This person...only better

This person can be instinctively quiet, and sometimes distant simply because not interacting comes easier than making yourself vulnerable and opening up to people. Because of this they sometimes come across as snobby without even meaning to. They love to observe and study people though scholarly studies do not excite them as much.  Normally words flow with some wittiness thrown in there, and every once in a while gets a little boisterous, and outgoing. Even though they love to smile they have a straight face just because they guard their feelings too tightly and don't let enough emotion show on their face. They tend to have scrunched hair because they like the way it looks, all pretty and natural looking.  Usually more casually dressed, they wear a lot of blue jeans, but they dress up for church and occasionally school. This person doesn't wear a lot of physical hats necessarily but as they have many different jobs this person has to do and different things they need to be be it a teacher, cook, friend, or student. Only being one age they wear many different maturity levels. They can be expressive in many ways including dress, attitude, lack of expression, and body language.  They like familiarity but it does take a while to warm up to people. They like the love language of touch and show love by touching and hugging people they have "let in". This person has many different and sometimes conflicting traits but it all balances out. They just want to be a loving, good, friendly person. This person is me.

What if...

What if I could go back in time? Where would I go? I would go to the 1800's. I love everything about that time in American history and it would have been so amazing to be a part of it. I would want to be one of the pioneers (none of the city slicker stuff for me) and go west on the Oregon Trail. Have a ranch in Montana or something like that with wide open sky and mountains touching the sky. Or a ranch in Texas with cowboys running around and the quest for independence from Mexico and union with the United States. To tame the frontier with all its wild animals and unused land. To carve out a home in the vast wilderness of the west, to see horses running wild and rivers flowing freely. That is where I would want to be because that is where my heart is. It would be so cool to meet Indians and see their culture (the friendly ones anyway) and watch the buffalo grazing en mass on the prairies. I know life was extremely hard back then but whenever I think of that life I only think of the fun of a challenge. Oh to be a pioneer!

A Little Bit of BFF TLC

Every time I hear the song "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars I think of how sweet it would be to have someone sing those lyrics to me (especially a guy) but then I think, "He sounds like he's singing about my best friend." Even though she frustrates me sometimes I will always love her and think these things about her because they are absolutely true!

The beautiful things about my best friend Teah...

Eyes-they are an inviting brownish green color but when she cries they turn bright green like the grass and the best part is they can see everything about me and still love just pours from them

Hair-though it's crazy it make her exactly who she is, it's so thick and smooth you just have to pick it up and play with it or run your fingers through her curls

Humble-she loves to get compliments because it validates that she is beautiful but she is not vain, when people tell her she is beautiful she quickly thanks them then turns it around and picks out features about them to compliment

Smile-it is so ready especially for others and though it has a little more "bling" than normal it is bright and cheery and freely given

Lips-though I have no romantic thoughts whatsoever about her, her lips are always gracious and clean, no foul language and always a good thing to say about people

Laugh-like the smile always ready and even though she gets embarrassed because it is sometimes obnoxious it makes her feel better every time and you can't help but laugh along with her

And now my own additions-

Arms-though they hyper extend at the elbows and it looks weird they are the most loving arms, always helping people who can't do for themselves and never failing to show love to those in need, sometimes I just have to cry because I want to rest in those arms so badly but can't because we are miles apart

Feet-long and somewhat skinny they get in the way sometimes (especially the toes) but they run to help and jump with joy when celebrating with a friend, they are beautiful because she uses them for the glory of the Lord

Heart-though not always sure her heart is always open to others and she never withholds love from anyone (she just can't help it)

My best friend Teah is beautiful in so many ways I can't name them all but I hope I can show how much I love and appreciate her. Some say you don't appreciate the things you have until they're gone and I couldn't imagine not having her so I'm going to be thankful for her every day of my life. :)

Married or Not.. You should read this. ❤

【 Marriage 】
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes..

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.
— At least, in the eyes of our son — I’m a loving husband...

