Ok first off, pussy has nothing to do with my situation. These are legitimate emotions. After coming off a terrible 2010 (failing grades, depression etc), the new year has come with a new found joy and love for life.
Im 20. I met a girl Michelle online by fluke, 19, shes cool really confident, uni student whos focused and shes gorgeous. We’ve been going out for a month bn friends for 4, kissed and since shes a virgin she wants to wait. She been hurt real bad and so she doesnt tell me her feelings apart from the occassional "youre cute omg" and only texts me that she likes me. ive opened up a few times on her but she dont like hearing emotional stuff but wants to be shown (i get it). says she finds it hard to trust people but once she does shes very loyal. I REALLY like her but she wants a ‘casual’ thing.
other one Jessica, 27, met her at acting class, super strong christian, so goofy and acts like a teen basically, makes me laugh and shes hot too. quite shy and innocent
about when my brother was very little (18 months!) that he would explain scenarios and use words he has never seen before. He would say "me and my other mommy…" and explain what kinda dress his other "mommy" was wearing and what she looked like he had used words to big for a kid his age to understand and he has never heard them before he would say like my other mommy would always ride her bike everywhere and how he would drag a gigantic salmon in the sand he would use so much description and detail im confused can anyone explain this we never told him any of this he would just do it.
I was tacking up a horse and I saw a 7 year old that I was "tutoring" (I was BEST friends with the owner of the barn so I was always there and I could help the younger kids) lead a 9 month old foal out of the stall and tied him up on the cross ties. Curious what he was doing I asked a friend to finish tacking up while I ran over to the cross ties. He started doing his practice grooming (mind you that he was supposed to do that on a retired horse, they really deserved it) he left him on the cross for a while and then came back with a saddle and saddle pad. He put it on him, and then got a MOUNTING BLOCK. Scared about the safety of him and the foal I ran over to him picked him up and put him down and quickly took off the saddle and pad. I explained to him this was NOT something he should ever do AGAIN and why. He said something that I will always remember "I don’t CARE about our safety I WILL do what I want! IM GOING TO TELL MY DADDY ON YOU!!" Then he stormed off screaming/crying.
06.03.11
And, case number three, my son Alan’s wife, Dana, is about as different from me as possible. Dana is extremely methodical in everything she does. Her house is spotlessly clean, even though she works full time and has three active young children. She serves as the comptroller for her family’s large dental lab, thus having to deal with numbers constantly–and, of course, having to be exact about them. She is beautiful and takes great care in her clothing, makeup and hairstyle. And her cooking is elegant and delicious. As for me, though I enjoyed algebra and geometry, I’m no good at all in dealing with checks and balances. My housekeeping is downright disastrous when compared with Dana’s, and I’m not the least bit fashionable. As I’ve always said, I just “wash and push” my gray hair, for example, and my entire wardrobe — except for the beautiful garments Dana and Alan have given me — has come from the Oakchest, Olivet College’s thrift shop.