Namaste! Salaam! Howdeedoo! And bonjour to you!
I am so grateful to, and for, ALL of you Lovelies!!! Thabk you for all your kind advice and suggestions and for sharing parts of your selves, especially in regard to my potential seeking-a-brother-or-sister-sentient-being-of-some-type for my Nicklasbabydog! Bless you!! Om Hare YOU GUYS!!!! *hugs*
I’m still waffling. Hand-wringing a bit as I must consider my senior-citizen-dog’s feelings before my own. He is The Boss of Me. LOL!
I will keep you posted. :)

Beautiful Friends, I have a confession.
I am twelve.
LOL! What I MEAN is, I am twelve years old inside, most of the time. In truth- I’m a moron. In a good way. (Hopefully)
They say “you are born with your character”. And, they say “your character is your destiny”. (Whoever “they” are)
I believe both of these sayings to be true. Don’t you?
Our psyche, our personality, forms early in our development. (That’s how cops know bad people get their starts…..and that’s how kids kinda always indicate how they will turn out) I’m no psychologist (big shocker!) But I will bet its rooted in fact.
I’m glad. I’m happy that our “inner child” thang exists and I’m always aware of mine. I’m okay with it.

When I was twelve:
I thought poop was funny.
I ate hotdogs covered in macaroni+cheeze.
I believed in God.
I wanted to kiss boys a lot.
And girls.
I wished I looked like SammyJo from Dynasty (Heather Locklear).
I liked Iron Maiden.
I played soccer.
I smoked.
I hid bad secrets about predatory adults.
I loved ballet class.
I loved poetry and reading.
I liked wearing lots of makeup.
I thought armpit farts were hysterical.
I liked The Muppet Show.
I hated camping.
I got a lot of scrapes+cuts.
I had constant stomachaches.
I told my mommyji and daddyji I loved them daily.
I loved perfume.
I liked learning Francais.
I couldn’t understand “war” or “hostage taking”.
I was The Class Clown.
I wanted to be EddieMurphy.
I wore Levi’s jeans.
I didn’t make the Champion Cheerleading Team.
I hated horseriding lessons.
I knew the HareKrishna song.
I loved dogs more than people.
I shaved my legs.
I lip-synched in front of the mirror.
I liked chocolate.
I slept very little, every night.
I didn’t like horseradish.
I had “Hello Kitty” hair barettes.
I read “Seventeen” and “Vogue” magazines.
I was cast in school plays.
I excelled at talking.
I liked GrandMasterFlash.
I had more than five pairs of “high heeled” shoes.
I liked my sisters.
I drew a lot and painted pictures.
I had a skateboard.
I hated swimming but had all my lessons.
I loved eating popcorn with my dad every Sunday.
I was a leadfoot driver.
And manymanymanymany other things…..
And, I STILL am, do, and feel ALL of these.
‘Cept hotdogs+cheeze+smoking.
I kept it all. It all stayed with me.
Immature? Perhaps, but these are some of the Fundamentals, the Core Beliefs and AttacHments.
I like em all.
I like being twelve inside.
Don’t you?
It’s what will keep us “seeing the World through the eyes of a child”. And that is integral to our Happy Existence here on this planet. Non?
Have tHe heart of a child.
But with all the “wisdom” you have from your experiences. Hopefully, right? LOL!
And I hope you all have a Blessed, wonderful week. I hope that for you AND the child-version of you. Your Inner Child needs your attention.
Nurture yourself- your truest self.
The whole week will fall into place.
Pinky swear.
Om Nama Shivaya.
Big love and big fun and big HareKrishna Energy,
Biffy
Xoxo

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