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THE JOURNEY CONTINUES...

2013-04-02T23:28:00.001-04:00

Barbara Ward-Finneran
It's National Autism Awareness Month. Today is "Light it Up Blue" day. I'm embarassed to say that I forgot to wear blue today, except for my blue jeans. I will admit that that was accidental. It didn't even dawn on me when my friend greeted me at her door in her 5K for Autism shirt. Days ago I remembered that April was approaching and that, among other things, meant Autism awareness month and I needed to get writing something for this recently neglected blog. Practically every day I want and hope to write and yet the days slip by and the posts happen less often then I'd like, and less often then they did not so long ago. That said, writings fill my head of so often and lately just don't get tapped out on the keyboard. But today cannot slip by without a post. Two years ago I wrote Journey Through the Silence. Every word still rings true today, for me, my family, my friends and so many on this journey - a journey with out and end. Awareness is a great step but ACCEPTANCE needs to be our destination.

I may not have remembered, but I didn't forget. I couldn't forget. My husband, sons and I walk this journey every day and we are so blessed to have dear friends who walk it with us as well as those who hold our hands along the way. Today was a day like most others. It's spring break in our neck of the woods and before my boys morning sleep over play date ended I was anxious to get the next activity planned. A few texts later and a group of us were meeting at Subway for lunch. Our adventure for the day. Five bicycles, two moms, three hungry adolescent boys (two of whom have ASD) and a mile or two between us and food. My dear friend greeted me at the door, (Autism shirt on), and we rallied the troops into helmets and were on our way. A bike ride with some teen and or almost teen boys, not a big deal to many. A great accomplishment for us. A new triumph for us and our kids. Another notch on our warrior belts. Another friend met us there... and now we were three moms and five kids. Three moms of spectrum kids... three moms who got each other as we slid through the chaos of the busy lunch line and order changes. Even with the best laid plans --- there was going to be a 15 minute wait for meatballs (Change in plans - OH NO, you ASD moms get it). Thankfully all rolled with that obstacle. We sat. The kids laughed and chattered. We ate. We talked. We shared. The journey never ends... Our friend who drove to meet us was leaving for an IEP meeting for her son. My heart ached for her anxious nerves as it was so easy to remember gearing up for similar meetings. There we sat, a group of moms like any other - blessed to have a decade of love and support between us. Years of shared victories and heartaches. Endless hours of advocating, supporting and at times venting. (Occasionally adding wine when needed.) We are just like other moms. Only sometimes... often, we were different, and we got it, got each other... our places on the spectrum vary, but we got it. And, out of the deal got priceless friendships. Having seen each other tears and held each others backs for years knowing there was strength in numbers and we give that to one another unconditionally. To quote, Mazie La Bird, from Seussical the Musical, that all of children were in together, "How lucky, how lucky, how lucky you are". I wouldn't be where I am today with out the love and support of my family and friends. My sons wouldn't be where there are and who they are without that same support system. HOW LUCKY "WE" ARE...

... A few minutes on Facebook this evening made me formally remember it was Light it Up Blue day. I scrambled to share and post a few things and also posted a link to Journey through Silence. Debated in my mind about a fresh post for today --- before today was over. I was leaning towards letting it go, when I was messaged, (Someone had read my Journey link, ironically by a friend I made through DRL when she wrote a guest post. Never underestimate the power of a post, lol.) Her words moved me to tears as she shared about young man in her life who lives with ASD and ending with: "God Bless you for setting the bar for parents who all too often do not advocate for their children. I 'm honored to have you as my friend".

All too often we may take for granted what our words mean. What it means when we wait in silence for those first words. Or when we speak words of encouragement and faith. Or when we share our journey so another doesn't feel alone. When we can translate the words our tears speak whether from joy or pain. When we speak words to advocate for our own and in doing so light the path for others. Our words have power, more so when spoken with kindness love and acceptance.

Be aware. Be welcoming. Be the voice with the words that someone needs to hear. Be accepting... Awareness is a great step but ACCEPTANCE needs to be our destination. Isn't that every mother's greatest wish, that our children be accepted and loved. We aren't different at all!

To all who walk with me --- I LOVE YOU - you know who you are! XOXOX
-Barbara

NATIONAL AUTISM AWARENESS DAY

2013-04-02T23:11:00.000-04:00

Awareness is a step...

Acceptance is the destination!

KISS ME I'M IRISH - PART II

2013-03-17T23:12:00.000-04:00

KISS ME I'M IRISH - Mar Chuid Dá (Part II)

Jillian B. Hart

She found herself very melancholy and couldn't even explain why if she had been asked. Rather then give into the blues she fashioned on a casual emerald green dress and zipped up the knee length, spiked, black boots. Slipped into a leather jacket and headed out the door. People watching always lifted her spirits and gave her inspiration to write. What better night to gather in the sights.

She sat at the bar, taking in the blur of faces on the dance floor. The festive holiday sounds emanated through the room mixed with dance tunes. Shiny plastic four leaf clovers and green beads dangled from necks and bounced across chests in erratic and off beat motions. Choirs of "Slainte" replaced the usual shouts of cheers followed by the clinks of beer mugs. Green beer overflowed, yet, not her drink of preference so she had ordered Bailey's straight up. Every one was Irish today. Yet her Irish eyes were far from smiling. Although she had never fancied this Irish pub in the city, perhaps this wasn't the right pub to observe the happy crowds, as something about the place reminded her of times gone by.

A finely manicured hand wrapped the glass. She sip the creamy drink and felt it flood her with warmth. The sensation of the alcohol filling her up with a light headiness. She was so lost in thought as she took in the deluge of dancers and drinkers, that she hadn't noticed him.

He did a double take when he saw her. He had missed everything about her. How many times had he seen her brown eyes when he closed his, remembering that night he never told her. The night he let her say goodbye and walk out of a bar, and in essence walk out of his life. He didn't tell her. Never told her what he should of said. He just held it in. How were you supposed to ask someone to stay when you couldn't make any promises? How do you ask that of a friend? Even a friend that you loved with more passion then you were willing to admit to at the time. That was night before she left to relocate across the country. It all flooded back, like it was days ago rather then over a decade into the past.

