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Name: Karen
Country: Canada
State: Ontario
Birthday: 3/28/1966
Gender: Female
Interests: Anything with two legs or two wheels
Expertise: Are we really experts in anything, when we are constantly learning and evolving?
Occupation: Other
Industry: Retail
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Member Since:
9/12/2004
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| While catching up on some blog reading, actually only read Cazza and
her girls', found she'd done a bit on sexiness. What makes
someone, or something, sexy. For example a stripper is the most
well known in your face sexy bit of entertainment. However the
person is not always sexy off stage, therefore it's the act of the
dance that keeps us fixated and breathing heavy, so is it an act?
Is it the way one carries themselves. I think partly true to this
as people that are confident, in control, not necessarily beautiful are
sexy. An individual's body doesn't always play a role, I find
some men that may have an extra roll very sexy indeed, it's their
carisma, their bright eyes, their conversation, their humour, the
common ground that I share with another, the learning more of that
person changing and evolving, and of course their willingness to be
creative and responsive in the bedroom. But what if I've never
had them in bed? Well there is definately outward sexy girls and
guys, with great body, again the eyes, clothes that say" I am hot and
know it!" , and that's attractive too, but often an untouchable
review for most standards. And just that I thouyght of this,
those girls, that are sexy looking, and want to walk in heels--need to
learn how to walk in the heels to acheive the whole sexy look , not the
"elephant look"!! Sometimes I see a sexy person and think what
would I like to do to them!!! Some people just attract the "sex"
thought, lucky them!! And after visiting a bar recently, some
people just don't check the mirror on leaving the house, to view
themselves as maybe sexy or plain "what am I thinking?" I believe
most of us would like to be seen as being sexy, afterall we're sexual
creatures, but let's face it, we are not all created equal--and some of
us unfortunates just don't have it!! So we must go in another
direction!! Which leads me to believe that the "confidence"
in oneself and acceptance of oneself is literally sexy to others,
covering up what needs to be and showing what we can. Do we like
to be sexy for just ourselves? Not !! WE're out there for
others to view, like displaying my pastries--mine are better than
theirs!! Buy mine instead! Or is this me just being a
critic, unhappy with my own shell. No, I think people that
are sexy, don't always know they're sexy and need to be
told!! Maybe I should tell more humans this? It's not a
terrribly important attribute for anything other than obtaining a
bedmate quicker, or mating, like catching someone's eye from across the
room--you should have the "look" sexy--not desperate that
is. A big "sexy" for me , of course, is the motorcyle. I
find the machines very sexy and the people that ride--most of them
sexy--see more of the "control" thing maybe. Tattoos are also
very sexy for me, strength and one's ability to have on their body
something they truly believe in. I need another tattoo. I
need a new bike!!  Hubby defines
sexy simply--tall, slender women in high, black boots, that lace up
from ankle to knee! Of course this doesn't even come close to my
capabilities--I'll stick with the bike and tattoos!!
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| It's a huge fight, but I think she should get on the gloves and give it back till he comes home. Fill the void with kids, unconditional love and touch, and know why we're on the path to stardom in their eyes only. Shoulders back, tummy in, head high, sniff back, smile for any old reason, forget the "why's", terribly difficult, share when you want, ears everywhere when you need. Ears, no comments out of left field. | | |
| New Years Eve was wonderful, great friends, even family came along for the ride. Perfect way to reflect, and greet the new year. We had, mmmm, 12 adults and 6-7 kids. I think. At one point, kids were wanting to go to neighbours house to watch movies, fine, they came home about 2:00am, then after completing a head count of the bodies downstairs, realized my middle man was MIA. Yes still at the neighbour's with the ladies, mmmmm. What will the year bring? Hopefully a "how to" book to survival with two teens. I know I've "been there, done that" but somehow doesn't help to ease my tension with knowing what's out there and preparing them to avoid catastophe. One had already been outwitted. When you turn the corner, life shows you the truth about people. And yeah it's still a cruel world out there. I wear my amour everyday. True friends never forget you, even though I've been neglecting the few I have left, feel like such a shit, but I received two phone calls on Christmas Eve that remind me that when life slows and I have such time, I will be calling on them to give them all the hugs and kisses they deserve. Known these people for 25 years, we were so close during those growing years, and I'm proud to say I feel so blessed that they never forget me, I miss them , and sometimes those crazy years so much. They were a superb pick-me-up and definately made my holiday special.
