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I am owned and collared by Master Hillman321 and have been since April 2006. Although he tends to spoil me at times, I am his slave and always will be. If you have any questions about this, you may direct them to my Master.
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I hope everyone had a very nice and eventful Valentine's Day  |
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HAPPY MABON!  |
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This place has become so boring and dead with all the same wannabees, liars, and pretenders just changing their names (but posting the same pictures!). I Think I'll go where it is livelier and more fun with real forums for real people...not just a select few! Here I come F**L**E |
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I’m “no slave” when you do not take responsibility for you actions.
I’m “no slave” when you do not take responsibility for you properties.
I’m “no slave” when you do not help me feel safe before acting.
I’m “no slave” when you ask for then dismiss my views.
I’m “no slave” when you will not accept our differences.
I’m “no slave” when you violate my basic human needs.
When I’m “no slave” - you are no Master.
Borrowed from x_Raven_x |
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I came across something called the "Hanky Code". So, if you go by this I am into black, Dark Blue, Light Blue, Grey, Dark Pink, and definitely Mustard!  |
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You are hereby notified that you are strictly prohibited from disclosing, copying, distributing, disseminating, or taking any other action against me with regard to this profile and the contents herein. The foregoing prohibitions also apply to your employee , agent , student or any personnel under your direction or control.
The contents of this profile are private and legally privileged and confidential information, and the violation of my personal privacy is punishable by law. UCC 1-103 1-308 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED WITHOUT PREJUDICE |
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No joy can equal the joy of serving others. ~Sai Baba |
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If a man make himself as he teaches others to be, then, being himself well subdued, he may subdue (others); one's own self is indeed difficult to subdue. The Dhammapada (The Buddha's Path of Truth) |
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"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself." ~Harvey Fierstein |
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Bin Laden needed taken out, there is no doubt about that, but I think Martin Luther King, Jr said it best:
"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for multiple hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that, Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that." |
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Women are Angels and when someone breaks our wings we simply continue to fly...on a broomstick. We are flexible like that...
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“Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man.”
Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)
Happy New Year to all! |
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Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! the earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth's shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone's perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I've come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn't filled with fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that's mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren't any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let's play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree's finery.
They were just reaching home when suddenly it came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
"Happy Yuletide, my children," she whispered. "Good night." |
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Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under yours stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting no to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night
Everybody scream, everybody scream
In our town of Halloween!
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life's no fun without a good scare
That's our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween
In this town
Don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everybody scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy
Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King, now!
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
La la-la la, Halloween! Halloween! [Repeat] |
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While you are out searching for greener pastures, someone else may be looking to plow the field you let go fallow. |
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Samhain is a Wicca holiday that is usually celebrated on the last day of October (Halloween, or All Hallows Eve) and is the Witch's New Year. It is considered to be a very magical time and is said that it is easy to communicate with loved ones who have passed on because the Veil between the world of the living and the world of the spirits is lifted this night.
Some of the traditions associated with this holiday are:
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Leaving offerings of food on your alter for the wandering dead
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to guide ancestors home, light a single candle
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put out extra chairs for your unseen guests
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since some lost spirits will be wondering about, bury apples along the road side for them
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Traditionally, turnips are hollowed out and carved to look like protective spirits (that's right, turnips, not pumpkins)
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this is the time that livestock is slaughtered and the meat preserved for eating during the winter
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Community (neighborhood) Bonfires are lit
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your hearth fire should be lit from the bonfire to ensure unity
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Ashes are spread over the fields to protect and bless the land.
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Fortune telling games, always fun unless you have secrets to hide!
So, you see, Samhain (pronounced SOW – in) is not the wicked, devil worshiping holiday that most Christian churches try to tell you it is. It is a time of celebration, a time of preparing and readiness for the coming new year. It is a celebration older that any Christian Holiday.
)O( Blessed be to all )O( |
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Hello everyone. Just thought I would share a few things today.
SweetPetSlave has really gotten out of shape since coming out here to California, so this morning, SweetPet cleaned out all the little corners in her computer area where things always seem to disappear and found some DVDs Master had bought for His slave over the last two years. One is a belly dancing for beginners, another is AM & PM yoga for beginners, and the newest is the Shake weight 6 minute work out. So, since it was already into the second cup of coffee type morning, SweetPet put the yoga one up (in plain sight) and grabbed her shake weight and one of the 2-lb weights as a balance and did that workout....feeling good now..SweetPet decided she would at least watch the belly dancing video and actually did some of it ( W/we live close to the San Andreas fault so SweetPet did not want to get too carried away with the shaking just yet. Really feeling better, SweetPet dusted off the treadmill and did a brisk 7 minute walk @ 2.5 mph! (Yea slave!). Master had to leave before the treadmill walk, but seemed really pleased that His slave has started back into some kind of workout routine. He has never really fussed at SweetPet as he knows His slave has developed some problems like arthritis in the upper and lower spine, a screw in one ankle and a really bad knee because of the other problems. Master also knows His slave has never really let any of these things dictate her life style and knows His slave will never just lay down and quit! SweetPet has also found some really good meditation and stretch yoga for beginners by Tara Stiles on YouTube. So, now SweetPetSlave is going to make a great comeback at getting fit. SweetPetSlave will never be (and does not wish to be) one of those size 2 or even size 4 skinny girls, but, she would like to be a fit what ever size. For any of you out there who think you have to be 20 or 30 something to start getting back in shape, think again. Do what you can and pretty soon you will be able to do more. SweetPetSlave hopes this will inspire others to get into or back into some kind of fitness routine.
Blessed be to all
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“Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”
—Howard Thurman
Hmmm, so...how alive (or dead) are you? |
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Pet has a question for all of you claiming to be Masters...
Which of these two words (and their meanings) truly truly describes you? Be honest with yourself if you wish others to take you serious...
Master
noun
1: a male teacher
2:a person holding an academic degree higher than a bachelor's but lower than a doctor's; a revered religious leader; a worker or artisan qualifies to teach apprentices; an artist, performer, or player of a consummate skill; a great figure of the past (as in science or art) whose work serves as a model or ideal.
3: one having authority over another;ruler, governor; one that conquers or masters; victor, superior; one having control; an owner especially of a slave or animal; employer especially of a servant; husband; male head of a household.
Bully
1: a blustering browbeating person; one habitually cruel to others who are weaker; a pimp; a hired ruffian.
A person who teases, threatens, or hurts smaller or weaker persons; intimidator.
2: a violent, brutal person who is often a member of an organized gang (hoodlum).
Related words:
antagonist. Enemy, harrier, nuisance, persecutor, pest, tease, teaser, heckler, goon, hood, hoodlum, punk, rough, roughneck, rowdy, ruffian, thug, tough, cutthroat, felon, gangster, gunman, mobster, racketeer.
Pet doesn't expect anyone to answer her directly, but do take time to read and think it through carefully then answer the question for yourself.
Oh, Pet will be ignoring the bullies! |
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Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.
anonymous |
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“What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life - to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories.”
—George Eliot
Is this not true of the relationship between a true Master and His true slave? |
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Old Farmer's Advice
Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.
Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled.
Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.
Forgive your enemies; it messes up their heads.
Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.
You cannot unsay a cruel word.
Every path has a few puddles.
When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
The best sermons are lived, not preached.
Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.
Don't judge folks by their relatives.
Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
Live a good, honorable life.. Then when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time.
Don 't interfere with somethin' that ain't bothering you none.
Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a Rain dance.
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin'.
Always drink upstream from the herd.
Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.
Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.
If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around..
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply.
Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.
Don't pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight, he'll just kill you.
