My first kiss was in elementary school. We were playing boys chase girls at recess. When caught, the boy would kiss his catch. Sean chased me down the grassy hill. The girls around me laughed and screamed. He grabbed me by the back of my shirt. I pulled my long hair over my face as my foot slipped and I landed on the ground. His face touched the hair covering my forehead. Continue reading
When I was young and Dad would come home from his hard struggles of the day, Mom would always greet him with a special kiss and a warm hug. Dad would often express his insecurities like “If I have another day like this, I’ll have to sell pencils and shoelaces on a street corner”. Mom would proceed to reassure him. I watched this first kiss welcome night after night and I fantasized about the wonderful day when that first kiss would be mine with my special someone. Continue reading
1st day of 1st & 6th grades
My very first kiss would have to be in 1st grade. During recess, we would play tag with the girls catching the boys. Once you caught the boy, you would have to kiss them. Well – I decided to catch Eddy Wong 26 times in one recess because he was the slowest one in class. Continue reading
Who remembers their first kiss? The one that I remember was rather odd. It took place when I believe I was approximately seven or eight. A bunch of my neighborhood friends were all hanging out in my front yard. We were looking for something fun to do when someone suggested that we play a kissing game. Well, it took a dare for one of the boys to kiss me. I shall keep the name of this boy anonymous as he is still alive and might not appreciate having his identity exposed. I didn’t find this exactly exciting although I do remember it, so that must mean something.
But, there is a kiss that I will definitely remember. This was memorable in its own way. I was at a boy-girl party with a bunch of friends. Actually, it was supposed to be an all-girl party as it was known to all the parents, but you get the picture, the guys were allowed and joined us coming through a basement window. O.K., then we were partying, having a great time. My boyfriend was there, who I would consider to be my first love. It was suggested by my girlfriend who hosted the party that she and her boyfriend and my boyfriend and I see who could kiss the longest. So, with the rest of the gang watching in anticipation, soft music playing in the background, the four of us proceeded on the couch kissing. We were doing quite well I would say, until, you got it, my girlfriend’s parents walked in. Wow, that ended the competition quite rapidly. Talk about red faces. Not to mention that boys weren’t even supposed to be at this party. Another interesting teenage memory.
Now, when you think about kissing it is really kind of a strange thing if you really think about it. Kind of like your eyebrows. If you look at them long enough you might agree that they are kind of a strange thing to have. Well, kissing can seem to be this way also.
Sort of got off the track there, so, just exactly makes for a good kiss? Some like soft, some like frisky, some like mushy, with beards, without beards, Actually a soft meaningful rather dry kiss is to my liking. Most of all I like it to be meaningful by someone that really likes you, not just some random act of affection. You get the picture!!!
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Women over fifty (and of course, men also), are all so excited with the prospect of being grandparents. I go along with this as it gives us a second chance, or tries to make up for some of the mistakes that we made with our children. Most of us were probably young and did the best we thought we could, but as our children will most often advise us we often screwed up at some point.
When I was growing up, I always thought relationships had to be 50/50. Give and take needed to be equal or the relationship would not succeed.
In reality, what I discovered was that relationships almost always consist of an unequal number of contributions. If one person is having a great day, they might contribute 80%. If the other person was having a bad day or a troublesome day, their contribution might only be 20% or less. The goal was to have the total equal to 100%. Unfortunately, that didn’t always happen.
Here are six tips for having a good relationship with your mother-in-law. Continue reading
I have always prided myself on being a good friend, but unfortunately, I had a very bad experience at trying to be just that. Continue reading
I am well well-suited to write this post for I fulfill the top three qualifications to be the worst friend…
I’ve always loved being with friends, laughing and hanging with great women, drinking and sharing memories with others who appreciate a self-deprecating story.
My BFFs
Are you the type of person that has lots of friends around you or just one or two good ones? Throughout my life, I’ve had a few different people that I considered my good friends.
When I was a little girl, I always felt like I didn’t have any friends. I was raised in a neighborhood of all boys. Play revolved around playing cowboys and Indians and other games that involved me being the only girl. I must say since I was the only one with cowboy boots and a holster set, I often played a lead role. I would pretend to be Roy Rogers or The Lone Ranger. Most of the boys were younger and smaller than I was so they didn’t argue with me. They followed my lead.
What is a compliment?
This can come in many ways. It could be when you were asked to prom, homecoming, or more exciting a marriage proposal.
I think my best compliment was my wedding proposal. Even though, in my case, it was when we were very young, but, guess what it is still working. Sometimes I don’t know how, but it is still in the work. I often kid that I need a medal, but, in fact, we both probably do. We have figured how to make this union work.
