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Today is Christmas Eve .........

I am going to a friends house later and help her make some fruit tartlets for tomorrow - Rocky and I are having dinner there with her and her male friend - it's his Birthday on 28th, she is the g/f that had to have her dog put to sleep last week.

Anyway today will be good for both of us, we can both cry together and try to get the grief out of our systems before tomorrow - hers because of her dog and me because this will be the 1st Christmas since my MUM passed away in March - and yes I did bawl yesterday when I was decorating the tree.

So I am gonna go and tidy up now while I am bawling, anger helps me when I am tidying up.

Elle

xxx

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Make it Snow !

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"


Happy Holidays Everyone ...... Yep Everyone even the not my friends on NN.

xox

Today was a mixed blessing kind of day .....
By 8 am I had had my shower, I had seen Rocky off to work prior to this.
At 8 am I got a phone call from one of my friends asking if I had my shoes on - I said yes I was just finishing getting dressed. I was told that she had to be at the vets by 8.30 am ( a fair little drive away)...
I went with her to see what was wrong with her dog .......It was not good news (as I had expected).......the dog apparently was riddled with Cancer - he had the Cancer spread to all his lymph nodes bless him. my friend made the decision to have her beloved dog and best friend of 11 years put to sleep ...... we were both bawling and hugged each other ......
This is him:
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So I have been away for a while - but I think I have a good reason if not a few lol.

Early last month (November) Rocky's dad fell and stayed on the floor for about an hour until he could raise help from his wife who was at the other end of the house, she came to help him up, she fell down he fell on top of her and incidentally broke her ankle as he fell on top of her. Ambulance came and took her to hospital, Rocky was at their house after the fact .... she was then after a week or so taken to a rehab centre - she became a tad ill and was taken back to the hospital for a while and then after a few days (maybe a week) she was taken back to the rehab centre - where she still is to this day - they did say she may be allowed back home tomorrow - we shall see.

In the meantime I went to the Doctors as I had some episodes of falling down - I did not face plant but I just fell down a few times and landed on my knees, seems the right side of my body went to sleep so I had no feeling in my leg etc. So as I am still undiagnosed with MS my doc decided (unoficially) that I have MS and I was having a flare-up, she prescribed some Steroids to see if they helped me........ after approx 2 days on these Steroids I felt a tad better - No more falling down and no more double vision etc. I was still unsteady on my legs but better at getting to where I was going. These pills were for 9 days, after the 9 days I was back to just me, 2 days after being off of these pills I was back to falling down and the double vision etc. A week later I was back at the docs and she prescribed me another 6 days worth of the Steroids and now I am on day 2 of them and I feel better again ..... doc cannot prescribe any more of these Steroids as they carry a health warning and can only be prescribed once at a flare-up as they can cause dramatic weight gain and or Diabetes...... So it seems I am between a rock and a hard place. I found something that works and then I can't have it long term....... I do not know how long this flare-up will be, apparently they can last a few weeks and sometimes they can last for a few months, but at least I know what it is (kind of). Being a newbie at MS I guess I am learning all the time and no one person has the same thing - it is different all the time - so I am guessing that doctors find it hard also. The Steroids apparently make the journey of blood and oxygen going up to the brain easier as the vessels get enlarged and so more gets to the brain - does this make me a tight wad? lol
So I kept away for a while as I had to rest and take it easy - I still do.
Oh - by the way - I have also been told that I cannot exercise unless their is someone with me. I cannot go for a walk anymore by myself. I have to use a cane whenever I walk anywhere to sturdy myself ( I really hate that), (I hate having to rely on anyone also).
Thanksgiving sucked also.

No walking by myself friggin well sucks BIGTIME.

And to top it all - I see that every picture of mine has been reported to a mod and also friends of mine have been reported - seems I/we have a hater - lol it does make me laugh, cos the person hides through anonimity. Guess this person don't like big birds lmao.

Anyway I just thought I would let you all know what is going on with me and me MS.

The Inner Monologue of an Insecure Man Having Sex


DAVID INGBER

SEX ADVICE

NOVEMBER 5, 2013


She’s on the bed, and she’s well on her way to being naked! I do believe it is Sex Time! And we’re off!

Sex. Sex. Sex. I am thinking about sex. Now I’m thinking about thinking about having sex. What is wrong with our brains that we can’t just enjoy things? We have to analyze them? Hah! Anal-yze. No, but that sounds painful for both parties.

