I have a restless soul and that is why I have done so many different things in my life, trying to find that perfect fit. I like photography and movies because I see past the picture or the film clip and I see the art put into producing such work and I kind of admire some film makers and photographers.
I like taking pictures but am no photographer and I guess my form art of is cooking great foods and baking. For years I have tried to find that one thing that gave me pleasure and it always comes back to cooking. I have made many a cake in my time and I have made desert tables for weddings but will tell you its a hell of a lot of work.
I still have people calling me to make cakes for them but I no longer do it because it’s to costly to bake from scratch and try to make a profit. You have to be in a very affluent neighborhood and a lot of advertising to make it. I no longer cook or bake for anyone but the kids and that is just fine with me.
It’s nice to have someone share your hobbies with its cool to learn new interests from others and I look forward to meeting that special one that can share my interests and I share his and we pick up some new hobbies together, that is what life is about now isn’t it?
Birthdays are special no matter how old you are and you can say it wouldn’t bother you if no one remembered you on your day but we both know different. We secretly want to be acknowledged and presents are always secretly welcome as well and that includes anything homemade which is even nicer to get.
When someone takes the time to say happy birthday to us they are acknowledging us as a person and singling us out from the crowd. It’s a special day and as a kid my birthday was the second most exciting day of the year, next to Christmas of course. I so looked forward to my cake and ice cream and then opening presents was so exciting.
Remember when your birthday was that exciting? Just like a soccer player landing that winning goal, there’s that adrenaline rush as the crowd cheers for you and you alone. Remember looking around the stadium and being mesmerized by all of the fans that you had? Remember how you were so taken aback by such a display of affection by so many you do not know?
That’s how birthday’s used to be when I was a kid, my special day just for me, my special cake and dinner o- how everything was special just for me. As an adult I know longer enjoy opening gifts and there are several people who remember my birthday which is no big deal to me either that there are only a few.
It’s just nice to know that there are those people who care and want to make our day special for us, yes it is nice to have someone want to take you to dinner or a movie and just chilax with you. It’s nice to have that one person you can do nothing with but just being with them fulfills you completely, yes it would nice to share our birthday with that one special person.
This shoulder surgery has really been a bitch and painful beyond anything I expected. I havent slept one good night since the surgery and it’s so hard trying to get comfortable. The shoulder is like a breakfast cereal as it snaps, crackles and pops which I assume is the cartilage. I’ve got the pillows piled up and I flip back and forth trying to get comfortable without any success and it so sux as I lie in bed rubbing the morning chill off of my naked ass.
I’m one of those people who practice the art of learning karate by throwing the blankets on then off again as I get hot and cold all night. I’ve got a pillow between my knees and my naked ass exposed to cool off my lower half as my legs get to hot when I sleep. I like to hold a cold feather pillow to my chest when my upper half gets to hot.
It just feels good to sleep naked and have the sheets on me, between my legs and over my breasts and then thrown off again to expose my entire body to the cool morning air. I get 0ut of bed will my path pre calculated as I run to the bathroom naked, sit on the cold seat and take my morning pee only to run back to bed like a wild woman and dive up under the covers for warmth.
This is the time of day that I start out quite frisky and playful and between the dogs and Khloe my bed is a pet paradise of sorts and its so funny playing with them as they are so silly. It’s funny watching the four legged kids chase each other around the house and poor Gabe is so small he tries to get up on the couch and misses more often than not as he just can’t jump that high, lol.
It feels so good to start the day with a laugh and if it can’t be with someone who shares your life then hell let it be our pets.