If I Only Had One Day Left to Live...

I’d tell it as it really is!!!




Now it might be just me, it may even be my age; but don’t you just hate it when things try you and indeed your patient?



If it isn’t one thing is seems to be another...



Maybe it is the fact I get stressed easier now, or maybe I am just feeling pre menstrual; but everything seems to be out to get me at the moment.



Take the bus I usually get for example... I live in New Duston, as some will know the bus services to this area in the beginning were rubbish but then we got the number 27 service; run by Northampton Transport/First Northampton.




For the most part this service did what it said on the tin, apart from the odd missed journey; they were regular and took about twenty minutes. It serviced the village of Old Duston, went to Sainsbury’s on Weedon Road and then headed into town. It worked for us lot in New Duston, Old Duston and even those in between!




First Northampton then took this service away and replaced it with the number 22, which missed out Old Duston and went through St. Crispins and Upton; before heading to St. James and on to the Town Centre. This journey took around thirty minutes, and angered many residents in both New and Old Duston alike.



Now it wasn’t the time it took, (although that was a pain) it was the fact the village would be missed out; it was all well and good for those in Upton and St. Crispins but not those who needed to get to the village.




As is the way, after most of us had got used to this new service that took longer but just about had the same amount of buses servicing the area; Northampton First decided to change it all again! (Just like flipping supermarkets who go and change their stores around and move everything... trust me I am not going to buy anything I don’t want ~ I shall just get peed off and walk out!!!)




After local pressure, or more likely lack of finances; we seem to have gotten both a 27 and 22 service! Even though neither is run by Northampton First, both take longer; and we now have less buses serving the area of New Duston!! Someone please explain how THAT works!!!




Only in Northampton; could you get a driver who needs to ask the passengers where to go! Only in Northampton could the council or bus companies say they are “thinking of the older folks” only to miss out the retirement village in St. Crispins! Tell me the logic of wanting to provide a service for those in Old Duston to go to Sainsbury’s, only to cause those in St. Crispins retirement village to have the self same problems! It just does not make any sense whatsoever!



To say that the service before I went away (start of Sept) was getting a little slack would be an understatement! With buses being missed out or “delayed;” if you had any type of meeting or appointment to keep, you would be just as well to head out at least two hours before hand.



I was aware of the change before I went away; I knew that by the time I got home it would have changed. But I did think that some type of normality would have been achieved by the time I got back, after all Stagecoach were taking it over; they had been going for years ~ if anyone could they could surely?




Well, you tell me... for a single to town with Northampton First I would pay £1.80 and would get a journey that would last around thirty minutes, while having three buses run that route an hour. (If you were lucky and they had not been cancelled or delayed)



I now have to pay £1.95 for a single to town, and for that I get two buses an hour; out of two services that are meant to travel my route ~ I have only ever seen one... which is also often late or does not turn up!!!



So here I sit on a bus that has cost me 15 pence more for the pleasure of taking up even more of my time travelling or waiting to get to town, as you can imagine I am slightly annoyed ~ I mean am I wrong to be annoyed by this? Someone seems to be taking the you know what if you ask me!




It makes things difficult to say the least, not only do you have to leave like two hours before appointments and meetings “just to be on the safe side;” but many of us just have to “accept” it because this is our only means of transport.




I cannot drive or afford to learn, many places I could not walk to (in enough time) especially given some of the stuff I have to lug around with me; for duties and the such like. Alternatively, as is sometimes the case; I need to be at certain places in the evenings for a certain time ~ St. John meetings and duties are the obvious. Regardless of if I like it or not, I need the bus and this is how the council/bus companies whomever; get you... and we, the Joe Public have to pay for it all.



If I have a duty in the afternoon, say at 2pm; I now have to leave my house at midday to make sure the bus turns up and gets me there on time... if I am unlucky I am left rushing around like a blue ass fly trying to eat and get there on time, if I am lucky; I am left hanging around in uniform ~ in town ~ which my Boss hates!




And don’t even get me started on what would happen if I actually managed to get a job!! All this recent Tory rubbish about it “always being worthwhile working,” all just seems like another “annoy Nicky off” line if you ask me!!! Have they taken my ruddy bus lately? Do you MP’s and Councillors actually live in the real world? Come on, get real; you all have cars and drivers to look after you. You have two damn jobs (at least) for Christ’s sake, how in the blue hell would you know what my buses are like?




Even with those weekly/monthly bus saving tickets, I am still going to be paying out more than I can afford.



