Your Astrology Sign- & the SHIT People Say Behind You Back

Your Astrology Sign- & the SHIT People Say Behind You Back


(March 21st to April 19th)
You can have a bit of a temper. People make secret bets on when your next explosion of anger is going to be.


(April 20th to May 21st)
You show off with money and it makes everyone feel uncomfortable. It’s cool that you offer to pay for drinks, but not when you follow it up with, “I can absolutely afford it, don’t worry!”


(May 22nd to June 21st)
People toss the word ‘psycho’ around in group texts fairly frequently. On one hand, your friends love you. But on the other, you can act sort of psycho…


(June 22nd to July 22nd)
You drunk cry at EVERYTHING. It’s endearing the first few times. But now people are a bit like, “Dude, get yourself together.”


(July 23rd to August 22nd)
People get annoyed at how self-absorbed you can be. You’re definitely tons of fun to be around, but you never let anyone else talk. It’s always you, you, you. Even when someone else tries to talk about something, you find a way to insert yourself into it.


(August 23rd to September 22nd)
You’re so serious/judgmental about everything. Sometimes your friends don’t even want to invite you to things because you’re such a downer.


(September 23rd to October 22nd)
You’re SUCH a Mom/Dad. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. You’re responsible and fair, both good traits to have. But yeah, you tend to act like an old person.


(October 23rd to November 22nd)
Sometimes your ‘jokes’ aren’t actually funny and they’re just painful. Your sarcasm borders on being cruel.


(November 23rd to December 21st)
You have such a fun, flirty energy but sometimes it feels like you focus on romance and/or sex more than your friends. People end up feeling neglected and bitter.


(December 22nd to January 20th)
No one talks behind your back because they probably forgot you even existed.


(January 21st to February 18th)
You’re bad at picking up on social clues. Like, reaaaaally bad. People joke about how awkward you always are.


(February 19th to March 20th)

People make fun of your poetry. Enough with the metaphors about fire! You are so cheesy, you’re like a damn slice of pizza. 

Sunny Weather Girl…

Sunny Weather Girl…

Your my diamond in the rough.

Sweet smell of rose amongst a dirty musk.

Your a diamond, set on platinum.

Your a Pile of carats. 

An undeniable attraction, my words can’t touch 

If I could alleviate your pain I would take it in a second.

Warmth moves over my body when you step in my direction.

Negative outloik, but now your changing my percecption.

More than beautiful, more like God’s divine invention.

Cause for you baby, I would stop the ruin.

Thoughts of you run through my body, like blood runs through my veins.

Everything you do is perfect, I would never give an order.

Walking in the desert, your my only drop of water.

I keep a hard front, but you just crossed the border.

Look into your eyes, and I just see a goddess.

Getting to my heart and defying all my logic.

Can’t figure it out. But whatever. I want you, got it?

Staring at you, it couldn’t get much better.

Feathers of a kind, that’s why we flock tigether.

If you dislike a word of this I hope y I u realize; whether hurricane or tsunami-

Your my sunny weather girl.

Threesomes: part 1, The meeting before the “meeting”

Threesomes: part 1, The meeting before the “meeting”


When it is decided among a group of at least three people to engage in some sexual erotica, if you will, it only makes sense to set up some basic rules and regulations. (In this case there was only one rule, however if two of the three participants are dating or in a relationship, then there would most likely be some activities and/ or positions that may be in a no-go zone.)  This is done to ensure that all parties have the best possible experience. Nothing kills the mood faster than jealousy. Lucky for us, in this particular group. anything goes. The following rules/ regulations are just one example of my three friends experiences. I feel the need to add that every groups rules will differ.

Rule # 1: There are no rules. Just go with it.

Lucky for me, as far as research goes, my friends chose to video this  particular sexual encounter, as two men being with  a woman, so that not a detail was overlooked. Lol. I, personally, have chosen not to view said video, ( these are my friends people), however I have been assured that next time will be even better.
In this case it was the beautiful blonde girl who initiated this particular gathering because she, and I quote,  “thought he was really cool and sweet.”  That was all it took for guy 1 to say, “let’s fuck him then”. Now it does not take a genius to know that guy 2 was more than ok with this proposition. image

In the Begining it was supposed to be she going down on guy 1, while guy 2 hit it from behind. That’s when all rules went out the window. From that point on it was anything goes. And believe me, everything was covered.

