Watching Joey Bag Of Donuts!

I am sitting here outside in Tempe AZ drinking a cold Bud Light and watching what may be another blowout in the 2nd game of the World Series. About every five minutes I have to get up and run to the corner of the yard to check on Joey Bag Of Donuts... or JBD as we like to call her.

JBD is the cat that I have grown to nearly call my own (don't tell JB!!) I have never had a cat until now and I must say that it has been great! I have come to enjoy her company (outside of her constant crying to go outside). She loves to cuddle and I have gotten used to her rough play (ok... mind out of the gutter)! She does leave some pretty nasty scratches though!!

Uh oh... a problem!!! The sprinklers just turned on! What is JBD going to do? SHE HATES WATER (unless she is drinking it out of JB's toilet... a whole different story)!!

She calmly watches the sprinklers do their job while she sits by the pool without a care in the world... I am starting to become jealous of JBD's lifestyle and carefree attitude. Well... it is time to chase the cat and who knows... maybe walk the dog.

Thank you JB for bringing JBD into my life... oh and THANK YOU for being in my life! XOXO

L.O.V.E…

Love…. What really is it? Sir Webster, (dictionary that is), says that love is “to hold dear”… Or “an attraction based on sexual desire”… Or “a warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion”… Or “a strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties”… Or “to fondle amorously to copulate with” (what the… ) … and so on and so on.

So many definitions of L.O.V.E that it is so confusing to me. It is hard for me to really say those words. Unless of course I am talking about hockey… Yes, I love hockey. Or, what about pizza…mmmm I love pizza. I also love my Vikings chair… wait.. didn’t I just give that away?? Anyway… I am one to keep my emotions in check. I grew up in a family where our love was understood. We didn’t have to say it, because we knew it. We saved those three little words for the most special of moments. When mom was sick… it was “I love you mom”… and you would tremble with emotion. When dad was going through tough times… Dad… I love you… the tears would flow. My siblings…it is not very often, but when those words are spoken a deep emotion falls upon us.

I guess this may be strange to a lot of people, but I just too often hear “I love you” after every single sentence and it seems to lose its meaning to me. I don’t know… maybe I am silly… maybe I should say it more often… maybe those words can never lose their true meaning, regardless of how overused it may be. Maybe I am scared because I thought I was in love once… maybe twice… who knows? Maybe I am scared because I am currently feeling these emotions… these feelings described by Sir Webster… who knows?

I do have these questions… Is love when your heart aches to be with someone so far away? Is love when I look into that special person’s eyes and melt inside? Is love that burning desire to spend hours under the covers with you know who? If these are truths… then yes… I am in love and… I do love and… I want love!

Remember this….

My life’s little instruction book tells me… “when you say, I Love You, Mean it!”

What do I do?

Ok... this will be really short. I am new to this blogger bloggy thing so I am not real sure what to do. I will just write randomly here and there and see where this thing goes.

I was introduced to this thing by a friend that has become very special to me. So hopefully I won't make a fool of myself while writing. As long as I know when to use "yet" and "still" I think I should be in good shape.

Well... welcome to Danger's Thinking!! I hope you enjoy...