Hello Bloggers!

Well this weekend has went by pretty fast- Yesterday we were socializing all day.. Left about 11:30 in the morning and didn't get home until like 8:00 last night. We are part of a women's social group that was created last year as a way to meet other women and do fun things verses meeting people in the bars. My girl and I don't go to bars all that often- maybe once or twice a year so we are in no way barfly type women... anyway we post on a local gay message board and new lesbians are invited to come to any of our activities. We have met some really great women who are both couples and singles who have turned out to be great friends. We do all kinds of things like picnics in the park, dinner, movies, bowling, going places like flea markets, little towns with shops etc... So yesterday afternoon we all went bowling and then went to dinner at TGIFs. It was fun. I don't bowl all that often so my score of 85 for the last game was pretty decent for me..

This morning lovey and I got up and went to breakfast and then got our grocery shopping done.. Got our turkey for the big feast day and a few other things along the way. I still have to get the rest of the stuff for our dinner next week. I can't believe that Thanksgiving is only two weeks away... I started planning our meal and writing down all the stuff I plan to bake and make during the holidays.
I love to cook and somehow inherited my grandmother's skill of cooking them good home cooked meals.. you know the kind with all the butta and fats in it so it is yummy and fattening for ya... My girl loves my cooking - especially my sweet treats or party type snack foods, partly because she does not like to cook and she does not have the touch for it... but she loves all my cooking and still manages to stay trim and great looking. The woman eats ice cream and sweets everyday and does not gain a pound! Me, I look at food and gain the pounds, but I am healthy and happy being me and that's what counts, right?

I have a pot of Northern soup beans on as we speak and I added in carrots and celery, some pork and a few spices and a cayenne pepper. Yummy! I am planning to fix some buttery cornbread with it in a little bit. Perfect meal for when it's overcast and chilly outside.

Thanks to all who answered the questions! I will post the last set of them after this post. I hope you enjoyed them. I just wanted to write a bit in between. I miss it!!

Tootles!
PolarB ;)

Okay boys and girlz, put your thinking caps on and strike a pose!!!
Here are the next set of questions...Ready? Set? Gooooooooooo!!

1. Do you believe in ghosts or evil spirits? Would you be willing to spend a night all alone in a remote house that is supposedly haunted?

2. You discover that your wonderful one year old child is, because of a mixup at the hospital, not yours. Would you want to exchange the child to try to correct the mistake?

3. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom you would want as your closest friend? What about lover?

4. Would you prefer the know the precise date of your death?

5. Would you be willing to murder an innocent person if it would end hunger in the world? What if there were no repercussions and nobody would ever know it was you?

A little tougher, huh?

PolarB ;)

I was browsing through some of my books in my library at home and came across one I had not looked at in a while... It's called "The Book of Questions" by Gregory Stock, PH.D.... I think it came out in 1985 or somewhere around there... anyway, it has alot of what if questions in it that are meant to provoke discussion- it asks questions about you, your values, morales and beliefs and how you think about life in general. I thought I would post a few and see what kind of responses we get.... Ready?

1. If you knew that within one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? If so, what?

2. Would you be willing to give up television for the next five years if it would induce someone to provide for 1000 starving children in Indonesia?

3. What if anything is too serious to be joked about?

4. Would you prefer to be blind or deaf?

5. If there were a public execution on television, would you watch it?

Thought provoking, huh? I will post more later but let's get some comments going here for a while....

PolarB ;)

I posted some of my photography on my gallery if you'd like to take a gander. It's one of the things I really enjoy in this life... If I didn't have to work for a living, I'd definately travel and spend all my time shooting photos... It's one of my true passions in life.

Enjoy... PolarB ;)

Kazza has inspired me to share some of my poetry from my healing years. It is deeply personal to me but as we sometimes do in blogworld here, we share pieces of our souls with one another. I wanted to post one of my poems from several years ago. I must say that there's alot of anger within the words, but I had alot to be angry about and for me at the time it was very theraputic writing it, and even more powerful reading it out loud to another person. So I will share with you...

"FATHER"

The memory of you sends chills down my spine.
As if the very thought of you were like a cockroach...
Crawling over the furniture, making your way
up into my bed while I sleep in a deep slumber.
Your antenna poised, searching out
what you want to find, what you want to invade.
Crawling all over my body and into crevices
that are hidden and tucked away,
yet you manage to make your way into them,
if not by easy access, then by force.
You crawl, leaving your mark all over me.
You make your way up onto my face,
over my closed eyes and into my ear.
Your whispers taunting me.
Venturing into my head and throughout my brain,
you implant memories and fears,
embedding your hideous actions
into the corners of my mind.
Until at least, you creep slowly from me
out the other side of my head, laughing...
Pleased at yourself for the number you've pulled on me.
With your denial and mocking sneer, you leave me.
You crawl back down the side of the bed
and scamper across the old wooden floor.
I awaken, slowly and somewhat uneasy,
as I reach over and flick on the bedside lamp.
I notice a large cockroach in the corner of the room
planning an escape route, no doubt.
I jump up from my slumber and grab my shoes.
Quickly and quietly, I put them on and edge towards you.
You try to run but there's nowhere to hide...
As my foot comes down upon your slimy pathetic little body,
I hear the crunching sound of your demise.
You have become a splotch on the bottom of my shoe
that I won't even bother to clean off.
You don't have the power anymore.

PolarB