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.. ...」

This person

This person is instinctively quiet, and sometimes distant simply because it is easier to not interact with people sometimes. Because of this they sometimes come across as snobby but that is not how they mean to be. They love to observe and study people though they are not so excited about scholarly studies.  Normally though they are talkative with some wittiness thrown in there, sometimes gets a little boisterous, and outgoing. Even though they love to smile they have a straight face just because they guard their feelings too tightly sometimes and don't let enough emotion show on their face. They tend to have scrunched hair because they think it's pretty and natural looking. They are usually more casually dressed, they wear a lot of blue jeans, but they dress up for church and occasionally school. This person doesn't wear a lot of physical hats necessarily but there are many different jobs this person has to do and different things they need to be be it a teacher, cook, friend, or student. Though they are only one age they are prone to feeling and acting different ages. They can be expressive in many ways including dress, attitude, lack of expression, and body language. Which is also a big thing for them. They like familiarity but it does take a while to warm up to people. They like the love language of touch and is a very touchy/huggy person with people they have "let in". This person has many different and sometimes conflicting traits but it all balances out. They just want to be a loving, good, friendly person. This person is me.

And That's Final

Ok here it goes. The attention to detail and the contrast were mentioned in almost everyone's response and description. There were so many lines and different shapes that were so different from each other but with them being so different they all cam together to form the picture the way it is. Jodi said she just described one thing and so we decided that there was much attention to detail that she could write about only one thing and have a whole post on that. Each gecko, and the blanket, and  even the picture as a whole could be described down to a t because there is so much depth and detail put into it. I think that I have written all I can about this picture because I have done three posts on it and other than tell you exactly what it looks like I don't have anything else to say. I am all pictured out. I've never been much of an art person anyway. I see a picture and I either like it or I don't like it and if I don't like it then I move on. Very rarely am I in the middle about art. I mostly like land and sea scapes or photos of real things like people or plants or something. I'm not much into portraits and I definitely don't like abstract art. Random lines or shapes on a page just do nothing for me.     

If you pass go collect 200$...

I've played board games since I was old enough to look at pictures...but not usually in my house. Don't get me wrong we have like a million and three board games shoved up in one of the closets we just hardly ever play them. My dad is just not into board games. When he plays one and gets frustrated because he doesn't know how to play he will just get up and leave the game. It's so frustrating when he does that thus the hardly ever playing of board games in my house. Now my friends and I love to play card games and we are the ultimate at spoons. Our spoons games can get extremely violent so we usually wear "armor" when we play so we don't get an eye poked out. There was one instance where we were playing at my youth pastor's house at his dining room table and we were all grabbing for spoons and one of my friends, Lacey, lunged across the table with a viking-like shriek and grabbed the spoon of some poor innocent player on the other side. Then she landed in someone's lap when she pulled back across the table and we all kind of just stared at her for a little while and then burst out laughing. There was also one time when my friend Bethany and I wanted to play the Disney Princess Monopoly that was donated to the youth department but we need three more players. So who did we recruit? Our friends Sam, Moses, and Cory. It was so hilarious to see them daintily moving their princess around the sparkly pink board and yelling at each other because they weren't dealing the money right. Bethany and I just sat there laughing and laughing. So all in all I like board games I just don't get to play them very often.

I'm a poet?

Things in the old days
Things in the old days were not like they are now
they made their living off the land, to do that nowadays we wouldn't know how
plowing planting hauling and more
they used their backs, that's what they were for
no finer a woman could ever be found
than out on the range or settling towns
pioneer women they called them and for good reason
they withstood the storms every one in their season
the children were hearty and always content
helping with chores and sometimes the rent
families were usually large but lived close
giving love and much laughter in a big healthy dose
in these modern times we seldom see kin
hustling and bustling each day we begin
with rushed preparation and occasionally a kiss
how many things we so often miss
why not reminisce like back in the day
when boys and girls would laugh as they went about their play
and mothers and fathers would still get along
and every American would sing the proud song
"For the land of the free, and the home of the brave"
why aren't things now like things in the old days?