His heartbeat quickened. As he took in the view across the bar. Tendrils of hair framed her face and the bodice of her dress dipping to reveal the curves of cleavage and hug her frame. His gaze danced over her taking in every inch that he could see, as his mind rushed to decide what action to take next. Desire twisted inside him making his mind fill with all kinds of wickedly wild images. A hotness flooded his groin and the blue jeans grew painfully tighter. He started towards her, watching her perched elegantly on a stool with sparkling eyes darting around the room.

He tapped her shoulder and she turned to face him while brushing the curls from her face. Astonishment initially flashed across her face, follow by recognition and anxious anticipation. She held his gaze letting out a sexy breath as she began to speak. He watched her pulse quicken at the base of her throat as he leaned in to take possession of her mouth before she could utter a word. She went absolutely still for an instant before closing her eyes and melting into the moment. Her lips parted more - as strong, gentle hands caressed her face. The touch so familiar in her memory that she went breathless as she tasted the sweetness of his kiss in her mouth. It inflamed a warmth in her that peaked between her crossed legs. With his lips over hers, he gently sucked small dotting pecks across her maroon painted lips until their mouths instinctively opened up. Tongues now danced in slow circular motions as he ran his fingers through her hair. Her body betraying her will to remain collected. Shivers electrified her and every emotion was released as she moaned. She was so responsive as their tongues tangled, that he thought he'd explode if he dared to imagine how she'd be when he got her alone. His blood pulsed so fast it echoed in his ears, as goosebumps danced over her flesh awaking every erogenous zone in each of them. Sparking a pool of moisture at the pinnacle where her thighs met. He pulled her closer and she slid off the stool pressing their bodies together. Her scent closed over him like the first pure snow white washes a landscape. The intensity growing until she eased away and gently broke the embrace. The sound of the crowd sobering them back to their senses. Leaning back on his heals he gazed into her eyes waiting for feedback or retort. Long lashes curtaining the feelings smoldering in the depths of her expressive eyes. The seemingly long pause made him toy with apologizing for ravishing her in public. But, he couldn't articulate the words, as he was only sorry that he couldn't finish what he started. She drew a deep steady breath before she spoke. Her voice low and sexy, a melody he'd never forgotten, sexual sparks hanging in the air, "Where have you been hiding? I've missed you..."

Her Irish eyes smiling brightly as a mischievous grin flashed across her glossy lips. She grabbed his hand and said, "Let's get out of here".

Happy Post St. Patrick's Day!

XOXOXO

REPRISE: KISS ME I'M IRISH - Mar Chuid Dá (Part II)

Editors Note: Originally Posted 3-19-11

SHE SAID... KISS ME I'M IRISH

2013-03-17T23:07:00.000-04:00

Pháirt Amháin (Part I)

Jillian B. Hart

Kissing is one of the most sensual and sexy ways too express your passion for your partner. So many ways to get erotic with your lover but most often the starting point is a kiss. A lingering embrace of lips that leaves your mate longing for more and daydreaming about you long after the moment is gone.

In the chaos of life it is all too easy to forget the power of the kiss. All to easy to fall into the "smooch" and or "smack' syndrome. The quick peck that has become habit and essentially is so over used that it means nothing. This cordial interaction certainly doesn't raise a pulse. Day in and day out, reality gets in the way and these kisses have their place but to keep sparks from fizzling a couple must define time to include romantic passionate kisses in their daily love diet. These encounters need not be saved for "bedroom time" but should rather be used often as prelude to escapades yet to come. What is more exciting then anticipation? You want your lover to desire you, then it is necessary to lay one on them that leaves them longing for more. Sexy kissing is all about a moment that makes your partner crazy for you. Kissing must not just be a road map to sex but rather an appreciated act of pleasure unto itself.

Take the time to add a sexy kiss into your day. If you have been dwelling in smooch-ville you may need to start slowly or risk the "what got into you suspicion". But start. As this might just be your ticket to "do it again in like, 72 hours or less". At least one of your hands must touch your partner. Don't stress about this or make it complicated. Put your hand in their hair. Caress the cheek. Lift and hold the chin. Rub the arm. Wrap the waist. Pull them closer a hug. Just initiate a simple yet intimate connection. Follow up with kiss. Not smooch or smack. Lips must linger together for at least 10 seconds. Or be a series of tiny butterfly pecks that elapse over the same length of time. Sound easy? Count slowly in your head to ten the next time you kiss. It's longer then you think! Once you master ten - go longer!

Want more sex? (Doesn't it always come down to that for some?!) More intimacy for the others? I challenge you to incorporate three ten second kisses into your day on a daily basis for a week. See what awakens in you and your lover. See if more sex develops. See if she's happy about it. We all know he will be. Sex makes men happy. Let's see where the kisses get you.....

So in honor of this day - where everyone is Irish! Celebrate the whole "Kiss Me I'm Irish" and unleash your inner sexy kissing leprechaun! Kiss your lover!!! Beats the hell out of kissing the blarney stone!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

XOXOXO

REPRISE: KISS ME I'M IRISH - Pháirt Amháin (Part I)

Editors Note: Originally Posted 3-17-11

IRISH EATERY & PUB

2013-03-17T22:57:00.003-04:00

Marion Pellicano Ambrose

Being raised in a traditional Irish American home meant lots of potatoes, bread with every meal, and of course Corned Beef and Cabbage for dinner on Saint Patrick’s Day! It’s a great meal to make because it all goes in one pot! When I was young, my mom cooked the meal in a pressure cooker. Today we have it much easier. Throw everything in a crockpot and the meal cooks itself! And for dessert – Irish Cream Chocolate Cheesecake! Follow the simple recipes below and have a wonderful Saint Patty’s Day from the Delayed Reaction Lounge!

