WHAT MATTERS...

Barbara Ward-Finneran

Having faith beyond reason.

The love of a parent.  

A songs that make you smile.

Saying "I love you" and really meaning it. 

Being charming.

Laughing till it hurts.

Hugging the kids, for no reason at all, just because you can.

Keeping the promises that you make to yourself!

CELEBRITY BIRTHDAYS FEBRUARY 18

Andrei Kirilenko
Brian Waters
Cybill Shepherd
Dennis DeYoung
Dr. Dre
Gary Neville
George Kennedy
John Travolta
Juelz Santana
Milos Forman
Molly Ringwald
Vanna White
Yoko Ono

WHAT DOES SHE REALLY MEAN



TRANSLATIONS PLEASE........

(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up. 



(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine. 



(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!

(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a not word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)

 

(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake. 



A WORKING CLASS HERO IS SOMETHING TO BE!!

Tony Walker

Tired of all the finger pointing?

Tired of feeling like no matter what you do you just can't get ahead?

Tired of watching the fat cats get fatter?

Tired of all the stupidity?

ME TOO!!!!

Ladies & gentlemen, my name is Tony Walker. And I am running for President!!!

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Presidential-Elect-Tony-Walker/109651509136954

"Tony Walker is broke, physically & financially.
He has no money & no leg.
This Country has no money, no brains, & no balls.
Tony Walker figures it can't get any worse so why not take a shot at fixing this."

I'm tired of getting screwed without a kiss by: Corporate America Insurance Companies Lawyers Gas Companies GOVERNMENT As President I will have American companies keep their businesses in this Country, I will go after the oil companies, & I will have a party every Saturday night at The White House. There are only 2 perks I will take-endless women & the cadillac of prosthetic legs. Is thatOK?

Let's take a look at the economic crisis.

People need jobs. When you have a job you make money. When you make money you spend it. Spending gets the economy moving.

I say legalize prostitution! I say legalize marajuana!

Sex sells. Always has always will. If some slob wants to spend his money on a skankie whore why should we stop him? What harm does it do us?

Shouldn't everyone have the right to get laid??

I don't smoke weed. Never have. But almost everyone I know has & most of them will again.

Why not make it legal? It's less harmful than beer! 

With all the money spent on weed & hookers, doesn't it make sense to legalize it, regulate it, tax it, & profit from it?

Think of all the jobs it creates!!!

Outsourcing.

One topic that makes me sick.

As President I will fine companies that outsource. 

I know what most people say.... "Americans don't wanna work hard!"

I personally refuse to believe that but if it is true I say we work with the big companies to find a way to get Americans to gain a work ethic this Country once had!

As President I will have a party in The White House every Saturday night. During my term every person that voted for me will get to attend these parties at least once. 

I will order Van Halen, Billy Joel, Bruce Springsteen, and many many others to perform at these parties FOR FREE. 

As President Dawn Boyle will have a "top secret position" that will require her to stay at The White House overnight a few times a week.

VOTE FOR TONY WALKER! 

GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!!

EATERY IS OPEN...SPAGHETTI SQUASH WITH MARINARA

Spaghetti Squash with Marinara Sauce and Parmesan Shards1 spaghetti squash
Olive oil
2-3 garlic cloves, smashed
Butter

Finely chopped scallions
Salt and pepper
Parmesan shavings
Marinara sauce

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

While oven is heating, poke squash with a metal skewer several times to create steam holes. Put on a plate and cook on high in the microwave for 6 minutes.

Take it out of the microwave and let it cool a few minutes. Cut in half lengthwise and scoop out the seeds with a spoon. Brush the cut sides generously with olive oil. Rub the cut sides with the smashed garlic, drop the garlic into each half and put a pat of butter on top of each garlic.

Put cut sides up on a cookie sheet and into the oven. Roast until the squash is soft and easily shreds with a fork lengthwise, 30 to 50 minutes depending on the size of the squash. Squash will also be lightly browned on the edges.

Shred squash and put in a serving bowl. Remove large garlic pieces and discard. Salt and pepper to taste. Add sliced scallions and parmesan. Serve with marinara sauce on the side.

THROUGH HIS EYES

Marion Pellicano Ambrose

This was posted on Facebook by a good friend of mine and it really made me think. What if I could see myself through my dog’s eyes? What if we all could?

Dogs don’t care if you’re too fat or too thin. (My dog thinks I’m beautiful!) They could care less if your socks match or your jeans aren’t designer. (My dog thinks I’m a fashion queen!) They love you even when you’re cranky and feel compelled to make you feel better when you’re sad. (My dog thinks I deserve to be happy all the time.)

My dog thinks I’m important. He looks at me with adoring eyes.

He can’t wait to see me when I come home, even if I’ve only been gone 3 minutes. When I’m gone for more than a day, he mourns for me.  He would rather be with me than do anything else in the world. He’s thrilled if I pay attention to him, but is content to lay by my side when I’m busy with something or someone else.

When I think of myself as my dog sees me, I feel pretty wonderful! I feel special and loved and very, very needed. I wish I could really be what my dog sees when he looks at me!

HART'S DESIRE - AN APPETITE FOR LOVE (RATED M for MATURE)

DESSERT ANYONE???
On this day of love I dedicate this to the one who inspires my writings... 
Who inspires me...  XO

Jillian B. Hart

An adult dinner party to celebrate Valentines day seemed like a good idea at the time.  In retrospect, a party of eight had become quite the crowd. Robbing the early evening of an intimacy made for two.  Especially when her day dreams danced to dark hours of the evening and the sweet treats and hot thoughts that whet her appetite, causing her libido to soar.  She couldn't stand it any longer.

