Friday, September 11, 2015

16 And Raped

I was assigned a task to do. Because when I was a teenager I let a rapist go. Because I didn't believe there was anything I could do about it. Because I felt like it might have been partly my fault for getting high. Here is my story.

When I was a teenager I had a friend named Adam. We both went to South Cobb High School. I was supposed to be class of 2001 I believe. I failed a grade in my memory is a little fuzzy but I'm pretty sure I was supposed to be class of 2001. He lived up the street from me. We hung out all the time usually smoking pot. He had built a shack in the woods with some plywood and stuff that had hay in it for smoking weed. I kind of knew that he was attracted to me but he had a girlfriend and I had already told him I did not think him that way. He came to my house one day and asked if I wanted to go smoke some weed so we left the house and went to the shack. The stuff he had was different I'm thinking it must have been laced with something because I passed flat out. Almost completely unconscious. Except for one vague memory here or there of waking up and seeing something like him taking my clothes off. Really just a skirt and underwear. I woke up sometime later I can't tell you how long I was out. But when I woke up he was there and he had his brother take me home. I was confused. But I was pretty sure of what happened. But because I did not have any proof, because I smoked pot, and because I didn't feel like anyone would believe me I didn't say anything. There didn't seem like there was really any proof for anyone to believe me anyway. And if I had of said something there is a high likelihood that in school everybody would have tormented me as he had a lot of friends apparently. I did eventually come out and start telling people. But only after he started telling people that he had sex with me. He made it sound like I was willing. I of course was not I tried to tell him that when he tried to kiss me before that I was not interested in him. So I told everybody "no it was not me it was him". I told them that I smoke something that made me pass out and then he did it without my permission. But I did not tell any authority or anyone who mattered. Which is why I'm typing this today. Because I should have reported him. Even if it seems like there was no evidence even if it seems like it was my fault for smoking weed I should have reported him. Because he got away so he could probably do it to somebody else. And that was my fault.  It is on my shoulders if he did it to anybody else because I did not report him for doing it to me. I was never taught or instructed how to handle the situation. It was just terrible and confusing. I did not know what I should do. But I do now.

You know it messed with me. It kinda broke me. My mind. I saw the world differently after it happened. I saw life differently. It does affect you. Mentally, emotionally, etc.

If anything like this ever happens to you ladies and report it no matter how silly you feel. Honestly even if you were a guy that can still happen to you and you should still report it. Even if you are at fault somehow in this scenario you are never at fault for being raped. Just remember that it is never your fault that they did it. No matter what you did before hand. They deserve to be punished for their actions.

I didn't report it then because I was confused and felt at fault for smoking weed. But I am reporting it now.

Rape victims should not be afraid to speak up and report! Stop the violence have the power.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Trans-Dimensional Beings Revisited

We Live in a world consisting of three dimensions. Those are the dimensions that we know and are part of. Humans we have a tendency to take  for granted that this is all there is to the universe. Just like we assume we are the only living things here in earth because we have not found other creatures elsewhere in the universe. We have a tendency we think that we know everything. Not sure why that is. The only thing we know is that we know nothing.

I do believe there is more. Much more. I believe our universe is like an onion. I do not know how many dimensions there are but I do believe that there are more than three. Some scientists have Theorized anywhere from 5 to 11 dimensions. I myself would air on the side of 11 I guess. If not more. There's really no way to tell as we cannot travel to them or through them.

  So if there are multiple dimensions then surely there are multiple creatures that can move through them. What would such creatures be like? We have a tendency to assume also that if there was such creatures that they would be like us because apparently we are the greatest thing ever made. So how could anything be different than us and be great? I think if something is able to transcend dimensions it is likely not that similar to us although it may be able to take on the appearance of us.

We are solid flesh and blood creatures made up of matter. That is what these three dimensions of our universe are about. Mostly time and matter. I think the best thing something could be made out of to transcend multiple dimensions including ours would be energy. Just Energy. If such a creature was out there that was only made up of energy surely it could take on different shapes as needed. Who knows there could be creatures that are inter dimensional and solid that can still take on different shapes even though it doesn't make sense to us. That's the thing we don't seem to understand I think is that it doesn't have to make sense to us to be true. Just because we don't know it yet doesn't mean it's not real and doesn't exist. The truth isn't only the truth simply because humans know it.

Monday, August 3, 2015


This post will likely be short. I just had a thought on my brain and I figured why not share it on my blog. I haven't been blogging as much recently. I guess for a while now. But I had a thought that seemed important. I feel it is important.