Traditional Corned Beef and Cabbage

3 pounds corned beef brisket with spice packet

1 quart water

10 small red potatoes, wash thoroughly

5 carrots, peeled and cut into 3-inch pieces

1 large head cabbage, cut into small wedges

Place corned beef in large crock pot, fat side up and cover with about 1 quart of water.
Perforate the spice packet that came with the corned beef and place on top. Place potatoes
around the meat and top with cut cabbage. Make sure meat and potatoes are totally covered
with water.P Cook on LOW for 10 hours. When done, place vegetables in a bowl and
cover. Place meat on a platter and let sit for 5 minutes. Slice meat across the grain. Serve
with spicy mustard. 5 servings

Irish Cream Chocolate Cheesecake

1 1/2 cups chocolate cookie crumbs
1/3 cup confectioners' sugar
1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1/4 cup butter

3 (8 ounce) packages cream cheese, softened
1 1/4 cups white sugar
1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
3 eggs
1/2 cup sour cream
1/4 cup Irish cream liqueur

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F . In a large bowl, mix together the cookie crumbs,
confectioners' sugar and 1/3 cup cocoa. Add melted butter and stir until well mixed. Pat

into the bottom of a 9 inch springform pan. Bake in preheated oven for 10 minutes; set
aside. Increase oven temperature to 450 degrees F
In a large bowl, combine cream cheese, white sugar, 1/4 cup cocoa and flour. Beat at
medium speed until well blended and smooth. Add eggs one at a time, mixing well after
each addition. Blend in the sour cream and Irish cream liqueur; mixing on low speed.
Pour filling over baked crust.
Bake at 450 degrees F for 10 minutes. Reduce oven temperature to 250 degrees F, and
continue baking for 60 minutes.
With a knife, loosen cake from rim of pan. Let cool, then remove the rim of pan. Chill
before serving. If your cake cracks, a helpful tip is to dampen a spatula and smooth the
top, then sprinkle with some chocolate wafer.

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY

2013-03-17T22:52:00.000-04:00

DID YOU KNOW...

The Irish flag is green, white and orange. Green symbolizes the people of the south, and orange the north. The white represents the peace that brought them together as a nation.

The first St. Patrick's Day was celebrated in 1737 in Boston, Massachusetts.

St. Patrick was born around 385AD

The first official St. Patrick' s day parade was held in New York City in 1766.

The harp is a symbol of Ireland.

The color of green is commonly associated with Ireland, also known as "the Emerald Isle".

According to the Guinness Book of World Records, the highest number of leaves found on a clover is fourteen!

It is estimated that there are about 10,000 regular clovers for every four-leaf clover.

Legend says that each leaf of the four leaf clover means something: the first is for hope, the second for faith, the third for love and the fourth for luck.

Happy St. Paddy's Day from the DRL Crew!

WHAT MATTERS

2013-03-03T22:04:00.003-05:00

Barbara Ward-Finneran

Taking one day, one moment, at a time.

Laughing till it hurts and tears stream your cheeks.

Having faith beyond reason.

Every little fantasy that can be a reality.

Caring for parents who always cared for you.

Songs that make you smile and warm your heart with memories.

Saying "I love you" and meaning it with actions & deeds

Being kind.

Praying when it's hardest to pray.

Hugging the kids, for no reason at all, just because you can.

Keeping the promises that you make to yourself!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DRL!

2013-02-14T22:05:00.002-05:00

The lounge is two years old today! <3

Happy Birthday Delayed Reaction Lounge and Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!

Thank you to all of our writers and more importantly all of our fans who read our posts! So glad you've been hanging with us and surviving the "storm".

Know "What matters"... Love life! Be brave!
Keep the promises that you make to yourself... and
Please keep on reading!

It's been a fun ride the last two years. I'm looking forward to more!

Love, Peace & Prayers,
Barbara

ARE YOU HUNGRY?

2013-02-14T21:21:00.000-05:00

“The greatest boundaries that we face in our lives are very often the ones

we ourselves create in our minds." — Ellyn Spragins

JILLIAN B. HART

Can right and wrong get mixed up? Is there a time and place to blur the lines? Cross the line? Is life always as simple as black and white --- when you see endless shades of gray?

Is there a dream or a fantasy that you hide in your heart, that if opportunity presented itself you would act on it? Doesn't everyone have one or more of those tucked away somewhere? (Are you fooling yourself if you are shaking your head no as you read this post.) That secret - never shared, like some taboo topic that is avoided at all costs. An honesty perhaps not even obvious or admitted to yourself.

Honesty, integrity and self esteem weigh heavily on the success of many relationships. But, relationships change. People change. Passion fades. Distance grows. Sex can be an action without an emotional reaction. Lovers can become more like housemates. Life is not static. Yet so often the most important relationship in your life is. It stops growing. You stop dreaming. Would acting on a fantasy help or harbor the union? Does a happier "you", make for a better "we"? Do the rules change if there is an act of promiscuous nature involved? If it stays in your head and heart is it okay, is there no harm done? A one night stand can be written off and forgiven whereas something with a history or connection means game over. Is an emotional attachment a means to justify or make matters worse? What if no one ever knew? Acting on a fantasy could feed and fuel your libido, whereas the opposite may forever starve your soul. Can carnal desires or something unfinished ever completely be snuffed out? Is sex ever really just sex?

SOUL FOOD

2013-02-14T21:08:00.001-05:00

Barbara Ward-Finneran

Transformation must be for yourself or it will not be valid. The new person who emerges gains freedom from their "demons". The process can be painful - but if done with faith in yourself, hope for all you want to achieve, and love of who you are and will become - success will be a given! Choose it. Choose yourself!

Keep the promises that you make to yourself!

Photo Courtesy of Drawn 2 Designs, LLC

WHAT IS LOVE???

2013-02-14T00:56:00.003-05:00

Barbara Ward-Finneran

"Love: Noun,

-a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

-a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

- sexual passion or desire.

a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.

Verb,

- to have love or affection for

- to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).

- to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in:

- to need or require; benefit greatly from:

- to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover."

What is love? Can it be defined? I love you. Those words mean everything. Say so much, but they are not enough. Love really is all about the action. More about the giving then the receiving. Yet when we give and give we never seem to run out. Love multiplies. It should never divide. In essence love is the willful intent to serve the well being of another. The most profound and unconditional ways one puts another ahead of themselves. Do you love? Do you love enough? Do you love unconditionally? Do you get enough... give enough? Do you allow it to know no boundaries? Do you believe it can never be destroyed? Have you been addicted to it? Burned by it? Shut down to it? Have you given it at all costs?

