Through Skys Eyes

Hey everyone, as we all know breast cancer is a serious topic.  I currently have a good friend of mine going through all her testings, but thank goodness its benign.

But with all the crap we go through as women, why cant we just control the world .. just a little..

well if we did, i guess it might be a little something like this:

send this to any of your friends. Dont forget, Breast Cancer is serious but you have better chances when you find it early. check yourself every few weeks, get your partner to check to .. sometimes two hands are better than one.

Ok so here I am at work, doing my usual boring office stuff i gotta do each day in and out. But its cool, cause thats what pays the rent.

I gotta seduction by Usher blasting in my head set.. damn that man is hot.. but anyways.. back to work..

I got myself repeating in my head “concentrate, concentrate” but for some reason my mind keeps wandering to sex.

Maybe it has something to do with the song thats blasting in my ears right now, or maybe it has something to do with Usher or  Maybe cause last night I went out on a date that didnt quite go as planned.

He wanted some, but its like he just out there with it. And that is the biggest turn off for me, I need passion, i need intimacy, I need kissing. God do I love kissing. but anyways back to this.

So i saw this article on Womens Health Magazine, called “56 reasons to have sex” well you know me, I only need 2 reasons, “when and where” but my mind was there , so i figured id have a read. and it had me laughing. The funny thing is, i read the comments after it, one particular guy said “More women need to read this”I think he probably thought if more women read this, he might have more chances of getting laid. which makes me laugh, cause its funny how a guy can never turn to him self and think “hmm maybe its me, maybe she just dont want to sleep with me, maybe im doing something wrong” instead the first thing a guy does is “there something wrong with that woman, or find some other excuse.”

But i thought i’d bring a couple of these points up or “reasons”to have sex. Cause I believe sex is an important and vital part of a relationship, especially if you want it to last. I mean if you sick of him, then so be it. but if you want to keep him or her, then you gotta make that other person feel special and there aint no better way to do that than by having a nice all nighter with that special person, phones off, bubbles in the bath, strawberries and cream, some champagne.. well i wont get to carried away.. but you dont need all those extras, just the two of you and the mood is enough.

For example one time my ex sent me txt message stating how he missed me etc and we hadn’t seen each other in days, so i knew he had the day off from work, so i took a half day left at lunch, headed over there and spent the day just in each other arms doing our secret dance under the sheets. there was nothing planned, or anything else but us, but it was beautiful.

So you don’t need props or anything, sometimes they can make things exciting, but so can the beach at night or the back seat of a car.. the sky is the limit, use the imagination.

Anyway I know i get carried away, but here are some of these reasons, that i liked:

• Apparently having sex makes you happier than money does. So if we all have sex then this economic crisis wont bug us no more lol.
• It also mellows our moods. so before going into some high pressure meeting where you know your going to crack, go call your partner up for a quickie.
• For all you constantly sick people, having regular sex boosts your immune system by 30% how they get that percentage, i dont know. but hey thats pretty cool.
• having sex releases an overload of endorphins and can alleviate pain from arthritis and menstrual cramps. Can i get an AMEN!!
• This one i love. Did you know that when men have sex, they are so filled with oxytocin that they are now at our level. So you know if you want him to propose or do something girly, you need to sleep with him and then start dropping hints, but do it quick cause that shit wears off.
• Here is the ironic part, apparently us women absorb some testosterone during sex, so we now no longer care about that girly shit. lol just joking.  but we do get an increase in energy levels from the testosterone.
• …And we get a firm butt, and tighter tummy. Kick those hours of torture at the gym to the curb.
• Did you know sex can save your mans life??? well ok not exactly the way your thinking, but it reduces his chances of suffering a heart attack or a stroke.
• Get flexible. Sex can help make you flexible and score that job as a snoop dogg back up dancer.
• You dont need to speak his language. Its great aint it. you have hot passionate sex, and you dont even need to speak to the guy. it dont matter if he speaks italian, spanish, chinese, canadian (lol) sex is sex.. in any language… “baby speak to me in french all you want… you cant say anything stupid to turn me off now.. cause i dont understand you” just heavenly aint it.. worse thing when you getting right into it and he just say something stupid.. like “did you cum yet?”or Äre you on the rag?” baby if i was on the rag, you would know about it by now.. you only just stuck your head down there 5 minutes ago..
• sex releases tension unless you sleep with a man that just spends the entire time saying stupid things.
• use it or lose it.. the more sex you have the more testosterone you produce which makes you feel like having sex. if you go with out sex for a while, then you wont feel like having sex cause you have very little testosterone. possible have low levels of energy and become more emotional or restless too.
• have a headache.. not any more.. have some horizontal pain relief.
• strengthen your core!! yes pilates people.. where do you think they get those damn moves from.. huh. well i dont have proof, but let me tell ya, i enjoy pilates much more when i got my partner with me.
• best excuse for pricey lingerie
• Active sex life slows the ageing process according to mr David Weeks.