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"Let us tenderly and kindly cherish, therefore, the means of knowledge. Let us dare to read, think, speak, and write.” —John Adams
It would seem that the educational system is teaching the opposite of this as very few young people dare to read, think, speak, and write...at least in an intelligible way. They no longer cherish knowledge. How sad for the world. |
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“I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived. Curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.”
—Eleanor Roosevelt
A very wise lady! |
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“We are not what we know but what we are willing to learn.”
—Mary Catherine Bateson
This opens up all kinds of possibilities, doesn't it?! I have always felt that W/we should all be students at all times. To stop learning is to terminate life! |
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Southern women appreciate their natural assets:
Clean skin.
A winning smile.
That unforgettable Southern drawl.
Southern women know their manners:
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, sir."
"Why, no, Billy!"
Southern women have a distinct way with fond expressions :
"Y'all come back!"
"Well, bless your heart."
"Drop by when you can."
"How's your Momma?"
Southern women know their summer weather report:
Humidity
Humidity
Humidity
Southern women know their vacation spots:
The beach
The rivuh
The crick
Southern women know the joys of June, July, and
August:
Colorful hi-heel sandals
Strapless sun dresses
Iced sweet tea with mint
Southerners know everybody's first name:
Honey
Darlin'
Shugah
Southern women know the movies that speak to their hearts:
Fried Green Tomatoes
Driving Miss Daisy
Steel Magnolias
Gone With The Wind
Southern women know their religions:
Pentecostal
Baptist
Methodist
Football
Southern women know their country breakfasts:
Red-eye gravy
Grits
Eggs
Country ham
Mouth-watering homemade biscuits with momma's homemade jelly
Southern women know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
Chawl'stn
S'vanah
Foat Wuth
N'awlins
Addlanna
Mobile
Southern women know their elegant gentlemen:
Men in uniform.
Men in tuxedos
Rhett Butler
Southern girls know their prime real estate:
The Mall
The Country Club
The Beauty Salon
Southern girls know the three deadly sins:
Havin' bad hair and nails
Havin' bad manners
Cookin' bad food
Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you don't "HAVE" them , you "PITCH" them.
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Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc., make up "a mess."
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Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of "yonder."
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Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is, . as in: "Going to town, be back directly."
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Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
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All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
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Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad.. If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!
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Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right near" and "a right far piece." They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20.
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Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.
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No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.
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A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb , or an adverb.
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Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, ... and when we're "in line," we talk to everybody!
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Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're related, even if only by marriage.
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In the South, y'all is singular, all y'all is plural.
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Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
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Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food...they can be served with any meal!
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When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin'," you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!
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Only true Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk." Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like our tea unsweetened. "Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk.
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And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway.. You just say,"Bless her heart" ...... and go your own way.
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To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southerness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning.. Bless your heart!
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And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, ... bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin' to have classes on Southernness as a second language!
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And for those that are not from the South but have lived here for a long time, all y'all need a sign to hang on y'alls front porch that reads "I ain't from the South, but I got here as fast as I could."
Y'all come back real soon now, ya hear?
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“It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.”
—Albert Einstein
The Master should be the teacher who awakens joy in creative expression and knowledge in His slave. |
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“The tears of faithfulness to your beliefs cleanse your spirit to envision the road ahead. Everything is possible for the person who believes.”
—Adlin Sinclair
The tears I have shed while in service to my Master have helped me to see that I am truly His slave, and have also helped me to become a better slave to serve Him. |
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Here's an idea...try reading the entire bio above the journal post. You would save yourself a lot of time as well as keeping SweetPet from having to go through all that bulk mail after Master sees it. It is clearly stated which mails go into the bulk. So please get a clue and read before you write! |
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“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.”
—Helen Keller |
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“Set out each day believing in your dreams. Know without a doubt that you were made for amazing things.”
—Josh Hinds |
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“I remind myself every morning: Nothing I say this day will teach me anything. So if I'm going to learn, I must do it by listening.”
—Larry King |
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Life isn't about how to survive the storm...
It's about how to dance in the rain.
---unknown
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“You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough.”
—Frank H. Crane
How do you know how much and who to trust? |
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I normally do not repeat medical information I get on Email, but this item is relevant and may be very helpful:
A procedure now being taught in all medical schools! If you are bothered by occasional or frequent constipation, look in the mirror and repeat the following phrase three times in succession when symptoms occur:
"My financial and personal well being are totally in the hands of Barack Obama, Joe Biden, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi, Tim Geithner, Rahm Emmanuel,
Barney Frank, Chris Dodd, and Al Gore"
If that doesn't scare the crap out of you, then you are probably destined to be backed up for the rest of your life.
There is no need to thank me for this advice; I'm just doing a public service. |
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Calling an illegal alien an 'undocumented immigrant' is like calling a drug dealer an 'unlicensed pharmacist' |
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Two statues stood in a city park: one female and the other male. These
statues faced each other for many years.
Early one morning, an angel appeared before the statues and said,
"Since the two of you have been exemplary statues and have brought
enjoyment to many people, I am giving you your greatest wish. I hereby
give you the gift of life. You have 30 minutes to do whatever you
desire."
And with that the angel gave a command and the statues came to life!
The two statues smiled at each other, clasped hands, and ran toward
some nearby woods, diving behind a couple of bushes. The angel smiled
to himself as he listened to sounds of the two statues giggling,
bushes rustling, and twigs snapping.
After fifteen minutes, the two statues emerged from the bushes,
satisfied and smiling.
Puzzled, the angel looked at his watch and asked the statues, "You
still have fifteen minutes. Would you like to continue?"
The male statue looked at the female and asked, "Do you want to do it again?"
The female statue broke into a big smile, looked into the male
statue's eyes, and said, "OH, yes. Yes!
"But this time YOU hold the pigeon down and I'll poop on its head!" |
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Never Choke in a Restaurant in the South!
Two hillbillies walk into a restaurant. While having a bite to eat,
they talk about their moonshine operation.
Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins
to cough. After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real
distress. One of the hillbillies looks at her and says, 'Kin ya
swallar?'
The woman shakes her head no.
Then he asks, 'Kin ya breathe?'
The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no.
The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up her dress, yanks down
her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his tongue.
The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the
obstruction flies out of her mouth.
As she begins to breathe again, the Hillbilly walks slowly back to his
table.
His partner says, 'Ya know, I'd heerd of that there 'Hind Lick
Maneuver' but I ain't niver seed nobody do it!'
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“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.”
—Elisabeth Kubler-Ross |
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A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables; and when he picked up a CD player to place in his sack, a strange, disembodied voice echoed from the dark saying, "Jesus is watching you”.
He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off and froze. When he heard nothing more after a bit, he shook his head and continued.
Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard, "Jesus is watching you”.
Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot.
”Did you say that?” He hissed at the parrot.
“Yep”, the parrot confessed, then squawked, "I am just trying to warn you”.
The burglar relaxed. “Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?"
"Moses” replied the bird .
"Moses?" the burglar laughed. "What kind of people would name a bird Moses?"
"The kind of people who would name a Rottweiler Jesus . "
(hee hee)
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“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? [Christmas] came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
—Dr. Seuss |
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Bah Humbug!
 hee hee...Merry Christmas to all |
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A funny email I got today...
You've all heard the story
About Rudolph and his nose
But I'll tell you a Christmas tale
That never has been told
You may think you've heard it all
But you ain't heard nothing yet
About that crazy Christmas
That the North Pole can't forget
Rudolph was under the weather
He had to call in sick
So he got on the horn to his cousin Leroy Who lived out in the sticks
He said "Santa's really countin' on me
And I hate to pass the buck"
Leroy said "Hey, I'm on my way"
And he jumped in his pickup truck
When Leroy got to the North Pole
All the reindeer snickered and laughed
They'd never seen a deer in overalls And a John Deere tractor hat
But Santa stepped in and said "Just calm down"
Cause we've all got a job to do
And like it or not, Leroy's in charge
And he's gonna be leadin' you"
And it was Leroy, the Redneck Reindeer
Hooked to the front of the sleigh
Deliverin' toys to all the good ole boys And girls along the way
He's just a down home, party-animal
Two-stepping across the sky
He mixed jingle bells with a rebel yell And made history that night
Before that night was over
Leroy had changed their tune
He had'em scootin' a hoof on every single roof
By the light of the neon moon
Santa wrapped his bag with a dixie flag
He was havin' the time of his life.
