The Heart vs. The Brain

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2497157/the_heart_vs_the_brain.html?cat=42

This is something I wrote for the AC (Associated Content) There has been much speculation about what this was written about. At this moment, it means many things =). The above link will take you to

The Brain seems cold and calculating, it wants the world for it's own taking.

The Heart is warm and full of love. A blessed gift from God above.

The Brain counts money. Quotes books and math. And when it's mad, will show it's wrath!

The Heart is present at your wedding, during childbirth and intimate settings.

The Brain you know, it does not care. For you, or me, or others there.

The Heart you'll see, will never stray. It is too good; was made that way.

The Brain you'll see, will turn it's back. If you complain, expect attack!

The Heart will stop and really hear, all the secrets you hold dear.

The Brain you see, refuses your cares. It has much more important affairs.

When time is done, and things must end, The Heart will be your only friend.

The Brain will turn, and run and flee. No time for you, or them, or me.

So listen close to words I say, I am an organ sleuth.

Don't follow The Brain too closely friend, because, The Heart, it knows the truth.

Wildwood Daze!!!!

WILDWOOD NJ!! - MY JERSEY SHORE!

A'ight. I am officially a Liberty Bell again. I love. Love. LOVE! IT!!! I moved away in Sept. of '99. I was craving culture, adventure, maturity and introspection. I wanted to do things my own way. Wanted to pave my own path and cheer to my own crowd. Metaphorically, and with a touch of realism. Been there, cheered that. I moved away in Sept. of '09. In my time away, I learned A LOT! Some I will tell you now, some I will remember next month, some.... in another 2+ years. =) Stick around. I can promise even more fun.

I have lived in PA, NJ, AZ, TX, & TN. Even MOST of my well traveled friends can't say they have been able to stay in a place long enough to really understand the culture. My Philly friends who visit the "Jersey Shore", where I live now, year after year, or who own real-estate here, don't get the full understanding of W.W. They know the summer version, but the other 3 seasons are just as cool. It's during those moments, that W.W. shines.

To understand the island, to get an true idea of how incredible this place is, you have to live here off season. Honestly. You might think there is nothing to do. You might think noone really lives here. You would be mistaken. You might just find you love the seasonal rush. The relaxtion of the off-season might rest and refresh your soul. It's even more refreshing during the off season.

The summer stereotype is a dark contrast against the stark beliefs of many W.W. vacationers. The year round inhabitants here are amazing! Everyone has a story. Northern people might appear rude to southerners, or midwestern folk. Curt is how I would aptly describe them. But, man! Get to know a teacher, fireman, police-officer, nurse, or pizza maker here, and you can't help to feel that they are relatable. Likeable. Each person has a story. If you give them 10 minutes they will tell it to you during the 1st meeting. They will bear their souls without worry. This is the way people here connect. It's amazing. They will blossom and offer their story. No walls. If you like them, if you accept them, you are friends. If not, you move on. And honestly, everyone just wants to be friends. Honesty is not just a virtue here, it's a way of life. It's SO cool!

THEY might say things like, " No bars open, no restaurants.! Boardwalk, Rick's seafood and most other landmarks are closed! There is noone there in the winter and nothing to do!" They are SO wrong. The people who own those things DO live here - for the most part. They just close down during the off season and are able to concentrate on family. Us, "vacationers", enable them to do that. They, are the truly rich - even though they are blue-collar. They concentrate on families, kids, and community during the 3 off seasons. They come together to create an incredible and safe environment. It's a great place to raise kids! The whole community comes together for the kids each and every holiday. Wildwood is the City of Parades! Did you know that? There is 1 almost EVERY weekend. Even in Oct., Nov., Dec., Jan., etc....

Don't go getting offended Philly! Just take it like a guy in TX, TN or CA, would react if you said, "YOU can make a REAL cheesesteak? Good luck! Your water isn't dirty enough to make good bread." Open your eyes and realize what this place holds. It's a GOLDMINE!!!!