I am lucky.

There are many versions of that sentence, many definitions, many details, many ways that statement is true. But the one I'm specifically talking about, the one that came to my brain and is flooding it with emotions currently is my future.

I am lucky that my bad past has not badly affected my future. I am lucky that I get to be happy despite all of the really stupid decisions that I made. I am lucky to be loved so much by my husband despite the fact that he was good in his past and I was wild. I feel blessed to be loved by someone like him. Sometimes, you kind of feel like you don't deserve it. But I do everything I can everyday to feel more like I deserve His love. Spoil him rotten.

I just feel so lucky that all of my bad decisions, years wasted making bad decisions, have not darkened my future. Or my present. Lucky to have this life lucky to have his love. Lucky to be forgiven by Jesus for all my sins. Lucky to have a family like I have. Not only the one I've always had but the 1 I gained through my husband. When it gets down to it... I have a pretty good life now.:-)

Thank you god.

Friday, May 1, 2015

Parsley To Start Your Period

Parsley To Start Your Period

This will be a relatively short post as I just want to get straight to the point. Parsley is an herb used in many foods and sometimes as garnish. You can easily buy it at most grocery stores. It is rich in so many vitamins and nutrients, and is loaded with benefits! 

One of which is "PERIOD STARTER"!

From my various attempt I learned what actually works. Drinking teas... not for me. But as a pessary yes! However, there are some details. First, it best to use fresh, not dried. Second, I prefer Italian leaf over the other. I feel it is stronger. Now some people wrap it in cheese cloth, I did not. I know it's something in the herb that, when contact with your skin, causes you to contract. I found, thirdly, that it must be left in for 12 hours. I tried 6, changing it out each time with no success. But the moment I did 12, Bam. Period!

So that is that. Some have suggested using organic (pesticide free). And trimming the stems. Do what is best for you! 

Monday, February 16, 2015

Let people be who they are

People like to size up a person by the way that they look or act. For example, I have even seen TV shows mention this, a person who is disabled in some way is immediately considered a good person. Disabled people do not do things wrong they think. I can tell you that's a lie. All my teachers in school learned that.
Sure, some people decide to stick to the stereotypes. It's their prerogative. But never assume that any person, no matter what they look or sound like, is any 1 specific way.
Take me for example. People who don't know me very well would see somebody who was relatively white has one arm and lives in the suburbs. They would probably assume that I do not know very much about life, that I am Republican, and a very nice person. And they would be wrong. I am a mixture of almost all races, I am only missing half an arm it does not affect me being good or bad, and though I live in the suburbs I have also been on the streets before 2. I know how that goes. Also I am NOT Republican or Democrat. Personally I hate the government and thank people are stupid for fighting on one side of the other instead of against the government completely. Team red team blue ...both suck.
Point is you don't know a person from a min or two of sizing them up. Well ...most do not. I have met people who are capable of doing that pretty well. But it is a very rare gift that most people do not have. Although I am sure more people think they have it then actually do. Trust me when I say most people are not capable of doing that. So it is best to assume that you do not know that person and give them the chance to be the person who they really are.
Let them tell you who they are.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Junky Trunks, And Bumpy Humps

Consider this Number 8 in my list of blessings.


It is a popular word these days with the ladies. Apparently the PC thing is to agree with any lady who thinks she has curves. Even if they don't, or only have one. Not I agree that no human it built in straight lines, but some of them....I mean men are more "curvy" than some of them! And I am sorry, but 50 pounds of weight that largely resides in one area (waist, belly) is not a "curvy" figure. 

This is not intended to be mean. It is intended to be honest. I think we sugar coat and butt kiss too often these days. The next thing you know all men's dongs will be considered "huge". And tall, and handsome. And everyone will be smart, and athletic, and can sing and dance and we are all just perfect and good at everything. Oh, I guess next we should all just be one race, religion, and all that.

I think being different is great. Even if it is sometimes by less popular standards. I have one arm, everyone remembers me, since grade school, because of that. I love having an uncommon name. Though, in recent years, it is less uncommon. I love anything that sets me apart from others. 

The kind that shows up in numbers, measurements, pictures! The kind that fills out jeans and fill up bras!

