Toddlers = The Worlds Best Therapists

I have no patience.  I never did.  This is one of the reasons I never wanted to have children.  My mom would tell me that patience would come when I had a child.  Humpf!  No way!

I am an animal of routine.  I like things the way they are and not changed.  I want my things to stay mine and not share.  All things that do not mesh with having a child.

I grew up one of six kids.  I thought I knew what it was like to have a child.  I wasn’t prepared for how shocking it was to have Spunk.  I wasn’t prepared for all the therapy she provides to me.  From the moment she was born she has been a mirror of my character, my actions.. my motives.  All that I am was presented to me in a small 7 pound nutshell.

With each revelation she gives me I given two options: First, I could ignore it and continue the way I am or Second, I can see myself and change.  I am choosing change.  The deepest desire I have now is to parent her.  Not just to be along for the ride but to be part of her ride.  I want to become the best that I can be so that I can give her a mom that knows how to love her. 

My first lesson was that I couldn’t make her fit into my world, I had to fit into hers.  I changed my schedule to fit hers.  I stopped when she needed me to.  I helped to ease Spunk into my crazy world instead of forcing her into it.   I learned that I needed to relax and let her show me the way.  I didn’t know how to be a mom but she would teach me.  I quickly learned to give up the idea that I should know anything!  We would be in this together!  Spunk breastfed a lot!  I learned to take that time to enjoy her and our time together.  Now that she is 3, I truly miss our nursing time.  I miss nursing!  My point is that she made me stop.  She made me sit.

Spunk is incredibly independent.  She has been since she was born.  She walked at 10 months, she weaned herself soon after.  It is incredibly hard to nurse when you are on the run!  She literally would try to get out of my lap and walk with my breast in her mouth.  At 18 months she looked at me and said “no more diapers!”  and she was done with them.  She was potty trained without me even knowing it.  Of course she had accidents but she was done!  This little powerful thing.  She is teaching me to do the same in my life.  I am watching my 3 year old and learning how to be.  I am learning how to be proud of who Iam.  I am learning to not care what others think of me.  This is a huge issue for me!  Spunk is 100% in life.  She is passionate and powerful.  Why am I so scared to be?    I am learning from her to become independent as she is!

Spunk imitates eveything I say and do.  I learn pretty quickly what word I use often or what hand gesture I used.  I hear the tone of voice I use.  I see her kiss her little friends the way she sees me and her daddy kiss.  (that one we had to put a stop to..)  I went from being a person that swore quite often to hardly at all.  Hearing your 3 year old utter the dirty word riddled sentence I uttered in frustration is an amazing way to stop!  I have learned that I say hilarious a lot.  I also say that things are my favorites, so now everything is her favorite too.  I apparently say to her “Never do that again!” because she now yells that back at me. 

One of the big things that I have learned from her is how to be a calm, assertive leader.  (just like Cesar Milan says!)  Spunk fuels off of my mood.  If I am hysterical and yelling.. she becomes hysterical.  And then in turn, she is hysterical whenever anything bad happens.  This isn’t what I wanted to teach!  I am working really hard at staying quiet and just dealing with what is at hand.  I have learned from being her mom that most of the time that I yell is because I am mad at myself and not her.  So why do I project that on her?

Spunk is teaching me to let go.  I am learning to release my day.  I can make a plan but most likely it will be different.  Ohh the me before Spunk would never like that!  I am learning that I might want to work out but might not.  I might want to catch a tv show but might not.  I might want to talk to a friend but might not.   The gift of Spunk in my life has taught me that life is fluid.  I have to learn to give thanks moment by moment.  I am learning to appreciate everything little and the fact that I am still alive at the end of the day.

Spunk has been teaching me to love.  She has transformed my soul.  This little being loves me no matter what.  I yell at her and she loves me.  I put her in time out and she still wants me to hug her.  She curls into me at nap time no matter how the morning went.  She randomly gives hugs and kisses.  “I love you so much momma”.   My heart had no option but to open.  The effect has meant that I am learning to love everyone in my life so much more.  I am learning to forgive the past and love in the moment as she does for me. 

I spent 12 years swearing I would never have children…  then God sent me Spunk.  He said to me, “Child, I am sending you the greatest gift I can.  Love her as I love you.  Love her and I will bless you.”

Thank you.

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Awesome People

I just want to thank the following people for being utter AWESOME and buying my hard work off xStreet.

Sexy Group Sex Bed ~_^

Vincento John and Kiros Sirnah for buying my Sculpted Group Sex Bed (ADULT)

This was my first try into commercial furniture, I built this with the goal of releasing it to the world. I did, and the fact that even one person bought it means so much to me. The two of you (whoever you are) are AWESOME in my book, and this is showing how much I think that. Your names will be here forever (unless you tell me to take them down…) to honor you.

Round Sofa

Mythical Denja gets an AWESOME award for being the first to buy my Round Sofa (ADULT)

This sofa started out of a bored build, when my friends said they liked the design, I started working in some animations, and eventually it became a full fledged sex machine! Of course, you and your friends can still just sit on it. But where’s the fun in that?

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Well, that’s all I wanted to say right now. If you want to see these and my other items, click the paw. Love you all!

