Double Dipping

Another one of my truths is the undervalued appreciation for double dipping. My friends and my friends' friends share in this act. Although, if one has a cold, flu, or another germ type symptom that friend will not partake in the double dipping. It's the honorable thing to do.

I almost killed a rabbit...

I almost killed a rabbit in the name of a single toilet stall. I was first in line waiting for a stall to open up when an acquaintance/friend lined up behind me. We were in that in between phase. I trust that there's no word for it because it's a courtship of deciding what it will be. Back to my story... I look to him with a look in my eye, a look that if you know me spells playful trouble. I explain to him that whichever stall opens up I am going to take it as I am first in line. As I don't believe a single toilet stall is neither male or female. But if I take the "male" single toilet stall I will put the seat back to the up position out of respect for the sign posted on the door. The door to the "female" single toilet stall opens up, he grabs me whipping in front of me to steal this stall. Although I am not a violent woman, I am originally a farm girl and can hold my own especially when it comes to a situation such as this... my truths. I body slam him with all of my 5 foot almost 2 inches and there just happens to be a chess board protruding and... I almost killed a rabbit in the name of a single toilet stall.

Have I always been an optimist?

I trust that if you've returned to my virtual home more than once you're probably wondering; "Has Prairie Grown always been an optimist?" I believe I've always had a lightheartedness about me, but around grade 6 or 7 I realized my father was an alcoholic and the abuse worsened and worsened. What kind of abuse? That is not what's important here and now. What's important is to know that there is no hierarchy in abuse... abuse is abuse. How did I come to know this? A variety of therapies from eastern to western to everything in between. And new ways that I made up myself to come to be the woman before you. Therapy is not a dirty word.

My Blankie

This is one of the first blankets my mom crocheted for me. I keep it in my car. Safety First! One never knows when one will need a blanket. Have you been to Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada in the winters? Seriously. And your car breaks down. Seriously.

But it's overall use is for those times when I take myself on a date to the movies. It's cozy, comfortable and keeps me warm. And on occasion when I invite a friend or two along I offer to share it. Take myself on a date? Yes, this happens regularly in my life. Why? Because... if you can't love yourself, you can't love anyone. And wooing myself in this way guarantees that at the end of the night I am going to give myself some. Some? You know... wink, wink, nudge, nudge. I truly feel we could heal this world through masterbation. But this is a topic for Self Pleasures.

Spring, Summer, Winter, & Autumn...

I light my sacred space (home) with candles. For no matter the level of intimacy if one can fight with me under candle light one will no longer share in the presence of my company. Seriously... fighting under candle light. Playfully smirking your way.