She smiled and winked at him tantalizingly - bending over the table and leaning in towards him enough to provoke attention to the soft mounds of flesh spilling from her clingy v-neck. Grinning to herself knowing the red lace of her push up was certainly playing peek-a-boo from his view.

She twisted her eyes to point seductively down the hallway before turning on her heel and clicking stiletto spikes across the hard wood floor. The noise of festivities fading behind her as she fancied her way to the master bathroom. She went in but left the door unlocked. Ran her fingers through her hair tucking some behind her ears and licking her lips to a shine - as she heard the sound of the knob twist and a second later he was in and had locked the door behind him. She turned away from the mirror to face him and before she could inch towards him, he instantaneously lifted her onto the counter and pressed his mouth to hers. Her heart skipped and then raced.  She returned his kiss with equal intensity and want, parting her full painted lips to invite their tongues to tango soft and deep circles together.  Their bodies gravitating like magnets to one another. As he pushed in closer her short skirt rode up her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Pulling him close enough to feel his hardness pressing against her.  Her pulse rocketed, her hands making fists in his hair as moist heat flooded at the apex of her widely parted legs. His hands roaming her body, petting her bosom and taunting her now firm, hard nipples that begged for attention. She scrambles at his buttons and his shirt fell to the floor.

She pulled at his pants and yanked down the fly. Grabbing him and eagerly inviting him out. He reached under her skirt and was delighted to discover that there were no panties underneath. He lifted her up and parted her swollen flesh with teasing strokes of his manhood. A breathless moan escaped her mouth - the sound dripping with erotic desire, as her arms tightened around him. His hands holding her by the round cheeks of her ass, he hitched her up higher and pressed in, submerging himself, to become fully surrounded by her hot wetness. She gasped with pleasure as he slid deep inside of her. Her legs and arms around his body holding her aloft as she rocked up and down his pulsing rod. She writhed on top of him as he thrust in and out of her. Her moans growing louder as he plunged deeper and deeper. Orgasm pulling at him as her juices were dripped like warm rivers on his thighs and she tighten around him. Harder and faster. His moans now in rhythmic tempo with hers. He purposefully nudged her back against the wall forcing her legs to split further apart, lifting them higher, wanting more. Harder and faster with each stroke. Deeper and more intense he pumped her hard up against the cold tile wall. Her groans mixed with cries of pleading desire. Scorching liquid streamed from her. Her hands tight on his back and her nails slightly dug into him as she felt herself about to slip into erotic rapture. Keenly aware of her mounting climax he hammered into her unrelentingly determined to have her finish all over his throbbing shaft. A raspy voice in his ear, "Come with me!", as she banged her hips against him and a cry of complete ecstasy evaded her lips. Her orgasm ripped through her like a flash of electric current through her veins. She threw her head back and helplessly trembled with pleasure. Her climaxing muscles tightening around him and with one more hard thrust he came into her. Both of them panting for air as she rocked on him to milk every drop, milk every second of this titillating moment, before her body melted onto his and they sank slowly down onto the cool ceramic floor.

He watched her chest rise and fall as they both caught their breath. Their eyes met and they held the glance for a long moment. She once again winked at him as a grin stretched across her face and accented her flushed cheeks.

"We should get back to "dinner" before our guests miss us", he said.

She grabbed his shoulders and pulled his face closer to her, pressing against him with one last long, lingering kiss. Her eyes sparkling as she looked directly into his...

"But, you must promise me seconds later... And be certain to save room for dessert"!

A sexy giggle as she added, "You know how I LOVE DESSERT!"..........

VALENTINES DAY QUOTES~SHAKESPEARE

"The course of true love never did run smooth."
William Shakespeare

"So long as I can breathe or I can see
so long lives your love which gives life to me."
William Shakespeare

"When you depart from me sorrow abides, and happiness takes his
leave."
William Shakespeare

"Love from one side hurts, but love from two sides heals."
William Shakespeare

"Love goes to love like schoolboys from their books. But love from
love, towards school with heavy looks."
William Shakespeare

"Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind."
William Shakespeare

"My only love sprung from my only hate."
William Shakespeare

"A friend is one who knows who you are, understands where you have
been, accepts what you have become, and still gently
allows you to grow."
William Shakespeare

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY FROM DRL!

May you have love in your heart 

and happiness that wraps around you 

today & always!

PARANORMAL PUB: Valentine From the Grave

 Marion Pellicano Ambrose

Marilyn was missing her husband, Jonas, having lost him only four months earlier. He was a romantic and had always made Valentine’s Day special for her. Each year he made her a special card with a loving verse he wrote himself. Since Valentine’s Day was only a week away, she was feeling very melancholy.

The next morning, the phone rang rather early. It was her favorite niece, Katherine, who was away at art school.

“Aunt Mari”, she said, “ You’re going to be getting a package from me.”

Her voice was shaky and high pitched.

“Honey, are you OK?” Marilyn asked.

“Yes, Aunt Mari, but there’s something I have to tell you. The package isn’t exactly from me.”

“What do you mean” Marilyn asked.

“Last night, something suddenly woke me up. When I sat up, Uncle Jonas was there. He took 4 Valentines out of his pocket and lay them out on my bed. He opened each one and showed me what they said. After he was sure I had read each one and saw the design, he picked them up and put them back in his pocket. He pointed at me and smiled. Then he disappeared. I knew what he wanted. I sketched each one out and wrote down the words. I put each one in a separate envelope and sent them in a package to you. I think he wants you to open one each year.

And that’s exactly what Marilyn did for the next four Valentine’s Days.

On the fifth one, she died in her sleep.