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Deep Thoughts

Deep Thoughts



If I were to take a serious inventory of my life, what changes would I need to make? This is the question that I ask myself, almost daily.
And then, once I can honestly answer this question, would I then be willing to turn my answers into my reality? I have been attempting to do exactly this.

It is important for & to me to get serious about my life — especially about manifesting my dreams and my future.
This month, my goal is to assess how far I’ve come, or not come. As well as how far I have left to go.

Over the last few months, the people and the events in my life have revealed to me whether i have been realistic or not, in my goal setting. Thus far, I feel that I have been fairly reasonable with the goals I have set for myself.
Perhaps it was someone I know, that had been expressing their dissatisfaction with the progress of an important relationship in their life that got me thinking about my relationships… 

As uncomfortable as doing this inventory can be, I have found that oppositions can be a time of reflection, and can provide valuable information, if only I pay attention. I plan to, from this moment forward. I will also be using this period of reflection to get clear about what’s most important to me.

Being brutally honest with myself, I ask, what am I willing to do/ and how far am I willing to go, to get to what I want? — Otherwise, I figure, I will soon become, or simply remain, disillusioned.

That’s one of the reasons I decided to start this blog. To help myself remember. I want to remember everything about my past,  to help me manifest the future that I desire.

Frances Stone

The Way I Am

The Way I Am


It has taken me a lot of years to finally make some sense of why I am the way I am.  Unbelievable actually, if you take into account the number of therapists I have seen, as well as the number of so called “psych tests” I have endured, simply because they promised “tell-all” results. In hindsight, had I the focus and ability to sit for long periods, i probably would have stumbled onto the answer myself, just by doing a little research.  (Now I should probably mention I am also ADHD, as well as bi-polar.) Great combo let me tell you!
     Now, I can only speak for myself, as a woman who, allegedly, also has Borderline Personality Disorder; but my life has been anything but boring- even when I am bored. Thanks in part to my raging impulsivity, my blown up emotions, my all or nothing- black & white thinking, my wonderful, memorable, though short lived, platonic friendships with … well, almost everyone I have ever come into contact with, and for the last 13 years, my, at the time; seemingly never ending, bottomless love for one man-(sigh). Passion, romance, violence, sex, and pretty much every other aspect of a toxic, yet lovingly addictive relationship were redefined when he walked into my life. Even now, three years after we parted ways, I have not even looked at a man. The moment our eyes first locked, I was terminally hooked. Also, at that time, redefined, were my boundaries and my self respect.  Love is a wild ride huh?  
     Which brings me to my current topic, my then…situation? As a borderline I tend to perceive and process things a little differently than “normal” folks do.  My emotions run in high gear ALL of the time. Mix in a little black and white thinking, a HUGE fear of abandonment, a bit of a temper at times, a serious impulse control problem, my lovingly toxic ex- relationship,  and up until now no concrete knowledge of why I am the way I am; and you have a recipe for… Disaster? Drama? Passion?  Fun? defiantly NOT boring.  So back to my… situation.
     About 37 months ago my already paranoid “lover” began hearing voices. Seriously.  The icing on the cake is that apparently my voice is the primary voice in his head. The last 4 months of that relationship were, shall I say, a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.  Imagine the most emotionally draining, heart wrenching, gut clenching, experience of your life- now multiply it by a thousand!- Honestly, I do not even have the words to explain what it was like for me- but I will try to lay it out for you, from my perspective.  Until tomorrow- stay breezy.

Raise One Finger

Raise One Finger




.  I was a floater, still am.  I would have some friends in every group, because I had shared interests with a lot of different types of people, in alot of different groups, but there has only ever been one person, that I felt I could completely trust, come into my life at a time.  I am okay with this now.-  No matter how far apart we were we always kept in touch. That is, until 12 years ago. It was late one night when my very best friend/first love Scott,image

was in an accident and was killed.  I took the news very hard, but I kept it all inside for a long time.  It is only as I think of him now that I have my revelation…IF YOU CAN RAISE ONE FINGER ON YOUR HAND- JUST ONE, FOR THAT ONE TRUE FRIEND, YOU ARE DOING ALRIGHT!!!  Why has society made us feel that we all have to have tons & tons of friends in order to succeed at life?  I know that I would rather be able to raise one finger in confidence, than 10 with doubts filling my mind………..