It's amazing how when someone tells you that they love you it is wonderful and good... but it does not compare to when you have lost that love. If someone takes it away, ends a friendship, says they don't love you anymore, or dies and leaves you knowing it's still there but in an unfathomable way that is torture... you are so overwhelmingly filled with pain and sorrow. Is that because we take love and all it's beauty for granted? Once you get love, you assume that it will always be there in the same comfortable capacity.

Love takes work. In all areas and in all aspects. Work that is worth it. There is no price to put on it. There is not a greater treasure then to have gained love. We should treat and value it always like a priceless gift that could never be replaced. That should be done everyday. Can you imagine if everyone tried to love just a little bit harder and a little bit more and not let all the "mess" and "chaos" of life get in the way. Love more, worry less. Love life and be brave. Love yourself enough so that you can love others and love God above all things........

It's Valentines Day and everyone, or most people are all about the love today. As for me, not the biggest fan of Valentines Day... It's a fine day. Saint Valentine was a cool dude. I think we should remember to show our love everyday in constant and unending ways. Valentines may not be my "fav", yet, I am a hopeless romantic. I am a BIG BIG fan of LOVE in all it's many styles and flavors, from friendship to passion and every relation and connection with heart strings in between. Today doesn't have to be about cupids and arrows. (Athough, there better be chocolate!!! Oh, who am I kidding, I work chocolate in everyday. Lol) But it should be, like all days about L-O-V-E!

Enjoy your day!

I hope you all are blessed enough to feel the LOVE <3 <3 <3

If you are looking for some inspiration for how to say I love you in a different way tonight or any other - borrow some inspiration from the famous quotes below and or find endless ideas with just few moments of time and a smatter of key strokes on Google.

“Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.” - Mark Twain

“Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.”

-Vincent Van Gogh

“L’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle.”

“The love that moves the sun and the other stars” -Elizabeth Gilbert

"I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day." - Nicholas Sparks

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
While loving someone deeply gives you courage." - Lao Tzu

"To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven." - Karen Sunde

"The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart." - Helen Keller

“We can do no great things only small things with great love.” - Mother Teresa

"Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it." - Robert Mitchum

"Thou art to me a delicious torment." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"And in the end, the love you take
Is equal to the love you make." - John Lennon and Paul McCartney

"The best proof of love is trust." - Dr. Joyce Brothers

"Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life for which the first was made."

- Robert Browning

“I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.” - D. H. Lawerence

WARM UP WITH THIS REPRISE... ;)

2013-01-24T14:39:00.000-05:00

BABY, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE

Jillian B. Hart

As twilight fell the light snow was still dancing in the cold northern wind. The clouds hung low and grey still threatening to once again devour the panorama before him in the depths of winter white. The cold wet, sweeping through his hair and chilling his skin as he heaved the shovel and tossed the heavy snow on the growing mound. The sparkling powder was packed and the enormity of excavating a path was exhausting. His muscles were pumped and aching as the winter wind blew bitter around him.

His footsteps disappearing behind him in the new falling snow as he anxiously marched through the bone chilling air towards the warm light waning through the windows. Strong casual strides brought him quickly to the stoop steps and he climbed them two at a time reaching for the handle. As his fingers were about to grasp the knob, the door pulled away from him. The draft that flew in sent shivers skipping down her spine. The vision of his damp black pants molded to his muscular legs followed by a form fitting ski jacket, that accented linebacker like shoulders, enticed goose bumps to decorate her flesh, as his deep brown eyes met hers and a smile widened across his face. His eyes brighten while brows raised and his gaze drifted from seductive eyes, past soft curves, hugged by a sophisticatedly simple knit dress. It’s vertical line of buttons revealing a moderate peek of cleavage and stopping just high enough to expose a glimpse of tawny flesh before the over the knee stiletto boots wrapped her curvy calfs, like a wet tee shirt coheres to bare skin. A welcomed display that awakened his libido and cause the blood to rush between his legs.

“Baby, it’s cold outside.” He jokingly stated, as he wrapped one arm around her and pushed the door closed behind him with the other.

Scooping her closer, as her sultry eyes held his glance, she let out a low sexy giggle and said, “Cold enough to catch your death. You’d better warm up.”

Sucking in a shuddery breath as she linked her warm fingers around his neck and nestled them under his scarf on his cold skin. Internal desire twisted, warming him from the inside out and a burst of heat shot through his groin. Anticipation danced in her eyes. Her hands fell forward and tugged the zipper on his coat until it fell loose and she could slip her arms around his waist and nuzzle closer to him. Her soft lips brushed his jawline and dotted kisses down his neck leaving a warm wet trail, on his chilled skin, from his earlobe to his collarbone. Her hands glided up his strong back and help to free him from the restraints of his coat, which fell carelessly to the ground. Her leg pressed against him and she instantly knew his desires were as escalated as her own by the firm pressure against her hip as they embraced tighter.

He pushed his body against hers and put his mouth near her ear and whispered, “I could use some help getting warm.”

Her eyebrows raised playfully as she responded, “Think hot thoughts, baby”.

His mind filled with wild and wicked images as hormones rocketed. Her innocent sensuality dripping with the sexiness of a siren aroused all of his senses and caused a pulsing between his legs, leaving him feeling slightly lightheaded. His handsome chisel features highlighted by the blush from the cold and rush of his blood melted her heart. Gently brushing the cinnamon tendrils from her cheeks he cupped her face and lifted her chin. Her tongue barely poked though parting her lips and ran around them leaving a glossy shine, as she felt his warm breath and intoxicating scent surround her. Desire flowed as their eyes met and his hands ran through her hair nudging her closer. Their lips brushed just delicately at first. Yet the barely there touch teased of what was to come and ignited heart pounding passion. Their lips blending as one, as soft pressure stole their breath. Sucking in air breathlessly, tongues touched and traced circles together. Her hands tightened around him and the excitement increased as the warmth of his kiss penetrated deeper and deeper within her. The kiss, making her weak in the knees and the heat of her desire peak at the apex between her thighs. Listening to her low moaning, he took possession of her mouth and sexily snaked and tangled her tongue with his ever more passionately, - with every moment tasting sweeter. Parting to draw a calming breath to fill his lungs with much needed air, her eyes fluttered open and longingly met his, raising the heat pumping through her veins from simmer to boil. She blew out a voluptuous pant, her dark chocolate eyes were full of want. Her lashes flickered, her mouth in a provoking pout, she thrust her pelvis forward pressing against him and urging him on.

