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okay - First Sarah you can’t be taggin my husband cause then who am I gonna tag? anyway - Six revealing, strange/quirky things about me
1. I’m good at everything. This isn’t a boasting statement. Cause its not exactly a good thing. Really, and it is a curse not a blessing, cause I was never just sooo wonderful at any one thing, I was good at everything I tried - I could never find the thing that I loved to do and wanted to do for a living, cause I was good and enjoyed alot of htings. Musical instruments, Painting, writing, Photography, poetry, drawing, cooking, crafts, most art mediums, so now i’m almost thirty with a bunch of hobbies I’m goodenough to make a living at but a job I hate - go figure. Actually I don’t hate my job anymore I just don’t want to be doing it for hte next thirty years.
2. i’m afraid of heights, a bit afraid of closed spaces, but I go out of my way to push my phobias. I used to climb trees to prove to myself that my fears don’t define me, used to sit in closets ect.
3.Once I cook, I’m no longer hungry. So I could be starving then make soemthing to eat and by the time i’m done I’m no longer hungry. Go figure.
4.I am a shoe person. i love shoes, I never buy them, but I love shoes. My family always thought I was really a tomboy and I was but I really love shoes, I just never really seen the occasion to wear them. Via Spaga, Reiker, I could be a prada whore - I really could. Still love Coach, Salvatore Ferragamo, ect.. really, really love shoes. If I win the lottery - I’m getting a giant shoe closet and getting my shop on, I will also have several different pairs of Puma and Addidas shell tops.
5.I think my sister is cuter than me - even though we look almost exactly alike, but she got a jigglier booty than me and I thought that was strange- i also can’t spell for shit- especially when I’m typing, sorry blog world…
6. I have a very guilty conscious. I always think I’m in trouble or I did something wrong. its gotten better as I have gotten older but I hae for people to yell my name across a room or the house, always makes me think i am in trouble.

Taggin my hubby and spoken.

10 qualities in a perfect lover/mate.

1, Sense of Humor

You gotta think I’m funny and I need to think your funny. I like to be silly however Jerry has pointed out that my funny isn’t exactly funny…. Of course I disagree but hey – I think he’s funny enough – and funny lookin for sho! See I’m funny

2. Honest

I’ve learned enough throughout love that it’s pretty obvious that you gotta stay pretty honest. I want to know if I can do better, be better and the only way I can learn how is if my family tells me my (fill in the blank) could be better. General white lies are okay (I really like that shirt) but not really necessary as I’m not 19 anymore and the little crap just don’t sting like it used to. But don’t let me find out about the big crap – I simply don’t want to have to deal with it. No hidden lives, extra wife’s, this is not Big Love – which by the way is a great show on HBO you should check it out, I may blog on it later.

3. Durable

I need my mate to be durable. Can take a punch, I like a good sparring partner. Emotionally as well as physical, I like to rough house and wrestle, and sometimes my mouth lets something fly if I had be thinking I would have never said out loud. You gotta be able to work with that, I’m pretty durable too so I can take a little bit.

4. Intellectual

Like Sarah, he doesn’t need to be the Nobel Prize winner but damn it if Jerry couldn’t win one. Jerry asks more questions than anybody I ever met, and don’t not have an answer or not want to give one, then its really on! He needs to question, answer, wonder, contemplate, evaluate, review, research, reask, and repeat – at lest six times. He is the smartest (book smart) man I ever met- then I met his father, my dad is the smartest practical man I ever met.

5. kissin

I like to kiss, I like a kiss that has levels and takes a long time to complete. That goes from hard to soft, from demanding to requesting, I like a kiss that roves, moves, And yes Sarah – great lips are a plus.

6. Optimistic

Its really important for me to deal with people who are glass half full people, life is hard enough with out having to fight against the idea that anything is possible. I like being realistic but realism can be misdiagnosed and really be pessimism. I always want to believe we can try – even if we fail, the try is important and you have to believe we can until we simply can’t.

7. Desire

you gotta want me. And you gotta want other stuff too. I’m a big fan of passion. Slam against the wall, leave bite marks, scratch push pull forget to get undressed heat. I guess its because I’m a physically strong woman and I still like to know my mate can have his way with me. And as far as the other stuff I like to see my mate pour himself into what ever he wants, like to see him on fire about what ever it is that he wants, and wants to do.

8. Fatherful

I chose Jerry not only because of the love he gave me but for the potential I saw in him to be Cammy’s father – this was way before there was a Cammy, or the thought of a Cammy. He had these unlimited reserves just waiting for his children, his family and that was very attractive to me

9. Attractive

I need to like lookin at you – I know it’s a little shallow, but I love to look at Jerry, his skin, his eyes, just love it. His hands – all of him. He is an attractive man – not pretty, but very masculine and male and chocolate and let me stop cause he’s not gonna be home for three more days.

10. Flexible

I need somebody who rolls with me and life. Life doesn’t have to be hard, but it does have to be, and if you can bend and flow with it I think you can get through anything as a family. Jerry is the perfect yin to my yang and I think that image is the best because it shows us bending to work together.
I cannot tag anybody Except my hubby that hasn’t been tagged so honey its all you baby

Quita 3 – Anubis 2

I think I’m winning, we came to a conclusion that I am the pack leader and he really acted totally different after I kicked him out of my bed. Point Quita. He loves that stinky dog food and will do anything to get it – including go in the cage that he hates, -point Quita. I need to walk him more, but he’s doing really well in the back yard. But he got out and jumped on my jeans – leaving giant muddy dog paws on my thighs (point Anubis)  

My co- workers have just pointed out how much their marriages have changed over their years and said they would be glad to get their respective husbands out of the country for ten days. I’ve never felt that way about Jerry – not in all the time we dated and certainly not since we’ve been married (I’ll chalk a lil of that up to newlywed bliss) but I remember feeling that way about someone I cared about – How I couldn’t wait for him to go back where he came from so I could get back to my life. The utter sense of relief when the door closed behind him. I would have a drink and put my world back in order – move books back, put moved items in their homes. And never thought anything about it. Took me years later before I began to think that maybe that wasn’t the kind of love I wanted forever – the kind that looked for a break, rather than longed for the break to be over.   I remember that was one of the things that kept me from going back to that relationship. And it was a big thing for me to admit that. Funny cause Jerry was part of that revelation.  Jerry has always represented the possibility to me, of a greater love. Even in our everyday I know we have our regular days. Days when we roll though and barely notice the other. We’ve structured our life and our love so tightly that it is just now that he is gone for a moment that I realize, its not the dishes, or the wake up calls, or the daddy time with Cammy, or any of the things he does, as a matter of fact – if I was more honest – this time has proven to me how much better I am – for myself when I handle more of the things he has taken over in our lives, much to my dismay and chagrin. Jerry is all the best parts of me, he really does complete me in a way I wasn’t aware when I was single that I wanted or needed.
I remember working so hard when I lived alone to understand who I was, why I was in the place I was in. why my love had failed. How I contributed to that. What my problems were – and most importantly how to like myself. Love me beyond what I could do. If I never wrote another poem, took another photo, painted another picture, I could look in the mirror and love who was looking back. And now I am learning to love who I see through J’s eyes. That is a whole different ball game for me, and totally besides the point.
I guess I was just sad for them, and I pray I feel this way about trips that Jerry takes when he’s fifty. I pray the new never quite wears off, I hope we remember everyday we become a different person than we were yesterday and that we fall in love with that everyday.    

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Jerry in Japan…
Originally uploaded by raquita.

He’s there and we got pictures!!! you can click this picture to get to our Flickr page and take a look at all the pics he sent… I’m making a japan set as we speak…