Ernie And Burt

What I like

No real subject to these lines, it's just some things that I like. Maybe you can understand me a little better as you read them. They are my words. I like cream in my coffee, yellow fields of dandelions with patches of white clover. Driving on dirt roads with the windows open, hair whipping my face, smelling of fresh tar and stones and looking down rows of corn, watching them fly by in a dizzy illusion and wondering if the rows and rows are cattle corn or sweet? I like giggling babies and diving off the summer docks into a cool lake naked, swimming to the bottom feeling every layer of water drop temperature in cool waves. I like to be given a kiss for no reason and nothing to be said or wanted by someone that I love. I like peanut butter on toast and I like flaming marshmallows at the campfire. I like taking a cool shower after my skin has been kissed by the sun and the smell of Noxema on a sunburn. I like salty snacks and keeping secrets, watching the silly anecdotes of a precocious sponge who lives in a pineapple under the sea. I like smoked oysters out of the can. I like hearing the leaves on trees as the wind brushes thru them, I truly believe that it is the choice of the tree to move the way it does. I like crickets telling me the temperature, thanking them then breaking out in song…"When you wish upon a star" and have them fall silent in turn, to listen to me sing as Jimminy Cricket. I like warm blankets on old sheets that have been dried in the sun in winter, and the crisp frozen jeans that were on the clothes line that I need to be dry but never did, along with the crispy towels to dry myself off in. Watching a meteor shower. I like the sound of an lonely outboard motor on a lake early in the morning, waking up to a lovely man and being afraid to touch him because I don't want to interrupt his sleep. Purring cats and the sound of the beach as people try to hurry in the hot white sand and the water infront, telling us to Shhhh... Shhhhhh... Shhhhhhhhhhh...almost wanting us to relax. I like thinking of my grandmother but after 24 years in death she had finally left me and I feel alone. I like Rod Stewart. I like collecting Tom Cruise movies even though I don't really care for his looks. I like bare feet on a gravel driveway just because I'm a country girl, distant barking dogs and the smell of fresh cut grass by a gas mower. I like running thru fields and feeling the tall grass whip at my legs/ I like waking up to the aroma of fried eggs and burnt toast, a bouquet of waxy dandelions with little bugs on them touching my breakfast, and smiling little faces on Mothers Day. I like thinking of those emotions when I see those yellow fields of dandelions kissed with little patches of clover and think them. Enough said.

Sweetness

A mhuirnín! [ My darling ] A rún mo chroí! [ O love of my heart ] A chuisle mo chroí! <------ back at'cha babe.

Doug, you just ooze sexuality, such a sweet man, thank you. I could use a good mood-enhancer, (you) and short of a full day of sunlight, a cake will do, for now. Even more than Christmas am I looking forward to seeing you in 16 days. SIXTEEN LONG, LONELY DAYS! I find myself in the kitchen again, humming with a few open cookbooks, and open space in the oven, now that the cravings for sustenance is overpowering. My hunger runs to the humble and the honest, the dependable stuff tho, the slow and steady. Scalloped potatoes with rich cream and quality Canadian cheddar. If I feel this way about food... all of which means, dear man that my craving spells nothing but you. A glass of wine feels like I've had two.

I notice that the scent from my moist, libidinous sexual regions is much stronger, animalistic almost. I attribute that to the desire I have for you mounting me.....It's a beacon, I want you to have forcible intercourse with me the first time we consummate our relationship. RAWR! Grab me, turn me over with no time to remove your pants from your ankles and just do it ripping my panties off in the process. I promise that I will wear a miniskirt and have high heals on.

Reading your last email left me without the ability to walk. There are times when I cannot even think. I am thinking about installing those hospital banisters down my hallway just so I could keep steady after reading your letters. Those oh so physically exhausting letters that I have to read over and over again. I need to go and fix myself........Until we talk my darling...

Love, Teresa.

Email banter

I wrote this to him,
Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2006 11:28:01 -0400

Permítame aparear con usted tan usted no es un lobo solitario. Por favor Doug. Sé que será sólo usted. Just sniff my butt, mount me and keep me.

I think I love you. Teresa.

He wrote this in return.....FAWK!

First... you didn't tell me you spoke or could read and write Spanish. So.... try it in Gaelic... A mhuirnín! A rún mo chroí! Second... When I DO mount you and take you, you'll belong to me and I'll belong to you. And when you pull my seed from me and let me empty myself deep inside you, my fluids will leach into your bloodstream from within you, so that a part of me will forever swim in your blood. From that time on, you'll always carry some of me inside you...forever. Is it fair to me that YOU have MY essence swimming around in YOUR blood that way, and yet you won't let ME sip YOUR essence from your soft, pink petals and take YOUR gift into ME, in return? If you are to be walking around with ME inside YOU, then it's only fair that I have some of YOU swimming around in MY blood, too. Third.... You must be a BIG fan of those old Partridge Family tunes if you're always quoting the lyrics that way...