Have we been doing this position too long? If I switch now, is she going to think that I wasn't enjoying that last position? Because I really was. It's sex — unless my penis is being bent in half, I am enjoying all of this.

I think she wants to switch positions. She sort of contorted her body for a second there; was she trying to get into a different position? Or was she just getting a better angle in our current position? Am I supposed to lead, like it’s ballroom dancing?

Don't finish yet. It's only been like 12 minutes. Or maybe one minute. God I have a terrible internal sex clock. It's probably closer to 20 minutes. Or 9 seconds. Dammit, I have no idea. If I switch positions right now, maybe I can get a look at the clock on the nightstand. I’ll just have to be quick, because if she catches me looking, she'll think I'm bored. I am most certainly not bored. Sex!

Don't finish too soon. But don't take too long either. Liz Lemon said she hated when men go too long. Her character was always so self-effacing, and her co-workers weirdly found her to be unappealing sexually, but she's sneaky attractive. I feel like she'd be more honest about her sex life than other female TV characters. I am so bummed that show went off the air. It's so much better than other shows that get bigger ratings. Whoa! Why am I thinking about NBC sitcom ratings when I am mid-sex!?!? You can look at boobs right now! Yes. There they are. Right there!

Oh, we're switching positions, cool. This felt like a mutual decision. Very sex positive. Oh, this new position is wonderful! And the clock now says 1:14 AM. Okay. What time did we start having sex? I have no clue. Knowing what time it is in a vacuum gives me literally no pertinent information.

You know what? I'm gonna say something dirty right now. I'm not even gonna think about it, I'm just gonna say the first dirty thing that comes to my mind.

(Outloud) "Ohhhh this feels so good!"

What the fuck was that? Was that even dirty? I think that is, verbatim, what I said last Chanukah when I tried on the terrycloth robe my family bought me.

Fuck. I should have said this feels "Great." Good? Who says sex feels “good”? A turkey sandwich is good. This is SEX. With a hot woman. It's amazing. I should have said "This feels amazing!" I'll say that now. Wait... if I do that, she'll think that in the last 15 seconds, it was only feeling good, and now it feels amazing. She'll think it was inferior by comparison. I'll just have to keep using the word "good" to describe my mid-coital feelings for the rest of my life so she'll think it's my ceiling for absolute enjoyment.

You know what? It was fine. It's safe. You can't kill the mood for saying "This feels so good." You can definitely kill the mood by saying something really dirty to someone who is not expecting it. She hasn't said anything dirty yet; should I wait until she says something? Or is she just thinking the same thing? Oh wait, remember 12 seconds ago when I said I was gonna over-think this? Yeah, that didn't work out so well.

How long ago did I say that first thing? Is it time to say something else? She hasn’t said anything. Oh God, she thinks I’m a joke. She’s gonna tell her friends everything I do wrong. Better to just go about my sexual business. Don’t give her any anecdotal material to latch onto.

Latch onto? Don’t end sentences with prepositions, you idiot! Even in your inner-monologue: no sentence fragments! Stop thinking about this!

Focus on how amazing this feels. God, it really does feel amazing. This is so much better than sleeping — why was I even considering going to sleep without doing this? Oh my God I love this!

Wait. Do I believe in God? I'm a reasonably religious person I think. The word God pops into my mind so much during sex. That's gotta mean something, right? What are we doing here on Earth? Will we ever find true happiness? Is Don Draper the one true archetype of human existence? I watch too much television.

I haven't made out with her in a while. I'm gonna kiss her right now. I love making out. Why do we close our eyes while making out? I'm gonna open my eyes – take that, society. Ahhh! My eyes are like 3 millimeters from her eyes, which are also open. Is she freaked out? Were her eyes open this whole time too? Or did she sense that I was opening my eyes? Either way, our eyeballs are basically touching. She’s gonna tell this to her friends.

Okay, I don't know how long it's been, but it's been way over five minutes now. Probably closer to 40. Split the difference. A solid 10. Oh look, the clock says 1:18AM. Good. There's a certain magical threshold I've now crossed where, no matter what happens, I have at least acquitted myself as a man.

That was some great sex.

Ahh. Now I get to spend 10 to 30 minutes not wanting to have sex.