Love is Blind

Love is Blind


I KNOW NOW THAT I AM NOT THE ONLY WOMAN OUT THERE WHO HAS DEALT (or is dealing with) A LOVER WHO was/is A LITLE TOO CONTROLLING, A LITTLE TO CLOSE- DOES ANYONE FEEL ME?  WHAT CAN YOU DO IF YOU REALLY CARE ABOUT THE PERSON, BUT YOU CAN’T TAKE THE CRUSHING WEIGHT OR THE PAIN ANY LONGER? Well I have no idea if there is a right way to handle a situation like this once it reaches that, almost dangerous, level. I do know that my first thought upon feeling that my life was actually in danger, was to have the cops do something. Well, if you do not already know this, there is really nothing they can do, until something actually happens. The danger has to truly become real. 

MYSELF IN THE POSITION OF HAVING TO DECIDE IF MY HEARTS OPINION WAS BETTER OR WORSE THAN MY MIND’S…  IF I WAS BEING HONEST, I KNEW THE END RESULT (if nothing changed) IN MY CASE.  SO I’M PUTTING THIS OUT THERE FOR ANY OTHER FEMALES OR MALES WHO MAY ONE DAY BE IN THIS (or a similar) SITUATION.  I LOVED THIS MAN SO MUCH, BUT I ALSO KNEW THAT HE HAD BEEN STEALING, LYING, TAKING MY CAR, AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF; MY SON HATED HIM- (this fact alone should have solved my problem immediately, but I remember thinking about how if I actually got him to go, I would be all alone. By that point everyone i loved had turned their backs on me)  REGARDLESS, THE END RESULT WAS- HE HAD TO GO.  ANOTHER BROKEN HEART, (and by that time my heart was already on life- support), BUT I REMEMBER THE FEELING OF SATISFACTION THAT I HAD, KNOWING I HAD MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE. (Even though the actual act of getting him away from me was a miracle in itself). LIFE IS SO VERY INTERESTING, THESE CURVE BALLS IT HAS THROWN AT ME.  I WOULD SURVIVE, I HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO MOVE FORWARD. I HOPE WITH ALL OF MY HEART THAT ONE DAY THIS PERSON GAINS CONTROL OF HIS FEELINGS and ACTIONS. I also pray that eventually I, myself, will find love again. Maybe… One day… LATER READERS…

My Dilema- Am I Crazy

My Dilema- Am I Crazy


My dilemma was this.  It had finally reached a point where I had to ask myself; what the hell is wrong with me?  Why had I allowed someone to treat me that badly? My answer,- Either I no longer had any self-respect left, or my HUGE fear of abandonment was even bigger than my pride, and my self respect. 
  I remember hoping that it was the second one. Fear of abandonment could be worked through. My first answer was much harder to fix.

