I plan on shaving my pussy and legs until they're silky smooth, as if possible. I tend to leave stragglers here and there, no matter how much time and care I put into the job... this is just part of my preparations for the game, tonight.
I might take a couple photos of myself in my new shirt and nothing else as in the past, as well. Kind of need to prove my loyalty to the Seahawks, right?
On a weird side note: I miss Osprey. I grew up in and lived most of my life in the Willamette Valley, and got to see them a lot, at their famous inland site, on the shores of the Willamette river, and when I'd lived in the Corvallis,OR area.
I'd loved watching them dive down and swoop up fish from a large beaver pond in the Adair Village area, just north of Corvallis. I loved knowing that these Sea hawks could be found so close to my home. I realize now how much I took my own land for granted. I too had a little dammed up marsh/pond on the property I was renting to own. I had every other form of wildlife you could imagine that was indigenous to that area, living and hunting on it. From elk and deer, mice, gophers, snakes and cavies, to Great Blue Herons, bats, foxes, bobcats, coyotes, Meadow Larks and so much more... I wish I had sat by pond to watch them all come out and explore the land THEY owned. I wish I had seen my elk moving about and checked for Osprey down there as well as my herons. I wish I had stayed, to own it for the rest of my life. But I can't go back now.
So, every time I'm cheering my SeaHawks... I'm, for a moment anyway, in a place in my memories... watching them flying, swooping, diving and catching their steel heads and salmon from the river, and trout, crappies and steelheads from the pond, while I was happily fishing in my own human way on the shore.
I miss those graceful and gorgeous birds. I miss the west coast. I miss the waters I could find seemingly everywhere, and I miss the ocean that was mine...
I figured, after all the times it tried to take me off my feet and dragged me out to sea, the sea and I belonged together... that I must be a misplace mermaid or something... this was in the mind a child the age of 6. As a woman, I still call water my home. I need the sound the spray on my skin and the sight and smell of it. I need it more than so many things I thought I needed. A simple thing that for some reason I thought of when I think of the mascot of one of my favorite NFL teams. I think of the west coast.... the home to my heart and soul.
