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Three of us

It was the night worth repeating…
– It was so long since there were three of us in the bed – you, me and Jesus, -I said smiling. And kissed my man. I don’t know where Jesus was that particular moment – maybe looking from above…


Weekly Photo Challenge: Relic #1

Reply to my Friday excitement: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/relic/
I like to reply to challenge with one picture. But this time I got too emotional and failed.


It’s my grandma’s home. My mother was born here.
I spent my long childish and reckless summers here.13897283500_73bafd31c9_k(1)
It takes me more than hour to drive here, but I still come to relive my memories, to write, to read, just to be here.

Nobody lives here.  I can see the furniture I adored, look at photographs of people I don’t know, read my letters to grandma, touch  her handbags and dresses…




15 years the house is abandoned, but still full of memories I want to cherish.

14658676313_462e4bb290_kSometimes I come here just to paint it red…

Post #100: My heroes and their goddess

photo(20)Woman is strong till she meets her Weakness.

Strange enough, I do attract certain type of men. Different –  past rockers, hippies, bikers, scientists, writers or promising youngsters. Different facial shapes, hair or skin colors, heights and weights, nationalities and eating preferences.

All of them – with dimple chin. Not very visible, but  always present. I never noticed that rule, until my friend, who studied faces reading once pointed it out.

“A dimple on the chin, the devil within.”
―Pope Paul VI

It’s interesting what in my face attracts them? I have nothing very special except my broken nose and distinct lips.


“You gonna be my woman”, he said the next day. Even before first kiss, before long romantic walks, before our past stories and future plans, before dinner, sex and breakfast.

Man is much harder when he meets his Weakness…

Do I want to be his Weakness? I doubt. Really.


Is there any life after …you quit?

There were two  very encouraging messages among the farewell spam. It’s lovely, when someone takes times to write anything else than any copy-paste-bullshit.

I wish you the very best for the future. The good news is that there IS a life after [company name here] and it’s a good one.

and another one

Today is your last day but tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life…


Yesterday I made a controversial effort  to look non-profesional in  at the office to manifest my new life! It was a great day. And the only day in my life I got paid so well!

Today is the first day of unemployed me. I have no employer. I don’t  I need one now.

I want to enjoy the free ride for a while. Till the next idea will  blow my mind!

The last day in the office

The last day in the office

My last day at work is tomorrow.
It’s like a signing divorce papers after 15 years of being married to the company. I was happily married and I will be happily divorced. For the second time in my life. My ex-husband was an asshole, but my ex-company was excellent.

We have our past, but in this particular case there is only me who has the future.
I made a cake tonight and I will get up and shine tomorrow.
Who said, that divorce is not a good reason to celebrate?

Why to write and why to read

No, I don’t look like this Lady with a red hat on this pottery of unknown artist. My wine is never greenish and  my absent glass is smaller. There is always a notepad on the table…
I don’t want to brag about how  witty I am in my mother tongue. I am just above average. I like live shows and talking – when chat with friend turns out into something worth memorizing. I never remember.  I am completely wrapped up in the pleasure of dialog, so I forget immediately most of  “verbal pearls”, that  fell down from my mouth…

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