 I loved the same man from January 2005 until 2015. I feel safe saying that it was love at first sight.  It truly was. The electric current that ran between us had been positively palpable.  Ours had been a, love no matter what, kind of relationship; damn the consequences- in the begining. Later,  choosing this ‘love’ was ultimately the reason I lost my son, my friends, my house, my car, my job, my entire world as I knew it: 
I was in love. Hopelessly.  Pathetically.  
But suddenly, he no longer seemed to love me back. This was a problem for me because at that point I had nothing left but him, and anything is better than being all alone, right?
   The changes in him had begun slowly.  So slowly, in fact, that it is only now, looking back, that I can see the actual progression.  His increasing paranoia, being hyper-critical of everything I said and did, his refusal to eat because he claimed I had poisoned it, his covering of mirrors and anything else reflective,  taking electronics apart, then trying to put them right again, etc.,etc…  
   Then the voices in his head decided to get a lot louder, and my hell was officially begun, because up until now, though awful, it was cake compared to dealing with the voices.  Apparently, the main voice that he heard was mine, and from his expressions my voice did not say kind things.  I remember one day in late September, I said to him; “You are going to let the voices in your head ruin what we have.”  Well they already had.  I was the only one still holding on.
  It was around this time that WE also experienced his first psychotic break.  It was, to this day, the most terrifying, horrible night I have ever spent. As well as the most ‘on edge’, I have ever felt.   There have been 3 more after that night, to my knowledge. Each more terrifying than the last.  He still refused to go get help, choosing instead to blame me for his behavior, for everything.  Needless to say life was quite challenging then.  More than anything though, I feel so ashamed of myself.  Why had I allowed myself to be completely disrespected repeatedly, and until that day ignored it?  No more. At that point even I had had enough.
   Two nights later I had concluded that I could not take any more emotional abuse; and at 4 am I told him that i had finally realized that I deserved someone better, a LOT better.  I told him firmly to get out.  He did. He returned later the next afternoon.  So I sat in my room, and he sat like a zombie on my couch.  What should I do? I remember wondering. Then I did something I had long since forgot how  to do, I prayed. The Lord truly does work in mysterious ways, because two days later there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see 2 county cops. They had a warrant for his arrest. I believe they saved my life that day. Well, them and the man upstairs.

Life Lesson’s

Life Lesson’s

Hi friends. As I‘m sure you know, life lessons are never easy to learn. That being said, occasionally you meet someone (me), who, through no fault of her own, seems to almost unconsciously insist on taking the road that is NEVER traveled.  That person would be me. 

Hi, my blog is going to lay it all out there; every single dirty, little, detail of every road I have ever travelled. Good one’s, and bad one’s. Including the one’s that were never really meant to be ‘road’s’.  You will be privy to every path that I have stumbled, crawled, or limped down, in order to get to exactly where I am today. I am going to refer to my ‘road’s’, as life lessons.  I do want to add that not every, single lesson I have learned was done in the absolute most horrifing way, and I will include those as well.  I absolutly refuse to write my life story for you, while leaving out the good things. (And there are some VERY, VERY good things!!!)  



If someone were to ask, ‘”what is your greatest strength?” How would you reply?  John F. Kennedy, said “My curiosity.”  Now, that’s an answer most wouldn’t expect.  Then there’s Albert Einstein, who claimed, “I have no special talent, I am only passionately curious.”

Eleanor Roosevelt replied,  “I think, at a child’s birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow him/her with the most useful gift, that gift would be curiosity.” 
What’s so great about curiosity? Actually, it’s one of the few traits that we, as humans, share with the entire animal kingdom.  It’s that primal, necessary urge to find out everything we can about our environment and oursurroundings.

 It was curiosity that compelled Christopher Columbus to sail the oceans blue. Curiosity guided the first settlers to seek out their food sources and shelter. Just as curiosity remains our guide, today. 
To put it simply, curiosity is the catalyst of survival for all creatures, great and small.  But for humans, it’s so much more.  

Curiosity remains our main reason and our  guide when exploring new ways of doing things.  Its curiosity that has led us to find the solutions to a myriad of problems. It also allows us to investigate many new possibilities.  Its curiosity that keeps our child-like sense of  wonder alive, in all of us.  

When your curiosity is keen, you can grow, and expand your mind and life, to fulfill even your wildest dreams.   

This is a fun trick to try, to demonstrate what I mean.

The next time you face a problem or a challenge, start your thought process with the words “What if… .”  Then close your eyes and allow yourself to imagine and visualize the most absurd, ridiculous, unlikely, “way out” solutions you can.  This m+ethod helps me to think outsi

e of the6 rsll l’proverbial’ box. You just might surprise yourself by what you  come up with!

Now, to add a few more words to your ‘curiosity arsenal’, here’s a poetic reminder from Rudyard Kipling:   

“I had six honest serving men.  
They taught me all I knew.  I call them Why and When and Where  And How and What and Who.”

Oh! And don’t worry that “curiosity killed the cat.”  Remember the rest of that proverb?- “but satisfaction brought him back”
Stay curious!