Now don’t get me wrong, I am all for working and getting people back into work. (Those who are able of course) But our politicians need to think this through more carefully, I just cannot see it working as they wish it too.




Myself? I got bad grades; I left school way before I should have done and therefore have no trade, skills, career or proper education. I had to “make do” with retail work, which was then (and I am sure still is) mainly part time/weekend work. Great for students and older folks or married mothers with children at school, and I can assure you I am none of the above!



So I would look for other lines of work, and the sad truth is that you need either experience or good grades to do many other jobs; neither of which I have. There seems to be agency work or unskilled work, but only if you are Eastern European... and please don’t think I am “Euro Bashing” there, I can assure you I am not. But it is just how I have seen things, how I have been treated and dealt with.




Even when I have asked, almost begged for retraining and help with funding for it; I am sent from pillar to post. This person sends me to that person, who then sends me to these other people who cannot help me; no one actually seems willing to stand up and say yes or no!!!




Yes it is great to know I can get help to start my own business up, but without training in said business; do you really think I am going to start it up in the first place? And please, next time I go and ask for help in the place I am sent to; don’t tell me I cannot get the help I need if I do not have an addiction! That will just pee me off even more ~ Working Links take note!!!




Is it really that hard for someone, anyone in the job centre or the council or the government; to say yes I can get the funding I need to retrain or no I cannot? Come on David, Nick and Ed; tell me... will I get the funding I need to do that plumbing course? If so, let me apply for it and not worry that I will have debts (on top of the debts I already have) BEFORE I start to get back on my feet and back working!!!

Valentine ~ Carol Ann Duffy

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.

It promises light

Like the careful undressing of love.

Here.

It will blind you with tears

Like a lover.

It will make your reflection

A wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute care or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.

Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,

Possessive and faithful

As we are,

For as long as we are.

Take it.

Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,

If you like.

Lethal.

Its scent will cling to your

Fingers,

Cling to your knife.

I Want...

I want a man that sparkles!

Not the vampire kind,

But the kind who sparkle when you see them.

What we old-fashioned ladies call

Having a “glint” or “twinkle” in their eye.

The kind that makes you go weak at the knees.

Or the kind that send you all “girly.”

The type of guy that gives you butterflies,

Deep down inside.

The kind that give you goose pimples when they smile at you.

The one that makes YOU sparkle!

Now that is the kinda man I want...

© Nicky D Sarti 2010

Blindfolds at the Ready...

Hard to say what I feel as I slip the blindfold on and await instruction, my mind is always racing; filled with everything from Mr. Sparkles to my complicated life. “Write what comes to mind...” is the first instruction, we are also given the choice to either just go for what came into our heads or using an object Jade gave us... I of course chose the object.

I can tell you though I felt silly sitting in a room full of people with a blindfold on, even though everyone (but the tutor) had one on too! The blindfold usually being reserved for “those” meetings!! However, the less said about them the better!!!

It smells musty and old, like it has been around forever. It feels cold and wooden, sturdy but also at the same time brittle. It feels about twelve inches long, by touch alone I could tell what it was; a fan of course.

However, without my eyes; I cannot see the colour of the actual fan or indeed the picture adorned upon its wafer thin paper. I can only imagine what it shows, is it like my own with the Spanish theme; or is it something oriental?

I imagine it has something pretty on the front, a scene or animals; all highly coloured and detailed. In my eyes the fan is an item you use for the memories it brings you, not to actually keep cool. Maybe that is the idea with many of the things (or “junk” as my folks like to call it) I keep; they are reminders of my past; what was and what could have been?

Fill Your Paper With The Breathings Of Your Heart...

A hat box with red roses on, is beige and pink in colour; somehow it just seems to match and go together ~ bit like me really I guess...


The box itself makes me think of my Mum and how much she'd love the chance to use this; and of course the beautiful hat which surely was inside at some point, now of course it is just a box...


But that isn't strictly true, is has become something more than just a "empty box." It has been filled with all manner of things; each has its own story to it, each a reminder of a past I shall never forget.


There is a thimble that leads me to my Aunt in New Zealand, Sandra. She loves collecting them, and has loads. Her son is getting married next year; (2011) gosh how we would all like to be there to see that. I am sure my folks will manage to go, as to me? Well, who knows!


There are, of course the obvious pictures of faces from my past (and my present) and the newspaper clippings I just cannot part with, things that remind me of happier times; and some sad ones too... still now, it hurts to see the clippings about his funeral; losing Mr. Northampton has scared me deeply.