My grandparents met, and started our family tradition here. My grandmom was Miss North Wildwood. (My sister is the current firt runner up!) She was dating Dean Martin and had her modeling pictures displayed all over billboards in NJ, & PA during her early years. She dated men that would eventually become senators, movie stars, or politicians. My Pop-Pop was a lifeguard when they met, but eventually worked as an Asst. D.A. in Philly under Bobby Kennedy. He was 1 of the main players in the indictment of Jimmy Hoffa - jury tampering. (My uncle Mark holds the title of D.A. Superstar now. And HE is a Pitbull!!)

My pops was in charge of the public exchange between judicial representatives. Bobby Kennedy asked him to publicly take Jimmy, in cuffs, in front of the media and make the transfer. This was a moment where pops could have gained public popularity. But my pops was the one who refused to do it publicly. My pop argued against the Paparazzi effect. HE was the one who said, NO- I will not make him suffer public humiliation for no reason! "Now that I know it will hurt someone, I will not play by YOUR rules. Hate me if you want." It runs in the blood. My family doesn't drink poisonous Kool-Aid. We don't snitch. We stand for principles, and evacuate the situation, or take charge of the moment before the morals go down the tubes. My family rocks and I am proud of them!

We may not be perfect. In fact, we all take pride in the fact that we are NOT perfect. But we embrace our intuition towards justice. Our moral compasses point north. We defend the underdog. I am not saying none of us ever strayed south, I am just saying, there were morals, cultural influences, and reasons we strayed. But our moral compasses were always easily corrected. We strive for justice. We even tell on ourselves. Hello... I can't keep my own faults quiet.

So after living all over the world, why would I return to Wildwood after all these years? Tell me these smiles, which happen 100 times a day here, aren't worth it. They are to me. They will be, to them ,when they grow up and have families of their own. I am supplying a nucleus for them. I am showing them a place to heal when the world turns it's back on you. I am showing them how to live out loud! And I am showing them that there are places that you can live that make you feel safe. Most people don't even lock their doors here.

This is the only place I have ever known as a home. Wildwood is my nucleus. Always has been. It has been for my entire family. So, if you did not know me B.C. - Before Cheer - you may not understand the importance of my return. This place is more important than cheer. I LOVE cheer! LOVE the coaches! LOVE the athletes! I didn't LOVE my location in Memphis.

Yes, I could coach here. I could open a gym. But I choose to concentrate on my kids right now. I have incredible friends who coach and I can live vicariously through them.

Why did I dislike Memphis so much you may ask? It all started when I was held up at gunpoint, during the middle of a March afternoon, in front of Target while I was with my kids. 3 people in a rusty gold Honda held up a mailman at gunpoint and then tailed me to the Target a 1/2 mile from my house. I noticed the car while pulling out of a Bank of America. I also noticed a guy with a sweatshirt and a heavy jacket on, who seemed to be wherever I was in the store. As I walked out of the store, I noticed the gold car parked directly across from mine.

Then, out of the shadows stepped my stalker. He walked up behind me, grabbed me from behind and made every hair on the back of my neck stand up. I was about to have THAT moment. The one every mom and woman alone fears. Luckily, "Divine Intervention", occured. The cops stepped out from behind a wall, grabbed the guy and his 2 friends out of the car. While frisking the trio, they pulled guns, scissors, brass knuckles, and screwdrivers. Talk about timing.

During,(one of), the BEST career(s) of my life. I could not find a sense of security. Had my car broken into 3 times. (Starting on the 1st night I lived there.) When I told friends about the safety hazard, they all said, "Welcome to Memphis!" Robbery happened to almost everyone I knew there. Somehow, they got used to it. I never did. Nor did I want my kids to grow up thinking that was the norm, or that it was just a part of life. I wanted better for my kids. They deserved better. I knew a big city held big crime. This was a small city trying to pretend to be a big city, by increasing the crime rate. Maybe that is why Shelby County was the 4th hardest hit place in the country to lose real-estate value. Anybody want to buy a house?