Look, everybody has bad things, normal things, good things, funny things, normal things, craptastic things, and fantabulous things, etc... All stitched together into one unique and awesome person! So instead of pretending we all have the same goods and bads, how about we get excited and celebrate our differences! How about you let curvy girls enjoy being curvy, and thin girls enjoy being thin, and accept that they are not both the exact same!

What is positive about being a curvy gal? Well, one plus is when you gain weight, it goes into some pretty fantastic places. Cake goes to your butt before your gut. You gain 20 lbs, but it spreads itself out to boobs, booty and thighs. An apple gains weight, it goes right to the waist. And often, only there. And anybody could look the same (good in fashion) when thin, underweight, or super low body fat. Anybody can rock a well toned body. How many people can look sexy with 20 lbs of extra weight on them? 

Yes, we are all aware thin is in. We are all aware fit is fab. But is it so bad if curvy is complimented? Separately? We don't call every girl fit or thin just to make them feel better. In fact, people can be kinda rigid with those standards. Now we are all aware TOO MUCH WEIGHT is unhealthy (news flash: so is being too thin). We are ALL AWARE that too much fat is NOT ATTRACTIVE (again, underweight is not either) So lets just cross out the extremes from this list. Not that anyone should be mean to either of them, but we are just leaving them out of this discussion as extremes are just too bad for people's health. 

Now lets celebrate junky trunks and bumpy humps!

I am glad that I gots boobs.
I am glad that I gots booty.
I am glad that when I gain weight, it goes to my curves and not my gut.
I am glad that, because of that, I don't get "rolls".
I am glad that I have stuff to squeeze and parts that please.
I am glad to be a curvy girl!

I think the media should show all types of (healthy, non extreme) bodies of ladies as models, in mags, and ads, fashion shows, and all popular forms of media and entertainment.

But that is it for this blog. This girl loves being curvy, it is one of the positive things on my list. Long torso is both bad and good, short calves is kinda bad. So, see, isnt it WAY WAY better to just be honest about ourselves? I think so! Otherwise, I guess I should not openly admit that I have one arm, I should say I have two. "We all have two arms!" 



Monday, December 8, 2014

Count Your Blessings - Part 1

As I am turning 33 this year, I think, I figured it might be a nice change of pace to do a blessings blog. One with 33 blessings counted. It is a good practice to remember the things in life, both big and small, that make us happy. And be thankful.

I will break this up into 5 segments. That not only gives me time to collect an image for each thing, but more time is able to be spent on each part.

it is my goal to have it finished before my 33rd birthday December 29th this year. I hope that those who read my blog enjoy.

33 Lani Blessings 

1. Husband 

I am thankful to have a wonderful husband. A best friend whose arms could never hold me enough. And then whose hugs can heal all pain, and whose smile can brighten my day. He bring so much laughter and love to my life. I cannot imagine life without him. I love waking up to him and his kisses. I live going to sleep in his arms. I love being with him....anywhere anytime. 

2. Family 

where would we be without the love and support of our family? I am thankful for the blessing of a good family. So no body and no life is perfect, I believe that we can still love each other through imperfections. I believe sometimes a little bit of struggle and a few imperfections makes us the interesting characters that we become in this story of many lives sewn together in one world. A world full of wonderful characters.I believe that family helps to make us who we are. And family is not always blood, for some of us how grown up without any blood relatives but still know the meaning of family. Family are the people who become permanent fixtures in your life.

3. Pets / Fur Family

Every since I I was a wee child... I have had such love 4 the furry people. And then on for people to I suppose. Whether they be mammals, birds, reptiles whatever. They make my life complete. I cannot imagine life without them. And I do not at all want their share in my life too be considered trivial. My animal friends are very important to me! I cannot imagine being happy without them.

4. Yummy

there are people in this world who have never experienced food the way Americans have. Who have never experienced food away many people have in other countries as well. There people in this world who struggle to eat anything at all. Who are starving and when they are not starving are eating whatever they can get even if it is less then pleasing. These people do not know food the way that some of us get to. It is not but a struggle for them. Even in the countries who no food in excess, there are still those who dig in the garbage starving for food. So I do not want to forget the blessing that it can be. Not just in its basic purpose of nourishing, but in the delight that I have been blessed to experience it in my whole life. I am blessed to have a family where almost every member can cook, and cook well.

5. Holidays 

Again, there are those in the world who are less fortunate and do not get to experience holidays the way we do. There are countries in the world that do not have as many holidays as we do. And there are places that probably even been holidays type celebrations. There people so poor that it is the furthest thing from their mind. Although even these people usually find a way to celebrate life. Which may be the most beautiful sentiment of all. That even and desolate poverty humans will still find a way to celebrate life. That is just beautiful to me, that is why I love holidays. They are a reason to celebrate life with those you love.

