| Sunday, April 30, 2006 |
| Pray..... |
Today is Sunday..... |
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| Saturday, April 29, 2006 |
| there's nothin like a "sweet" Cubanita.... |
 mmmmm que rico!
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| I'm in charge..... |
LOUD LOUDER.....I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!!!
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| Thursday, April 27, 2006 |
| stupid... |
 this is my last thought of the day....wonder why? |
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| Wednesday, April 26, 2006 |
| hmmmmm |
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| Tuesday, April 25, 2006 |
| i'm alone..and i'm an easy target... |
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| Monday, April 24, 2006 |
| mis sentidos... |
Tan triste como el que no tiene vista, y las maravillas de la vida no puede ver. Tan triste como el que no tiene audición, y los sonidos mas bellos no puede oír. Tan triste como el que no tiene olfato, y los olores mas sabrosos no puede oler. Tan triste como el que no tiene tacto, y las cosas mas suaves no puede apreciar. Tan triste como el que no tiene gusto, y los sabores más ricos no puede saborear. Tan triste como el que se cae, y no se vuelve a levantar. Tan triste como el que se rinde, sin apenas haber empezado a luchar. Tan triste como el que siente odio, y el amor no puede valorar. Tan triste como el que no tiene sentimientos, y sólo un milagro lo podrá curar. Tan triste como mirar y la luz no poder percibir...... mas triste es amar y no poderlo decir. Tan triste es tenerte lejos, y tus ojos no poder apreciar. |
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| Sunday, April 23, 2006 |
| hmmm |
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| Friday, April 21, 2006 |
| *giggles* |
I just know u do!!!
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| Thursday, April 20, 2006 |
| don't tell me something i already know... |
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| Wednesday, April 19, 2006 |
| I've got the power.... |
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| posted by MsApples @ 4:16:00 PM |
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| Tuesday, April 18, 2006 |
| blah blah blah...talk is cheap |
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| Monday, April 17, 2006 |
| Mr. Right?! NOOOO..... |
 Si si si si si si,
this is what I need right about now!!!!Any takers?!?!?! |
| posted by MsApples @ 3:31:00 PM |
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| Sunday, April 16, 2006 |
| we live & we learn |
 well, it was too good to be true!
I was telling my sister Mayra today...I am NEVER goin to listen to anyone's advice ever again! I won't listen to Nancy, I won't listen to Ileana...I won't listen to Keener...I WON'T!!!
I am not goin to listen to my heart either...
I will go with my intuition--my gut instinct and make my decisions and my choices based on that! I do not play by the rules of baseball, where you're given three strikes and you're out...
In Neyda's life -- you get one fuckin try and that's it! You fuck it up and your ass is outta the fuckin game.
I am amazed at how stupid some people think Neyda can be! I can only buy so far into a fantasy and spend time induldging in what I suspected could be.
Next time I will RUN!!!!! RUN TO THE HILLS
If you can't see it-- don't believe it
listen to your head and not your heart
never give of yourself more than is given to you
it's not fair and it's not love
Some people are not who they seem to be and even if they are they are so self-fuckin absorbed they don't care who they hurt.
I'm glad I'm a big mami and have been through bigger hurts by better men...
It's made me tough enough to walk away from this without breaking up into a million pieces. |
| posted by MsApples @ 6:50:00 PM |
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| Happy Easter |
 The greatest glory God has ever displayed is the glory of His grace. He came to earth and willingly became the Lamb of God, that was slain for the sins of humanity.
The glory we can see in the heavens and on earth,all comes forth from God’s HAND. He created it. The glory we see at the cross comes forth from God’s HEART. It's an amazing expression of love. The love of a true Father who gave all He hadto save billions of lost sons and daughters.
This is the glory of the cross. The crown of God’s love.