I am not afraid to walk around the city streets of Philly, NYC, Madrid, London, Paris, Ontario, or Mexico at night. Go a 1/2 mile from my house in Memphis mid-afternoon, and I could be held at gun, screwdriver, scissor, or brass knuckle, point while my kids were in tow. Thank GOD for divine intervention. (I would rather change careers than feel unsafe. No perks are worth having to settle for semi-security.) I left some incredible friends behind. My heart still hurts and misses them. But I was tired of being scared. I wanted safety. It was time to go.

I visited Spain, on my own, with below conversational Spanish skills. I thrived. I traveled on a plane to Paris, France less than 5 days on the same American Airline flight that survived the "Shoe-bomber". I spent Y2K in London. Each time, I was told, "Don't Go!"- Your safety is at risk! I went anyway. I felt support walking the street of Chantilly, France during the New Years Day Parade when people were waving American flags out of their windows right after 9-11! I was at home across the pond. I knew I could face anything. Question was, did I have to?

Wildwood is a healing place. This is a place for people to be themselves. This is a place for people to relax. A place for love, introspection, discovery, and re-birth. So, if you wonder where is Jen? What is she doing? I am fine. I am finally home. Will I travel again? Hell, yeah! Am I chomping at the bit for it? Not anymore. Been there - survived that. I still love cheer. Still think the coaches are amazing in the time, effort, and love that they shovel out. But, I spend holidays at home with my family now. I choose Wildwood, NJ. And I am happy to the core.

This is the home of Do-Wap and the Jersey Boys. Here, I thrive in comfort food. Here, I understand honesty. Here, I don't hide behind the words, "Bless her heart!". Bless her heart is what southerners say before they insult somebody. It's like saying, "No offense but..." I can't do that. Those are ugly words meant to make the jerk who is about to insult somebody feel better about what is about to come out of their mouth. I would rather say to them, "Look sweetie others are talking about you. How can I help? And yes! I will be your friend no matter what.

I am not afraid of truth and I will not just appear during the good times." The NE crew has offered that to me and my family. I respect the honesty in that.

Look, Memphis is great! Beale street rocks! The culture there is phenominal! It's just not for me. Others seem to thrive there. I have nothing but respect for them. I admire that. However, I walk on the beach everyday. I know everyone who comes in contact with my kids. This is where I belong. I may pack up and move someday, until I need to heal again. Then, and every chance until then, I will come here to rest my soul. Here I find peace.

Have a PC Holiday!!!

So, I have been thinking about the holiday season. How can you ignore it? I mean, any half serious retail store who wants to try and extend the wrung out economy, has been pushing the "Reason for the Season" crap down our proverbial throats since Halloween!!

Here are my short but sweet weekend thoughts on the Holiday Season:

1.) Celebrate CHRISTMAS with a Capital C!!!!

You heard me. Don't be shy. Put on a cross. Dust off the Nativity. Pull the fruitcake out from behind the door and stop using it as a door stop.

Get an obnoxious blow up decoration and hang up green herbs with a red bow in your doorways and create uncomfortable social situations. String up lights, waste precious energy, cut down trees, and blame it all on religious tradition. Remember that you are NOT supposed to chew Communion Wafers.

For some of you, visit church for the only time since Easter. Or visit it regularly. Jump on the Jesus bandwagon! Don a shirt with a picture of Jesus with the letters brb, under it. Wear a rosary as jewlelry or break out the cross that your Godmother gave you at your communion or confirmation. Sing; Oh Bethlehem, Rockin' around the Christmas, Silent Night, or screw up the words to: Good King Wenceslas looked outOn the feast of StephenWhen the snow lay round about - Deep and crisp and even -Brightly shone the moon that night - Though the frost was cruel - When a poor man came in sight - Gath'ring winter fuel. - Drink. Drink too much red wine, or egg nog and cry over video reels containing Christmases of the past.