So too bad im single now, cause now i have to go fishing.. but for all of you guys and gals not getting it on together and you have a partner… don’t make me come over and slap you!!! get over there, start with the kisses on the neck, then some more beautiful hot passionate kissing and close the door, turn of the phones, and get that prince record on . and start working on your pilates moves.

Till next time..

Sky the native diva signing out.. ..

I love to write when i get the chance, but i seem to be so busy these days that i rarely get the chance to write. I love it and i miss it so much, its funny how we put aside the things we love to make way for things we believe is neccesary.

so here is something i scribbled on paper but it is not finished. so forgive the rawness.

I am red and I am beautiful

Even while eating loads of fry bread

I am still beautiful

I’m walking down this path

wearing my blue bling and big blue hooped earings

waving as I see these rez rockets pass

with passengers that I know and love, from now and past.

I think of the past, of family and friends that never last

and of the times we thought our people would not survive the days of fools and gold.

Yes I am red and I am a Beautiful frybread woman

I live in these two worlds simultaneously

but i have it down now, like  intriquite quill and bead work.

but I remember the stories my Ate shared,

of the time they held the knee and fought back for what our ancestors believed.

I still burn sage and make tabacco ties, while sipping on mocha lattes and sending instant message replies.

I guess there are people out there, that call me a modernistic indian, not really red, not really true,

but red is red , no matter who’s eyes you look through.

Red is red, I am red and I am beautiful and so are you.

By C. A. Sky

The other day I was at the gym, doing my huge work out. Yes I do get off my butt from time to time and wobble myself down to the gym and hit that treadmill.lol

So there I was in my best work out clothes, walked the long walk down to the gym, I usually try and go there as quick as I can cause its a great warm up. I ran up the stairs the gym, by this stage im excited about getting to the gym, cause for me its a great stress reliever. Usually by the end of my work out I am so exhausted, that I cant even worry or stress about anything. I run up, say hi to the owners, do my regular chit chat i do, grab my bottle of water and run into the small womens gym room.

So I hit the on button of my treadmill, put my bottle of water and phone into the drink holder, turn my treadmill on at 4.5 miles per hour and start walking briskly on the treadmill.

The speakers is pounding out dance music, and im moving and grooving to the beat. I have the timer set to 15 minutes. constantly all that is going through my mind is every step i take is getting me closer to my ultimate goal. every step I take is getting me closer to my ultimate goal.

That day was a huge day, kids woke up late, work was hectic, people in an out of the office demanding something from me, get home and have clients from my designing business wanting this and that, kids wanting food, toys, hugs, complain and vent, my to do list is screaming at me from the fridge door, and it was all too much. In the end the gym to me felt like my only way out. I still hadn’t even sat down at home, i walked through the door, fixed the kids, took business phone calls, and answered emails at the same time, it felt as if i was never going to get a chance to sit down and relax.

