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It's margarita night....
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It's margarita night.... 1, 2, 3, and then my friend says floor. I say, tequila makes my clothes fall off. And, it is hot enough tonight to let them. We left Maya Cafe on Route 9 and by the first light my top and bra were off. How well do people see into other cars anyway? Soon we were on I-84 and zipping our way home. It just felt good to let go. I hope all of you have a nice relaxing and uninhibited weekend. "Don't count the days, make the days count" |
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5/27/2011 4:22 pm |
love to chat with you sometime
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Only tangently related to what you are saying, but I'll tell the story anyway. Last weekend I was at a SUNY commencement ceremony. Seated behind me was a young lady from Russia that had graduated in the morning ceremony. When the Star Spangle Banner was sung, she remained seated. I was irked. I wanted to say something to her, as my own daughter had introduced me to her the day before. But, I saw the other faces around us. If I said anything, they would have chimed in and there was a possibility of a scene. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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I too would have been "irked." I would have felt that even if this young woman didn't want to stand during our National Anthem, she at least should have shown some respect and stood anyway. But then I remembered. We, as Americans are celebrating a time of memory for all those who serve and have served. A time to remember all who offer themselves up in sacrifice and have already sacrificed their lives to give this young woman the very right and freedom to choose not to stand during our National Anthem. The freedom not to show respect and not to stand is one our men and women died to uphold and save. In a way, though she will probably never understand, by not standing, she validated all that those who serve and have served our country, fight and fought for - Freedom. Most probably, in her own country, she would not have had the freedom to show such disrespect. It may sound strange but her choice not to stand is really part of what we as Americans are supposed to remember this weekend. That and those who offer their lives in sacrifice and gave their lives in sacrifice for - Freedom.
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I too would have been "irked." I would have felt that even if this young woman didn't want to stand during our National Anthem, she at least should have shown some respect and stood anyway. But then I remembered. We, as Americans are celebrating a time of memory for all those who serve and have served. A time to remember all who offer themselves up in sacrifice and have already sacrificed their lives to give this young woman the very right and freedom to choose not to stand during our National Anthem. The freedom not to show respect and not to stand is one our men and women died to uphold and save. In a way, though she will probably never understand, by not standing, she validated all that those who serve and have served our country, fight and fought for - Freedom. Most probably, in her own country, she would not have had the freedom to show such disrespect. It may sound strange but her choice not to stand is really part of what we as Americans are supposed to remember this weekend. That and those who offer their lives in sacrifice and gave their lives in sacrifice for - Freedom. It's a pet peeve I have with kids today. Many are not standing for the pledge in school each morning. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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A pet peeve of mine as well. Many of our youth have absolutely no respect for anything. It's an all about me world today and many could care less about other people and the world around them. Maybe one day when their freedoms have been either reduced or vanish they will ask "what happened?"
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A pet peeve of mine as well. Many of our youth have absolutely no respect for anything. It's an all about me world today and many could care less about other people and the world around them. Maybe one day when their freedoms have been either reduced or vanish they will ask "what happened?" The one good thing that happened with the incidence at the commencement, I had a nice discussion with my younger son. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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People can see in very well unless you have tinted windows. I could tell you a story about it, but it would take too long to do so.  AKA The Clit Whisperer. 
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One of the papers I wrote in college for a Visual Literacy project was entitled "Reality lies not in the event but in the individual's perception of that event." The perception of many youth today is that their perception of disrespect goes only one way - towards them. There is always a gift regardless of the initial incident and one of your gifts that day was the nice discussion with your younger son. Every time something happens in my life and I first ask "Why did this happen," it gets turned around to "What am I supposed to learn from this" or what was the message for me?" Your initial post also reminded me of the other week (May 21st) as I was driving down to the Bronx Zoo to take pictures I looked in my rear view mirror and was greeted with a wonderful sight. A young woman in the car behind me was taking off her shirt and her (female) friend sitting next to her was holding the steering wheel. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were in plain view with large, dark aureole standing out against white skin. She eventually put on a different shirt, covering her "sisters" but not before I was able to feast upon the visual delights in my mirror.
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People can see in very well unless you have tinted windows. I could tell you a story about it, but it would take too long to do so. My windows are lightly tinted. At times, when my kids are sitting in the back seat and I approach the car, I can't see them. Now, if I go right up against the window, yeah I can see in. I have the time for a story. Please tell it! "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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One of the papers I wrote in college for a Visual Literacy project was entitled "Reality lies not in the event but in the individual's perception of that event." The perception of many youth today is that their perception of disrespect goes only one way - towards them. There is always a gift regardless of the initial incident and one of your gifts that day was the nice discussion with your younger son. Every time something happens in my life and I first ask "Why did this happen," it gets turned around to "What am I supposed to learn from this" or what was the message for me?" Your initial post also reminded me of the other week (May 21st) as I was driving down to the Bronx Zoo to take pictures I looked in my rear view mirror and was greeted with a wonderful sight. A young woman in the car behind me was taking off her shirt and her (female) friend sitting next to her was holding the steering wheel. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were in plain view with large, dark aureole standing out against white skin. She eventually put on a different shirt, covering her "sisters" but not before I was able to feast upon the visual delights in my mirror. For years I wore sweaters or vests, not because it was cold, but because I was embarrassed that my nipples protruded. If I had it all to do over again.... These babies would be free all the time. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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One of the papers I wrote in college for a Visual Literacy project was entitled "Reality lies not in the event but in the individual's perception of that event." The perception of many youth today is that their perception of disrespect goes only one way - towards them. There is always a gift regardless of the initial incident and one of your gifts that day was the nice discussion with your younger son. Every time something happens in my life and I first ask "Why did this happen," it gets turned around to "What am I supposed to learn from this" or what was the message for me?" Your initial post also reminded me of the other week (May 21st) as I was driving down to the Bronx Zoo to take pictures I looked in my rear view mirror and was greeted with a wonderful sight. A young woman in the car behind me was taking off her shirt and her (female) friend sitting next to her was holding the steering wheel. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were in plain view with large, dark aureole standing out against white skin. She eventually put on a different shirt, covering her "sisters" but not before I was able to feast upon the visual delights in my mirror. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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If I had it all to do over again.... These babies would be free all the time. That's one of the things I love about the warmer weather. Protruding nipples and everything that goes with them...
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ummm the thoughts of these nipples sticking up
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