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Suzie Q

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B-Mental
, 02-21-2008 at 12:04 PM (1419 Views)
Ok, I know I'm just so sexy, and its painful to be this loving! I have to tell you folks about Susie. My Father's youngest sister is my Godmother. Her name is Suzie B. My Mother is the Oldest of 7 children...she has a sister Susan. Suzie D., my aunt, lived all over the world, she is a genius, and people call her crazy. The ONLY boy of the 7 children is a kind and benevolent man. Uncle Jim, man, what a MAN! He has always been ahead of his time. He didn't marry until later, and he has 2 children, Johnny D., and Josie D. Both of Jim's kids are autistic. They recognise kindness, and ... I wish I had a picture of my Suzie!

Renae apparently was only in my life to use my faith to heal herself...buh bye! Suzie Br. has cerebal palsy! She is beautiful, kind, shy, and can't run away like the other women. I joke, but she makes me drive off the road as though her van is bulletproof(ps sorry about the oilpan)...I haven't met a gal that makes me feel such youth. Her body is strong, but her use of her muscles is uncoordinated. She replies to my e-mails with such succinctly beautiful words. I would do anything for her. We are in a cooling off period. You know us romantics. I have to have it my way. What a load of crap I am. If I can't love this beautiful woman...I am truly a lost cause. I hope I don't mess this up...I really hope I don't mess this up. Talk about a long suffering person, and I don't know if its Pendragon, or Mtpspur, or Mtp's wife, or Suzie, or Captain Pike, or just plain old craphead me.

I'm not going to blog our first date, but she was wheelchair bound, and her sister drove. They came over to my apartment, and we played find the flowers on the night before Valentines' Day. Suzie and her sister Lena both walked off with close to a dozen yellow and red roses. I kept three for the memories, and those are huge flowers...

That night Lena wrote in my guest book... Oh, I'll blog it some other time. Mom is still here. I've been worried sick about her. She caught pneumonia and missed Jane's party. She is feeling much better now though. See ya, B
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  1. kiz_paws's Avatar
    Firstly I don't want you to call yourself 'craphead' ... you are B, shining knight of LitNet, with a great sense of humour, delightful stories, fantastic blog, the list goes on. No, no crapheads around here that I can see ... Your relating the 'find the flowers' was sweet, so atypical of ya, B. Those girls don't know how lucky they got it. Anyhow, I'll close by saying that I do hope your mother gets stronger and shakes that pneumonia. You will all be in my thoughts, Pete. Cheers, K♥z
  2. ampoule's Avatar
    As soon as I saw Suzie Q, I just had to look at this blog. Suzie Q is one of my favorite songs by Creedence Clearwater Revival. If your Suzie hasn't heard of it, she might like it.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMJXYWOC68E
  3. mtpspur's Avatar
    Just stop and breathe--just stop and breathe. Women have all the power--women have all the power--please to remember and respond accordingly. Your friend sounds very sweet and the flower hubt sounded intriguing. I don't think you give yourself credit for being a catch. Just enjoy the company and wait for the heart to turn in your direction.
  4. B-Mental's Avatar
    Well, thank you for these kind comments.... I am not ashamed to tell you how much this woman deserves me. There is always a butt. I know I am not a craphead. I think Suzie knows it... I don't know if the whole world knows that she is my angel. I am the jack...the one eyed jack, the jack @$$. I still have sins I cannot forgive myself for, and they are so minor. When I was a child, I was beaten...in a fight by an older child. I came home with no loss of honor, and was beaten by an adult. I was broken and could not walk. The rumors of me having a broken back were exaggerated. I was quite, I do believe the word is fortunate. The only pain I've ever felt is loss...loss of a loved one, its the worst, and I wish I could stop feeling this pain... I don't want to tell you why my bunk number in the same unit that Pat Tillman was in was bunkl #103. I had a ticket for that flight, you know the one over Lockerbie, but my military unit was sent as an advanced unit...I took flight 102 instead...I am forbidden to read the names of those I could have loved...good night amigos, B