So while i was on the treadmill i was trying to chant this so i wouldnt let that stress back in my head, but somehow stess has a way of getting in no matter what you do.

My chant started changing to, gotta get the kids uniforms washed by morning, - my daughter has swimming lessons tomorrow, etc

Its amazing how this happens. Even when you try to block it all out, it still creeps in. anyway I finished my 15 minutes on the treadmill and I didnt realize but I was sweating like I have never sweated before.

I had drips falling off my eyelashes and chin. So i was impressed and happy with my work out on the treadmill, i wiped my face, grabbed a magazine that had jenifer aniston on the front cover and sat on the work out bike. Looked for a half decent article to read, found one, had a couple of pictures in it, started pedalling on my bike, pressed the start button, set my time duration and level and i was off.

I began to read. OMG. Here I was complaining about my day, about the wonderful gifts I have in my life and that I at times dont realy appreciate and here is a woman, no correction - “SUPERWOMAN” who has had my worse nightmare happen to her and yet survived.

anyway this made me want to come here and share a little about this women. I cant remember her name but i will never forget her story.

This woman was going around the world teaching english, and on her teaching journey she landed a teaching job in Thailand. While teaching there for a few years, she met this man. He was wonderful, sincere, loving. His family welcomed her in to their home and he seemed like the perfect man. They got married in what was like a fairytale thailand style wedding.

Not long after they were having their first child she started feeling home sick. so she agreed with her husband, after the birth of their daughter they would go to Australia where she was from.

they had set up their home in australia, she had begun working regular hours and he had a job as well, not as great as hers but it was a job. Not long she was once again pregnant.  Soon she couldn’t work due to her pregnancy and he had the sole responsibility to bring the money home.

So basically from that point, they moved into a villa her father owned (her father lived next door), she gave birth to a boy and the relationship between her and her husband had begun to strain.

It wasnt long before he became abusive and that was the final straw. She told him to leave and took out restraining orders against him.

He constantly kept breaking his restraining orders, and she suffered constant threats that he was going to end his life and hers.

One night he had broken into the villa and raped her. in the morning she had the police over and they had asked her to go to the police station to file a report. Her father trying to support her, said “dont worry you go, I will stay here with the kids. ” she kissed and hugged her babies and went with the police officer to the station.

That was the final words she ever spoke with her father and children.

that was her final kiss and hug, never to receive another one like it again.

He had come while she was filing her report and killed, stabbed her children and her father, then himself.

She got to the drive way of her house, and there he was standing in the front lawn covered in blood. Her life had been turned over and changed forever.

I can only imagine what she felt and went through. to be honest I cant even imagine it. just trying to put myself in her shoes leaves me in tears.

Well I finished reading this article, mean while i was still pedalling 100 miles per hour, they ladies must have thought i was crazy cause her I am sweating like never before, and crying at the same time, and the speed of my bike changed with each sentence i read.

It really made me think and put life in perspective. This woman now helps others and has started her own organization in honour of her children. She has somehow turned this into a positive. When most cant even turn their troubled childhood to a positive, she has turned any mothers worst nightmare into something of beauty and love.

I finished my work out and constantly i had thoughts pop into my mind about what she went through, I just couldnt wait till i got home to my children.

I got home and sweaty, smelly and all grabbed both my children and kissed them, hugged them and carressed their sweet faces, they both just turned to me and said ” mom , you need a shower” .. it made me laugh and i realized then, that no matter how crazy they drive me, the love I have for them is unconditional and its a wonderful experience I have been gifted with.

Till next time

Hey everyone, I’m like putting a real quick note out here just to let you know whats happening on the rez at Pine ridge and Cheyenne river.

Its crazy weather and we have a huge amount of people and families suffering. we have over 40, 000 people out here on this rez, and most of them don’t have proper heating. Many use propane and that has become to expensive for most families.

