Please, pardon me, as I have felt heavy hearted for so long, to have this major break through from out of the clear weeks ago continue with my focus being sharpened, my boundaries more secure and sure. With the last communique sent out and about I felt incomplete, almost as if I hadn't had enough time with your company. I feel safe and at ease when I am here describing my path, my life, as I see, feel, and live this life I have been blessed to have with you, my Guest. Oh, good-damn-goodness, there is always something going on. Even I have found myself in some uplifting, good and glad circumstances with Folks who cross paths with me during times of ill. Many times and to my core, the synchronicity of having lives cross still gives me blisters on the sides of my brains.
Sometime good, some times maybe not, and then my friends, there are the times when socks and shoes have been knocked off, figuratively speaking of course, but even still, leaving me with a bit of a missed breath, as if having to inhale twice at one time. I do not mean to be interpreted as an ape pounding my chest, I just wish to share how I am okay with the concept of some others who find me one they would like to get to know, I reckon maybe, I never get over that flush when flirted with. Ya-Hey, WTF, I've always been a smooth operator, but I'm not the one looking, you see? I'm a very happily married man. One man married to his early-back-in-the-day, earlier-than-high-school-sweet-heart, my dear bride, Bella Bawnna. Dang. I promise I won't write like that for a minute, all of them damned dashes and shit, but anyways, to have them who are searching for their prey in a Super Market or a Department Store, gives me a dash of creepy feeling most times.
True? Hell yeah it is true!
Alright, yes, okay that's tough, maybe so it is folks are out looking for their love. True. I'm not, and for that matter, I am ALWAYS with Brings-The-Water. I mean, some of these Women have the 'nads to flirt with me close to my Old Guuurl, they don't know. No, Honey's, they don't know.
One other thing that is so uncool in these huge boxes is a deaf and hard of hearing dude getting lost in the store with the big red dot. Shoot, mess around and I have to whistle our family bird call, then Mama whistle back - and damn it, it sound like she is way over there and three isle over buy the paper goods. Hey! It's ugly as hell to feel lost. I know this. I have felt it. To be separated from my Doctor Baby Mama, who I love her so much, is like damned crazy, uncomfortable. This woman is my I Dream Of Jennie, my Earth Angel, my Earth Mate, the person I have been married with for thirty four years and approaching forty on the years we have known one another. My Little Blonde Mixed Breed Cuban, Red Neck, Georgia Peachy Baby Doll was for real. She Is for real and here we are now, our baby girls grown and growing, we have our hounds and turtles, each other, our love and the roof over our head. Like Randy says, yo, we're in it to win it!
I want to be right here next to you. Love.
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