6. Beauty

I believe it is important for us, no matter what the popular opinion or media frenzy, to find ourselves beautiful. As the individual that we are. Being alive, breathing, are unique character, how we interact with others, life and the world around us in general. We should find beauty and as many things as we can. In action as well as ideas. On the surface and past it. Every season is lovely to someone...every color to be favored or faulty in the eyes of individuals. so that is where the beauty lies, and the unique as individuality of mankind. As well in the world that we live. The world around us is full of unique and changing beauty. So let us appreciate a beauty that is uncommon, or unique. Let us not all just mindlessly follow whatever someone has expressed to be the current trend. But actually put thought and what we believe is beautiful.

7. Chocolate

I know I already mentioned yummy food... But I believe chocolate deserves a whole section by itself. I have probably got the deepest love affair with chocolate over any other food. It does make me happy, and the amount of it I am allowed to have is a blessing. Not to be taken lightly! I feel I should count this blessing out loud, scream it from the rooftops, because of a potential developing situation. It is possible that sometime in the future chocolate will be more expensive and not quite as common. And although I am unsure if that is a theory, rumor, or direction we are already heading, I feel as though I should vow my love for chocolate publicly now despite. Chocolate I love you! you make my life complete :-) and a big thanks to my husband for putting up with my chocolate have it the way he does. I can put away a lot of chocolate! I prefer it and its dark and pure form. Not that I don't enjoy baked goods, ice cream, candy, etc... But, just chocolate by itself is good for me! Which is another good point I should make, chocolate is good for you! They used to believe it was a junk food. White chocolate, and milk chocolate kind of still are. But dark chocolate is actually very beneficial. Even if it wasn't, I would still love it.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Agent Dog Get

I am currently mostly just a stay at home fur mother and homemaker. It is TERRIBLY boring though. I started selling Mary Kay, thinking it would be a nice break from being at home all of the time. However, I am NOT the kind of person that can beat people upside the head with sales pitches. So I am NOT making as much money as some of those above me.

I tried to think about what I would be good at, what kind of job I could get that I think I could keep? What kind of boss could I have that I would not get in a tiff with? I am a very social person, I liked being around people and being out in the world. It gets really boring being shut inside the house all the time.

I thought occurred to me. Anytime I am out in public where there are animals I gravitate to them almost more than humans. I have a tendency to not even hear what the person is saying or to know where the parties I was once accompanying have disappeared to as my full attentions  go towards wanting to interact with the animal.

And I also know of myself a few other fitting facts. I can handle walking for quite some time. And since I was a child my mother and sisters have referred to me as Ellie Mae Clampett. I seem to get along with animals fairly well. Though I do not pretend to be any kind of Cesar Millan type person. I do think I have away with them.

Then upon realizing what my new dream was, I decided to start looking up salaries. I discovered that a certified dog walker, perhaps even some on certified funds, can make up to almost $20 an hour her dog for a 20 to 30 minute walk. The certification is not cheap. Almost $400 for a three year certification if you do not join and become a member. Becoming a member is $150 a year on average. I think I would rather just pay for the three-year certification and not the added membership. Unless I learned that the added membership has some kind of serious benefits.

in case you have not figured it out by now... I am referring to a dog walking / pet sitter job. I could be my own boss. Advertise on websites like, eventually get certified, and make my own website. I would not need a boss, or have to worry about what hours they force on me or what holidays they will let me have. Sick days might be tricky to navigate as well a few other things. But all in all it sounds grand.

There is currently one major thing holding me back. I have a car, one that would work decently for a job such as this. However, anyone that knows me is aware that I do not drive. It is my goal to take the written test before the year's end. I seem to do OK on practice tests, apps on my cell phone, so I plan on trying to take a written exam next Wednesday after my doctors appointment. If time allows. I would like to take the test before December is over. And then I can work my way up to taking the actual driving course exam thing. For those of you who are not aware that I do not drive you might wonder why? Well I was born with half of my left arm, and every time I have been behind the wheel of a car I feel like I do not have very good control over it. It makes me panic a little and scares me from trying to learn. But the older I get, turning 33 this year I believe, the more I realize I cannot just walk everywhere. I do not live in Atlanta or any major city where that is an acceptable option. I live in the suburbs. And for this job to happen I will need to learn to drive.

