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I Wore an Abaya to Town

Last Friday when I got the dramatic email from Mr. Tall that because I am not Muslim he can not love me or like me I decided to pull out my very own abaya the islamic dress from my closet. I own one. I wanted to feel close to this religion that I have felt drawn to for a long time. I dressed carefully and left for the mall. People didn’t stare of make me feel strange. I was just a tall woman dressed in back from head to toe. I wondered what Mr. Tall would have thought had he seen me. I came home and hung my dress in the closet. I am so open to other cultures, yet I often get pushed aside as if I am not good enough to be a part of a family or a accepted. I have been married to a Hindu for 18 years and I have dealt with being the American at the table, but I still try and I still try to find my way in this world. I just wanted to share on some of my real life drama.Image

The Odd Mr. Tall

I haven’t written in a while about Mr. Tall I guess he is on his way out of my life. He has became some kind of religous fanatic and told me because I am not 100 percent Islamic he can not like me or love me anymore. This is total B.S., but whatever I am done trying to get someone to love me who wants to be mean and hateful to me. People who have lost loved ones not to death but to selfishness would know what I am going through. I was once madly in love with a tall nerdy guy from Algeria. The sun rose and sat on his emails to me. We laughed, we fought , we fought we made up. Even though I am married he loved me and I loved him. Those of you who read my blog know I got to go to Morocco to meet my friend instead of Mr. Tall. Mr. Tall would not “allow” me to visit him. 

Anyway, months have passed and he threw me away again and this time has become someone who goes to the mosque rather than sit down and smile at me. I miss him, but I really want to  go on with my life and stop being ignored I deserve better than being treated like I am nothing to someone who was once my everything.Image

Welcome to My Psychic Blog

Hi my name is Margo and I would like to welcome you to my psychic blog. I know a lot of you may not believe in Psychic abilities, but did you know we are all born with them? Each one of us has an inner knowing that we often do not trust.

I have always been interested in Psychic abilities and psychic stuff. When I was a little girl I often felt surrounded by angels and was over come with emotion easily. I didn’t know then I was picking up on other’s feelings and carrying around as my own. It was very hard for most of my life  until I began to learn more about empathy and psychic skills.

I began working on a few psychic lines only to hear that I was being “Too nice.” and to try to keep clients on the phone longer so the companies could benefit. It truly upset me because when answers come from Spirit sometimes they come very fast and I was honest even though I need to make money myself. 

I decided to try to work on my own because I can’t cry over another “Boss” telling me to “Just make up something.” 

So here I am and I look forward to talking to you. I am a real person and my motto is I want to be better than a best friend, meaning I really care what you are concerns are.

I look forward to reading with you,

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YOU CAN BE AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL !

People on my facebook often un-friend me because I love to take photos. I love to take photos of me and everything around me. I want to be a superstar. I am not full of myself like some people, I just like to think I looked pretty at that moment. It isn’t all natural. I have to make an effort to take photos. I have to say I deserve this photo. We spend so much of our lives ignoring ourselves. I just decided one day five years ago that I will never be  this way again. I spent most of my life avoiding the camera. I was not a size 2 or a size 14. I have this one tooth that is like a vampire tooth and I would not smile. I was pale and anemic. After my hysterectomy I started gaining some strength and I looked into the mirror those blue gray eyes pleaded with me to realize the beauty of my soul and of my self and I started my photo journey. When I started putting my pics up I had men chase me and I felt like a celeb on a really good day I get compared to Liz Taylor. I have started using photo editor on my Iphone because I get terrible puffiness under my eyes and it makes me feel so bad. I try my best to hide the flaws and focus on the things models would kill for like my cheekbones  thanks to the Cherokees and the sexy lips that rival any porn star’s collagen injected nasty lips …(LOL). I try so hard to get women to think that they can get up and dig out the foundation and start playing around with their clothes and jewelry and feel pretty. If I have made any woman who was put down or ignored stand up for herself then I wasn’t just playing dress up for nothing !
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What Happened To The Guy With The Surfboard?

He came on to me

and he looked like Justin Timberlake

he called me and texted

and swore he was falling in love

when I would not show him

my birthday suit 

he decided

to fly the coop

it’s really sad

he was cute

with his surfboard and saying

“I’m falling for you…”

I get the lines all the time

it is so sad he could not be mine

what happened to the guy with the surfboard?

Does he miss me too?

Has Erotic Lit gone too mainstream?