~Sophia

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Poker cake - Anto

Pesen kue ulangtahun untuk tanggal 13 okt mba. tapi maunya udah ada tanggal 12 ya, soalnya buat surprise malemnya. mau nya seperti kartu remi itu tapi pengen ditambah pake chip poker dsb. budgetnya bisa sampe 175 sih mba tapi mau ditambah chip poker gitu ya mba.  Tulisannya Happy 20th Birthday Ando. Sama aku blh minta urutan kartu? Maaf ya ini soalnya hobby bgt main poker, hehe. Jd maunya 10, jack, queen, king, as. Kartunya hati semua aja mba..

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Janet-Part 1

I became friends with Janet when she was in her late 20s. Like many women around that age, she was stressed. Raising her children and doing household chores took a lot of time and energy. Her husband worked long hours, and their sex life had dropped off drastically.

Janet and I talked frankly about all kinds of topics. (I have always believed in being frank with everything I say or write.) She told me she no longer felt pretty or sexy. I tried to dissuade her by affirming how attractive she was, but it didn’t seem to sink in.

After several tries at verbal persuasion, I decided to take a different approach. The next time she was at my house for a visit, I sat beside her on the sofa. With no warning, I pulled her to me and kissed her. Not a peck on the lips, but a full-mouth kiss with lots of tongue.

Her little whimpers were muffled by our lips. When I finally pulled away, Janet was flushed and breathing hard. She asked what brought that on. I told her that I found her sexy and wanted to demonstrate it. She started to protest that she wasn’t, but I took her again with another kiss. This time I inserted my hand inside her shirt. My fingers slipped inside her left bra cup and played with her hardening nipple.

I didn’t want to push Janet too far that day, so when I broke that kiss, we chatted for a little while, and then she left. I had started her thinking about her own sexuality, though. I thought she would come back for more, and she did. I’ll tell you about that in a future post.

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Dear Neil Gaiman, Dave McKean and Todd Klein,

Black Orchid – Neil Gaiman, art by Dave McKean, lettering by Todd Klein – 144 pages

“After being viciously murdered, Susan is reborn fully grown as the Black Orchid, a hybrid of plant and human, in order to avenge her own death. Now as this demigoddess attempts to reconcile her human memories and botanical origins, she must also untangle the webs of deception and secrets that led to her murder. Beginning in the cold streets of a heartless metropolis and ending in the lavish heartland of the thriving Amazon, this book takes the reader through a journey of secrets, suffering, and self-rediscovery.”  –from DCComics.com/Vertigo

I picked up a Black Orchid comic quite some time ago because I love female crimefighters, and I find orchids to be both visually pleasing and symbolically appealing, so the combination seemed like the kind of thing I’d enjoy.  When I discovered the Gaiman/McKean version of Black Orchid, I knew I’d hit paydirt.

Mr. Gaiman, anybody who reads this blog knows I’m a huge fan, but for some reason I’ve never gotten around to reading Sandman–so my experience of your writing in comics is limited to graphic novels or guest writing of single arcs in continuous series.  I’ve liked all the graphia of yours that I’ve read, though, and this trade is no exception.  Somehow you managed to write something that captures and keeps my attention, but is so dreamlike that I’ve forgotten what it was about almost as soon as I’ve finished reading it–I’m just left with this really pleasant sense that some kind of fascinating journey has occurred, and I got to go along for the ride.  Maybe that doesn’t sound like a compliment, but it’s meant as one.

Part of the dreaminess, though, is the incredible art.  Mr. McKean, I love your work no matter what style you’re using, but this gritty-yet-ethereal sort of photorealism works so well with the strange story, and you do such a lovely job making the orchids seem so alien without being frightening.  The juxtaposition of color palettes, of gray city and red violence versus the orchids and verdant jungles and things…well, it was fantastic.

Also, I don’t know if the excellent placement and coloration of the text boxes and speech bubbles were part of the art or went with the lettering work, but either way, it was brilliant.  Mr. Klein, never let it be said that I don’t appreciate excellent lettering–you make the whole thing readable, and yet it never looked out of place with the art style.  Awesome.

Four enthusiastic stars for Black Orchid!

Love,

Wanna check out this title for yourself?  Try the Indie Bound or ABC bookstore finders!

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Lying next to a beautiful lady.

I am. She’s right there. She’s very beautiful. I’m not bragging. Ok, I am. I was reading (in my loo library) Guy Browning’s excellent Never Hit a Jellyfish with a Spade and he was pondering whatever happened to the love that dare not speak it’s name? We seem to live in an age where love will not keep it’s irritating mout shut. Its not just smug people who’ve found it either. I know how lucky I am to have what I have, I don’t need to be reminded by other people. Valentine’s day is symptomatic of this obsession with luurve. It’s basically a day set aside for couples to feel smug (and then pay a hefty fine in the way of meals and cards) and for single people to wallow (and then pay a hefty fine in the way of drinks and ice cream.) I think the whole exercise should be canned. If you’re in a relationship it’s impossible to be romantic on the day because they’re expecting it, and the greatest weapon of romance is suprise, and consideration, ok the two greatest weapons of romance are suprise and consideration….I’m not continuing with that, I have a point. So if your beloved is waiting for a Niagra Falls of rose petals and you can only provide a light showering, you’re stuffed. Even if it’s a power shower. Unless you can somehow find a pulse setting.

So there you have it, a bah humbug Valentine rant more than a month early. She really is beautiful though.

tata

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