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  • ContactRida 6:39 am on February 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , matter, meaning, need,   

    tell me again 

    tell me you love me
    tell me i matter
    tell me i belong to you
    tell me all the things i need to hear
    to make me believe i am beautiful in your eyes
    tell me you need me
    tell me i intoxicate you
    tell me everything i need to hear
    to believe i matter
    tell me i am too smart for you
    tell me i will go far
    tell me over and over again
    why i matter
    i need to know that i matter
    i need to believe i have purpose
    so tell me again
    tell me i matter
    photo credit: http://www.chromemusic.de/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/free-love.jpg

    • EYHCS 8:57 pm on March 2, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Hi ‘Neo’, I love the poem. Thanks for your recent likes on my blog. Take care and good luck on the ebook. Godspeed!

  • ContactRida 11:32 am on February 27, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Trifextra   

    That wasn’t what I meant. 

    “We have deep dish apple pie,” the waiter stated.
    “Can I have my pie covered with nuts and heavy cream?” I cheerfully asked.
    From his flushed face and dry cough, I immediately thought, “That wasn’t what I meant.”


    pie with nuts and heavy cream
    photo credit: http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/03/6d/67/036d67efd2364c7ba6290a0de095a90d.jpg

  • ContactRida 8:34 am on February 27, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    Daily Prompt: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) 

    her sweetest dream continues to haunt her every so often. the dream is always the same: a beautiful man with dark piercing eyes who slyly tries to get her attention. he follows her like a lost puppy. he hangs on her every word. he makes himself indispensable. he is so amored. she eventually melts under his charms. their hands touch, they casually brush against one another while walking, he reaches for something near her as she suddenly moves near him. they accidentally brush lips. they gaze deeply into each others eyes. the whole world is blurred around them with a cosmic pulsation, vibration. this vibration consumes them. they yearn to be a part of the universe and a part of the other. they embrace fingers, move closer together, try to absorb the purity of the moment. a bed, a field, a plush surface appears. they gently float there. clouds it feels like. there but not there. she feels his weight, feels his heat, his fire. her heart races as her thighs part for him. she aches to feel him deep inside of her. she weeps for him. the more she begs for his touch, the more he fades like a mist. she screams for him, pleads, but he vanishes. she wakes with tears in her eyes, longing for that eternal love that has never come…



    photo credit: http://lotzofwallpapers.com/i/holding-hands/holding-hands-wallpaper.jpg

  • ContactRida 7:05 am on February 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    say it in French 

    She sat in the back seat, chewing on her thumb nail. “Sweetie, isn’t this fun?” hay-bales-sandra-cWhen they said they were sending her to France for her 16th birthday, this was not what she had in mind. She expected the Louvre, Champs-Elysées, the fucking Eiffel Tower. Not the annual Festival de Foin with her grandparents in east bumble-fuck France. Was this pay back for setting the garage on fire? “Sweetie, take a picture with your camera eyephone. Your friends will be so jealous!” “Oui, mémère, très jalouse,” she said with masked disdain. If she could roll her eyes in French, she would.


  • ContactRida 11:59 pm on February 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    Weekly Fitness 

    Stairwell smells of smoke. No climb this week, though the fire was enough exercise… and enough stress…



  • ContactRida 11:49 pm on February 24, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    really? another fire? 

    after a god awful 7 days of no ‘me’ time [see previous post] (i can not function unless i have at least 6 hours a day that are just for me. seriously? ok. i’ll go as low as 5, but it was a week from hell which i thought was topped off by me getting a 79.92 on my exam today, but the universe said, “But wait, there’s more!”), i arrive home and the mother loving fire alarm goes off again! I waited 15 minutes. it didn’t stop. i walked onto the terrace and see fire trucks. i didn’t bother to film this 2nd fire. just took some grainy picks. sorry. the fire was in apt 712, another kitchen fire. i know i will develop OCD over the oven now. i’ve already started checking the knobs. this is how ‘mental’ shit starts.

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  • ContactRida 11:36 am on February 22, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: double shift, ,   

    apologies, road kill ahead 

    monday 17th – on campus class, exam
    tuesday 18th – building fire
    wednesday 19th- work double (20 hours total, 4 hrs off clock), get to bed at 3pm
    thursday 20th – wake up at midnight, fix dinner, do homework which takes 5 hours, go to sleep at 7am
    friday 21st – work another double (18 hours total, all on clock)
    saturday 22nd – grocery shopping, trying to get to bed by noon
    saturday 22nd – work overnight, hope to leave work by 9am, then go to mother’s to walk the dog who has a cold
    sunday 23rd – try to wake by 9pm to study for another exam i haven’t prepared for, and post more homework
    monday 24th – try not to fail exam


  • ContactRida 1:57 pm on February 19, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    What would you grab when in a fire? 

    I usually share the following below, but this Tuesday night my building was on fire, literally. I discovered something about myself. I am retardedly calm in a crisis. Oh, and I need a new phone since this one takes wicked awful videos. So I stood outside in the freezing cold for nearly two hours wearing only my robe and my rain coat. You always wonder what you will grab when there’s a fire. I grabbed my keys, my crappy phone and my expensive camera that I used only once. Oh, and I put on my earmuffs.

    Early in the video I startled two firemen who were battling the apartment blaze. When they told me to be careful, clearly they were thinking, “God always protects the retarded.” There’s rushing water all around me and silence, but I was concerned that my phone wasn’t capturing the ambiance of a two alarm blaze.

    People were outside fearfully clenching their children and their pets, and then there’s me holding up my phone making idle conversation. There was a guy who wanted to have a glass of wine with me, but I declined. He wasn’t my type. If he were, this would be a very different post indeed.