I have always had a bit of a dirty mind. I am a scorpio. My mom was constantly shocked at my wanting to know more and more about the birds and the bees since I was a baby. I am not going to name any books in particular, because who knows I may write one one day. I just want to talk  about how I don’t like to see these books all over the place with covers boasting “handcuffs and ropes.” I believe that yes, to a point the public who craves erotica should have it..but whatever happened to just oredering these books that make you blush from special places? I don’t like that these books can fall into the hands of a nine year old who sees the word “COCK” (BLUSH) for the first time then searches to find out what one is, what it looks like, how it works etc! It upsets me as a mom to see these books in the aisles of the stores we shop at. The author’s are being celebrated when in the old days they would have been burned at the stake. (BLUSH) I don’t know why I am blushing. Anyway, I want to say that yes…there is a market for these books and it is great that one author in particular is now mega rich and can fly to places I want to go myself, but really folks do we have to have these books within the reach of our children and teenagers.Imagine a teenager getting her hands on these books and goes outside and buys herself some whips and chains…LOL.

 

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Being A John Boy

John Boy Walton wrote a lot. On the show the “Walton’s” The oldest son of John and Olivia Walton wrote about the lives on Walton’s Mountian. I watched the show. He just wrote. He didn’t  have to really have a topic he just wrote whatever was in his heart and own his mind. For a long time now I have been avoiding my blog because I didn’t know what to write about anymore.I was worried it was too private.I guess I can just come back and sit down and type and pretend I am a John Boy and just write about whatever I want.

I love to write. I get distracted. I feel sleepy when I write. I am sure Danielle Steele does not fall asleep over her stories. I want to be a published author. I want someone to stumble upon my work and say “you know what I have a place for you.” I want a house, the car the fans LOL.

My youngest daughter is very creative like me she is making movies with the laptop. She has a passion at 9 years old. I hope she can always have that passion. It is only 4 am here. I couldn’t sleep so I came downstairs and turned on the heat. It is hard to turn on the heat when we have just came out of the darkness of a hurricane, but I will write more about that in another article.

My eyes are almost glued shut. I dressed up like Marilyn Monroe yesterday and I put on false eyelashes. This is always a mess for me. I feel like someone poured elmer’s glue on my my eyes. My ear was throbbing too so I pulled myself out of bed. I have to get the older two off to school and the younest one is not well she has a bad cold so I have to go downtown in the cab to Urgent Care later.

My granny is not well and I am worried sick. She is 93 and all I can do is pray.She is in the hospital. Do I sound like John Boy yet? You will have to watch “The Walton’s” on Youtube and find out.

John Boy Walton wrote a lot. On the show the “Walton’s” The oldest son of John and Olivia Walton wrote about the lives on Walton’s Mountian. I watched the show. He just wrote. He didn’t  have to really have a topic he just wrote whatever was in his heart and own his mind. For a long time now I have been avoiding my blog because I didn’t know what to write about anymore.I was worried it was too private.I guess I can just come back and sit down and type and pretend I am a John Boy and just write about whatever I want.

I love to write. I get distracted. I feel sleepy when I write. I am sure Danielle Steele does not fall asleep over her stories. I want to be a published author. I want someone to stumble upon my work and say “you know what I have a place for you.” I want a house, the car the fans LOL.

My youngest daughter is very creative like me she is making movies with the laptop. She has a passion at 9 years old. I hope she can always have that passion. It is only 4 am here. I couldn’t sleep so I came downstairs and turned on the heat. It is hard to turn on the heat when we have just came out of the darkness of a hurricane, but I will write more about that in another article.

My eyes are almost glued shut. I dressed up like Marilyn Monroe yesterday and I put on false eyelashes. This is always a mess for me. I feel like someone poured elmer’s glue on my my eyes. My ear was throbbing too so I pulled myself out of bed. I have to get the older two off to school and the younest one is not well she has a bad cold so I have to go downtown in the cab to Urgent Care later.

My granny is not well and I am worried sick. She is 93 and all I can do is pray.She is in the hospital. Do I sound like John Boy yet? You will have to watch “The Walton’s” on Youtube and find out.

I am so pissed

I wrote about being a

John Boy Walton

about writing

and the damn thing didn’t

go to my blog

what did I just write for

huh!

I feel alone

I have dreams that

I am looking for you

and you don’t come to me

I can see your face

but you are no where around

I don’t know about anything

this emptiness is more

present than you are

You come and look at me

from time to  time

please talk

like you used to

My eyes are burning

and I want to cry

because I remember 

the words

“I love you”

They were so beautiful

I wish you still love

me,

I miss you

and I feel all aloneImage