LizzyLou's Blog

I’m Going In For The Kill

louilou — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 06:22:37 +0000

We can fight our desires Oooh but when we start making fires
We get ever so hot Oooh whether we like it or not
They say we can love who we trust Oooh but what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotions Oooh but what are feelings without emotions?

I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand

I hang my hopes out on the line Oooh they’d be ready for you in time
If you leave them out too long Oooh they’ll be withered by the sun
Full stops and exclamation marks Oooh my words stumble before I start
How far can you send emotions? Oooh can this bridge cross the ocean?

I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand

Let’s go to war To make peace Let’s be cold
To create heat I hope in darkness We can see
And you’re not blinded By the light from me Oooh

I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand

Just so you know…..

louilou — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 00:59:27 +0000

‘A woman’s heart should be so hidden in Christ That a man should have to seek Him first to find her.’

When I say…. ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not shouting ‘I’m clean living,’ I’m whispering ‘I was lost, Now I’m found and forgiven.’

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I don’t speak of this with pride. I’m confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not trying to be strong. I’m professing that I’m weak and need His strength to carry on.

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not bragging of success. I’m admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not claiming to be perfect, My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it.

When I say…. ‘I am a Christian’ I still feel the sting of pain… I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.

When I say… ‘I am a Christian’ I’m not holier than thou, I’m just a simple sinner Who received God’s good grace, somehow!’

Like Muddy Puddles , But Wayyyyy Better

louilou — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 01:35:58 +0000

I am a big kid at heart, I love jumping in puddles,

I love the rain, I love nature, and like any kid I happen to be scared of the dark but LOVE frogs, snakes and bugs But you ask yourself as you sit here and read this , What’s the title got to do with the blog ???

Well for me Love is like jumping in muddy puddles but wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy better!!!!

I believe I have found my soulmate finally . One who accepts me, for me and also accepts I have children. He is not just after a one night stand but a 50 year stand.. To me that’s “Like Muddy Puddles, But Wayyyyy Better”

I really believe this man is for me, and not against me. He loves me unconditionally and for that I have much respect for him. I believe He shall be good for me , and I for him.

I am blessed to have found Him … or stumbled into Him

I am quirky and He really loves my quirks, I just love Him immensely

U Rock Daddy Bear, Love You Forever And A Day

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Me , Who I Am

louilou — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 01:24:58 +0000

I live a pretty hectic life, I am first and foremost a single mum and that is not usually something I share straight up but , I see this journal as a semi blog and they are a part of me, so any man that wants to accept me as a true sub/slave needs to realize I come as a ready made package of 3. My lads are just the best thing I could hold in life. They are gorgeous human beings and they come first in my life.

Secondly I work full time, this keeps me busy , but I have like so many Australian’s a mortgage to pay and kids to put through private education.

*Whispers* : I’m not a breeder slave

Because I have Multiple Sclerosis(MS) and Fibromyalgia(FMS) I cannot “breed” anymore kids, I am although happy with what I have got.

Living with MS and FMS is hard, but what is harder is living with MS and FMS and being a single mother with 2 full of energy young boys.

I am not bound to a wheelchair, but I live with chronic severe pain, because although MS and FMS is treatable it is not curable.

These disease are disabling, but I am not disabled. I am still a very independent woman , I still can surf most days. AND I can still crack a smile from ear to ear. Because despite the cards that have been played, my deck is only getting stronger each day, and I am enjoying it so much more. Life is wonderful.

Fibromyalgia for those who do not know means “Fibro” refers to the fascia or connective tissue, “my” to muscle, and “algia” to pain. Literally FMS means pain in the muscles and tissue.

Multiply Sclerosis or MS is a central nervous system disease. When the protective sheath (myelin) around the nerve fibres in the brain and spinal cord becomes damaged, causing random patches called plaques or lesions. These patches distort and interrupt the messages that are sent along these nerves. ‘Sclerosis’ means scar and the disease is labelled ‘multiple’ because the damage usually occurs at a number of points.

So above all of this , I still can’t see why I can’t enjoy my life. I always seem to say to other people, Remember there is always someone fighting a bigger battle then you! and I believe that even in my situation. MS and FMS I would not wish on my greatest enemy , but I am so glad I have both because now I can educate the rest of the world about these diseases.

Awareness is a good thing in my books.

What I need

louilou — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 00:54:28 +0000

A man asked a woman he was pursuing the question:

‘What kind of man are you looking for?’

She sat quietly for a moment before looking at him in his eyes & asked, ‘Do you really want to know?’

Reluctantly, he said, ‘Yes.

She began to explain, ‘As a woman in this day & age, I am in a position to ask a man what can you do for me that I can’t do for myself?

I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man…
or woman for that matter.

I am in the position to ask, ‘What can you bring to the table?’

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.

She quickly corrected his thought & stated, ‘I am not referring to money. I need something more.
I need a man who is striving for excellence in every aspect of life.

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, & asked her to explain.

She said, ‘I need someone who is striving for excellence mentally because I need conversation & mental stimulation. I don’t need a simple-minded man.

I need someone who is striving for excellence spiritually because I don’t need to be unequally yoked…believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.

I need a man who is striving for excellence financially because I don’t need a financial burden.

I need someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded.

I need someone who has integrity in dealing with relationships. Lies and game-playing are not my idea of a strong man.

I need a man who is family-oriented. One who can be the leader, priest and provider to the lives entrusted to him by God.

I need someone whom I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him.

I cannot be submissive to a man who isn’t taking care of himself. I have no problem being submissive…he just has to be worthy.

And by the way, I am not looking for him…He will find me. He will recognize himself in me. He may not be able to explain the connection, but he will always be drawn to me. God made woman to be a help-mate for man. I can’t help a man if he can’t help himself.

When she finished her speech, she looked at him.

He sat there with a puzzled look on his face. He said, ‘You are asking a lot.

She replied, I’m worth a lot.