Amy Venezia

The TEN things I LOVE on this FRIDAY!

 

 

 

 

1. How I got behind a giant, jacked up truck this week- only to see a fake pair of balls hanging from the dude’s trailer hitch. I don’t know if you have ever seen that before? But, even though traffic was bad and I was stuck behind him for what seemed like an eternity? Every time those babies swung back and forth, I cracked up…very much needed that.

 

2. Sitting on the glass at a hockey game- no other way to watch it than that.

 

3. Watching snow fall while lying in my warm bed. A very peaceful feeling…

 

4. My friends, I love my friends this Friday- thankful to have such inspiring and giving people in my life.

 

5. Men… I love men. I have such a support system around me of men that love me, encourage me, protect me…and I totally believe it is for that fact alone. That I love them, for all the differences and brilliance.

 

6. I love what I do. I love hearing from the people who take the time to read my thoughts…everyday I am humbled in the outreach and connections that I make. I love the written word- Love it like a LOVERJ

 

7. Living downtown…I love feeling the pulse of a city.

 

8. Soul connections. Those rare times in life when I lay eyes on a person and something very deep inside just knows…this is a person who is going to move me…something very deep just knows in that one moment, there is no turning back- those people who stir your soul and help you discover that pain and beauty can be felt in the exact same moment- and so you learn that like a two sided coin, they really are one in the same. Those people that forever alter how you were living life and what you believed in before they crossed your path…I love those people.

 

9. The scent of my skin when I get out of the shower…so I guess I love my soapJ

 

10.  Romance- today I love and celebrate romance in my life.

 

HAPPY FRIDAY!

 

 

 

Watch my interview with ‘Neon and Waltzes’ creator and producer, Kristopher David Irizarry-Hoeksema…

 

 

 

In it, I talk about what it is like to blog about relationships and sex in the South.

 

As well as discuss my book, Aphro-ME-siac: A girl’s guide to the ultimate aphrodisiac…

 

http://blip.tv/file/2513856/ (click on this link)

PHOTO CREDIT: Taken for SHERI ONEAL PHOTOGRAPHY - http://www.sherioneal.com

(It’s just like a bathing suit people…:)lol)

Romantic love-

The sneaky thief of everyday moments- where minutes fly by- and you realize you have wasted a half hour thinking about someone’s lips…or how they might kiss…or how exactly you want to kiss them.

Romantic love is like LSD.

And we are addicted -

 

Hollywood is our dealer on speed dial.

I am very much in touch with myself on my own addiction that leads to delusions…(no pun).

I love those first moments-

GOD how I love them.

I am a person who feels very strongly- my senses are acute.

I used to think this was a curse- for the more you feel? Well… the more you feel.

So if it is hurt- it is felt to the bone.

If it is passion? I can feel it so intensely- I taste it…

I think that is why I have never done drugs- why would I need to?

I have been this sensitive from my first breath.

I have been told it makes me a good lover…relative of course.

But I have an innate ability of feeling my own pleasure while intuitively reading the next step for what will bring my lover the same.

But then what?

Romantic love.

It is a beautiful, sensual, carnal thing.

And a gift- but like “new car smell”-

We become accustom to it quickly.

Love is like a soup.

Everything has to be proportional- the spices, elements, pot it is cooked in- heat-watched over- stirred- left to rest and alchemize- tasted- added too-

What is the soup if you just hold spices in your hand?

That spice is just as important as the pot it is simmering in…

What is the soup if you have the stock and the vegetables but no spice?

Every ingredient is dependent upon the other to have a successful outcome.

But I suppose the most important element of making a soup?

The pot to contain and cook it in.

The foundation.

Same with love.

I once attempted to build a dog house when I was a little girl…

Yes, I went through a very tom boy-want to build things with my hands stage.

I went into my Papa’s garage- he had all kinds of tools, nails, screws and wood.

I can still smell it now- and still smell him- his aftershave and scotch and cigar in hand.

He loved life…and loved me.

I worked and worked on that little dog house- never could get it right.

I was frustrated at its lack of stability. Wobbly and unpredictable- as if at any moment it was going to come apart no matter how many nails…

Papa came out and smiled- he was so proud of my efforts- how I would not give up.

He kneeled down next to me and put his hand on my shoulder and said “Honey, you did so good- I am proud of you for doing this all by yourself!”-

Then he pointed and said- “The one thing you forgot is the most important element to something lasting for a long, long time…you forgot a foundation.”

We sat as he took it apart, nail by nail. Helped me build a foundation and finish it.

No more wobble.

Foundation is what we are missing these days.

When it comes to my heart-

I go back to being that 7 year old girl that builds and is so focused and in love with what I am creating that I don’t stop…

Only to find it is wobbly and unpredictable.

Then I remember my Papa’s words…Foundation makes things last.

Romantic love is like the butter to popcorn…

The M series to the BMW…

The truffle added to a sauce.

It makes it BETTER.

More beautiful-

More powerful-

More tasty.

But first comes foundation…

 

Then comes romance…

 

Then comes something that just might last.