Jesus took it, He accepted it, because He had his eyes fixed – on us, on me, on you! He was looking beyond the suffering He had to endure. He was seeing something: you running from death, pain, hopelessness, despair and sin – into the loving, forgiving, cleansing arms of the Father. He knew: My death, My blood, this crown of thorns, will accomplish that. |
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| Saturday, April 15, 2006 |
| His blood is your freedom... |
 Sometimes the brokeness of this world can overwhelm you like a black cloud that sucks all joy out of you.When that happens, you must fix your heart on the cross of Jesus. It’s impact on humanity is immeasurable. Jesus is the only exit out of a world that is dying of evil and empty religions. Others just gave us lots of words, forms and rituals, but only Jesus gave us His life! Jesus gave it all...He is the way, the truth and the life. For you. He truly loves you. You don’t have to understand that...but you can experience it...by simply inviting Him every day into your life...by laying down your questions and your struggles, your pride and your anger, and receiving His sacrifice of love. He loves you, He heals you, He restores you. Seek Him and trust Him... |
| posted by MsApples @ 5:52:00 PM |
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| Heartstrings |
How difficult is it to really move on? Even when your actions reflect that you have, sometimes your heart stays in that place. In every area of my  life, I've always tried to be a woman who lived as I spoke and allowed my actions to be reflective of my words. My heart or at least a part of it, is in the place where it can't move. I can feel the grains of sand slipping through that space that needs to catch up with the rest of me.
Part of me feels open, yearning to be closed again. Is that what's best? I know who I am. I know who's I am, and I know that God loves me, so why the major gap in the heartstrings.
I can't even fully give my heart to one because in a sense its' stuck. Not so much in the past, but just in a place where I it can't be touched. I'm not lost, just need to be pulled together so I can move a lil quicker. This process isn't always easy as I'm discovering, and somehow, I've got to make it through. Got to!!!! |
| posted by MsApples @ 9:59:00 AM |
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| Friday, April 14, 2006 |
| sticks and stones... |
“sticks and stones can break my bones
but words can never hurt me.”
Think that’s true?
I truly believe that all words have only the power we give them. Curse words don’t offend me well, except for the word cunt...for some reason that’s one I just don’t like! There are words that are not curse words or offensive words that I believe can do more damage than cursing someone out.
There are words that when they are uttered
make my panties wet
make my heart stop
make my mouth water
make my heart ache
words that turn me on
words that hurt me
words that make me gag
words that echo round in my head and heart bouncing off the walls leaving bruises with each bounce and sometimes, it's not words that hurt.
it's silence |
| posted by MsApples @ 7:09:00 PM |
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| Thursday, April 13, 2006 |
| Clouds of Words |
A cool little tool that searches through your blog to find words often used then creates a "word cloud".
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| posted by MsApples @ 8:25:00 AM |
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| Wednesday, April 12, 2006 |
| not for the timid... |
 "To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give, that takes courage, because we don’t want to fall on our faces and leave ourselves open to hurt." Madonna
If you’ve ever allowed yourself to fall in love, you know that it totally sucks! If you’ve ever survived a broken heart, you know why.
If you’ve ever allowed yourself to fall in love, you know that it’s fantastic!
Real True Love is the very best thing in the world. It’s better than money. It’s better than success. It’s better than sex … yes, you heard me right. I said it’s better than sex.
There are those who are brave enough to seek love even when they know the bitter pain of loss. The only real tragedy is to give up, give in, or God forbid, to settle for mediocrity. It takes a lot of courage to fall in love. Courage isn’t a lack of fear. It’s what we do when we are absolutely terrified.
"Life shrinks and expands in proportion to one’s courage." Anais Nin |
| posted by MsApples @ 4:19:00 PM |
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| Monday, April 10, 2006 |
| Acknowledgment... |
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| posted by MsApples @ 3:55:00 PM |
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| Sunday, April 09, 2006 |
| life happens... |
Surreal moments surround me. The weather expressing my life, with its obnoxious noise and flash es of brilliance. My satellite is out and the glow of the white sheet calls my name. Joss Stone serenades me in the darkness, while the rain drowns out the static. Cool breezes finding me and filling my nose with mother nature. The spray of the heavy raindrops on my bare arm and my cheek.