There are families out there with young ones and elders that have no heating, elders and kids are getting sick cause they just can’t keep warm.

They way the economy is at the moment, $120 dollars only buys enough propane to warm an average home for a week.

According to the tribal energy office, they are saying that the best way to beat this, and the safest, is to use electric heaters. Which brings us to another problem, most families can’t afford those or the utility bill that comes with it.

Just $50 dollars will provide a family with an electric heater.

native Progress is trying to help provide families with 500 electric heaters, but your help is needed.We need those like yesterday, but the funds are not there.

Any donations made NOW can help a family who is desperate need, quickly!

The other option is to use the wood program.

The wood program can provide fuel for heat, for  families who need it. It will also give much needed employment to families who have no other work available.

We are supporting a wood program on Pine Ridge. The Lakota people are cutting and delivering 200 loads of cottonwood, elm and ash wood. The cost of the manpower and tools to acquire the wood and get it to the reservation will be $10,000 or $50 per cord.

You can help by donating, or by simply advertising here on Native Blogs. All advertising revenue will be directly sent to Nativeprogress donation drive.

You can help in other ways to, there is an ebay store that has been set up for the cause. They are selling crafts and posters and much more in a bid to raise money for these programs.

You can also donate items to give to families and elders such as food and winter supplies or you can donate items to sell on ebay stores.

which ever way you donate, just remember if we get together we can really make a difference to people suffering this harsh and cold winter. Just think of the children and elders battling below 0 degrees while your warm in your bed and ask your self, can you honestly sit there knowing that there are people getting sick and suffering from this winter, when you know you can make a difference.

If you want to help, then contact James at:
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Hey everyone, just wanted to let you all know about a gathering many native brothers and sisters are going to.

We are praying for the children of standing rock reservation and for the protection of sacred sites.

We will be gathering from November 7th, 8th and 9th.

Each day we will pray for something different.

If you want to join us or find out more then check the full press release.

Hey all well this is my favourite time of years, so much excitement , thrills and adventures awaiting all of us.

Anyway here are some of my favorite halloween stories and photos, enjoy.

I will start of with one of the craziest poets out there. I mean this guy was an eccentric, hated modern day society, hated any sort of technological advancement and his poems demonstrated this.

But he was one of the first poets i ever learnt about. and I remember even though some of his poems just did not make sense to me, there were so many that striked a chord. So with out further adieu .. Mr Edgar Allen Poe and more than likely the Poem that made him so famous.. The Raven. I do love the simpsons version of this poem, you can look it up on Youtube. But I found a great version on your tube I thought i would share narrated by the king of freakish, Mr Vincent Price.  Also added this wonderful Vincent price video I found that was directed by Tim Burton. two brilliant artistic men callaborating on a vide, can it get any better. . great stuff.

The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.’

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,’

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,’ said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
‘Tis the wind and nothing more!’

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.’

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of “Never-nevermore.”‘

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.’

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Why Dogs HATE Halloween

Halloween Reunion - Black Sheep Sheet

Private Party
It was Halloween night when a driver called our road-service dispatch office complaining that he was locked out of his car. I forwarded the information to a locksmith, along with one more detail: The car was parked at a nudist colony. Of course, the locksmith arrived in record time. But when he called in later, he wasn’t amused. “Figures,” he said. “I finally get to go to a nudist colony, and they’re having a costume party!”
– Contributed by Neil Klein

Don’t Play With Fire
As firefighters, we are required to wear our full bunker gear on all safety calls, even to advise homeowners of a county ordinance against burning leaves after dark. Last Halloween, two co-workers waited on the porch of one such offending household, helmets in hand, until a woman finally opened the door. Promptly dropping a candy bar into each helmet, she remarked, “You boys are a little old for this sort of thing, aren’t you?” and closed the door.
– Contributed by Steve Farmer

Hey came accross this commercial parody .. and it had me rolling on the floor in fits of laughter.

I had to share with everyone.. enjoy