, fellas, come on, you know what I'm talkin' about

Kisses sweeter than Tupelo honey
Little bit crazy like New Orleans
Memphis blue and Daytona sunny
Soft as cotton in some cut-off jeans
Don't you know,
Ain't nothing in the whole wide world
Like a southern girl

(Southern girl rock my world
Put on a country song

[Repeat 'til the end:]
(Southern girl rock my world
Hazel eyes and golden curls
Put on a country song
We'll dance all night long)

Have you ever been punch by a donkey? I hear it's pleasurable. hahaha

I guess it is everything,I have been through..that makes me who I am today.
Good and Bad ...Good and Evil..Evil and Hatred.Sadness and Love.

But strip all that away..and it is like taking a bite of chocolate...and not knowing it was creme filled.

I can't change..I'm just me...I do me.

I have noticed, that the level of Maturity, cannot be measured by Age.

You know, I forgive because it gives ME peace.

You know what makes IT the best..Is being able to Give.

Giving is Recieving.

You're a Hostess cup cake? Stay out of the water. A shark might take a bite out of you just to get the cream filling. But if you want to be eaten. I like Hostess cup cakes. hahaha

snickers*

That's funny Izzy.

Well thinking about what the cream filling could be when it comes to a girl. I'm not so sure I would want that in my mouth. lol

Was that to dirty? hahaha

Your Ok in my books Izzy.
I think your doing okay.

I guess it is everything,I have been through..that makes me who I am today.
Good and Bad ...Good and Evil..Evil and Hatred.Sadness and Love.

But strip all that away..and it is like taking a bite of chocolate...and not knowing it was creme filled.

I can't change..I'm just me...I do me.

I have noticed, that the level of Maturity, cannot be measured by Age.

You know, I forgive because it gives ME peace.

You know what makes IT the best..Is being able to Give.

Giving is Recieving.


........

You wronged me..I knew about four minutes afterwards...if that.
I should wear the Eye of Horus.

I have carried Hate..deep in my soul..I know the feeling..of wanting to rip somebody's face off and wipe my a s s with it.
But I have grown since then..I have a temper..of course.
I cannot deny that, and never will.

May you get the blessing's and love you need.
Always2~K
Sherrie.

You made me think of this poem.

Lady Lazarus


by Sylvia Plath

I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it--

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?--

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot--
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart--
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash--
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there--

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.