Words

I am not one to really be hurt by words. Someone can say something derogatory about me and I will listen to it but then let it roll off my back. I’m not saying that I ignore it but I don’t let it bother me. If it is something constructive, then yes, of course I will think about it and consider what I can do differently or say differently. But today, today I had someone say one word about me and it hurt me very deeply.

What word could possibly hurt me so badly? Was it a four or five letter word? No. I can handle those. It’s not like I haven’t been called those before, ok, that so doesn’t sound good, but it’s true. Many take my shyness as being snobby or the “b” word. Anyway, I digress. The word I was called was “needy”.

Needy. Why would such a little word hurt me so much? Because it came from someone that I care about and someone that I am hoping to build a future with. Also because I don’t want to ever have to ‘need’ a man ever! I want a partner. I want a companion. I do not want or need someone to rescue me. I do not want or need a man’s money. I do not want or need a man’s muscles. I can take care of myself thank you very much!

I was hoping that by typing it out would make me feel better and it has! He has since apologized saying he was only teasing, but for it to put out there to begin with, well, doesn’t that give it a grain of truth?

Playboy Part II

So back in October/November, Bean and I went to purchase a Playboy magazine for my friend who is currently stationed on a sub. I was very surprised when I found out from my friend that Playboys are not a common magazine passed around. In fact, he was questioned as to who would even send him that. It seems that many girlfriends/wives would not send their significant other a simple magazine. I guess maybe because I am neither a girlfriend or a wife is why it doesn't bother me. But I don't think that my change in status would change my opinion. Even my friends were shocked when I shared this information with them. In our opinion, it would be much better for our honey to be helping himself with a little help from some visual aids than visiting the local "massage parlor" and bringing some funk back. Needless to say, I have gone and purchased another one for him! I hope he enjoys!

Jupiter Parade

Saturday night was the Jupiter Parade. As usual, Joy, Celestine and I attended the parade. We met Joy's mom, Elke, and her friends down there. I cannot even begin to portray what a wild, crazy, fun loving group they are. All of us had an amazing time. We did get a few prize beads, tabasco sauce and oyster shell beads and my coveted LSU beads. I had to beat out two guys who were much bigger and taller than I to get those. I was very determined that they were going to be mine. I had Celestine behind me cheering me on by chanting my name! I'm still amazed that I was able to snatch them up! Never underestimate the short girl! Enjoy the pictures!