    I am back in my apartment. I climbed 15 flights of muddy stairs. I’ve put my robe in the wash. I hear glass being shoveled and dumped, probably from that apartment fire. Life is back to normal, well not for the family whose apartment is in wet, soppy ashes, but for the rest of us, the world still spins.

    (climbing stairs at 11:00 minutes)

    Let’s all get in better shape for the new year and for the rest of our lives. It starts with one step. To participate, tag your post with 2014Challenge and include a link to this post, to generate a pingback and help others find our challenges.

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  • ContactRida 6:45 am on February 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    his last drink 

    She contemplated jumping. Then a brave yet gentle voice crept into her mind, “Why20140212-093952 should you be the one who leaves?”  She thought about all of the years she spent cowering under his abuse. All of the excuses she made for his behavior. All of the lies she told to protect his name. His name. “What about your name?” the voice implored. She gazed at his portrait of her, one of but many of his famous paintings. There it sat in the corner of the hearth behind his nearly empty glass of sangria, a metaphor of her life with him. “Do it tonight.”


    • tinkerbelle96 10:05 am on February 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Ah, murder. Wise choice, after all he did to her, but let’s just hope she plans it thoroughly enough not to get caught!

    • rochellewisoff 5:59 am on February 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Dear Rida,

      Sounds like murderous intent is afoot. Is he worth the prison time? Well written. You got my emotions going.

      Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Once you start, it’s hard to stop. I look forward to reading more from you.



      • ContactRida 6:05 am on February 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        thank you so much. Friday Fictioneers may become a sweet addiction:)

    • Nan Falkner 1:26 am on February 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Good story and I hope she didn’t jump. Find the guy with the missing ear and let him jump! Thanks, Nan

    • patriciaruthsusan 3:05 pm on February 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Well-done story. Good beginning for a longer story.

  • ContactRida 4:59 am on February 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: George Clooney, Matt Damon, phallic, snow man, The Monuments Men, , Valentine's Day   

    uncut monuments ‘snow’men 

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    This is what happens when one mixes sangria with meds. If anyone has George Clooney’s number, please send it my way. And remember, a vagina is a terrible thing to waste…  Happy Valentine’s Day playah!


    • Ye Pirate 10:01 am on February 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I don’t even know what made me think ‘fetish’ was a good thing to click on! Now I’m even less sure!

    • ContactRida 5:53 am on February 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    • T. Dawn 12:55 pm on February 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      That’s just not right. So damn funny though!!

      • ContactRida 5:50 am on February 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        so yes. it is possible to drunk post:) i guess people don’t like huge white balls in their face. i was expecting more Likes, LOL!

        i thought of you today. a girl (30s) at work is leaving, again. she decided after returning from maternity leave, that being at work full-time while daycare raised her baby was not for her. her eyes were like saucers when she described watching her baby grow up. she never lit up when she talked about work. i never saw her smile at work except for today, her last day, and on valentine’s day:) and she was so super nice to me, which she never was before, and we had a real conversation that didn’t involve her correcting yet another newbie mistake of mine:) so more power to the SAHMs!!! so it is true! when Momma’s happy, everybody’s happy:)

        • T. Dawn 7:30 am on February 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

          Yes ma’am! It’s very strange how that happens. I never saw it coming. Thanks for sharing that with me 🙂

          And I’m shocked people didn’t find he balls as funny as I did. It hard for me not to laugh when I see balls…especially big ones. Attach them to a snow penis and I am on the floor laughing!

  • ContactRida 7:17 am on February 13, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: essential personnel, Nor'easter, snow, snow day   

    calm before the Nor’easter 

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    I can’t call out today since I am “essential personnel,” like cops, firemen and EMTs. But I bet the overnight shift won’t show up today forcing me to do an unscheduled double. Sometimes, being a nurse sucks large sweaty balls.


  • ContactRida 11:59 pm on February 11, 2014 Permalink | Reply

    WP Weekly Challenge 

    Let’s all get in better shape for the new year and for the rest of our lives. It starts with one step. To participate, tag your post with 2014Challenge and include a link to this post, to generate a pingback and help others find our challenges.

    Enjoy and Share.

    (every week, it seems to get harder to climb the stairs but i am recovering quicker, i still need to learn a better way to download movies, and create/edit them as well:)

  • ContactRida 11:58 pm on February 10, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: drooling, hot, ,   


    I had class tonight. I didn’t sleep the night before so my brain was fried. I just accepted I would be late for class and took my time getting the later train. I arrive 25 minutes late and the professor isn’t there. The assistant teacher is there though. I sit in class, posture erect as if to will myself ‘up’. The lecture was grueling. Why do teachers still read the power points? I can read them at home. “I don’t come to class to have you read them to me.”

    We finally get to the lab portion. I slowly walked over to the guy I worked with last week. “Do you want to partner again?” I asked. “Sure thing,” he said cheerfully, like a golden Labrador. I pretend not to be excited, “I’ll try to find a closer room this time,” I say in a forced monotone trying so very hard to appear aloof. “Don’t look at his ass. Don’t look at his ass,” I shouted inside my head. I looked. “Oh mamacita.”

    At this point, I am functioning on adrenaline and remaining fuel of a Marie Callender sausage, egg and cheese biscuit. This is dangerous because I ramble incessantly when I haven’t slept as if on a weekend cocaine binge. I kept apologizing for rambling but I wouldn’t “Shut The Fuck Up!” But an amazing thing happened. He revealed that he worked nights too and completely understood what I was going through. He even listened to me talk about my day at work. And he shared his day with me too. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a Mrs. Labrador at home complaining that he never talks about work or ever shares anything with her. Oh well, sucks to be her. He was all mine for those blissful 60 minutes.

    Our time ended and we bid our farewells. “I will see you tonight between my thighs lover,” I purred on the inside. I’m not a complete idiot… but a girl can dream…


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