But that is my new goal... Pet sitting.


1. Take written driving test
2. Learn to drive
3. Get license
4. Build up pet sitting jobs
5. Get certified
6. Make website
7. Happy

Of coarse... Until I am finished learning to drive there is no reason I might not offer these services to my neighbors. I can always have my cost lower until I am able 2 get certified.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

More Than Love

4 February 2010 
This is unfamiliar territory in my life. I’m at a point of absolute devotion and infatuation and just such saturating emotions in my relationship that I find the word “love” doesn’t cover it. I think that the word is over used, commercial, popular, often over stated, dramatized, and usually a jumped to conclusion that fades away.
My situation, part of me feels like it’s completely unique to us. Another part, however, thinks “how truly sad would it be if no one loved as much as we”
I am realistic and I understand that such strong emotions carry a pleasantly but perplexing toxin that vexes ones straight and forward logical understanding of life in comparison. Simply bewitching sweet thick perfume that can wrap you up in the feeling that you own, all of them, even the more deeply felt ones. Wrap you up tight and hugging you warmly in a magical sunrise moment of sheer emotions.
This exceptional ecstasy of thoughts and feeling that create such a deep dark purple hue of seriously concentrated love is flowing like a wild dancing river deep inside me every time I so much as see his face.  When He holds me he quiets the rushing rapids to a tranquil peaceful and elegant shade of summer sky blue. Sparkling and simply dazzling like the ocean that moves in each iris of his passionate caring eyes. Eyes one could more than “get lost in”. Simply a glance is felt through my spine, my flesh, my heart, my soul. A deep stare creates a rabbit hole like wonderland, and I become Alice, forever tumbling in a world of emotions like a strange high that I cannot understand. It’s simply a beautiful madness. But, madness I’d gladly build my home, and forever live gaily in.
His strong tender arms present a comfort, warm and soft like a thick velour blanket I could fall asleep in. Yet strong and very much of a man, liked to those substantial beams of wood that hold up and support the whole house. These arms “build” a beautiful caring strong structured home. One I feel truly safe in.
His heart is like a slow cooked stew. A rich broth of honest devout emotions. A hearty mix of meat and potatoes that can satisfy even the most starved heart, leaving you simply “stuffed” with true love. On top of this, a good for you blend of veggies and herbs, each one representing his good intentions and his need to fix anything that ails you. Like sitting at your bedside and holding you when you cry or no reason. This soup is almost fattening if you add in this incurable desire to spoil and serve me for no reason.
Making love to him, always reaching a higher cloud each time we embrace each other. Helping me to realize the sky is truly endless, as is the perfect heaven I feel, heart pounding, sweat dripping, kissing deeper, when we are one. The lack of words to describe the absolutely awesome moment of  our simultaneous sparkling finish as we rest and smile together blooming, blushing, panting from the sheer magnificence of our accomplishment.
Dreams of him painted on every day, as well the vivid ones that enchant me through the night. Dreams of our plans, our future. Dreams of us growing old together. Dying in each others arms, and then soaring through the cosmos as one for the remainder of our eternity. Dreams of him, dreaming of me.
Oh how sweetly he sleeps. Many moments I have spent watching him sleep. Even photographing it, as though it might be the last time I get to see it.
How does one thank somebody for this? How would I show appreciation for giving me this extensive, eternal, deep, perfect gift of love, and beyond? For giving me beautiful sunrises and sunsets in my future? Celebrations with families’ together, embracing, arm in arm, simple meals, lavish romantic dinners, moments, dates, nights cuddled togthers, mornings waking up tangled together, or just arms to fall into? How I ask shall I thank him?
All I can do, I suppose, is spend eternity giving all this back to him within my ability. Nay, beyond, for he deserves no less than (more than) perfection.

