Kids had a good laugh with this picture I found – they found it to be very true.
That I was ready, for when my son started to Skype his friend.
He said “Hello?”
And I said, “Can you hear me?”
He could not talk for laughing. 😛
It has also reminded me that whenever I switch my hearing aids on, I always say “Hello?”…
Someone out there, one day, is going to answer, “Is it me you’re looking for?!” 😛
My kids were bought a small pot each of “Whoopee Putty” by their Nana – a very simple thing which has given them the giggles. Thanks muchly Mother!
If only my children knew I once had a whoopee cushion… And that I played a trick on my father in law. Yes… You read that right, father in law.
Extremely brave, I know.
Their living room was full of siblings, aunts, cousins but not the father. So… We waited until the perfect moment, for his father to return and just before he sat down, the whoopee cushion was then discreetly positioned.
He shot back up again in shock!
And oh my days…
The rest of us were howling with laughter and crying from the pains of laughing….
Many people tend to be taken back by a person’s beauty but they never seem to stop to remember that one’s beauty may only be skin deep. They simply momentarily pause, to admire. To lust.
Whether they entertain their lust, is their conscious choice only of which, defines who they are.
Those, whom may have experienced life in such unimaginable depths, would naturally turn away from any displays of affection. Surrounded by an invisible fortress, they feel much safer in guarding their hearts.
There is sadness behind our eyes, old souls in our young bodies and shattered hearts, which have been delicately put back together. However, because of our life experiences, we would not wish to see others hurt in the same manner so much so we tend to extend our tired hands just to help them back up again.
I wish people would take the time to see past behind my smile, my eyes and my body to see and know the real me. To believe in me.
Someone, who once told me, had allowed themselves to dream. Except…
I am not a fantasy but a reality; I am not an object but a being.