“Are you thinking hot thoughts, yet?”

He groaned and drew her in tighter while swooping her off her feet and helplessly into his embrace. With a triumphant smile he followed the sounds of the crackling fire and tenderly laid her down by the warmth of it’s heat, leaning in to mesmerize her with more kisses. Running hands over his back she tug the shirt free from his waist and glided it over his head. He surfed his tongue over her full fleshy lips and drew them in. Loving the way her mouth moved under his lead. Her purr vibrated quietly in his ear prompting his pulse to peak.

She raked her fingers though his raven locks and encouraged his touch as her body seemed to liquefy against his. Pressure building in his tightening pants he sank deeper kisses into her mouth and felt her hip sway invitingly under his. Her arms around his neck she kissed him long and deep matching the intensity of his every move. His kisses broke from her lips and traced the landscape of her form. Her head tilting back as a quiet moan escaped her mouth. Her heartbeat racing as her dress fell to the floor and he continued to explore her soft flesh. Her warm breath coming fast heavy as he kissed and suckled the sensuous curves and valleys of her body. She indulged in working the waistband of his pants massaging the swelling bulge as she unfastened the button and tugged on the zipper. They writhed with excitement while wriggling free from their remaining clothes - hands stroking and petting each other with a storm of erotic awareness. He ran his fingers up her legs climbing slowly higher until he reached her heated core. Dark lashes fluttered around her expressive eyes, the breath stolen from her lungs, she moanfully managed to whisper, “Don’t stop, touch me more”. His hand slid higher and met warm wetness and stroked her inner fire as she completely surrendered to his touch...

SOUL FOOD

2013-01-18T11:24:00.001-05:00

Barbara Ward-Finneran

Never settle for a spark when your soul yearns for a roaring fire!

Find your passions. Intertwined with goals and dreams.

Feed them and you unlock all your endless potential.

Follow your passions. For without them, is there purpose?

Be alive in them. Let them drive you.

Allow them to be the wings that give your spirit flight.

Only then... can all the rest follow!

Keep the promises that you make to yourself!

Photo Courtesy of Barbara Ward-Finneran and Drawn 2 Design, LLC

COMFORT ZONE - Part I

2013-01-10T23:59:00.003-05:00

Barbara Ward-Finneran

The "Comfort Zone", usually a great place to be, a fine place to hang out. But, truth be told, one can become very complacent if they hang there too long. There is such a thing as being too comfortable. Dare I say, if you stay there too long it's boring. It's an easy place to be ---and in this fast paced, over scheduled life, who doesn't like easy? Aren't easy and boring very different? Which is worse? Can't either be a blessing or a curse? There are days I'd beg for boring. Usually in the desire for the not dramatic, non eventful, less then two hours of homework, and car breaking down for the 3rd time in 8 weeks kind of way (Oh, yes, it did, UGH! Can't even get think about the bill - YIKES!). It's usually a more personal occurrence that transpires for us to realize that we are in a rut. To borrow a line from Oprah, an "ah-ha" moment, that thought, that makes you glow rather then imagine your reflection in the mirror with a hand in the shape of an "L" on your forehead. Knowing you have to break free from stuck in rut, doesn't mean that you aren't busy beyond words, or burning the candle at both ends and in the middle with a blow torch. Or working your bottom off to make ends meet, and doing a cracker -jack job at it --- but rather the root of this rut is when consistently everything is more of the same ol', same ol', day in and day out. Life needs a little shake up sometimes. I don't mean those unexpected and often un-welcomed "bumps" in the road that we are taught to embrace. Not the "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" stuff. Something you plan. A challenge. An adventure. Then even the same ol', same ol', can seem fresh and new. It can be small or it can be big. But if you shake things up it'll make something in your life just a little bit prettier. Not certain about that theory? Look at that dollar store snow globe that you forgot to pack away with the holiday trims. Now shake it. Instant beauty. Isn't that what a challenge does for us? Shakes up our insides and gets the blood and adrenaline flowing. Whether it's because you are excited or terrified, the effect is often the same. As is that sense of accomplishment when the task is completed. When you exhale and smile with pride. Instant beauty!

SAY IT ISN'T SO DR. OZ!

2013-01-09T23:17:00.000-05:00

Marion Pellicano Ambrose

While health food gurus and cosmetic companies are pushing the benefits of palm oil, the demand for this product is actually pushing wildlife and local communities out of their tropical forest habitats. Even the famous Dr. Oz had recommended the use of Palm Oil, though I’m sure he was unaware of the disastrous consequences to wildlife and the environment. The use of palm oil as a biodiesel is on the rise. In addition, it is significantly contributing to the release of climate warming gases.

Indonesia

, the leading supplier of palm oil in the world, is now emitting more greenhouse gases than any other country except China.

FROM THIS TO THIS

Among the endangered species affected by deforestation due to palm oil production are the Sumatran Tiger and the Orangutan. As you may know, I have a special interest in the latter. If you had the opportunity, as I have had, to look into the eyes of this magnificent creature, you would never dream of using palm oil.

PONGO

Orangutans are divided into two species, the Bornean and the Sumatran . Both are native inhabitants of Asia. The redish-brown hair of the Orangutan is absolutely striking, and the adult male cheek pads are impressive and give them an attractive round face. One of the most heartwarming things about driving on to the property at The Center For Great Apes in Wachula, Florida, is hearing the distinctive long calls of the males, attracting females or intimidating rivals. It echoes through the forested compound like a song.

As you walk down the pathways around and under the system of overhead chutes that allow the orangutans and chimpanzees to wander all over the acre grounds, you feel their joy in being up in the trees or in their gigantic open structures that mimic their natural habitat. What strikes me most is the intelligence of these primates. They love to play with toys and show off for passers by. Some do a special dance, while others seem to grin as they fill their mouths up at their fountain and spit water at you. The seem to get the humor in it all.

