I, have a very dear friend that's known me for years. She's mostly fair and very consistent. Her loyalty and patience is something one only wishes to aspire to have.
I shall not be defeated - K. J Jones
I, remember one day she came by to visit with me; we got into one of our usual philosophical conversations and slight debate. She's 30 years my senior and wise. She looked at me sternly and said, "did you ever watch the Flinstones?" I said, "Yes!" In a tone smoother than fresh baked satin, she went further to say, "you know Pebbles and Bam Bam?" I impatiently, barked, "Yes!" In an octave lower and a touch silkier than the original, she said, "You're just like them. Your range is Pebbles - Bam Bam and everything in between. You're kind, cuddly, loving, cheery and happy like Pebbles. But, when things don't go the way you see fit, you turn into Bam Bam. You grab your club, have a tantrum and then start tearing shit up with your club."
In another rare moment, I was rendered speechless. Quieter, than a church mouse. A few decades (seconds) later, I burst into hysterical laughter as, that was incredibly funny to me. During my moment of silence, I'd been playing and watching the reel inside my mind. Envisioning, precisely what she'd just described and that was most certainly animated, comedy! LOL
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I, shared that story with a friend of mine last night (she too, is a wee bit older than I) and this time, she burst into hysterical laughter. She told me that is exactly me. "Bam! Bam!", she shouted and said, "that's what I shall call you now!" Furthermore, she made me promise to share this story with you all today--this one's for you doll! ;)
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*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...