And you could hear him call
"Merry Christmas to ya'll
And to all of ya'll a goodnight"
And it was Leroy, the Redneck Reindeer
Hooked to the front of the sleigh
Deliverin' toys to all the good ole boys And girls along the way
He's just a down home, party-animal
Two-stepping across the sky
He mixed jingle bells with a rebel yell And made history that night
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“Dedicate some of your life to others. Your dedication will not be a sacrifice. It will be an exhilarating experience because it is an intense effort applied toward a meaningful end.”
—Dr. Thomas Dooley
This is how a real slave should feel about her submission to her Master. |
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Old Time Sex
A husband leans over and asks his wife, 'Do you remember the first time we had sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind the village tavern where you leaned against the back fence and I made love to you.
'Yes', she says, 'I remember it well.' 'OK,' he says, 'How about taking a stroll around there again and we can do it for old time's sake?'
'Oh Jim, you old devil, that sounds like a crazy, but good idea!'
A police officer sitting in the next booth heard their conversation and, having a chuckle to himself, he thinks to himself, I've got to see these two old-timers having sex against a fence. I'll just keep an eye on them so there's no trouble. So he follows them.
The elderly couple walks haltingly along, leaning on each other for support aided by walking sticks. Finally, they get to the back of the tavern and make their way to the fence.
The old lady lifts her skirt and the old man drops his trousers. As she leans against the fence, the old man moves in.. Then suddenly they erupt into the most furious sex that the policeman has ever seen. This goes on for about ten minutes while both are making loud noises and moaning and screaming. Finally, they both collapse, panting on the ground.
The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life and old age that he didn't know.
After about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering, the old couple struggle to their feet and put their clothes back on. The policeman, is still watching and thinks to himself, this is truly amazing, I've got to ask them what their secret is.
So, as the couple passes, he says to them, 'Excuse me, but that was something else. You must've had a fantastic sex life together. Is there some sort of secret to this?'
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I don't know who originally wrote this, but I like it!
MARIJUANA FILLED FIREWOOD'
'Hello, is this the Sheriff's Office?'
'Yes. What can I do for you?'
'I'm calling to report 'bout my neighbor Virgil Smith....He's hidin' marijuana inside his firewood! Don't quite know how he gets it inside them logs, but he's hidin' it there.'
'Thank you very much for the call, sir.'
The next day, the Sheriff's Deputies descend on Virgil's house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept.
Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at Virgil and leave.
Shortly, the phone rings at Virgil's house.
'Hey, Virgil! This here's Floyd....Did the Sheriff come?'
'Yeah!'
'Did they chop your firewood? '
'Yep!'
'Happy Birthday, buddy!'
(Rednecks know how to git-R-dun).
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Happy All Hallow's Even everyone... |
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Inner Peace
A Doctor proclaimed the way to achieve inner peace
is to finish all the things you have started.
So I looked around my house to see things I'd started and hadn't finished, and, before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of
Merlot, a bottle of shhardonay,
a bodle of Baileys,
a butle of vocka, a pockage of Prunglies,
tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valum scriptins,
the res of the Chesescke, an a box a choclits.
Yu haf no idr who fkin gud I fel.
Peas sen dis orn to dem yu fee AR in ned ov inr pis.
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Funny, sometimes, how you have to admit a parent was right about at least one thing. My Mom always said, “Men are just little boys grown tall.”
A male friend (a Master/Dom) expanded on this by saying, “The only difference between men and boys is the size and cost of their toys.”
I am finding both these statements to be proven true every day! |
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The Donkey
An old man, a boy & a donkey were going to town.
The boy rode on the donkey & the old man walked.
As they went along they passed some people who remarked it was a shame the old man was walking and the boy was riding.
The man and boy thought maybe the critics were right, so they changed positions.
Then, later, they passed some people who remarked, 'What a shame, he makes that little boy walk.' So they then decided they'd both walk!
Soon they passed some more people who thought they were stupid to walk when they had a decent donkey to ride.
So, they both rode the donkey.
Now they passed some people who shamed them by saying how awful to put such a load on a poor donkey.
The boy and man figured they were probably right, so they decide to carry the donkey.
As they crossed the bridge, they lost their grip on the animal and he fell into the river and drowned.
The moral of the story?
If you try to please everyone, you might as well...
Kiss your ass goodbye!
Have A Nice Day And Be Careful With Your Donkey
-anonymous friend |
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"Above all be of single aim; have a legitimate and useful purpose, and devote yourself unreservedly to it. "
—James Allen
I have a single aim. I have a legitimate and useful purpose. I am a slave to my Master, and I am unreservedly devoted to Him. |
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“The need for devotion to something outside ourselves is even more profound than the need for companionship. If we are not to go to pieces or wither away, we must have some purpose in life; for no man can live for himself alone.”
—Ross Parmenter
This is probably the ultimate description of BDSM. Each of us, in our own way, have that need for devotion. The Master/Dom -- the devotion to owning and/or dominating the slave/submissive. The slave/submissive - – the need for devoting ourselves to the Master/Dom.
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“My belief is that personal freedom cannot grow beyond personal responsibility. The more people that learn to be fully accountable for their lives, the more freedom each of us can enjoy and the more fulfilling all of our lives will be.”
—Reed Konsler
This makes sense. Most people are not responsible enough to handle the freedom they claim they want. |
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Please, everyone, read carefully!
SweetPet declines invitations to be put on anyone's “friends list”. The reasons are simple:
Pet is very particular whom she calls “friend”. To me, a friend is someone I have known for sometime. Someone with whom I have things in common. Someone I with whom I enjoy talking and spending time in their company.
A friend is not someone who has viewed my profile and wants to add my picture to their gallery. I am not a “mare” in your “stable”! And will not be advertised as such.
I realize that some do not care if their picture and name is plastered all over someone else's sight like some kind of trophy. That is their business. But it is not the way I count friends. Acquaintances, people who you kind of know and like, yes...BUT NOT FRIENDS!
I can say, and proudly so, that I can count my friends on one hand. These are people I can trust with my deepest secrets and my life. These are people I know who will be there for me what ever the reason and I for them.
So, think again before asking to put me on your “friends” list. |
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Pet really likes this one:
“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. You are the guy who'll decide where to go. ”
—Dr. Seuss |
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“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.'”
—Mary Anne Radmacher |
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“Take control of your destiny. Believe in yourself. Ignore those who try to discourage you. Avoid negative sources, people, places, things and habits. Don't give up and don't give in.”
—Wanda Hope Carter |
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“Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart.”
—Author Unknown |
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If you view my profile, then most likely I will view yours. So if you don't wish for me to view yours, DO NOT view mine! |
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I love being Southern bred, born, and raised!
1. What is the difference between a Northern zoo and a Southern zoo?
The Northern zoo has a description of the animal on the front of the cage.
The Southern zoo has the description of the animal and a recipe!
2. What is the difference between a Northern Fairytale and a Southern Fairytale?
A Northern Fairytale begins “Once upon a time...”
A Southern Fairytale begins “Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit...”