There are train tickets from those lovely days spent in London with that guy who shall remain nameless; which is a rather long name by the way! Now all I need to go with said train tickets are those tickets for them shows he kept promising me we'd go see!


There's a little stick on furry penguin, a reminder of those Raflatac stickers my folks used to use at their previous company; a penguin was the logo... made a great talking point. Especially when I was able to use them on that little enterprise I had going on, what was it called now? Oh yeah; SMART Merchandise... Gosh how daft? But the idea was good, paper/stationary packs and smelly packs... 


A gift box; well, basket of toiletries ~ all wrapped and presented with a Raflatac sticker on the top. And the paper packs were cool, even if I do say so myself... but they were nothing compared to the paperweights! Now they WERE class!! I must get round to doing some more of them!!!


The fan that reminds me of my travels to Spain, certainly a much more carefree time. The black sand a reminder of the time in one of the Islands, the pebble from a beach somewhere in Portugal; the small tile from my time in Italy... gosh, so many memories, I just could not fit them all in!


There is that Danish flag, to remind me of what I lost and my time in wonderful Denmark, an old badge in silver from St. John Ambulance; when we still had the zoo on there!! Dang, I even had that silly mic cover from the council chamber in here; best not tell Paul about that one!


Of course my little Knight makes it into my box, how could he not? Maybe it is purely the St. John thing, or maybe it is that I wish I had a Knight in shining armour; but he has to be there! 


And the last thing to go in there will be a bit of string with a noose on the end of it... Of course I know what it means, and what it could tell anyone that looks at the contents on my "Keep Sake Box." But I need to keep it in here, I need to have that reminder; so I will never forget nearly losing everything... 


After all; until we know where we've been how can we know where we are going?

Pride of Northampton.... (There's a First)

I was all geared up to write a couple of blog about my town and its councillors after seeing the latest play at the Royal called “Town,” I was ready to moan and ask what in the blue hell is happening to my town… I still might, but right now I want to lay some praise on someone.

The first time I went on duty to this “Town” play was Thursday 26th June, which coincided with the date our “pride of lions” were unveiled around town. I knew they were coming, but much like the recent performances by England’s overpaid prima~donnas; I was not prepared for them!

Heading up past Castle Station (notice I won’t use “Northampton Station” ~ it’s always been Castle Station, never mind what the sign says! As with Jimmy’s End ~ St. James and of course MK “City” ~ but the less said about that the better!) and over St. Peter’s roundabout I noticed three lions kindly guarding (or watching, you choose) over John Dickie’s home…

Having said that I was not prepared to see lions (real or otherwise) in Northampton was not an understatement, after the initial swear word and “there’s three lions!” I could not stop smiling to myself; fancy that ~ I was actually smiling for once!

Wandering around town now seems more fun, I actually find myself looking up more. Even nights out seem much more fun, and yes I have the pictures to prove that ~ and no, I did not break the one outside the Guildhall… and I was gentle getting on that one in the picture!

Conversations with friends are filled with “have you seen the lions?” and “where’s that one?” People seem to be stuck with something between curiosity and amazement that something good could come from this town, which is a worry! Having seen and heard all the views (including my own!) over what is wrong with this town, it seems to shock people that something good can happen.

People know my views on the things our Lib Dem (is it now a coalition too?) run NBC have and have not done, the site at Edmunds Hospital, Marina and Market Square say it all. But; and here is the thing, they are all done with the view that “hopefully” people will want to come to the town and maybe invest/stay.

I know that many people will say “but that is not enough!” and to be fair I do slightly agree. However, look at the lions for an example. People do like them, they look cool and get people talking… is that not the point? People love to see the Elephants in London, we spot them (or try) every time we go down to City; the lions seem to be having the same effect here.

Which is a very good thing in my view, and should surely be encouraged? How about this for an idea: more arty type stuff, more plays from local people about local things? Let us get a little crazy here, how about this too: get more things going like those wonderful Heritage Weeks? This town has so much going for it, to let that die would surely be a crime?

There are people willing to show those of us willing to learn around, I know this from first hand experience. Case and point, most people reading this blog will know Councillor Trini Crake; some will know her husband John is something of a town historian. All reading this blog will know that I am a member of my local St. John division too, and have been for a while.

