Miss kate

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I only follow four blogs. I read alot of blogs but four are all that really make me sit up and listen. If you peak at them you find married, religious, mothers, lesbians, republicans and democrats. Yeah I really like a mix.
Kate from Sweet/saly is my favorite though. She has an incredible insight to her grief and love and mothering and womanhood and creativity.... and.... oh she just is all that good shtuuufff.
The last two posts have put me into a blogging holding pattern. I can certainly blog about the house the kids Andy and my pretty boring life but I prefer to FEEL some topic and purge it to whomever is listening.
I dont really know the politics of blogging but if I borrow her idea and follow her directions to find my own Vargas I will do it now.
I truly took some time and searched the beautiful women her has captured and found her. Yes brunette, long legs, pretty big breasts but the reason I chose her for my Vargas is for two reasons the full smiling face and the mysterious smoking cigarette.
I like to think that when I am feeling VARGAS LIKE I can have the carefree appeal, (IF I Dont have it now I am going to work on it LOL) but most of all I think in my hayday the cigarette was just something telltale of a sensual mysterious woman in the 50's. Courageous, strong, a little naughty. Yeah that was me, ? Is me, ? could be me again? Oh who knows I am feeling VARGAS like right now so I ll go get my black negligee , feather appliqued stilletto slippers and... on second thought Ill wait til Andy gets home from his business trip and see where that takes us. Ill write again tonight.

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