--anonymous |
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Does anyone here ever read the articles on Newsvine? If you don't, maybe you should try. It is a collection of news events from all over along with some articles published there by the members. Some of them are quite delightful, some very informative, and others just down right funny.
I just read an article about dove hunting. Being Southern bred, born and raised, I found it rather fun reading. I never did understand all the trouble and expense some people go through for a chance to shoot at a little bird that offers not more than a mouthful of bitter tasting meat!. I'd much rather engage in deer or wild boar, or even turkey hunting. It is more challenging, more fun, and you get a lot more meat for your trouble!
Another activity I enjoy is fishing. I am the type who likes to “bank” fish on a lazy spring day. I sit under the shade of a nice tree, with my cooler near by full of cool water and maybe a coke or two, listening to the water lapping against the bank, listening to the occasional fish jumping, then if I decide I want to catch one, I'll bait my hook with a big ole night crawler and get serious. After I catch a few (bream and crappie are my favorites), I head home to clean my catch of the day. To me, there is nothing as good as fresh fish you've just caught, cleaned, and cooked yourself that very same day.
Ah, well...now I am getting the urge to go camping. Maybe when the weather cools down a bit... |
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Why do some feel that by changing their name it will change who they are and what they've done? They prove within minutes they are the same person by doing the same things they did under their old name. This makes no sense. If you go through the trouble of changing you name in the hopes of a new start, then don't do the same things (viewing the same profiles) you did under your old name. You give yourself away every time and prove you are just a game player. |
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“To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.”
—Anatole France |
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“Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. The friends who listen to us are the ones we move toward. When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand.”
—-Dr. Karl Augustus Menninger
Maybe some Masters could take a lesson from what Dr. Menninger says here. Sometimes your slave/sub has something to say. It may not seem important to you, but if you take the time to listen, she would have no reason to look for someone who will listen. |
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“The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.”
—Mohandas Gandhi |
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Pet has discovered the cyber world of MMORPG...at Master's invitation. We have fun going on adventures in these strange lands...and He is very much my Master even in that other world.
Well, back to causing havoc and misery to the enemy! |
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"Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.”
—Ashley Smith
Hmm, I've been saying that long before that child was born. But, it is still a true statement. Sometimes W/we get so busy with O/our own needs W/we forget to stop and take a look around us. W/we are surrounded buy beauty in this world, and W/we don't have to look hard to find it. W/we just have to look.
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“The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.”
—Truman Capote |
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Master and His SweetPetSlave went to San Gabriel today for the memorial services of Thick Huyen Quang. He was 87 years old and spent most of his life imprisoned or under house arrest for unifying the Buddhist Church of Viet Nam, opposing the French tyranny , and opposing the Communist regime. It was a very moving ceremony, and as always, everyone was good to Master and His SPS.
Being at the service, hearing about this man, and reading what I can understand about his life and his fight has made Pet realize how lucky she is that she is an American. I wonder how many of us would continue to fight for not only our freedom but the freedom of our entire country if we had to continuously face the same obstacles Thick Huyen Quang did through out his life.
If you'd like to know more about Thick (Master) Huyen Quang, there are several good articles on various sites about him. I just hope his successor will continue to follow the path he has started. |
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“No one is more cherished in this world than someone who lightens the burden of another.”
—Author Unknown
This is why I cherish and love my Master so much. He has lightened my burden by assuring me of my place in His world, at His feet and by His side always. I, in return, have tried to lighten His burden by taking care of the little every day things like the house, yard, and the pets W/we have.
(Please, if you use a quote from another person, whether they are well known by many or only by you, have the courtesy to credit them with the quote. If they do not wish their name to be published, at least put anonymous in place of their name. If you do not know the name of the person who made the statement, put Author Unknown. To do otherwise is plagiarism and puts you in the same category of L. Ron Hubbard and other fakers. Just another thought...you might want to write your journal in word first, then copy and paste here after you do a spell check and a proof read.  ) |
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“To sit patiently with a yearning that has not yet been fulfilled, and to trust that, that fulfillment will come, is quite possibly one of the most powerful "magic skills" that human beings are capable of. It has been noted by almost every ancient wisdom tradition.”
—Elizabeth Gilbert |
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“The inability to open up to hope is what blocks trust, and blocked trust is the reason for blighted dreams.”
—Elizabeth Gilbert |
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“You can buy a person's hands but you can't buy his heart. His heart is where his enthusiasm, his loyalty is.”
—Stephen R. Covey |
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Master
If you look the word up in the dictionary, this is probably what you will find:
A male teacher:a person holding an academic degree higher than a bachelor's but lower than a doctor's: a revered religious leader: a worker or artisan qualified to teach apprentices: an artist, performer, or player of consummate skill: a great figure of the past (as in science or art) whose work serves as a model or ideal: one having authority over another: one that conquers: one having control: an owner especially of a slave or animal: the employer especially of a servant: the male head of a household.
My Master:
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is my teacher
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holds an academic degree higher than a bachelor's (several in fact including a doctorate or two)
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has headed a religious-type group before
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is qualified to teach apprentices in several fields
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could be a performer, does play instruments, and has “perfect pitch” therefore has a great singing voice. He also is a player of “other” consummate skills
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He has in the past had authority over others and now over me, His slave
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He is a conquerer (He conquered my fears from all the bad Masters I have had)
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He does have control over the things that matter to Him (including me)
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He is my owner
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In a sense you could say He is my employer, for I am His servant
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He is the Head of this household.
My Master is also my best friend, my only lover, and when I need Him to be...my Daddy-figure.
Without my Master I am lost, and so small in this huge unforgiving universe. With my Master and His strong guidance, I can face the problems the universe throws at me, I can stand up to those who try to bully me into doing their self-centered bidding, I can feel safe and warm at all times, because I know even when He is not physically here, He is always with me.
So, you see, My Master is a true Master in every sense of the word. |
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"If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in.”
—Rachel Carson
It could also be said that if and adult is to keep their inborn sense of wonder alive, they need the companionship of a child...or at the very least the companionship of an adult who has never lost their inborn sense of wonder.
I try to really look at the world around me every day as it changes constantly. Sometimes they are large, noticeable changes. Other times they are small and seemingly insignificant, but they are changes that could shape our tomorrow. Remember that every day is a brand new day. Open your eyes to it and really look at it, and enjoy it. |
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“What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.”
—Aristotle |
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“Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.”
—George Eliot [Mary Ann Evans]
This quote is why I choose not to have "instant online" friends. |
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“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”
—Thornton Wilder |
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“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.”
—Mitsugi Saotome |
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“The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt.”
—Frederick Buechner |
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“Consider the rights of others before your own feelings, and the feelings of others before your own rights.”
—John R. Wooden |
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SweetPet got to go to Big Bear today for a special dedication at the Buddhist Temple up there. The way the roads twist and turn reminded me of the roads back in Alabama and the Smokey Mountains. It was pretty up there and that is one really nice lake! They even stopped on the way back at the lake for SweetPet to take pictures since it was her first time there. Pet wanted to go swimming so bad, but the water would have turned her into a popsicle right now. It is still too cool up there for swimming, but maybe later this summer Master and Pet can go back up for a day.
Tomorrow is an important day on the Buddhist calendar. It is the day that Buddha supposedly was born, then later reached enlightenment, and then even later died. It also happens to be Wan Phra, which is a special Monk day that happens about once a week. So, tomorrow is going to be a long and tiring, but very special day.
If anyone is interested in attending the Veska Puja tomorrow, you can probably check on line and find a temple near you that will be holding the services tomorrow evening. |
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Strange, but whenever Master is gone for a long time, the Fleetwood Mac song "Little Lies" keeps playing in my head. |
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“Strive to be first: first to nod, first to smile, first to compliment, and first to forgive.”