The Perfect Weekend:)

I could write all about this perfect, cheery, optimistic, very unrealistic weekend but I don't think I'm going to. You know why? Even though this past weekend wasn't perfect it's life and I wouldn't have it any other way. My best friend goes to Truman State University and she got to come home for the weekend. I've gone up there to see her twice but she hasn't come back home until now. Even before she got down here she had her weekend jam packed with people she wanted to see and do things with. She had told me that she was going to do all these things with me and I was so excited. When she got down here I was the first person she saw which was good but then things just kept happening where she spent a little too much time with this person or she couldn't make this with me because of something else. I began to see that it was not going  to be the weekend I had thought it would be. Now some of this was not her fault at all but with all of it it almost felt like she had penciled me in for 30 minutes here and there but if she ran over somewhere else 5 minutes would work just as well. At first it hurt my feelings and I was disappointed that we didn't get the time together and that she would do that to me but then I realized I was being selfish. I'm the only one besides her close family that has gotten to see her since she left and I even got to see her twice. Of course I was still disappointed and just a little hurt but I wanted to let other people have a chance to see her so I decided just to stay close but not too close. I tell that whole story to say this. I learned a few important lessons that I can now apply to the numerous situations, that I'm sure I will face at some point, and I wouldn't trade those for anything. It's nice, and sometimes therapeutic, to describe a perfect weekend but I just felt like this one was perfect for me. Sometimes you have to be knocked down to be built up and I'm thankful for everything that happened to me this weekend.

It's just one of those things

Some people can be just plain mean sometimes. They have their own opinions about things and if other people don't share those opinions then they are wrong. INCORRECT! Just because you see something one way doesn't mean that's the only way, or the only right way. Don't attack people, especially publicly, when you don't even know all the facts. It only hurts your testimony and makes people view you as judgemental and it doesn't paint a very pretty picture. If you don't agree with it either go to the person or people you disagree with or don't say anything at all. Don't put rude messages on facebook where the whole world and their mother can see it. That is all.

Find what you love

It is so sad when you see people who are very good at what they do but they don't get any satisfaction from it because it is not what they love. You can become content with whatever you are doing or wherever you are in life but if it's not really what you should be doing then you are wasting your time. To me doing something I love would be working with people, children especially. Sometimes people can be very trying and you just want to go be a hermit but if I had a job where I wouldn't get to interact with people my life and probably my person would become very boring. I am the type of person who observes others and if I like how they do something or what they are wearing or acting like then I try it for myself to see if it works for me. If it does I claim whatever has caught my eye and I make it my own.  I need that interaction with people. I am also a very loving person and if I can't express that love for other people, even people I don't know, then my heart would either become hardened to love or empty of it all together because I wouldn't be exercising it. I also think that it's ok if you don't get it right the first time, but, you have to learn something from your mistakes that way you don't spend your whole life jumping from one thing to another. I feel like for me what I'm meant to do, in my job/career and in my life in general, has to be pieced together like a puzzle. Some people are cut out for a specific job and they find that out early and they go for it. Mine is a conglomeration of different areas that come together when I've explored different things and found what I like and don't like. I don't think I could settle for anything less than what I want because truly when you follow your heart it will lead where you're supposed to go anyway.

Is it worth it?

I have decided that some things are just not worth the trouble. Things like getting angry when someone does something stupid or when someone wants to argue about something and they won't drop the subject. There was one time we had just gotten our yearbooks and my friend "Sara" threw mine on the floor to be funny. It was a nice one and when she threw it on the floor it slid and got little gash marks all over the cover. I wasn't happy and I think she knew it. We had been waiting to do something and afterwards she apologized and I told her it was ok. She was like, "Really? I thought you'd be mad at me." I told her that it was pointless to get mad because one it was just a yearbook and two it wouldn't help anyone. I think I surprised her and maybe influenced her view on being mad a little bit. In my opinion being mad makes you feel better for a little while but in the long run it helps no one. Another thing that I don't think is worth any one's time is drama. I know that in high school and very much in middle school it's almost unavoidable but when you grow up and become an adult IT IS NOT NECESSARY. Why can't we all act like human beings and solve something in a mature way? In conclusion I have many more opinions about what is not worth the trouble but  who wants to read a 5 page paper?