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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 7:57 pm
Do you believe in signs, because I do. I believer everything (good or bad) happens for a reason. Life tells you ether your on the right path or not, so pay attention.
At a young age I'd see my life like a feather floating in the wind, with no real control, being lead to my life's goal. Did I know what goal that maybe, nope not at that age but being lead just the same.
Sometimes the signs are very clear and easy to read...
As a young girl, in our house my mother would have little signs; our motto: Live, Love and Laugh. Interesting enough I still live by this rule of life, to live long, love much and laugh with unabashed joy.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:43 pm
Meeting the man of my dreams...
Yes, I wanted to meet my true love but didn't know what kind of man I would be happy with. It wasn't until I figured out what kind a person I was attacked to; personality wise, that I started having dreams about him.
I'd have dreams of a tall, faceless man with broad shoulders. Smart, with an confident air about him. A man that was confident and strong enough to let me be me. That's a tall order, who on earth is going to fill the bill? Damn it, why do I have to be so picky. *sighs* oh well.
It wasn't until a year later that my friend invited me to a "dinner party". Ya I know she is trying to set me up, and at this point I don't care. I'm living on my own and I'm going to the free meal.
The 2 guys she invited over: the first guy started crying in the middle of dinner because he had just filed for separation from his skanky wife, that day.
The other guy came to dinner wearing a full, fluffy, peach skirt. to match his hair. Needless to say, the only thing I was interested in was my meal. eek
6 months later, I see one of guys in my favorite pagan book store. He is chatting with the clerk there, a friend of his, and from the back of the story I hear them whispering to each other about me. She is telling him to go and talk to "her", ask "her" out. And I'm trying not to laugh out loud. because for the life of me, I can't remember which guy this was...the heartbreak kid, or Tootsie. oh well, at least I'll get to see a movie and have a bag of popcorn for dinner
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 9:09 pm
Man of my dreams part II:
I later find out that he's the one that cried about his cheating wife.
He takes me to the movies for our first date, and because we hear good reviews on Forest Gump, we pick that one to watch.
Setting in our seats, the lights go down and the movie starts.
The first thing you see in forest gump is a beautiful blue sky and a little white feather floating in the wind. The air current is blowing it from one place to another, and tears start to run down my face. I'm scared because my life has changed. I carefully look towards him to study him while he is watching the movie. And I know this man is going to change my life, either for good or bad it doesn't matter because I know it will never be the same again.
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