—Anonymous |
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Pet went to North Hollywood Yesterday for a special Buddhist celebration. W/we heard an actual Thai youth musical group play some Thai music on authentic instruments. Then W/we watched some Thai dancers do a couple of dances. That takes some real discipline to do those moves. So slow and precise! Especially the leg movements. The food yesterday was absolutely wonderful. There were monks representing all sects of Buddhism there, including at least one Nepal Discipline monk, and a Japanese Zen Buddhist monk. The Thai Ambassador was there and gave a short speech. There was even a Catholic Priest in the “Officials” audience. The people were friendly and wanted to make sure that W/we had food, water, and comfortable chairs. It was a good day. |
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“I feel the capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest significance.”
—Pablo Casals |
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“We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope.”
—Martin Luther King, Jr. |
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“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.”
Anne Lamott
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Pahūtavitto puriso
sahirañño sabhojano,
eko bhuñjati sādūni --
taṃ parābhavato mukhaṃ
Buddha |
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I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright;
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me - who knows how?
To thy chamber-window, sweet!
The wandering airs, they faint
On the dark, the silent stream;
The champak odors fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must die on thine,
Oh, beloved as thou art!
Oh, lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast:
Oh! Press it close to thine again,
Where it will break at last!
Percy Bysshe Shelly
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Well, Pet got to see part of LA this past Monday. Some friends wanted us to ride with them to take some other friends to LAX. The trip was uneventful and the traffic was good, so we made good time. I was not expecting that from everything I have ever seen and heard about the freeway to and around LA. When we got to LAX, Pet was sooooo glad that we were not going in. That place is HUGE!!!! It is like its own city. Just the size of it scared Pet. I am soooooooooooo glad we live in a small town here in Southern California, even if it means having to drive 20 mile to the grocery store. Master says it is starting to get too busy around here and we might look for an even quieter place to live.
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I was just looking at the 2007 SAT Scores...Alabama is ranked #19 and California is ranked #35. So, I guess that would make the term "dumb redneck" an oxymoron... |
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"There is no labor a person does that is undignified; if they do it right."
*Bill Cosby |
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Today, a young adult person here in California made the comment that people in Alabama were backwards and prejudice against all brown-skinned people. Her
parents and I were kidding around about my accent and they asked me about how things were going since "Katrina". I truthfully told them that between the so called "victims that would not go home and all the illegals that have recently seemed to have flooded into Alabama, that things were not looking too bright. I stated that it was not only the Mexican illegals, but the Cuban illegals and others from various other places that have found Alabama a "cheap" place to live. The parents understood what I was saying (one of which is of legal Spanish decent), but the daughter not only said Alabama was backwards but that I talked funny.
If Alabama is so backwards, why do our children score much higher than the ones here in California on their SAT's? And as far as being prejudice, I have seen more prejudice here in this State of California than I ever have in any Southern State (and I have Kin all over the South!). Oh, and as for talking funny, you Californians should listen to a recording of yourselves!
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Well, it's that time of year again. When everyone goes nuts trying to get that perfect Valentine gift for someone they profess to love so that person will love them back. People...get a grip. If you cannot show me you love me every day, how do you think an expensive gift is really going to make up for it? And CHOCOLATES!?!? After eating them you have the audacity to tell me my a** is getting big...well, DUH! If you don't want my a** to get big, DO NOT GIVE ME CHOCOLATES!
Maybe I am just a strange "girl" because I would rather you do little things for me and let me do little things for you throughout the year instead of giving me expensive things once or twice a year. Then when you do give me something "extra nice", I will know it is truly from love and not out of guilt for ignoring me the rest of the time.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE! |
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THINGS WE CAN LEARN FROM A DOG
*Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride
*Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy
*When loved ones come home, always run to greet them
*When it's in your best interest, practice obedience
*Let others know when they've invaded your territory
*Take naps and stretch before rising
*Run, romp, and play daily
*Eat with gusto and enthusiasm
*Be loyal
*Never pretend to be something you're not
*If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it
*When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently
*Thrive on attention and let people touch you
*Avoid biting when a simple growl will do
*On hot days, drink plenty of water and lay under a shady tree
*When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body
*No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout...run right back and make friends
*Delight in the simple joys of a long walk
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There are some slaves out there that are so insecure about themselves that they have to go cause trouble for others. They cannot or will not believe that another slave and a Dom (who is not that slave's Master) can be just friends. My Master knows I talk and chat with a lot of people (Doms, subs, and slaves of the female and male persuasion). He has no problems with this. So why does some jealous, petty wannabe have a problem with this. SweetPetSlave has heard of some of the terrible things these wannabes had accused otherwise good men of and have had some actually put in jail for crimes that were only in that slave's mind. They think that by destroying anothers life will gain them happiness. I can only hope they will pay in full for their crimes against these men. (I, for one, would love to throw the torch that lights that bonfire!) |
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I find no good reason for decption. It only serves as a tangled web to ensnare the person who weaves it. |
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Why do some find it necessary to use more than one name? Do they think all slaves/subs are mindless and stupid? |
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Engineers
Bubba and Ray (Tennessee mechanical engineers) were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up.
A woman walked by and asked what they were doing.
We're supposed to find the height of the flagpole," said Bubba, "but we don't have a ladder."
The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and laid the
pole down. Then she took a tape measure from her pocket , took a measurement,
announced, "Eighteen feet, six inches," and walked away.
Ray shook his head and laughed. "Ain't that just like a woman! We ask for the height and she gives us the length!"
Bubba and Junior are currently doing government work supervising the reconstruction of them New Orleans Levees
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Have you ever noticed that "New Year’s Resolutions" are set up to fail? You have good intentions when you make them, but are you really making them for yourself or are you just saying what you think the other person/persons want to hear.
Growing up, dad made us make a resolution at midnight every New Year’s eve before we could go to bed, and it had to be a good one. So my brothers and I would say something that we knew would please mom and dad, and we mostly intended to try to keep them. But after a couple of weeks or months (at the most 3 months) we all would lose interest and didn’t care if the resolution was kept or not.
I changed that when I had my own little family, and instead of having my boys make a resolution, I’d ask them what they hoped for in the next year and how we could all work together to make it possible. That is a tradition I still keep for myself today.
My hopes for the next year????…To lose the 40 pounds I’ve put on since coming to California!
Happy New Year everyone, and may all you hope for the next year happens for you! |
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Happy Holidays to all! |
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Well, Pet has gotten through chemistry (with an "A"), and now is trying to find employment before she can go on to the next step. But, for a few mornings any way, I am going to try to enjoy sleeping in a little later...maybe even find time to read something other than a Chemistry book or lab report!  |
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SweetPet has just gotten back from Long Beach with her Master. W/we went with a group form O/our local Thai Temple to a Thai Temple there for their Loy Kra Tong festival. SweetPet always loves going places with her Master, but these functions always seem to be the best. They always treat U/us like family, and Pet never has to worry if she gets separated from her Master. They look after me until Master returns, and have been know to "shoo" Him away to go be with the men while SweetPet stays with the women. The food is always good, and they are more than willing to share. The language never seems to be a problem as someone always knows enough English to let SweetPet know what is going on and to translate what SweetPet says. Of course, most think W/we are just "normal" Americans with a keen interest in the Buddhist philosophy. Some, Pet thinks, know that there may be more to O/our relationship. SweetPet always tries to walk a little behind her Master and to find a seat lower than His. Well, SweetPet is tired and has permission to retire early tonight. Who knows…maybe one night soon Master and SweetPet may be saying good night from Thailand… |
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Because of some "just out of diapers" so-called Doms who cannot seem to control their own impulses, I deemed it necessary to post this again:
What’s with some of you sadistic asses? Do you have nothing better to do with your time than to go through the sub/slave profiles looking for someone who is not your type and then telling her she is fat or ugly. I have seen on many of my "sister’s" journals where they as well as I are getting these obnoxious notes. If we are not your types, you DO NOT need to write to tell us…just skip over us. There are plenty out there (averaging about 10 to 1) who think we are very pretty to down right beautiful. Maybe the reason you are without a sub/slave of your own is because no matter how "perfect" one may be, she will never be good enough for you. So go look in the mirror and play with yourself and leave the real world to the rest of us to enjoy. |
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I was taking the garbage down this morning and I looked out and saw the freeway. It is absolutely packed with vehicles. All going somewhere to gorge themselves with turkey and other foods. First, they will arrive at their destination tired, angry, and frustrated from the trip. The kids will be running and yelling all over the place making the headaches worse. Then someone gets the bright idea that everyone "needs a drink" to relax and calm down. That's okay, until someone has maybe one too many and starts remembering all the anoying things everyone else does to piss them off. Then the fight is on. By some grace everyone makes it through all that and finally the DINNER is served. That big, plump, perfectly browned bird and all the trimmings. Desserts you only see twice a year (and only dare take a small piece...don't want to put on weight!), potatoes, gravy, beans, all manner of foods. The table is so full, you wonder how it can stand with all that weight on it.