Sometimes life happens and you just have to pay attention, moments such as this, right here, right now. In the beauty of the universe and all senses provided to you. |
| posted by MsApples @ 2:59:00 PM |
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| Saturday, April 08, 2006 |
| the box... |
Sometimes I am my own enemy. I slip back on my "martyr" hat and sacrifice myself to please others. I try to squeeze back into that hated item...the box...aka my construct tailored  especially to make myself feel unworthy, inadequate.
"Neyda, be pretty. Neyda, be nice. Neyda, be clever. Neyda, be cool."
To deal with this, I give into the chaos and feel...I mean really feel. I make an effort to accept how I feel even if it isn't pretty. Though I'm not completely able to be self-accepting, just a small bit of effort seems to help. The box gets loose and I can kick it aside for the moment.Then, if I'm still feeling vulnerable, I quickly pull on my striped socks. They are my secret weapon and are great at repelling self-hatred. Sometimes they even catch smiles and save them for later! Thank you for letting me share this. |
| posted by MsApples @ 6:07:00 PM |
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| Friday, April 07, 2006 |
| What May Never Be |
I want to feel your hands on my body, My breasts, my hips, my thighs, Your fingers tracing the soft contours of my skin, Searching.I want to see that look in your eyes, The one that lets me know you want me. I want to feel your passion growing, With that desire. I want to feel your tongue dancing across my nipples, and between my legs, To arch my back, And gently rock my hips into you. I want to feel the weight of your body As you finally lower yourself onto me And enter me, Again and again. |
| posted by MsApples @ 3:07:00 PM |
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| Thursday, April 06, 2006 |
| ME time... |
 I'm a firm believer in the fact that when you are in a relationship you still need time apart from your significant other--time to grow, time to nurture, time to cater to your likes and hobbies, time to rejuvenate your batteries and get reconnect with yourself.
There's a great prevalence that when you meet someone that you totally click with you want to spend every single waking moment with the person, talking to them, hanging out with them or just being in the same space they are. As difficult as it may be, I heartily recommend you to dissociate yourself from being conjoined twins and seek your personal growth. If you are constantly with the same person 24/7 eventually, they will start to bug, annoy and irritate you. The things that start bugging you are little things that in the bigger picture don't really matter and will cause tiny rifts in the relationship.
If you feel like you are being stifled and controlled by a overly demanding or overly protective significant other, then ladies, I strongly urge you to seize your ME time. You have to be the one to schedule it, plan it and adhere to it, no one is going to do it for you. He might balk at the idea that you are having fun without him, or just plain away from him--but eventually he will get used to it and begin to enjoy his Me time as well.
Personal time and space is essential to the growth of every relationship. |
| posted by MsApples @ 2:47:00 PM |
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| Wednesday, April 05, 2006 |
| Are we really listening? |
 ... listening and hearing to our loved ones takes patience and skill; it's not a selfish art.
How well do you listen? |
| posted by MsApples @ 2:06:00 PM |
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| Tuesday, April 04, 2006 |
| my back... |
my back....
my less than perfect back.
I'm not skinny.
I've got lots of curves and they're not all good ones.
I've got scars and love handles and blemishes.
but I'm about as real as you could get.
and I guess that's okay. |
| posted by MsApples @ 3:26:00 PM |
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| Monday, April 03, 2006 |
| Small penis |
 You cannot trick me...
Small penis, into thinking you are large- by pounding away like a jackhammer. In fact, when you do this- I almost totally forget about you. I am more involved with the incessant slapping sounds of skin and flapping balls and trying to tune them out. You cannot shove and pile drive your way into my heart- bratty bullying will only make me notice you less.
