People Saying What they Think

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I want too Hear.

Yep, men and women are so programmed and so familiarly adapted to saying what they think I want too hear.

 

Myself, I am more or the less a bold type. I usually don’t think before speaking; although I am improving on that and trying too put myself in the other’s shoes more often.

I am blunt and too the point and I have hurt many feelings.

Which also makes me think about men in relationships. They truly are in a cave most days and usually come out for food or sex. I have had several long term relationships. They got past the first few try-outs and ended up fairly long term in my eyes anyways.

(5-10 years)

Married twice.

When I hear of persons that have been together for over 20 years and beyond it truly baffles my mind.

Good for them.

The things a woman wants and needs are so different from a man’s needs.

First

Most women want a man who is first and foremost honest. If they are not it brings the dishonesty out in me and the games begin.

 

Second

They want compassion. Someone who listens, really listens and can honestly have input and understand your feelings and why you are ranting about it too start with.

 

Third

They want a great physical connection. Hold my head in your hands when you kiss me and brush my hair often.

Investigate my entire body not just the parts that work for you.

*GIVENS

Knows what a kitchen is for and uses it. Can make steak out of hamburger so too speak.

Knows the toilet seat goes down and is not afraid of the toilet brush.

Knows soiled clothes go in the laundry basket not the floor for the cat too pee on.

Doesn’t track dirt in after you have just scrubbed the floor with Mister Clean. Take the shoes off.

This Castle is a ZEN space.

Love and protect all my animals

Many may say Finance and Fortitude should be on this list but truly that is among the givens. Most of my life I have depended on few persons. They promise too do something and eventually it might be done.

Not too say it might be years later.

Please don’t say you’re going too do something on a specific day and then renign on that agreement.

I don’t do that and I expect the same.

(Emergencies Not Included)

I used too want three things in a man. As I have entered my Other Mode I still have the three listed above but with a different perspective.

Definition:

a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.

When you think about it they are actually and should be “Givens”

Listed here were my wants in a man earlier in my days

One Physical

A man that would love and cherish only me. Adventurous in and out of bed. Doing things spur of the moment. Verbally and physically complimentary. Tell me I look fantastic when I feel like crap. I may believe it. If I loved you I did what ever I could for you

Two Money

Too share our abundance in a equalized way if possible. Holidays, vacations, clothes, I wanted it all

They were well taken care of .

I was and still am a Goddess

Three  Intellectual

Able to discuss anything, not just sports, Oh no not Sports. I can honestly say all my men showed no interest in Sports on TV. They may have played outdoors but that was it.

No Football widow here now or ever.

Believe me they were “REAL MEN”

Everything Changes especially in regards to our perceptions.

Definition:

Insight, intuition, or knowledge gained by perceiving.

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Jus Saying

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The Dolls

I let her breathe, and she followed me wherever I found myself.The stories she could tell

My Dollie

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Photograph © Cynthia Martz 2014

The Story about the Dolls

A man and a woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside.

She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000. He asked her about the contents.

“When we were to be married,” she said, “my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.”

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

“Honey,” he said “that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?”

“Oh, that?” she said.  “That’s the money I made from selling the dolls.”

~Unknown Author

My mama made all her girls Raggedy Ann’s. After all the years she still looks beautiful. I never put her in plastic casing as some persons do. I let her breathe, and she followed me wherever I found myself.

The stories she could tell.

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This is the house I became a teenager in. I think I was around six when my grandparents said we could live in it. It had four rooms. No indoor plumbing. Water was drawn daily from a cool spring well.

I loved it when it rained. The tin roof seemed to be magical with the rain falling on it.

I designed this today.

Rain on Tin Roof

and a few from

Poetry From my WordPress

A Story About Coffee

 

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A daughter complained to her father about
her life and how things were so hard for her.
She did not know how she was going to make it
and wanted to give up. She was tired of
fighting and struggling. It just seemed that
as one problem was solved a new one arose.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen.
He filled three pots with water and placed
each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a
boil. In one he placed carrots, in the second
he placed eggs, and then in the last one he
placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit
and boil, without saying a word.

The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently
waited, wondering what he was doing. In about
twenty minutes he walked over and turned off
the burners. He fished the carrots out and
placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out
and placed them in a bowl. Finally, he ladled
the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her he asked, “Darling, what do you see?”

“Carrots, eggs and coffee” she replied.

He brought her closer and asked her to feel the
carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.
He then asked her to take an egg and break it.
After pulling off the shell, she observed the
hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the
coffee. She smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.

She humbly asked, “What does it mean, Father?”

He explained that each of them had faced the same
adversity–boiling water–but each reacted differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting.
But after being subjected to the boiling water,
it softened and became weak.

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had
protected its liquid interior. But after sitting through
the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique however. After they
were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

“Which are you?” he asked his daughter. “When
adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond?
Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?”
Carrot ~~ Egg ~~ Coffee Bean

How about you? Are you the carrot that seems hard,
but with pain and adversity do you wilt and become
soft and lose your strength?

Or, are you the egg, which starts off with a
malleable heart? Were you a fluid spirit, but after
a death, a break-up, a divorce, or a layoff have
you become hardened and stiff? Your shell looks
the same, but are you bitter and tough with a
stiff spirit and heart?

Or, are you like the coffee bean? The bean changes
the hot water, the thing that is bringing the pain,
to the peak of flavor when it reaches 212 degrees
Fahrenheit. When the water gets the hottest,
it just tastes better.

If you are like the bean, when things are
at their worst, you get better and make things
better around you.

When people talk about you, do your praises to
the Lord increase? When the hour is darkest, and
trials are their greatest, does your worship
elevate to another level?

How do you handle adversity?

Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?