Be nice to everyone around you and be receptive to kindness. Understand that no matter what holiday other's are celebrating, it is wonderful, deserves respect, and creates a loving atmosphere that does not exist most times of the year.

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2.) Celebrate:

Chanukah, Chanuka
Chanukah
Chanukkah
Channukah
Hanukah
Hannukah
Hanukkah
Hanuka
Hanukka
Hanaka
Haneka
Hanika

Khanukkah , or Hanaka with a CAPITAL H! K! or CH! (depending on your orthodoxity....or whatever you rate your Kosher spirituality on....).

Drag your gift giving out over 8 days. Fast. EAT! Deflect family guilt with a well practiced diamond studded, deflective wall that has an opaque Shalom insignia frosted into the imaginary glass.

Lights candles. Play Adam Sandler's 8 crazy nights over and over again to drown out the obnoxious Christian Chirstmas music played in every elevator and retail store in America. Earworm those Gentile, bacon eating, Gefilte fish virgins with the song Dreidle, Dreidle, Dreidle during every awkward pause in their carols. Explain, AGAIN! that Hannukah Harry is not the Jewish Santa, he is not real, nor does he exist outside of SNL.

Be nice to everyone around you and be receptive to kindness. Understand that no matter what other's are celebrating, it is wonderful, deserves respect, and creates a loving atmosphere that does not exist most times of the year.

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3.) Celebrate Kwanzaa with a Capital KW!

Celebrate different cultures and reaffirm the bonds within those relationships. Give special consideration to the creator, in creation and give special respect for the blessings, bountifulness and beauty of creation. Celebrate the good. Bring forth the best of African cultural thought and practice. Discover the values of Kwanzaa.

Look. I am an Irish girl. Give me props for trying. I researched the HECK out of Kwanzaa. AND I want a BBFF more than any white woman in America. Oh I have some. I just want more. Once my girlfriend Jamilla taught me how to perm her hair, and a social appreciation for respect and celebration while being ultra cool...., it was all over. I will continue to study this until I can write a funnier bit about Kwanzaa. Until then, here are some media quotes on what the rest of us suspect is true, but those who celebrate Kwanzaa use as fodder for our nest in the "I told you so! I just KNEW it!" afterlife.

"I wasn't expecting God to be a black woman," Mack gasped.
"That's because you've never read any quasi-liberal, religious crap like this before," God laughed.
—The Digested Read of The Shack.

I’m not one of those people who’s, like, "Oh, God is black—is he going to steal the moon, or something?"
—The Sarah Silverman Program

A common subversion on the common "old white guy with a beard" take on God: God takes on the appearance instead of a minority group, usually either black or female (or both). Sometimes, this stretches across to other religious figures, such as the Devil or angels. Done well, it can be a subtle and humorous take on discrimination. Done badly, it comes across as an Anvilicious attempt at generating liberal guilt, and a particularly extreme use of the Magical Negro trope.

Be nice to everyone around you and be receptive to kindness. Understand that no matter what other's are celebrating, it is wonderful, deserves respect, and creates a loving atmosphere that does not exist most times of the year.

WAIT! Weight? It affects your public effect.

So, I have been involved with athletics for many years. I have worked with both male and female athletes and coaches. I have been an athlete myself. And, let's face it, I am a woman. A woman with a capital WOMAN! I understand ALL too intimately, the weight issue. I am like the Oprah of mid-life crisis, ex-cheerlebrity, VH1 fat club stars.

I am the yo-yo of: Weight should not define OR make YOU.... cause WAIT! It does for me! Most of my life it seems weight has been an issue. I noticed that WAIT! Weight can, and does affect your public effect. That is if you are an E! Entertainment junkie or read any form of media today.