Digressing for a moment, our meeting nights at St. John often consist of training, training and more training! Occasionally we have a few guest speaker nights thrown in among the training and the courses we have to do, and a few nights a year we have social evenings. Rarely do we leave the safe confines of our building, if we do it is either to attend our HQ for more training or exams; but it has not always been like this!

We have gone out to the pub! (Yes I know, admittedly we had to walk there; but it was fun!) If I am right in thinking, we have gone out to the hospital for a sort of “outside” guest speaker. The point I am trying to make is, visiting places is good fun, and it gets us out and about… which as many people will tell you, is a good thing!

Anyways, back to the plot… after bumping into John Crake going past the Guildhall, we stopped to have a little chat; during which he told me about the mark on a block outside the Guildhall which meant Northampton was so many feet (sorry I can’t remember how many now) above sea level. I never had a clue the mark was there let alone what it meant, which made me think; “what else don’t I know about my town?”

Having been around the Guildhall once (and totally enjoying it) I thought I would ask if John would show my division around too, after all many of them aren’t from Northampton (and even those that were) so they might not know about its history… of course John kindly agreed, but when I rose the subject at the meeting that night; to say it was met with the “damp squid” effect would be an understatement.

(See, there’s my rant. A slight tangent, but the usual rant I am sure you would all miss if I left it out…)

Anyways; to end, how about this for an idea: Fred and Doris, (work with me on this!) have lived here all their lives, but there is still so much they have never seen; yet they have seen it all. Both have watched a million and one different councils try their best to “make this town better,” but all that happens is the town quiets seems to die a cold death. However, this week they have been seeing more and more Meerkats (just for Alderman Dickie there) painted weird and wonderful colours; popping up around the town.

It looks so good and has everyone talking about it, so much so that Fred and Doris’s children have heard about it all; and their grandchildren! Moreover, that is not all they have heard about either! Imagine this; there are local plays at the local theatres. There are local bands playing in the local pubs and clubs, there is local art in the local art museums and a whole host of other things too boot.

However, the best thing about it all is the beautiful buildings and scenery with the amazing history. And guess what? It is something all the family can go and see, they can all experience the history (first hand maybe?) and the stunning scenery! Not only is it on Fred and Doris’s doorstep, but much of it is free! Gosh, how about that; a week where all members of a family can get something out of... who’da thunk it hey?  

Is this all a dream? I dunno, maybe; but I certainly hope not.

101 Frightening Ice Cream Flavors From Around The World...

I have to be totally honest here, since being diagnosed with type 2 diabetes I have been thinking more and more about what I eat; or rather what I used to eat. Like I have said, I have one heck of a sweet tooth and just LOVE my food; as anyone who knows me will tell you.

So having to watch what I eat and check everything twice, I have found many things I like are on the “bad” list. Normally that would not be too much of a problem, I would just have anything and everything else that I could etc and where on the “good” list.

However, me being as I am; it just is not that easy. To say I am a fussy eater is not an understatement, though I am much better than I used to be! I have made myself try new things, I have challenged myself to finding the best out of what I like; and so far it has been okay.

Of course I have had my bad days, you know the ones where nothing goes right for you, everything is against you and all you want is to pig out on crap. However, I have; without trying lost half a stone since Feb which is (as anyone on a diet will tell you) a great thing to focus on.

Now there is a reason for the title and this post, one of the things I totally adore is desert (you would never tell though would you?) and especially ice cream... hence the posts title! I am your basic kinda girl; I like the simple things in life, plain and nothing too fancy! I like vanilla; coffee and that’s about it... I cannot eat chocolate anyways, (because of bad migraines) so have lived without it for so long and shall continue to do so.

Now, in my “try new stuff” regime I think I would try most things at least once; not so sure about some of these flavours though! See what you guys think and tell me if you would try any of them, or how about making up a new flavour of your own?

Who is up for some Garlic-flavoured Dracula Ice Cream?

What about some stout flavoured ice cream? I am sure Councillor Clarke could neck a few of them!

What about Red Wine ice cream? I am sure I know more than a few people who would like that flavour!

Maybe Chunky Bacon flavour grabs you, or its counterpart; BBQ flavour?

Whichever flavour you pick, I am sure nothing will compare to number 70 on the list; Natural Viagra ice cream! Firstly, as the person says; I never realised Viagra had a flavour! Is that where you swallow the tablet too slow and end up getting a stiff neck? However, it also brings forward some interesting questions; not least would it carry the same health warnings...

Would women be able to have it too?

Would you have to wait twenty minutes before eating?

Will it be soft scoop or a hard block?