I remember on my first visit, a young female Orang followed me everywhere I walked. She seemed to be amused and it was as if she wanted to play with me. On taking a closer look, I noticed she had no arms. This was Mari. She was born in a drug research facility and lost her arms as an infant. Here, at the CFGA, she lives a happy and fulfilling life, learning to do everything she needs with her feet. At my last visit, she was happily living with her mate, the HUGE, handsome Pongo. (By the way, a docent later told me that the reason Mari followed me around was because of my redish-brown hair. She thought I was another Orangutan!)

I write about these amazing animals so you will feel the personal connection that I do. They are SO smart and feel love, sadness, joy and anger. They like to play, be with their families, learn and enjoy life, just as we do. These particular primates have suffered much in their lifetimes, in circuses, show business, and research labs. Some were bought as exotic pets and when their owners found out what we all should know, wildlife belongs in the wild, they were sold or caged to contain them. The happiest day for each of these creatures was when they were brought to the CFGA.

Unfortunately, the story does not have a happy ending for all Orangutans. Those living in the forests of Indonesia are forces out of their habitat. Some Palm Farmers, in an attempt to protect their new palm oil plantations form the animals returning, shoot, burn and beat the creatures. Others die from lack of food and water. They don’t have a beautiful compound waiting for them. They are destined to die a miserable death. Such a tragedy for so noble and intelligent a being- and so unnecessary.

What can you do?

*STOP buying products containing Palm Oil. Look closely at labels. Palm Oil is in cosmetics, candy, soap and pastry dough , among other things.

*Educate yourself and others about endangered species, such as the Orangutan and Sumatran Tiger.

*Support organizations that protect and defend endangered animals.

http://animals.about.com/od/wildlifeconservation/p/natureconservancy.htm
http://animals.about.com/od/wildlifeconservation/p/worldwildlifefund.htm
http://www.centerforgreatapes.org/

*Support organizations that rescue these animals and give them back their dignity and lifestyle as much as possible. (Such as the Center For Great Apes)

http://www.centerforgreatapes.org/

*Follow the advise of these two sages:

"Live simply so that others may simply live." Mother Elizabeth Seton

"Become a possibilitarian. No matter how dark things seem to be or actually are, raise your sights and see possibilities - always see them, for they're always there. " ~Norman Vincent Peale

CASEY'S BACK IN COURT,OR IS SHE?

2013-01-07T23:36:00.000-05:00

Marion Pellicano Ambrose

Casey Anthony was tried for the murder of her 2 year old daughter, Caylee in 2012. Caylee disappeared in 2008. Her body was found dumped in the woods near the Antony home.

While Casey was aquitted of the murder charge, she was sentenced to 3 years for lying to Yuri Melich, the lead detective. Anthony stated that she had left Casey with a babysitter named Zanaida Fernandez Gonzalez claiming that she, Gonzalez, was responsible for the child's disappearance. Gonzales is suing for defamationof character,saying Casey's accusations have ruined her life.

Casey is due to appear in court today, but one her attorney claims she will not be present and he will accept the subpoena in her place. She has been in hiding since her release from jail last year. WIth the 3 years served and time off for good behavior, Anthony is scheduled to finish her sentence on Sunday , after having served one year probation.

THE NIGHTMARE'S NOT OVER!

2013-01-04T03:08:00.000-05:00

Marion Pellicano Ambrose

The nightmare that was Hurricane Sandy is not over for many east coast residents. Can I even call them residents? Scores of people are still homeless and living in shelters and some are actually living on the streets. It’s January 2013 and there are fellow Americans still without power, living in what’s left of their home with mold and refuse all around them. Many Americans and organizations have been kind and generous in their response to the disaster, but what about our own government? As Sandy struck, politicians got up and promised quick response, relief and assistance. And then there was the House of Representatives!

Tuesday night, House Speaker John Boehner, allowed the house to adjourn after 'fiscal cliff' talks, but, before taking up a much broader $51 billion aid package for Sandy victims. It was "disappointing and disgusting to watch," said New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie, blaming "the toxic internal politics of the House majority."

"New Jersey deserves better than the duplicity we saw on display," he said, adding, "Shame on Congress." Christie said he had tried to reach Boehner on Tuesday night after the latter canceled a vote on the aid bill, which had already been approved by the Senate. "He did not take my calls," said Christie.

In a news conference, Christie said he joined people of his state in feeling "betrayed" and added that the move summarizes "why the American people hate Congress."

In a statement, Christie and New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo wrote: "This failure to come to the aid of Americans following a severe and devastating natural disaster is unprecedented. The fact that days continue to go by while people suffer, families are out of their homes, and men and women remain jobless and struggling during these harsh winter months is a dereliction of duty. "

The plan being considered by the House Friday would send $9 billion in immediate assistance for floor insurance for Sandy victims. The other, broader, $51 billion aid package will be tackled by lawmakers on January 15. My question is, why does it have to wait? These people are suffering and in immediate need. Take a look at how conditions in some of the affected areas look NOW!

Many of us come from these east coast areas and have family and friends still living in deplorable conditions. Members of our own DRL staff have suffered great damage and hardship due to Sandy. My sister still lives in Brooklyn. Luckily, she lives in what was Zone 2 and sustained little damage. She drove to our childhood home in Sheepshead Bay and called me almost in tears. The home we grew up in was gutted and had a bright orange paper taped to the front. Most of the houses were destroyed or so damaged they were uninhabitable. Our childhood friends’ homes in what we called “the courts” were demolished. The beautiful, historic Emmons Avenue, the heart of Sheepshead Bay had boats up on the street. The footbridge was under destroyed and large deposits of sludge formed on the sides.

The story is even worse in Long Island, Breezy Point, the Jersey Shore, parts of Connecticut, and other northeaster areas. And now they deal with dirt, filth, rubble, and on top of that – snow and cold. How can members of the House go home to their comfortable air conditioned or heated homes with their electricity, food, and family intact when they know so many are going without all these things?

And what about FEMA? Don’t even get me started! An untold number of storm victims have been rejected for aid by FEMA for a host of reasons that range from the ridiculous to the confounding. One engaged couple happens to have the same last name and date of birth, though not related at all. FEMA denied them saying they must be related, even though they had proof that it was not true. It seems that FEMA started just sending our form rejections without even finding out what insurance was covering or not.