Especially if you like Karl Lagerfeld. He tries desperately to put the "IN" in SKINNY! To be honest, he is SO rail thin that I can take him. I know I can. I am just waiting for the 2 of us to meet up in some dark, alley. It will be THEN that he will get some sense knocked into him.

Karl Lagerfeld, the eccentric German fashion designer, has waded into the debate about size-zero models by stating that people prefer to look at "skinny models", and those who do not are "fat mummies".
Lagerfeld, 71, was reacting to the magazine Brigitte's announcement last week that it will in future use "ordinary, realistic" women rather than professional models in its photoshoots. He said the decision by Germany's most popular women's magazine was "absurd" and driven by overweight women who did not like to be reminded of their weight issues.
"These are fat mummies sitting with their bags of crisps in front of the television, saying that thin models are ugly," Lagerfeld said in an interview with Focus magazine. The creative director of the fashion house Chanel added that the world of fashion was all to do "with dreams and illusions, and no one wants to see round women".

For more on this story please go to: http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/oct/12/lagerfeld-size-zero-thin-models

On behalf of all of the girls who believe this garbage or are boycotting his clothing because of his insensitive behavior, I would like to wish Mr. Lagerfeld a Happy Slapsgiving! In other words, I would like to slap the happy out of him for giving so many women a complex. I have been out in the world trying to convince girls not to listen to this kind of stuff!! I am the ANTI-KARL!!

I would ask some of his models to do it but I don't think they have the strength or muscle to do so. Where is Tyra when we need her?!? C'mon Tyra! Embrace this!! Make Karl kiss your fat ass!! - (Or will that take you away from your self promotion? I know the world revolves around you.) According to Karl, his models are not anorexic. They just have psychological issues that affect their weight. So.... it's okay to be a headcase as long as it keeps you skinny? Tyra? Any thoughts?

I have been curvy. "Inside some of us is a thin person struggling to get out, but they can usually be sedated with a few pieces of chocolate cake."~Author Unknown

• "Your body is the baggage you must carry through life. The more excess the baggage, the shorter the trip."- Arnold H. Glasgow
  
• "The trouble with eating Italian food is that five or six days later, you’re hungry again" - George Miller
  
• "Don't dig your grave with your own knife and fork."~English Proverb

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• I have been skinny. - "If you wish to grow thinner, diminish your dinner.
  
  
  "The rest of the world lives to eat, while I eat to live."- Socrates
  
• I made a lot of friends over the years and I would always look at what they were eating. All of them were skinny. I would think that I would like to eat like that. Suzanne Somers
  
• Kids called me 'Skeletor' as a kid because I was so skinny. Cameron Diaz
  
• Tall, sandy blonde, with sort of blue eyes, skinny
  in places, fat in others. An average gal. Uma Thurman

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And - I have been criticized both ways. I have been loved both ways. I have been sad. AND- I have been happy at both ranges of the spectrum.

It's amazing to me the people who consider weight a BIG issue. (ha! punny!) The same people who pulled me aside and told me I needed to work out were the same people who pulled me aside and told me I needed to gain weight.

As a cheerleader, I had stunt partners who would say things like, "You stunt really well for a big girl!" - I weighed 128 at the time. I also had people, at that same weight, pull me aside and tell me that I needed to work out so that I had a more effective public affect on others.

Then I learned something about my family history that I never knew. Stress. It seems to show itself in physical ways on my body. The harder I stress, the more agada, (Ah-ja-da. It's a word that means stress... heartburn... or general stomach upset), I feel. Agada makes it difficult to eat. Imagine waking up from a terrible flu or with a hangover that makes you feel sick. That is what stress does to me.

There was a time when I was SO stressed out that I felt sick all the time. I went to see Dr's. They told me it was allergies caused by my move from the north to the south. Then they told me it was IBS. The thing is, 10 years ago, IBS was not common knowledge. So doctors would shake their head, tell me to take Citrucel and drink plenty of fluids. So I did. And I ended up weighing 106.