Instead of “brain freeze” if you eat it to quick will you get a stiff head? (Take your pick which one!)

If the effects of the ice cream last longer than four hours does the person have to seek medical attention?

Makes you wonder what they will think of next doesn’t it? Anyways, I am off for a nice bowl of Potato flavoured ice cream!

Mortal Kid or Kombat Kid on a Come Back?

Having been "kidding" myself for far too long that I am invincible; I find that I am indeed, mortal.

When I was a kid I was active and sometimes over active, what was then called "hyperactive;" which is now seemingly called everything from a disease to "kids needing tablets and extra help."

I could never run at school, and was often bullied for it and my natural big size; but I tried my best.

Then I was told I was too hyperactive and that I should "calm down" a wee bit... Trouble is, now I have "calmed down" I simply cannot get up and about anymore; as they say ~ my get up and go has got up and gone!

I just did not have the energy to do anything but sit at home, veg out and eat/drink myself silly....

This is where my problems all began, when you take into account the fact I like to eat, and have a sweet tooth. Then couple that with the fact I was turned into this under active child, and add in the family history too; it all makes for an easy target for bad health.

So after nearly 30 odd years of ignoring the normal dull aches & pains of a 70 year old, I finally faced the situation and went to try get healthy. It was more to do with wanting to spend as long as I could with this nice chappie I like, but either way; I thought I would do something about this mess I had got myself into.

Knowing that my Dad has not only had Diabetes for a good few years now, but has also had a triple heart by-pass; I knew that I needed to be careful. Obviously though I have not been that careful, when many forms of physical exertion causes me to have trouble breathing among other things.

But it was the blood test for Diabetes that was the catalyst in my lifestyle change, which I felt I should take along with everything else. I guess I knew it was coming, after all I knew my luck was running out. After the test I was diagnosed on 6th May 2010, a couple of weeks later I was told that it was Type 2 and that I needed to make huge lifestyle changes.

Of course I knew it was coming, but it was still a shock. I did feel depressed about it, not so much that I felt it was a life sentence more the case that I was scared stiff of having to inject myself with insulin. Which makes me sound much like the big wuss that I am of course, but either way; it still scared the poop outta me!

So here I am, nearly two months in and I am doing my best. Finding healthy stuff to eat is a bit of a battle; especially when I have like 32 plus years of bad habits to change. The exercise is not the easiest thing to deal with either if I am honest, not only to find something I like and can do (without killing myself ~ just ask said nice chappie who I actually ran after!) but also something that is cost effect.

As with life, money plays a big part in what we can and cannot do. With an endless pocket full of cash I a sure I could have helped this “lifestyle” change along quicker, with the right amount of money (and the number of a good cosmetic surgeon) I more than likely could give myself the helping hand I need to get back to some normality.

And after all that is all I want, help getting there. After I have a good start, I can at the very least continue to look after what little I have left. But heigh ho; it will just have to be “off to work” for me, all I can do is try my best. With the love and help of my family and friends, I know that it will seem that little bit easier; and for that alone I am eternally grateful to them all.

It Is Time To Change The Game...

This was written by a friend of mine, I think he has some valid points; even though it nearly got him killed in certain Countries! Good writing and good points? You be the judge of that!

Enjoy the read, whatever the case!! And thanks Mark; wherever you may be!!!

All of our reality is created from the power of our acceptance and the balance of its change is held in our expectation.

Avoidance of the truth is the cause of all unhappiness.

Emotional energy drives creative activity and combined with intention is the boss ~ all of the following environment will reflect that emotion and all associations will reflect the emotion of its leader throughout the frame.

Boundaries in society are not so much to do with individuality as to protect us from the truth. Evolution is the adjustment of our boundary and in love for one another we will end the division.

If you leave pieces of sugar out, the environment will balance with ants. We can adjust the number of ants in our kitchens by various means.

Once the acceptance of our life is rooted then the reality will follow in our environment, we can change our acceptances. All it takes following the realisation is a constant aver to the new acceptance until it takes in our being like a graft and becomes real. We are able to become what we want, just want!

If we seek hostilities because of our acceptance then we will find, from the environment, others in similar mediation of heart and joint exception to be partners in the game.

It is our responsibility to transcend the past and our ancestry (social and genetic influences) in the development of our emotional being. We are all responsible for the creation of our own environment.

We can adjust the boundary of our environment to alter our feeling or accept the state of being and the environment follows as sharp with you as you with it... Keep balance.

