Last entry spills over...
After Buffalo's last comment in the last entry, I started to answer... But it was turning into several paragraphs, so I decided to make it a new entry...
I agree with you completely, Buffalo. Trust is more important that even love. Anyone that I can't trust, I can't love. If they betray my trust, they can't love me either.
So many people don't get it when I talk about living inside the box, I'm glad you understand.
I don't want to be boxed in by what others think is acceptable behavior, or what others think is success... Or by other's thoughts about my life.
I'm not a keeping up with the Jones', flock to the popular career, buy all the right stuff kinda girl. I want a man who can take care of business while I take care of the home, the kids, and spend time on my art, gardening and writing...
I want to live every summer in the garden, long skirts and bare feet, canning and freezing for the winter... Hanging the wash on the line as the sun comes up... I am not a minivan driving soccer mom kinda girl...
I want to spend my winters writing, and painting, and quilting... Taking care of my family.
I want a man with a Harley that we can take road trips on... Camping under the stars... Not fancy holidays in Vegas, or Florida... I'm just dreaming, though, aren't I...*sigh*
I agree with you completely, Buffalo. Trust is more important that even love. Anyone that I can't trust, I can't love. If they betray my trust, they can't love me either.
So many people don't get it when I talk about living inside the box, I'm glad you understand.
I don't want to be boxed in by what others think is acceptable behavior, or what others think is success... Or by other's thoughts about my life.
I'm not a keeping up with the Jones', flock to the popular career, buy all the right stuff kinda girl. I want a man who can take care of business while I take care of the home, the kids, and spend time on my art, gardening and writing...
I want to live every summer in the garden, long skirts and bare feet, canning and freezing for the winter... Hanging the wash on the line as the sun comes up... I am not a minivan driving soccer mom kinda girl...
I want to spend my winters writing, and painting, and quilting... Taking care of my family.
I want a man with a Harley that we can take road trips on... Camping under the stars... Not fancy holidays in Vegas, or Florida... I'm just dreaming, though, aren't I...*sigh*
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Honey if you are going to dream, then dream big it doesn't cost anymore.
Without dreams we have nothing to look forward to.
You know, I had that life for a year (minus the harley) with Rick, when we lived for a year in a rented farm house... It was fabulous... Maybe he IS the one...
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