I was called Anna (rexi). This caused even more stress. In a world of cheer, you are supposed to be happy! Put on your bow and a smile and cover it up. I laid in bed at night and prayed to gain weight. I begged God to let me be one of those girls who could eat and needed to go to the gym. Yes. These were actual prayers of mine. I wanted to eat! LOVED to eat. But couldn't. The more pressure I got, the more acidic production and ulcers that seemed to form.

What does a fat girl trapped inside a skinny body do next? She goes on meds to fix the agada. Those meds almost stopped the agada. But they also dried me up. They made me irregular. I know many of you women can relate. I ate apples. I drank prune juice. I drank gallons of water. Nothing. I feel like there is an cement foundation in my upper and lower GI.

Plus, they slow you down. Everything about you slows down. Your metabolism, your drive, and many other things. I felt like a herd of turtles racing through peanut butter. Slow and steady wins the race.

So this brings me to this past weekend. Although I am off of the meds, eating better, and trying to get hydrated, there is still the matter of the cement wall. I had a friend say to me, "So, I see you are working on baby #3!" Not pregnant.

Word of advice. Unless you are POSITIVE a woman is pregnant, don't assume. Especially once we give birth. Our fetal hotels and baby pouches, (FUPA's), are used to expanding. Just wait for us to tell you. If we are pregnant, we will yell it from the mountains so that noone mistakes us as fat. If we don't say anything, we are aware of the FUPA bump.

I mean, just the day before in the mirror I was thinking about how I looked like I was wearing Robin William's fat suit from Mrs. Doubtfire. I can think that about myself. You can think it too. You have my permission. But if you say it out loud, you open yourself up to a Happy Slapsgiving just like Karl. There WILL be a dark alley. I WILL be waiting. And yes, when you get slapped, I WILL put my weight into it. I mean, I am slapping for 2 now. Me and my agada.

So, this Thanksgiving, pass the turkey, stuffing and the desserts - TO ME! I will try them all. And you should too. Be thankful for the person you are. Don't let numbers get in the way of your happiness. And be kind to others. You never know when what you may say, even if you mean well, can affect a person.

The SUPERFRIENDS Roster:

Now, everyone has incredible friends. I always say that friends are chosen family. And in my case, I mean it! I have some ultra cool world, jet-stting friends. (We have been to London over 10 times, Paris, Puerto Rico, Spain.... whatever.... ;) We have been friends for over 15 years. We have gotten into a lot of .... fun ....

My best friends are the brothers & sisters destiny forgot to give me.

These Superfriends are the quinticential members of the FUN League of America! They are each exceptional individuals. They are a presence and a forceful being. And you know me, I am NOT prone to exaggerating.... at all....

Now, let's discuss some of the core Superfriend members in Kincade's life!! (** Note to readers- Kincade is my maiden name. For me to use it implies that you know the real me. Kincade is a persona... an alter ego who gets blamed for my silliness when the "real" JKU is cleaning up Kincade's mess.) - If I start using that term... especially when combined with Vodka or other festivities...... then look out!! My entertainment factor has set in, and we are in for a ride.... a magic carpet ride....

Now, although I am ready to hang my emotional fodder out for the national neighborhood to see, my friends and family did not sign up for that. Each Superfriend needs an alter ego... so I, unfortunately cannot reveal their true identities. I will let them do that, when and if, they are ready......

Just thinking about a friend makes you want to do a happy dance, because a friend is somene who loves you in spite of your faults.-Charles M. Schulz

I don't need a certain number of friends, just a number of friends I can be certain of.

Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another, "What? You too? I thought I was the only one."

But like any epic character, they deserve a story - a story of their greatness..... A story that friends will quote when they are critiquing their own friendships.... When you need a standard of coolness or friendshipesque love... the superfriends should be your model!!

The silver friend knows your present and the gold friend knows all of your past dirt and glories. Once in a blue moon there's someone who knows it all, someone who knows and accepts you unconditionally, someone who's there for life.-Jill McCorkle

Here is our story......