~ Forever HIS~
(Lani D. Wrevhn)
Elena Wright Stevens
*** I wrote this after we were married I believe. I found it on one of my many lost blogs. I had put a lot of work and feeling into it so I figured I would post it. ***

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Year 5 of "Happily Ever After"

                     11/5 Anniversary ❤

so year 5 of being married is pretty fantastic. I am not sure why so many people complain about marriage. It does not seem scary, stressful, or all that hard. I do not find myself having any issues with being angry or depressed or wishing I was not married. Neither of us have wandering eyes or anything like that. We are BFF and love spending time together. And it's not like just me always hanging around him, he hangs around me all the time as well. We follow each other around and want to do everything together.
Since I married somebody who is so much like me we have the same taste in movies and music and everything. Both families are getting along really well together as well. Not too long ago my family got to meet his family and they loved each other. We are intimate frequently, way more frequently then the average married couple. We snuggle all of the freakin time and I love that probably the most. He has to be 1 of these most snuggly husband ever! He snuggles and his sleep big time too, he cannot sleep next to me and not hold me.we are both bipolar, so course we have our mood shifts. But both of us are learning how to control our tempers and it is more and more frequently getting so much better.
 I barely ever have a temper tantrum incident anymore at all. I have not had a panic attack and I can't tell you how long. I even sleep better than I used to.he is learning what triggers him and is doing so much better also. He hasn't been angry in quite a while. In fact for the past few weeks the only face I can really picture him making is smiling.
 We are so connected he even text me while at work or on the road until he gets home. It is great to have such a close best friend. It is even better to be married to that best friend. He even gets along with all of my friends. And the new friends he is making in Austell I get along with really well also. And the ones he is made in the army, etc. Neither of us are overly sensitive or overly emotional people. But we still remain to both be romantic and passionate people. We are open-minded & love to do stuff. Whether it be going to Atlanta to the aquarium or what have you, the theater, dinner, or even just staying at home with our gazillion of Blu rays and DVDs we just love spending time together. He even likes to shop! Although his idea of what to shop for is different than mine. He only wants to shop for stuff that he can buy. He says he finds it irritating to see things that he wants but not be able to buy them. Not specifically to say that we couldn't afford them at that time, but some of them we do not have anywhere to put or already have one or whatever. Like I don't think that we have anywhere to put another TV. Currently we own 4. We just bought another samsung for the living room because we liked the 3d Samsung TV in our bedroom so much. Plus we have a Toshiba and I think a Panasonic. Definitely like the Samsung better! We love gadgets and gizmos and buy a lot of those type of things. It is another one of the things that we share.
We also share our love for our and all furry animals. We also share our beliefs, mostly share our political opinions, and our desire to not have children.we are considering moving. A friend of mine moved several states away and she has not been back in America that long. I already miss her and she has always been one of my best friend. jacob absolutely loves her and her husband and we both love her children as well. She has great kids. And she found a really great guy. And we all get along so well. It seems a shame to waste that with such a vast distance. We don't really have anything specifically anchoring us down to Georgia. So we might move. Still considering. But the state she move to is pretty interesting and intriguing.
 I think I have gotten a little off the point. This is basically just a summary for all of you out there who are worried about what your marriage will be like in a few years or if you should get married. This is basically just to let those of you out there like that I know that marriage is pretty fabulous. Like I said, I do not understand where all of the negativity has come from. I am assuming that a lot of the divorce rate is people who are just being very stubborn, selfish, or whatever. Maybe some has become different people since they married. Maybe some Marry that did not have a well developed friendship and trust before. Maybe some of them married without thinking it through, or to spontaneously. I'm not really sure what some people reasonings are. But so far husband and I are doing well.
I read an article the other day that said a lot of people that have problems or are going to divorce happens before the sixth year. Well we are on our 5th year so I think that we are probably fairly safe. Because if anything we are getting closer and becoming better people and improving ourselves as both individuals and as a couple. It really helps to have support of friends and family also. If your friends and family don't get along with yourself then you are going to have problems.

I really do love my life now and am so very blessed. I try to remember to thank God for that. I think it's important for us to remember to be thankful for certain things. You do not want to wait until those things have passed on or are taken away or expire before you are thankful. I was never thankful enough for my father during the time that I had him. But I talk to him everyday now. Pray God is taking care of him. And all the fuzzies we lost through our lives.

So again I say, those of you considering marriage you should definitely do it if you have a stable friendship and both have agreeable beliefs and opinions and thoughts. Make sure you are not marrying because of I need to or because of attraction or welts or something fleeting. And those of you who are married you might be hitting a rough spot, I would say to not lose faith. If you stick it out and the storm passes you might be even closer than you were before. Have faith that it will work out. And praying can't hurt either! :-)

5 Year marriage couple selfie 11-5-14

5 Year marriage couple selfie to commemorate 

do note that this was typed with my microphone so if parts of it do not make sense I apologize. As I am doing this on the fly...I do not really have the time or desire to spell and grammar check everything. But I thank you for reading and hope that you enjoyed.