“shut up and dance with me”

The world spun as he whirled me with him. His fingers gripped my wrists.  Perhaps I was feeling dizzy, or perhaps it was the momentum of being spun, my pulse raced as my heart hammered in my chest.  He shouldn’t be affecting me this way, I thought wildly. Yet he was.

He was laughing as we tumbled onto the grass, grabbing me close. He lifted the corners of the blanket and rolled us until the blanket covered us both.

Breathless, he braced himself onto his elbows above me. Wedging himself between my thighs. I swallowed hard, the intimate precarious position allowed me to feel the muscles of his thighs. The ridge of his erection. An odd delicious sensation surged through me.

Staring down into my face, he smiled. His breath fanned over my lips. Hot. Slowly he smoothed the tangled tendrils of my hair from my face. The touch of his fingers made me shiver. Fill me with a restless ache. A yearning to feel his mouth on mine.

His laughter died, his smile slowly faded. As if he sensed the moment between us became more intimate. His finger slowly traced my jaw, his thumb nudging my lip. “I will always be here. To protect you. Keep you from harm.” he whispered. His head started to lower.


-a slice of heaven from a dream I had a couple days ago. Two good things about dreams? They inspire. They are always great fodder for a story. one bad thing? How the hell do I write it into a story? so I just wrote this little drabble.


me: “He is too controlling. too micro-managing. I don’t like that.”

“That is ok. You’re dominant. A perfect match”

a conversation about my dislike for control-freaks.

Maybe its true.

I am shy and sweet like a creampuff, but my personalty leans towards Dominance.  Perhaps I am too much to handle. But when I laugh and I sing, and I feel the wind in my hair, I want someone to see that. I want someone to see the facade I put up. To break down the walls I put up. Hold me when I am sad. Laugh when I am being goofy. Confide in me when they want to.

I don’t want anyone to submit to me.

I don’t believe a man needs to be controlling or feels the need to micro-manage me.

Is he confident? He knows what he wants and how to get it, yes.

and he wants me. Loves me for who I am





When I was watching the news on Charlottesville and President Patrick Star  inability to address the tragedy, I was so disgusted. Maybe because I was so naive in thinking that people were still trying to bring themselves together as human beings. instead they were dividing and attacking each other like monsters.

Maybe I will stay in my little bubble where I see everyone living in peace, harmony and accept each other.

Hate can’t be ignored, justified or accepted. It must be rooted out and destroyed. Hatred and bitterness can destroy a person.

I was reading through my Bible hoping to find peace of mind.

Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against anyone among your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the Lord.
-Leviticus 19:18

Get rid of your bitterness, hot tempers, anger, loud quarreling, cursing, and hatred. Be kind to each other, sympathetic, forgiving each other as God has forgiven you through Christ.
—  Ephesians 4:31-32


found this.

This is so important.

Forgiveness doesnt make you weak. It makes you better. Makes you feel better ♥


I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: ‘You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.’ Rumi



It was one of those days when I had to pick myself up and grow through the motions. I didnt know how the day would turn out, but I was happy I went to work anyway!

Sure I was feeling tired, off kilter, sick, my body just did not want to be touched but my mood picked right up when I saw everyone. Their smiles.

Laughter is the best medicine.

Certainly is for me.

My team is the best medicine for me. Their overly dramatic moody giggling selves just make me feel like myself again. Just smidge.

Perhaps it was my sadist side that was enjoying the mayhem that was going on with them today. Usually, they are so polite and sweet, but when they are not? Wow! Look out.

I was certainly enjoying it!


We were goofing off in drive thru again. My sister walked into second lane looks at all of us and announced  “I’m changing my name to Awesomepreet”

J’s reaction was priceless.

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“You are not awesome!”
She stared at him. “What?”

I burst out laughing. She storms out drive thru. While I was making McCafe, Cheryl and J were having a conversation in Tagalog. I turned around.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “J is being a pervert?”

Cheryl sniffed, “Yes he is so perverted for you, Rebecca. J loves your ass so much”

I glanced at J, who was staring at me. “Why don’t you like my sister’s ass?”

My sister walked back into the drive thru at this time, pretended she is a model and show case her ass. “My ass is beautiful!” she cooed to J.

J strikes again with his reaction.

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“Ew no you don’t!” he cried. (my sister actually does have a nice ass! Better than mine!!) My sister glared at him. Then storms off.

I couldn’t take my order I was laughing so hard. “Stop it!” I wheezed. “It hurts to laugh!”

Later, J and Cheryl were arguing in Tagalog and J exclaimed in English:  “oh my god let me pick up your common sense for you.” he reached down pretended to pick it up and gave it to Cheryl. “There!”

“Oh my god I was just asking!”

“Seriously, chicken?” I asked.

“Are you kitten me right now?” she cried.

J slowly turned to look at us, his expression murderous. “Stop that!”

“I wonder what the customer would do if they asked for a Seriously Chicken, and we said Seriously?!” I mused.

Cheryl and I burst out laughing. “I think we would get in trouble.”

I was having fun, but by the time the shift ended I was ready to keel over.

Time to chill! 🙂