The characters featured in the Superfriends series includes the primary characters: Superman, Batman and Robin, Wonder Woman, and Aquaman. Other members include: Wonder Twins, Green Lantern, The Flash, Black Vulcan, Black Lightning, Apache Chief, Samurai, and El Dorado!!!! - These last few were intended to be international heroes and were created in order to encourage racial and cultural diversity.- or so Wikapedia states..... But those of us core members know that they were there since the beginning. Affirmative action just was not as prominent in the Dukes of Hazzard Years....

Boy Mexican... ** So... ongoing question... answer IF YOU DARE!!!! what are we discussing in THIS picture?!?!?!?

Okay... 1st thing you need to know about the Superfriends is that there are a few people that fall under the same category... but they fill the version in their own unique way... so although there may be a few guys under Superman or a few girls under Wonder Woman... we really fill the title with our OWN persona... and we each LOVE falling under the same category... it's not a down play... it's a SePeRaTiOn AnXiEtY thing.....

"Up in the sky, look! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superman!"

There are MANY Supermen in my life. Supermen consist of the male friends that I have that know how to work a cape!!! The Cape can CLOAK them for sure!!! ;) It can also shield them from falling puke from Wonder Woman after a LONG night of flip cup. They can fly and they each have 1 small source of kryptonite.... in their case - women.

These men are the BEST brothers and friends in the WORLD!! Not bro's like.. ewwww.. gross.. he's like my brother... but more like,... through the term of my life... he has been a true brotha from anotha motha!!! They love me cause we are friends!! Screw you "When Harry Met Sally"!!

These guys are in HIGH DEMAND!!! They are SO perfect in the male spectrum, that I almost feel guilty having these guys as my close and personal friends. ALMOST ... but not really at ALL!! ( Did I mention I LOVE eye candy!!! and good hugs. Who is gonna say no to a good hug?? How about a FANTASTIC hug??? A DELUXE hug?!?!?)

Next up: Batman!!!!!!

As a young adult, Batman worked to fulfill avenging his parents vow, by traveling the world to learn from masters of various defense disciplines. Eventually he became an exceptional escape artist, master of martial arts, acrobatics, science, technology, boxing, disguises, criminology and detective skills.

White Batman ...... I love White Batman. He is a REAL man. He loves everyone... even me when I am irrational, scared or angry!!!! He is so secure in himself that he was the Jack living with Janet and Chrissy... and all 3 were men. He is SO secure that he loves gay men as much as I do. He loves me ALMOST as much as I do to.... YAY me!!!

He understands me better than I do. He loves me and loves his friends as hard as I do. We are lucky that A LOT of those friends are the same. We did not make these friends at the same time... nor have we had the SAME experiences with these friends. But, when you and your partner can love the same people, trust each other implicitly, and smile and hug no matter what.... **deep Teen Beat sigh and awe** THAT is my idea of love.


Black Batman.....

He is just like white Batman, but he tastes and smells like chocolate. He smiles with lips that you wish you could kiss. He looks at you with eyes that you want to see joy in forever. He is the you that you wish you could be. He is the most beautiful person that I know inside and out. He has my utmost respect, love and admiration for life. I want to grow up to be JUST like him. Like Mary Poppins... She is almost perfect in every way......

Plus, Batman has the Batcave. Now, personally, I have been to the batcave. MANY, MANY times. Most of my friends have. It's legendary. If you have never been in the batcave with "The Bat" himself. Well, than you haven't lived. Honestly.

The Batcave is where you sit, listen, and think. It's where you learn that you wish the world was more diversified. It's where the best ideas happen. Inadvertantly, it's positively affected, literally hundreds of thousands of people. Don't doubt the batcave!! EVER!!

It's where you learn how to create a shield of understanding and patience. It's where the tools that the universe gave you teach you how to understand diversity and how THAT is what makes the USA turn.... although you wish it turned slowly....