The reason you are bullied is your acceptance. Add courage there are only 24 hours a day so you might as well, as well as not. Love one another for in doing so we love ourselves, the more love we declare into the world the more we will find the return of that love; for love is balance and it is in giving that we receive.

We are all one ~ all part of the same God energy, accept this powerful understanding. Find God in your being and at hand rather than seeing him over there or not over there. If you accept that God is in your heart then God is in your heart and you will find understanding in the supernatural and clairvoyant and magic and healing.

If the world were full of peaceful people we would live in a peaceful world.

To say, "I have no money" not only reinforces the reality in the subconscious acceptance but also makes a creative statement to the world. Never make negative statements; just say what is wanted. Ask and it is yours to receive, don't lose the opportunity when it arrives.

Take into your acceptance all the things you want, use your expectation to control the direction; look to the source for all your ingredients in all aspects of your being. Fear is a powerful ingredient in the emotion.

By adjusting the boundaries of our environment we can balance the environment we want. Work with the environment and it will work with you. If something is recurrent and you say why does this always happen, then it is true that it will always be in your environment; even if you ran away it would manifest again and again until you find courage in facing the truth.

Lying compromises one's position, distorts reality and leaves one lost. Keep the deep peace of God's love in your heart with gratitude and honesty. When we know something is not wanted in our environment it is important to remove the thing and make no mean no! We are all creatures of habit and avoid the pain of change, taking refuge in lies and tradition.

As we realise and accept that we are all one we will find a greater ability to love one another and be kind, help one another and heal the space. Smile to one another radiate goodness and the people around you will feel it. If you walk through a crowd with love in your heart the people around you will feel it and it will change the environment. The same is true in reverse and you will be as sensitive to the thoughts of others as your subconscious requires in its production of life events.

Ingredients:

1. Grateful Heart, build from a point of gratitude.
2. Love in motive and alignment with subconscious sixth sense, root of understanding.
3. Acceptance that we are at one with the energy. Take honest and clear reference points. Look to the source for all your ingredients.
4. Tend the garden of your expectation with kindness; the German word for imagination is vorstellung, which in English means to stand before you. Be careful with visual image ~ TV.
5. Strong heart ~ this path will test you to take the ground. Don't seek your security at the boundary of your existence but keep the truth in the middle and see beauty around.
6. Daily denial of selfish r dirty ingredients. (Process/development) Find freedom in honesty by hiding no fear.
7. Self ~ confidence keys, allow yourself permission.
8. Learn the magical power of words.
9. Then listen and you will be guided.

Pray this human culture finds peace as it stops blaming external influence accepting new inevitabilities. Pray we populate this planet with responsibility in life's blessed understandings and open the door to the true potential. Show us our motive as we review social boundary and justice.

May the eddy of life in a tide of despair illuminate hearts in answer to prayer and find love's acceptance in our honest hearts.

May the work of our hands prosper the good of us all, our social control mechanisms remove illusions of need and our media see Road Rage and weep.

Pray the human race find the true value of life and dance in the balance of naturelike birds in the flock and the fully evolved state that is a shoal of fish.

A Whisper by dans_oreo©

If it were me sitting beside you at breakfast what would you whisper?
would look into my eyes and tell me I'm beautiful?

If it were me that you were kissing goodbye as you left for work, what would you whisper?
would you tell me you can't wait for tonight?

If it were me that you were calling on your way home from work, what would you whisper?
would you tell me that in two minutes you'd be looking at your soul mate?

If it were me that greeted you at the door, what would you whisper?
would you tell me that you missed me like mad?

If it were me that was cooking you dinner, wearing only an apron, what would you whisper?
would you sneak up behind me and gently give my bottom a pat and whisper is it bed time yet?

If it were me sitting on your lap feeding you, what would you whisper?
would you tell me dinner was great how about some desert?

If it were me that laid beneath you as you made love to your lover, what would whisper?
would you hold my gaze and tell me how wonderful it felt to be with me?

If it was me snuggled up to you under the blankets, what would you whisper?
Would you kiss my forehead and tell me how much you loved me and how you couldn't do without me?

If it were me walking through life holding your hand, laughing, crying and loving, what would whisper?

If it were me instead of her, what would you whisper?

How long must I wait? How long till I can hold you as you fall asleep? how long until I see you shoes by the door? How long until I feel the passion and the heat that has been bottled up for so long? How long until you tell her goodbye?

How long until I hear you whisper I love you?