Resolutions? Work hard, play hard. Love, Live, and Laugh as much as I can. Make more time for me and spend as much time as I can with my loving kids, while they still want to be around me. When New Years Day had us at home, they just wanted to lay with me and watch movies, I was in heaven. That's what it's all about for me---their love. So I resolve to soak up more of that over the years to come.
so being renewed over the last few days, I feel regenerated to tackle the best and the worst of 2005. Shoot, pass, kick 'em in the ass!!!! Rah, Rah | | |
| Well Missy Caz, don't quite know where to begin. You see I've been having a dilly of a time deciding which "crazy" truth to tell. There are so many forms of "crazy". You will agree that there's:
crazy - stupid
crazy - wierd
crazy - adventuresome
crazy - silly
crazy - scarey
crazy - fun
crazy - erotic (of course this area of conversation would have to be over a bottle of the finest tequilla rose with only your ears listening)!!
And crazy to me, may be completely boring to others, so I don't know which way to write. I'll have to think what I wouldn't mind sharing, most of which are long in the past--lately haven't had time to be too crazy ( although a good dose of this would be totally uplifting--maybe some wild adult play on New Years?) Again with the Tequilla Rose!!
For instance is down-hill skiing in track pants with a bikini top and goggles crazy? I was only 14.
Is taking my Mom's car joy-riding throughout Toronto, with a few friends crazy? I was only 13--Mom taught me how to drive when I was 10 because it was only her and I. Who WAS the crazy one then?
Was jumping on a member of Hells Angels motorcycle and heading out for a little jaunt with him crazy? I've always liked bikes, passenger or rider, and I was only 17--best years of being crazy, besides he brought me home, to my campsite, and was quite the gentleman. Awesome ride!!
Was dating a man of 25, when I was only 16, crazy? Dad thought so.
Was helping the Hare Krishna hand out vegetarian coupons and dancing with them at the corner of Yonge St. and Dundas, in Toronto, crazy? Silly and fun!
I once stood outside my apartment building, in Toronto at Avenue Rd and Wilson , and waved at cars for about half an hour, while waiting for a bus and took note of how many actually waved back. Can't remember, but I received a guys phone number, called him and had a date or two. Probably under the heading of "stupid" for the calling of him, that is. As for the waving--done the same with my own kids here to show them how daft and leary humans are. Amazingly enough if you're on some sort of a float everyone waves at you. Where did waving originate, anyway?
My Dad and I walked right up to an Elk to try to pet her. She made a noise that we think meant--don't you dare! That was in B.C.
Dad and I also tried to get close to some lions, at the Metro Zoo, by cross country skiing in the zone they call "Do Not Enter" He and I were a bad, crazy team. We were escorted out shortly after hopping the fence by accident.
In Mexico I ate food from pots, a nice man made on the beach and I lived to talk about it.
In Mexico I made friends with the bartender, who began to make Tequilla Poppers at 9:00am, so I helped him feel that his work was important by obliging to consume as many as he could make for he and I then I got on a plane to come home, was asked if I wanted to visit the captain in the cockpit, who was very accommodating, by the way the cockpit is borderline closet size, so you see drinking in a crazy way does have its benefits!
Some may say playing hockey, after so many years of not playing, is nuts--namely my hubby thinks that.
Going to a sex store to buy a big vibrator--crazy? Only when you discuss its operations with the clerk. I'm very open-minded
Well I'm thinking of other events, will add more when I spare some time. I'm not to crazy of a person--although often crazed!!
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|  Game was great tonight, still keeping the promotion to defense, surprised at that actually. I find the position much more challenging. WE tied, had a couple shots on net from point--yeah -NOT. Love the trying though, got my ya-yas out. Some chickie gave me the once over into the boards and my neck is killing me, which of course means tomorrow will be the real pain! Pain--no pain, no gain? WOW, is that ever true in every way, shape, or form of living!!!!!!! It's only how we handle pain and I happen to have a huge tolerance level--maybe that's how I've been married for so long-ha! Actually it's surprising he's kept me around this long. I'm the real pain for the most part. Too bad , so sad We have but one life to live---if it feels good--do it!! | | |
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