And then there is Robin...... who likes to wear tights and shows his bear thighs....

Hey!! IF YOU WANT ME TO STOP PICKING ON YOU - GET AN F-ING FACEBOOK PROFILE!!! LOL!!

**Enter Super Twins!!!**

My wondertwin is a FABULOUS man who is my emotional, peer and soulmate. We are 2 souls that found each other during our "awkward - need a friend - need to love and have someone love me back - NO MATTER WHAT (way the Earth is rotating....;) !" Phase of our lives.

He is the Wil to my Grace. The Jack to my Karen. He is the be-all-end-all ultimate twin relationship. Together, we can - and have - accomplished anything. Apart there is a hollow dug out missing piece. We grew up together in ways that NOONE can understand.

There are too many heart aches, celebrations, mistakes, accomplishments, and understandings for anyone to permiate a realtionship like this. Stand toe-to-toe and listen to things you don't want to hear from your best friend!!! - And STILL love her, AND respect him AFTER they say it. And you can understand a microfiber of US.

Men will enter in and out of our lives... but we will ALWAYS remain true to each other! Love so hard that you cry from joy, laugh out of appreciation or excitement!!, Say the words: EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY!! And have it means more than anything in the WORLD!! That was our first year together. 15 years later... It's like Gremlins that got wet, or fed after midnight.....

I wish you ALL friends like mine.

Wonder Women:

Because I am a woman, I must make unusual efforts to succeed. If I fail, no one will say, "She doesn't have what it takes"; They will say, "Women don't have what it takes".Clare Boothe Luce

The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.Betty Grable

When people tell me a woman can never be president I say: "We'll never know unless we try".

These are the friends most tomboy-esque girls don't think exist. A "REAL" girl who is your friend, not a threat, and loves and supports YOU. You can tell her anything. She won't lie to you.. as a matter of fact... she is your FUPA, thong, bra-strap, nipple peaking, - orange belt wearing safety patrol watchwoman!! Yup. Ladies, I found a few of these elusive women. Just a few...

Outward beauty is not enough; to be attractive a woman must use words, wit, playfulness, sweet-talk, and laughter to transcend the gifts of Nature.Petronius

One is not born a woman, one becomes one. - Simone de Beauvoir

Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake a whole relationship.

"For all those who hated???? It just made us more creative." - Missy Elliott - The Bitch Is Back

I am my own woman. - Evita Perón

I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man. - George Meredith

Now, I used to be one of those girls who boasted, " I usually hang out with guys. I have more guys friends. Girls are SO petty. They ALL talk about each other and none of them are REAL!" Then I met my wonderwomen.

There's a little bit of hooker in every woman. A little bit of hooker and a little bit of God. - Sarah Miles

Then - I realized, to be a REAL woman.... like Pinocchio becoming a real boy.... you HAD to cut the strings. You can't let someone else be your fate creator. You have to be your own woman. There is NOTHING like a woman who has come into her own..... The energy... the magnetic draw... the EVElike stature.....

Treasure what mom taught you. She is the original Goddess... Take solace in what she taught you... BUT - be your own woman. Find your own path. Make your own way. It is then.... and ONLY then .... that a STRONG mother knows she did a good job.

When a mother KNOWS that she created TRUE - Wonder Women... she can rest easy. Beyond, environment, beyond gene pool; when a mother creates modern girls, girls who question, girls who test, girls who SHOUT their emotions from the mountaintop... THEN and ONLY then... can she relax, know she filled HER purpose in the world... and put herself completely into the next generation.

Because... no matter WHAT your ego tells you... the true purpose - goal - in being a REAL woman is to strive to make each generation of superfriends stronger.... more aware.... confident.... and respectful of the human nature. In the circle of life.... The women in the family are the HUB. Their friends are the spokes. The men are the rim and the children are the glue that hold them ALL together.