Then, with your stomach full to the max, you pile the kids and yourself into the vehicle and head home. The kids sleep (thankfully) most of the way home. You fight the freeway traffic, curse, get cursed, and finally pull into your driveway, fall out of the vehicle, stumble into the house and fall into bed and pass out from the whole ordeal.
Back at the homestead, Mom is still cleaning all the mess up left by everyone, and trying to get all the pumkin pie out of her carpet where the grand kids decided to have a food fight. As she is doing this, she is wondering why she puts up with this every year (sometimes twice a year). Then she remembers...ah yes...Family. Gotta love 'em...yeah right... |
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Someone asked me tonight why I care so much for my Master...this was my answer and is my answer to anyone else who might ask...
It's hard to put into words what I love about my Master so much. It's not the sex or other things that go along with the BDSM relationship so much as it is the way He always takes care of me and makes me feel safe and wanted. He loves teaching me new things about myself and the world around me and I love learning at His hands (or feet). He always seems to know what I need before I do. He pushes me hard sometimes when I feel I can't do something, because He knows I can. Even on the "bad days", He lets me know I am wanted here and He knows I love Him and would never leave Him.
He is always my best friend and best teacher. He will always be the love of my life.
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Does any bother to read the profiles and/or journals before sending a message to a slave??? Or do most of you assume we are all looking for a new Master even when we say we are not!?!? Well...you know what they say about assuming! |
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Do you know what happened this week back in 1850, in California?
1. California became a state.
2. The state had no electricity.
3. The state had no money.
4. Almost everyone spoke spanish.
5. There were gunfights in the streets.
Sooooo, basically it was just like
California today, except the women had REAL breasts and men didn't hold hands.
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I have found out that California is no where as good in their educational system as Alabama (whose students have scored well above national average on SAT's for the past 16 years). It really amazes me to find this out because, if California were a nation it would rank *7 in the world economy wise. Seems to me that with and economy like that, they would care more about educating their children better. And what about after High School. The community colleges (I can't speak about the universities) have desks and other stuff for students to use that were out of date when I was in high school. I believe in being frugal where you can, but get real people...the educational system is not the place to get frugal. Another thing that strikes me as strange is that all the states with lotteries say that the money will be used to better the educational system. Hey, Alabama does not have a lottery, yet they seem to lead the nation in having better educational systems (this includes desks that are big enough to hold a notebook!!! and lab equipment that my Father didn't use!). Education is not the only thing Alabama seems to be better in. The cost of living isn't near as much as it is here. Since when is a cramped piece of land that is nothing but poor quality sand with no water worth more than wooded, rich land with plenty of water? Seems some people need to get a grip on reality and wake up to the fact that this is not the land of dreams but is fast becoming the land of night mares. I remember a California from about 35 or so years ago that I once visited and fell in love with. That California no longer exists and that makes me very sad. It used to be a place where people cared and they wanted to be known for more that the place where Hollywood was. But that land is gone, flooded by illegals looking for an out of their homemade troubles and bringing all those troubles with them instead. If you want to be Americans, that is great, (Hey, my ancestors were immigrants 400 years ago) but be Americans...Not Hispanic American, African American, Italian, American, Asian American, etc...But true English speaking Americans. I see nothing wrong with learning about your heritage and passing it along to the next generations...Just BE American or BE Hispanic, African, Asian, Italian, Irish, etc. You cannot be both!
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It is amazing how many claim to be Masters who are really just little boys playing dress up thinking they can bully whom ever they wish. |
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Why are the subs and slaves "required" by the Doms/Dommes/Masters/Mistresses to state their actual age and are chastised for not doing so...Yet so many of them (males especially) will be...oh, say 49...forever????? Pet is just curious and would like to know. Before any one goes off on a tangent, Pet did not say "ALL" did this, but actually knows a few on here that do. |
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Today, Pet got to experience a whole New World. Pet was invited to a celebration at the local Thai Buddhist Temple. It is the beginning of their "lent" period. Other than the language, it is not that different from some of our so-called Christian gatherings. Pet has found through her own reading and just basic common sense that all religions (although Buddhism is more a philosophy) and their teachings are based on the same basic beliefs. My Master and His Pet were treated very well, mainly because W/we bothered to find out what was appropriate to wear for this particular day. (Of, course, Him having friends there didn’t hurt). The food was excellent, the music was nice, and Pet did enjoy the "ceremonies". There was a new monk ordained today, and Pet received not one but two "sprinklings", which she understands is a special blessing from the monks. So, all in all. it was a very good and a very special day. |
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Pet has finished the course for Veterinary Assistant..she took her last quiz for that today and is now waiting to recieve her certification and looking at potential colleges in the area to take chemistry so she can take the Veterinary Technician courses next spring...>>>whew<<<This is one very happy pet right now.... |
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“Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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Well, Thanks to my wonderful Master, Pet is going to realize (at least partially) a life long dream. She is taking courses to work in the veterinary field. Hopefully she will be through with the first step and get to work with a vet while continuing her studies to be a vet-tech. So, this girl says, do not ever let anyone tell you are too old or that it is too late to realize your dreams and really live them. Sometimes we just have to modify them a bit, but it can be done. |
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Master took Pet to the Loreena McKennitt concert by the bay in San Diego Friday. It was a wonderful day. W/we had gotten there early and spent most of the afternoon watching the different sail boats, the harbor seals, and pelicans. The breeze coming off the water felt so good and smelled so clean. W/we did manage to go into Seaside village for a few minutes before concert time. W/we stopped at a little booth to get a map of the area, and Pet was trying not to say anything because of the reaction she sometimes gets because of her southern accent. But they just kept on asking questions and talking to Pet until She finally had to say something. And there it was…that stunned look on their faces (more from females than males. Men try to get Pet to talk more).