WHAT CAN WE DO? We need to keep reminding Washington that we want quick action and no excuses. Haven’t they had enough practice with the major hurricanes in Florida and New Orleans to have legislation in place to allow for quick and decisive action to provide emergency relief as well as long term assistance?????

Here is a link to help you find your representative.

http://www.house.gov/representatives/find/

Send them a message saying you want immediate action taken. When a vote is taken on January 15^th for a relief bill for the northeast,(as promised) let’s tell them to make sure there is no red tape that will keep the money from being distributed immediately.

Also- keep all those affected by this storm in your thoughts and prayers, as well as these politicians that have the power to help them. Pray that our leaders will choose people over profit, Americans over avarice, and assistance over ambition.

Information for this post was taken from:
http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/video/boos-house-adjourns-hurricane-sandy-relief-18112801

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/new-yorkers-denied-aid-fema-bureaucracy-article-1.1211634#ixzz2GzOzmdFY

http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/politics/2013/01/in-congress-something-old-and-something-new-the-note/

SOUL FOOD

2013-01-04T01:07:00.002-05:00

Barbara Ward-Finneran

Dream big dreams, but relish all the small goals along the way. Those small steps change things. You'll only catch flight on your dreams if your desires and actions push you to soar.

Keep the promises that you make to yourself!

Photo Courtesy of Barbara Ward-Finneran and Drawn 2 Design, LLC

AVOIDING THE FISCAL CLIFF,ONE STEP at a TIME

2013-01-02T02:08:00.000-05:00

Marion Pellicano Ambrose

The US House has voted on a bill to avoid the “fiscal cliff” that we’ve all been dreading. In a late night vote on Tuesday, the bill was approved with a 257-167 vote. Most Democrats approved while many Republicans did not, stating that there weren’t enough tax cuts in the bill. The bill will now go to President Obama’s desk for approval.

I’m no political analyst, but I do know that this would prevent middle-class taxes from going up but would raise rates on higher incomes. It would also block spending cuts for two months, extend unemployment benefits for the long-term jobless, prevent a 27 percent cut in fees for doctors who treat Medicare patients and prevent a spike in milk prices. I think all this is good for A START, but there is much more work to do.

I think our lawmakers need to get themselves busy finding ways to cut spending starting with their own salaries, bonuses, insurance plans, “expense accounts” and other ways. I believe the salary of a president or any politician should not be for life, nor should we pay for traveling expenses unless they are directly related to the business of running this country. Vacations, campaigning, and personal events should have to be paid for out of pocket just like the rest of us. If we have to pay for our medical, dental and life insurance, so should all politicians. I would also like to see a nice, reasonable “cap” put on presidential libraries. In my opinion, there are SO many ways to make cuts that won’t hurt the American people and really isn’t unreasonable to ask of our politicians.

As I said, I’m no expert, so here is some data from the Associated Press and Channel 13 News explaining some of the details of the bill. (picture is from CSPAN)

- Income tax rates: Extends decade-old tax cuts on incomes up to $400,000 for individuals, $450,000 for couples. Earnings above those amounts would be taxed at a rate of 39.6 percent, up from the current 35 percent. Extends Clinton-era caps on itemized deductions and the phase-out of the personal exemption for individuals making more than $250,000 and couples earning more than $300,000.

- Estate tax: Estates would be taxed at a top rate of 40 percent, with the first $5 million in value exempted for individual estates and $10 million for family estates. In 2012, such estates were subject to a top rate of 35 percent.

- Capital gains, dividends: Taxes on capital gains and dividend income exceeding $400,000 for individuals and $450,000 for families would increase from 15 percent to 20 percent.

- Alternative minimum tax: Permanently addresses the alternative minimum tax and indexes it for inflation to prevent nearly 30 million middle- and upper-middle income taxpayers from being hit with higher tax bills averaging almost $3,000. The tax was originally designed to ensure that the wealthy did not avoid owing taxes by using loopholes.

- Other tax changes: Extends for five years Obama-sought expansions of the child tax credit, the earned income tax credit, and an up-to-$2,500 tax credit for college tuition. Also extends for one year accelerated "bonus" depreciation of business investments in new property and equipment, a tax credit for research and development costs and a tax credit for renewable energy such as wind-generated electricity.

- Unemployment benefits: Extends jobless benefits for the long-term unemployed for one year.

- Cuts in Medicare reimbursements to doctors: Blocks a 27 percent cut in Medicare payments to doctors for one year. The cut is the product of an obsolete 1997 budget formula.

- Social Security payroll tax cut: Allows a 2-percentage-point cut in the payroll tax first enacted two years ago to lapse, which restores the payroll tax to 6.2 percent.

- Across-the-board cuts: Delays for two months $109 billion worth of across-the-board spending cuts set to start striking the Pentagon and domestic agencies this week. Cost of $24 billion is divided between spending cuts and new revenues from rule changes on converting traditional individual retirement accounts into Roth IRAs.

OUT WITH THE OLD & IN WITH THE NEW!

2013-01-01T23:39:00.004-05:00

"Write it on your heart that everyday is the best day in the year. " - Ralph Waldo Emerson

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Many blessings to all of our family, friends and fans... Looking forward to good things together.
The best is yet to come!

NEW YEAR WITH THE GOOD GIRL

2012-12-31T01:06:00.000-05:00

At the brink of another New Year there's the reoccurring theme from many of my friends that it's a big deal. I hear their resolutions and promises that they swear they'll keep. Their insistence that this year, it will be different. They are more committed. It's going to happen. 2013 is THE year. And New Year's is all about the promise of a new start. A clean slate.

But on January 1st, 2013, won't it just feel the same as always? You will wake up with a groan and feel those same aches. You will complain about the weather. You will tell your children not to wipe their hands on their clothes. You will get caught in the rain. Like the holidays that come at the end of the year, with all that preparation and effort, the New Year brings so much expectation building momentum as it draws closer. Midnight strikes! The year lies ahead. The fresh start. Then it's gone. All that excitement falling to the ground like a deflated balloon. Not with a bang. Soundlessly. Drifting off into a corner, found days later.