So, what do I do?

My love

The man that I quickly fell in love with sent me this email, if anyone stumbles accross my site and reads it please tell my heart that I cannot love him anymore, He doesn't understand that I am unwilling to say, "I love you" only because I don't know for the true reason as to why I want to run to him. I would never hurt him. I wish you could see how gentle he is, it's captavating to be in his heart. I think he wants to leave me and I think I should tell him that I love him [because I do] to keep him. Should I?

Doug says,

Teak,

I started writing a very different letter than the one you’re reading here but couldn’t bring myself to either complete it or send it to you. In essence, that letter announced that I was ending our relationship immediately, due to a pattern of behavior I’d seen you exhibiting since this relationship began. I had seen a similar pattern just last year, when I became involved with someone whose behavior closely resembled your own in some ways. At the time, I ignored all the ‘red flags’ these behaviors initiated in me and later lived to regret it. I have no intention of ever repeating an episode like that again, as I found it to be intensely painful and debilitating to my own soul. I’m just as frightened of being hurt by you as you are of being hurt by me, hence my desperate need to find out as much about you as humanly possible, as quickly as possible. I’m torn between this irresistible attraction to you, this compelling need for you, and my fear that somewhere down the road, my heart will be broken once again. My experience tells me it’s better to not take the risk, to flee from you while I’m still intact. But my heart, my very soul, sings your name and in you, I’m allowing myself little dreams, once more. If I let this continue, take this risk, believe that what I think I’ve seen so far is only the echo of some past hurt, then I’ll end up giving to you what I swore I’d never surrender to anyone, ever again. What do you want from me Teak? You already have my love, you know this. If I give you my soul too, what will you do with it?

end.

He made me cry because he feels bad.

Sneakyteaky.

What is happening nowa days?

I thought about the birds again today. I threw down some fresh feed and an apple for the robins. The humming bird feeder needed changing since I haven’t seen any of these little birds yet this year.

Taco the dog found great company today while walking me. He peed on a trycicle to great horror to the screaming child on it. We passed a lady in a bathrobe outside with her little granddaughter. The girl was excited to see this little chuahuaha. "Look at the puppy!" I met a Darcy up the path and exchanged greetings.

The pace is nice and easy and the word peaceful seems to take it all in. Now contrast the vitriolic rants on the morning news shows and the images of pain and suffering. A bombardment of bad things, angry people, and hopeless situations comes in unending sorties from the television.The economy is in trouble, crime is getting worse, global warming is going to kill us all. Politicians and pundits talk about problems and blame them on the opposition, but no one talks about solutions.

Meanwhile, all over the world, people are going about their daily routine. They are taking morning or evening walks. They are laughing with their families. The world is full of people who just do their job. They are not on the radar screen of the media unless they become the victim of some horrible accident.Goodness and goodwill are all around us. Beauty and peacefulness are right outside your door, but so is anger, hostility, betrayal, and violence.

Sometimes we can go through life and keep to ourselves and to the things we enjoy. Even with those best intentions, the other world has a way of breaking in on us. Sickness, crime, careless accidents, and bad luck will touch us at some time in our life; all the more reason to enjoy the peace you can find. Reality is what we perceive for the most part. There is a Real and there is Truth. I believe there is Right and Wrong as well. When the people who live by the letter of the law outnumber the people who observe the Spirit of the law, you get a very bad result. The law and statistics in the hands of ill-intentioned people can be a dangerous weapon. Power plays have been going on since people began living together in societies, so this is nothing new.

Our salvation is in the collective power of good people living by the values and principles they were hopefully taught as children. A child knows the difference between right and wrong. Adults learn ways to rationalize things to where up is down and in is out.You have more power than you think. Your smile and kind word is more than disarming; it is healing. Have you ever seen anger dissolve from a face because of a smile? Do you know how healing an apology can be to you and another? Can you look outside yourself to try to understand the point of view of another and work toward a compromise? Do you know the joy of giving and helping? Have you known the release that giving up a grudge or granting forgiveness can bring?All of these things are powerful tools we all have. Even unused rusty tools can do the job. Dust yours off if you haven't been using them. Let go of your anger and stress and enjoy the life that is before you before it slips away. Regrets, remorse, and missed opportunities will haunt your older years if you don't. Make those days joyful; it is within your power.

We should all be dogs.