W/we finally went back to the concert area, Master bought us a couple of drinks, and W/we found our seats. Pet was very glad Master reminded her to get their coats and a light blanket. The air was chilled the mood warm and almost sultry, all of which only added to the ambiance of the music. You could tell all the musicians were in sync with one another and the music just flowed over us like a warm engulfing hug. They played a full range of Celtic music, not just the Irish Celtic music most people think about. There are no words to really describe the feelings Pet gets from this music. If you have never heard an outdoor concert of Celtic music, you are missing something wonderful. If you have never heard Loreena McKennitt, you are missing something special. |
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What’s with some of you sadistic asses? Do have nothing better to do with your time than to go through the sub/slave profiles looking for someone who is not your type and then telling her she is fat or ugly. I have seen on many of my "sister’s" journals where they as well as I are getting these obnoxious notes. If we are not your types, you DO NOT need to write to tell us…just skip over us. There are plenty out there (averaging about 10 to 1) who think we are very pretty to down right beautiful. Maybe the reason you are without a sub/slave of your own is because no matter how "perfect" one may be, she will never be good enough for you. So go look in the mirror and play with yourself and leave the real world to the rest of us to enjoy.  |
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Pet just took the "Brain Test" and this is what it said:
Balanced-brained
That means you are able to draw on the strengths of both the right and left hemispheres of your brain, depending upon a given situation.
When you need to explain a complicated process to someone, or plan a detailed vacation, the left hemisphere of your brain, which is responsible for your ability to solve problems logically, might kick in. But if you were critiquing an art opening or coming up with an original way to file papers, the right side of your brain, which is responsible for noticing subtle details in things, might take over.
While many people have clearly dominant left- or right-brained tendencies, you are able to draw on skills from both hemispheres of your brain. This rare combination makes you a very creative and flexible thinker.
The down side to being balanced-brained is that you may sometimes feel paralyzed by indecision when the two hemispheres of your brain are competing to solve a problem in their own unique ways.
Could be why Pet is creatively logistic?! |
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It must be terrible to be this lonely...I pray I never know what it feels like...
Forgotten
I sit here day after day, looking out the window. I see the sun rise every morning and I see the sunset every evening. I see the cool colors of spring deepen into the dark greens of the long hot summer days, and then to the warmer tone of autumn, and finally the brown shades of winter. I watch the birds come and go each season. I see the new puppies playing in the yard. The spiders play around me every day, constantly weaving their webs. But one day soon they too will leave me with only their forgotten cob webs to keep me warm. I see Him pass by, and sometimes I think He sees me. I try to dust myself off and break free of the cobwebs. But then, He is gone again before I can move…before I can cry out to Him. So I sit here, watching and waiting for what must come one day. I look forward to it now and sometimes pray for it to come soon. It must come soon. I can feel it creeping up some days faster than others. I will welcome it with open arms when it does come. Then there will be no more sitting, unnoticed, and waiting for each minute to pass. The end must be here soon…please let it be soon. |
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Women born in August are stunning, intellectual, magnetic, and attract others with their enthusiastic solar power. Women born in August are protective and dedicated mothers. The desire for fame could also make them overbearing while trying to live through their children's accomplishments.
The Sun rules life and you may nurture a subconscious fear of death and decay. But nature gives you a strong mind and a robust body. You love animals, especially horses.
The month of August is governed by the all-powerful Sun and by the magnanimous sign of Leo. Your solar sign reflects the dignified Sun's life force energy and classifies you as "The Life Giver". During the day the Sun outshines all the other planets, giving you the option to reach fame, fortune, and power during the course of your life.
Naturally gifted, you are attracted to professions involving the arts, public life, medicine, research, management, and any endeavors that could offer you a chance to shine. Just as the Sun's rays penetrate the depths of the rainforest, you were born with the potential to bring and promote life to all that you touch. You have a lot to offer others and the world, providing you exercise control over your ego and authoritative nature.
Hmmm...could be why this slave needs and has such a strong, patient Master. |
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Are there those out there that are really treated thusly???
How can I tell Him I love Him when He does not wish to hear it? How can I ask Him to teach me to be what He wants me to be when He is so busy looking for others? This girl cannot operate in chaos...this girl cannot become the slave she is meant to be if she is never used...this girl needs to feel her Master's hands on her body, torturing her flesh, caressing her soul, loving her for the slave she yearns to be. If this Master would use and teach this girl to be what they both know she is capable of, she would never look in another's direction. This girl craves to feel the pain that should only come from her Master's hands, this girl craves to cry the tears of sweet release for her Master, this girl craves her Master... |
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Well, my car finally quit yesterday.  Master had just dropped me off at my volunteer job and was on his way back home and the motor decided it had had enough. I really liked that car although it was 12 years old it was still a pretty car and still rode good  . Master told me about the poor thing when he came to pick me up in His truck, but He also had a surprise for me. He had found another almost like it in Temecula (not that I knew where that was)! So Master drove us there and we looked at the car, (same color outside, different inside, and with the SHO engine!!!), I drove it around the block, Master bought it. I was so excited until I realized this meant I was going to have to drive either it or Master’s truck 60 miles on the freeway back home… YIKES!!!!  But I did it (Big Yeah!). No, I am still not over my fear of the freeways out here, but at least I know I can drive them now. But if I can find a back road or alternate route, I will take it! (They are usually more interesting anyway.) |
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One Special Love
One can have many loves in their life. The love of a good family…the love for and of a child…the love from a true friendship…the first love, puppy love some call it…the, "I thought this was the one love,"…and then there is the One Special Love…The One that, like a Master Mason or Master Carpenter, who can take all those broken, misshapen, ill-fitting pieces and put them together again… Taking His own time…working ever so diligently and patiently…tediously re-shaping, smoothing, filling in gaps, to make them all part of the whole…The One Special Love is the One that is never finished with His work…it is a lifetime of work…and when done with the love that can only come from the Special One… In the end, His is the only work visible, all the hurts and disappointments from the past are no longer there… |
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hmmm...something to think about...
Abandoned
She sits in the corner of her room, huddled under a blanket trying to overcome the chill she feels down to her bones. Her computer in on, waiting for a message to come. Her mind keeps racing back over the last two years, trying to figure out what happened. He had told her how pleased He was with her and her ability to adapt to the many different scenarios He had given her. He had said how He was looking forward to Her coming to Him, and how much they both were going to enjoy their first physical contact. Now she is sitting in the corner, feeling more naked and alone than she has ever felt in her life.
She has always been a very sensual and sexual girl, but had learned to keep all that hidden and somewhat under control. Alone in her bed at night, she would have fantasies of a man, strong and very dominating, coming into her room and taking her forcefully. She would imagine him doing all manners of different things to her. Then afterwards, holding her close to him to reassure her that she belonged to him and always would. When she tried to share these feelings with someone, she was told that nice girls did not feel that way and girls who did would end up unhappy and on the streets. So, she tried to live the "normal" life, but knew deep inside that she was different. What she did not know was that there was a whole world out there that felt as she did.
After trying the "normal" married life and raising 3 fine young men, she went back to these feelings of needing to be able to surrender completely to someone. She was, at this time, married to an alcoholic and wife beater who stalked her every time she tried to leave him. He had not touched her in a sexual manner in over 10 years, a fact she was thankful for, as he never could maintain an erection for more than two minutes and it always left her feeling even more desperate and unsatisfied with her life. She needed something to fill her days, so she started doing volunteer work. She enjoyed this and it encouraged her to do more about her life. She started exercising and even started a new diet, which further made her feel better about herself. Still, she knew that a deep desire within her was not being fulfilled, and there was a longing in her that all this could not satisfy.