2013 will be like every year we’ve ever known. It is the year of:

Getting too much sun even though you know you shouldn't.
A squeeze of your hand that makes everything better.
Drifting away from a long-time friend.
A great haircut.
Losing those few pounds.
A hug when you need it.
Watching a sunset.
Gaining back the weight.
A crayon drawing from your child that you tuck away.
Forgetting your umbrella.
Coming across the right pair of shoes.
Wasting too much time online.
Laughing with your children.
Crying in the shower.
Sleepless nights.
A book that you'll treasure.
The right words when you need to hear them.
A final good-bye.
The same old.
Last year was so good...and so bad. For me, 2012 was the year I watched my dad struggle with cancer. The year my boyfriend put so much at stake with a new business. The year of too many financial worries and too few professional gains. The year of my friends going through the loss of a parent. Finally acknowledging the anger I have towards my ex's family. Having my purse stolen. Visiting family. Having two summers. Spending time with dear friends and having our children play together. A sunset cruise to the Statue of Liberty. Riding every roller coaster. Another birthday. Another Valentine's Day. Another first day of school. Another Christmas.

This coming year is just like every year, isn't it? With it's struggles and it's triumphs. The joy. The heartbreak.

So I raise a toast to this New Year because it’s the same as it always has been— One where anything could happen.

See you in 2013,
The Good Girl

LET GO TO HOLD ON

2012-12-30T23:56:00.001-05:00

Barbara Ward-Finneran
Two days ago I lost myself in a few glasses of wine. Not something I often do. Just three. Three small glasses. Way more then enough for me. It was enough to push the tears. To allow my guard to go down and the tears to silently slide shinny paths across my cheeks. Sometimes you cry for nothing. Sometimes you cry for everything. Sometimes you don't even know exactly why. Sometimes your heart aches for everything that is and everything that isn't. Sometimes you are just plain overwhelmed by every little thing. Keeping yourself together can be exhausting at times and it's only when you pause, that the inertia breaks and the dam busts. When you keep going, going, going and it's all "good". Stop and you might melt in a puddle. Might stall. Might not be able to start again. It takes more effort to keep it all together then to fall apart. Yet, so rarely do we allow ourselves to fall... the pieces scatter where they may... and sometimes amazingly, if you actually allow them to fall... then the pieces fit back together again. Then you feel lighter, freer, better.

Doesn't matter what your tears are for and where they come from; anger, sadness, loss, despair, missing an old friend, or even when they are joyfully happy - you deserve to take the time to feel them. Slow down. Breathe, just breathe. Sometimes before you can move forward you have to stop and catch you balance. Take care of the moment, take care of yourself. Be authentic and true to yourself and your feelings. Sometimes you have to let go to once again be in control. If you allow your tears to cleanse your heart and free your soul... wash away the worries and the what ifs... Then you can look with fresh eyes and once again find your wine glass half full. Find the beauty in every situation. Focusing on those things that rejuvenate you and give you hope amid all the other "stuff" that life deals you. Remind yourself to never stop believing that you can always have a new beginning. A few tears, a new moment, a new day, a new week, or new year --- All bring a fresh start and infinite possibilities. Choose between turning the page or closing the book. You are the author of what comes next. Let go, to hold on. Find your footing on this amazing journey before you called life. The best is yet unwritten... Feel it, live it, love it!

WHAT MATTERS

2012-12-30T15:47:00.002-05:00

Barbara Ward-Finneran

Hugs from your kids.

Sleeping in during christmas break.

Leftovers that you like to nibble on.

Remembering it's never to late to dreaming BIG.

Sharing a smile with a stranger.

The ache in your heart because you love someone enough to miss them.

When you fall down, get up laughing.

Hearing your son's voice crack and change and bursting with pride at the young man he is becoming.

Memories that warm your heart.

A glass a wine with time for you and it to breathe.

Family. Especially the family that you choose.

Giving tears their time.

Friends, the once that will forever be there - ALWAYS BE THERE!

Keeping the promises that you make to yourself!

MERRY & BRIGHT... and filed with love and faith

2012-12-26T15:06:00.001-05:00

Christmas Singing Flash Mob

CHARLES DURNING: HE DID A LITTLE SIDESTEP

2012-12-25T23:36:00.002-05:00

Marion Pellicano Ambrose

One of my favorite character actors passed away on Christmas Eve. Charles Durning, 89, whose film credits include "The Sting", "Tootsie","Dick Tracy," "Home for the Holidays," "The Muppet Movie," "North Dallas Forty" and "O Brother Where Art Thou?", and my personal favorite : Best Little Whorehouse in Texas", leaves behind more than just a legacy of film and TV roles. Durning appeared in almost 200 movies, countless television shows and dozens of plays, portraying a range of characters from Shakespearean fools to crooked cops to military veterans and even a priest. He was nominated for two Academy Awards and nine Emmy Awards and won a Tony Award for his performance as Big Daddy in a 1990 Broadway revival of Tennessee Williams’s “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.”

But the thing I found most admirable about this man was not his acting career . The fact is,

Durning was a true, blue, WWII hero. According to Yahoo News: Durning was part of the U.S. force that landed at Omaha Beach during the D-Day invasion in June 1944. A few days later he was shot in the hip - he said he carried the bullet in his body thereafter - and after six months of recovery was sent to the Battle of the Bulge.

Durning, who was wounded twice more, was captured and was one of the few survivors of the Malmedy massacre when German troops opened fire on dozens of American prisoners. In addition to three Purple Heart medals for his wounds, Durning was presented the Silver Star for valor.

At an observation of the 60th anniversary of D-Day in Washington, Durning told of the terror he felt and carnage he saw when hitting the beach on D-Day. He said he had to jettison his weapon and gear in order to swim ashore and saw mortally wounded comrades offering themselves as human shields.

"I forget a lot of stuff now but I still wake up once in a while and it's still there," he said. "I can't count how many of my buddies are in the cemetery at Normandy."

Before his acting career, Durning worked as a professional ballroom dancer and teacher.
His other jobs included working as a comedian, night watchman, dishwasher, sightseeing guide, bridge painter, bricklayer, plumber’s helper, bartender and cabdriver. At 30, he was delivering telegrams, while appearing in plays where his payment came from the passing of a hat. With all these life experiences, it's no wonder he became such an amazing character actor.

The world has lost a great actor and an outstanding human being. Rest in Peace Charles, you've earned it!