Truth in Latte!

What Your Latte Says About You

You are easygoing and pretty simple to please. You don't put up a fuss... ever. You can be quite silly at times, but you know when to buckle down and be serious. Intense and energetic, you aren't completely happy unless you are bouncing off the walls. You're addicted to caffeine. There's no denying it. You are responsible, mature, and truly an adult. You're occasionally playful, but you find it hard to be carefree. You are complex and philosophical, but you are never arrogant.

What Does Your Latte Say About You?

Why Does Loving Someone Have to Hurt So Much?

This would be the question of the day?

When do we grow the hell up an appreciate that there are people out who love you for just being you?

Why does there have to be some type of game played, or truthlessness invovled. I've never asked for much...other than be honest with me. But maybe it's time to start asking for MUCH!!!Don't I deserve world too???

My friends, any thoughts?????

THIS IS WHY I LOVE MY FRIEND, VIC!!!!

I have this friend, Vic, who has been my friend since Kindergarten. So one could essentially say we have been friends for 40 years! I emailed him recently to find out how he is doing, He' s had to retire do to back and neck issues. Poor guy has had 3 different surgeries and they just couldn't get him back to where he needed to be...so he gets to retire. Lucky little shit! He told me that he and his wife have sold the house and are taking a little cross country trip, in their 29 ft fifth wheel...they will be out and about traveling for the next year..!!! how cool is that...

Anyway, Vic's shoulders are broad, he listened to my "Poor me" story the other day. He, I'm sure, was shaking his head the whole time he was reading my email... wondering where did the "real Ann go" cuz the person who sent this email has clearly lost it! We went back and forth for a few emails... and he gave it to me straight to say the least.. "find yourself, first, that I needed to be able to stand on my own two feet not to rely on anyone or have anyone rely on me...He told me I needed to be pampered.....HUM Pampered...this is a novel, strange yet intriguing word, Pampered...He told me if the people in my life can't seem to do it then it was high time to find someone who would. WOW! Pampered, how does one act when pampered.???? I know, and those who know me know that I would probably reject this strange word... as I have always been so damn independent...I wanted to be the strong female and well, look where it has gotten me... so obviously there is a fine line and I have to find it along with someone who knows this " pampered " word. Vic, you held nothing back in giving me the information I knew all along, but you gotta help me find this Mr. Right person, who will pamper me...Me? wow? I might like that! Vic, here's to another 40 years! Happy trails my friend and be safe out there!

Sounds of Summer Where Did They Go??

I was born and raised in the Big Valley. Lived in the same house my whole life, until I got married. I remember our house was somewhat the hub of the neighborhood, my dad made sure that there was an abundance of "playground" equipment at our disposal. I supposed so we were not "running the Neighborhood" There was a hopscotch painted on the driveway, not to mention teatherball and foursquare .. and 35 gallon garbage can filled with rubberballs, baseballs, footballs, jumpropes, baseball gloves *pretty cool and modern for a house with no boys- it was after all, the 70's!* and the ever popular tire pump to keep all bike tires and balls in fine working order, oh and I almost forgot the 18 foot long, 4 foot deep doughboy pool in our backyard.

We would play outside for hours, ride our bikes, then as it turned dusk, our parents would bring their lawn chairs and congregate on our front porch and talk... OH MY GOD they would talk for hours, no alcohol was ever involved, no loud music, just the quiet sounds of summer: kids playing "hide and seek", laughter, and the sound of crickets chirping as if they were making their own summer time memories....

Now lets fast forward, to the year 2007. We-my family- have lived in the same house now for 17 years. We have never formed the same bond with our neighbors that my parents did. My kids have only played "hide and seek" at family functions, with their cousins... I don't even hear the crickets anymore! I miss the damn crickets! I don't even like crickets! There is something however, very comforting in the sound that a cricket makes, it takes me back to a time when my life was simple, uncomplicated and I knew people loved me, not because they could get something from me, but because I was their daughter, sister, friend-unconditionally-they loved me- When did life become so damn complicated? And where are those damn crickets!!!???