One day after one of the usual arguments with her husband, she sat in front of her computer, wondering…thinking…someone else out there must feel the same. They, too, must be searching for the "something" missing. So, with trembling hands, she went to a dating web site and filled out a profile. Within a day, the responses were over-whelming her mailbox. Most were just talkers; some wanted just a one-night affair. Then one day as she was browsing the profiles, she found someone who interested her and scared her at the same time. He called to her deep, dark nature, arousing it and making it come to light after all the years of being suppressed. She wrote him these simple lines, "No man can tame me…Many have tried and all have fallen pitifully short." She never really expected a response from him, but within minutes he did respond with, " You have a very smart mouth and need someone to teach you how to control it." Her heart raced…’dare she respond to this?’ and before she could answer her own question, her fingers were already asking him to help her, to teach her, to take her. Thus started the M/s relationship, her first, and she was deliriously happy for 2 years. He made her stretch her mind and imagination beyond any boundary she had ever known. Just the sound of his voice could send waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. He taught her to enjoy some levels of pain and to accept and endure other levels because it pleased her Master, and therefore to derive pleasure in knowing she pleased Him. He would call her at least once a week for a session over the phone, and after He would allow her to have an orgasm, His voice would be so soft in her ears, telling her how pleased He was with her and how well she was advancing. He loved hearing her cries of pain and then the cries of ecstasy from the release He allowed her. They had started making plans to meet in person. The airline tickets were purchased, reservations were made, and the day was ever drawing near. She could hardly contain her excitement; she was going to finally be with the one whom had finally set her free by enslaving her to Him. She was looking forward to finally feel His hands on her flesh, to feel the sting of His whip, the force of Him taking her as He willed.
Then, without warning, the e-mails and phone calls stopped. At first she thought nothing of this as there had been several hurricanes in His area and communications could be spotty. But after two weeks, she got scared. Someone advised her to ask the police in His area to check on Him at the address that He had given her. It turned out to be the address of a Self-storage company. She was angry, hurt, and felt more alone than ever. She tried several times to get a response from Him. Finally it sank into her head, and heart that she had been abandoned. So she sits in that corner, not really knowing for how long, shivering and waiting, alone and desperate, and feeling more naked than she has ever felt before… |
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I awoke this morning to find snow all over the place. Not uncommon back in Alabama to see that on a few mornings from November through April, but I have been informed it is not a common occurance this far down from the mountains. I stood at the kitchen window for about an hour and couldn't help but laugh at everyone...seems the people out here don't know how to take a "snow day" off and enjoy the family (or snuggle up under a blanket with a cup of hot cocoa or coffee and a book, if you happen to be alone). But, hey...who am I to suggest you take the day off and have a little simple fun instead of getting out on the roads and "wrecking" everyone else's day...So, I'll continue to peer out the window occasionally and have a good laugh. The rest of you...please be careful out there...
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I was just sitting here enjoying one of my few days I get for just me; listening to XM radio, playing word games, and reflecting on my life...A certain song was playing that made me realize I have had a good life...I may not have a lot of fancy degrees to show for all I have and all I know...but when it came to taking the easy path or daring to go somewhere different, daring to seek out what was missing, to sit like a wall flower or to dance...I danced!!!!...and I am still choosing to dance!!! |
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If anyone cares to look me up on The Slave Register, my number is 852-036-230...or you can find me by my name... |
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Today, Master took me to one of His favorite wineries for some wine tasting. It was my first experience and it was wonderful. It was the Galeano Winery and they make some of the best wine I do believe I have ever had. My favotrite was one called "Three Friends Port" which is the 2006 4 Star Gold Orange County Fair winner. If you get a chance to taste this wine, you will see why. Some of my other favorites are the Zinfandel Port, Aleatico PortRose of Peru Sherry, Angelica, and a few others. There were no bad wines, and everyone has a favorite. But if you are in So. California and have not been to the Galeano Winery, please make an effort. The wine is not only good, but the people are great.
SweetPet is looking forward to other such experiences, but this will be my favorite... Good night all, and Happy Thanks Giving (don't eat too much!!) |
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After taking a short leave, SweetPet is back. My motherboard died, but I have a new one now. I am still only looking for others to chat with, nothing more please! |
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Thank God I am a Bama girl!!! Everyone here in Southern California seems to enjoy that fact almost as much as I do...
There are quite a few who ask me about giving pleasure to my Master...I give this Master pleasure in the way He wishes, which is trying to look after the house, and learning new things at His hands about the world...i.e. different cultures (as you know California has a large variety of different cultures), different foods, learning how to properly taste wines, learning Spanish, and in any other way He wishes.
Today we took a trip down toward San Diego to look at a truck. We didn't get it, but it was a new adventure for me, so he took me to the beach since we were close by. He sat in the car and laughed at me while I rolled my pants legs up and walked down and stood knee deep in the on-coming high tide. I still got wet pants from the waves sneaking up and slappinig my ass! We came home watching the sunset along the way. It was a pleasant day and we are both tired and hungry.
I'll write more as I get to go on these little adventures.. Kisses from Cal...
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Aha! I think I have got it now....It is all about the chase. Once you are sure you have us totally under your submission, you put us in a closet or on a dusty shelf and move on to the next chase. HEAVEN FORBID!!! that we should ever dare to even look in another direction, for then we are disloyal and uncaring and unloving. If we stay in our closet, or on our dusty shelf and not whimper or move, you may even come "play" with us occasionally. |
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The heart that loves so completely, is a heart that is damned forever. |
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Hi...SweetPet is back from her extended vacation...boy, what an adventure! I had gone back to Alabama to take care of some business, visit with family and friends, and to get my car and bring it back to California.
If you have never driven through "Mal-Function-Junction" in Birmingham, I highly recomend another course if you can...It's not too bad if you catch it at the right time of day...problem is, who really knows when that is... then there is the "future I-22" or "corridor X" which is taking the place of US 78 from B'ham through Mississppi. After Arkansas, the roads were easier, but the rest stops are the worst. The wind never stops blowing in Oklahoma and I think they only do road repairs every 25 years or so... The Pan-Handle of Texas is ok, except for the fact I got to experience first hand the famous "Texas Road Rage" I have heard about. Seems after getting onto the off ramp and slowing down to take my turn off for my motel, I wasn't moving fast enugh for a Texan in a big black Ford truck, so he gave me a little push and sped away down the on ramp to I-40 West...The next day I went through New Mexico, and on to Holbrook, Az. Very nice little place...would have liked to stay there a day or two. Then this morning, I made it almost home to San Benardino, CA when my transmission blew a gasket and lost all the transmission fluid. What could I do but call Master. He got the car back on the road and it is in the yard now, safe and sound, waiting to be looked at and fixed. I am extremely tired now, and with Master's permission...SweetPet is going to take a hot shower and go to bed...
Oh...I don't ever want to do a trip like that again by myself! |
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Sweetpetslave is going on an extended vacation and will be back some time next month.  |
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I was reading some journal postings (as I do sometimes) and there is one who wants to know where the love in all this is, and was talking about dishonesty and duplicity. I have to agree with some of what he said. I too, would like to know where the honesty is. What gives one the right to try to lure another away from the one she loves just because things aren't going excatly right. He tries to lure her with the promise of a brighter tomorrow, love every day and never ending, promising complete openess and honesty if she will just be the same with Him. Yet the minute she is open and honest with Him, He decides they are no longer right for each other. So where is the love in all this... look for true honesty, openess, and trust, and you will find it...... |
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I was recently contacted by someone who obviously was not "my type" nor I his. But instead of passing my profile and picture by, he had to write and make a derogative comment. As nicely as possible I suggested he needed to reread my profile as I was taken and not interested in anything he had to say. I also suggested he check his spelling to keep from looking illiterate. He replied with the same derogaive comment. So, trying to be nice, I asked if he kept writing me because of being bored. His answer was the exact same derogative comment. I asked him that since I obviously was not his type, why did he keep writing......same comment. By this time I had concluded that that the rest of him must be as inadequate as his vocabulary and intelligence. Even his name suggest he might be quick to "shoot off" or "flyoff."
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I am an owned and collared slave. I am not looking for a Master as I have one. Please do not contact me if you are thinking to change my mind or think you can lure me away. My Master will read everything that is sent to me before I see it. |
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| Age: 28 |
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I received this in an e-mail from someone close...I had a good laugh and thought I would share it...