Small penis, rough fingers have tried and failed to supplement your smaller size by jamming, manhandling, and stretching my sensitive chocha in ways that make it want to barricade the door and lock down the shades.
It is true, smally, that when I first saw you I did not get that certain rush of glee and pupil dilation that a giant cock will cause.
Small penis, you can be subtle. You will never fill me in that "good Lord YES" amusement part ride way- but, remember- that is one slice of the spectrum. If you wanted to, you could deploy in a proud and erotic way and get me off REAL GOOD multiple times. You could operate with finesse instead of screaming to be noticed.
If you could just calm down and stop the monotonous pounding, you might notice that I can ride you, squeeze you, and stroke you with my chocha. Everytime I get on top and try I soon find hands around my waist frantically lifting me up and down and all I am thinking is oh here we go again...what's that crockpot recipe??
Small penis, it's time for you to stop pretending to be what you are not. I cannot over emphasize this- if you have ever seen wildlife documentaries with baboons mating- this has begun to come to mind. The bored female with a faraway look (me) with the male gyrating away somewhere back there (him.)
Think of yourself as an artist's tool- part of a set with your fingers and tongue (which also seems to be trying to compensate, BTW- do you think I am lovng it when you jam your tongue in and out of my vadge? This move can be good at the right moment, but constantly?) A tool of precision is the most you can be. You will never be a big cock.
Ever....
And I am cool with that....
But I am so so so frustrated.... |
| posted by MsApples @ 5:32:00 PM |
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| Sunday, April 02, 2006 |
| My joy is your strength! |
| There are many circumstances in this life that have only one goal: steal your joy! God is full of joy. Joy is a hallmark of the almighty Lord of life. He isn’t sad or boring;
He is full of joy. Always.
 Even when His heart is crying out with anger or grief, because of the stupidity and sinfulness of the people He loves so much. Yet, He is still always full of joy.
Because joy is an element of God Himself.
‘Fullness of joy is in Your presence’, says the Word of God.
This joy, which is so typical for God, is what He wants to give you.
Even when you have pain... the joy of the Lord will always be with you.
It makes you stronger than your circumstances. I
t makes you fresh, healthy and hopeful, no matter what is going on in your life. |
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| Saturday, April 01, 2006 |
| April Fool's Day |
Whooptido...it’s April 1st. Here are a few silly, childish, stupid tricks you can play on any unsuspecting idiot that has forgotten about the asinine things people can do on a day like today. Oh and don't forget to Spring forward...yea, we lose an hour of fuckin sleep tonight.
THE VICTIMS: Anybody trying to use the kitchen sink faucet. The prankster need only find a rubber band, wait for a moment when the kitchen is empty, and then slip the rubber band over the sink sprayer handle so that it is stuck in the on position. Carefully aim the nozzle so that it sprays out--onto anybody who turns on the faucet.
 THE REACTION: Victim won't need extra coffee to wake up
THE VICTIMS: Adults and kids.
We've all heard of--or tried--some form of this Bart Simpson-esque trick, but we got a chuckle out of this wild animal version nonetheless. To pull it off, simply leave your victim a convincing-sounding message (either on paper or on an answering machine) from a certain "Mr. Lyon," who has called about an urgent matter (a missed lunch date is good for extra laughs) and would like a return call as soon as possible. Mr. Lyon's number? The phone number for your local zoo.
THE REACTION: One victim got this response: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lyon is busy at the moment. Mr. Elephant can talk, though!" |
| posted by MsApples @ 8:40:00 AM |
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| About Me |
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Name: MsApples
Home: Miami, Florida, United States
About Me: 46 year old NYC Cuban Love Goddess, now residing in MIA, divorced, mom to 2 teenagers, overworked & underpaid educator to loving, yet outta control students...I am intelligent, creative, sexy, compassionate, funny, sarcastic, loving, fucked up, romantic, spontaneous, moody at times, confused, confusing, a bit geeky, helpful and helpless at times, a good listener and a good friend.
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