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Life Of Two Beat Friends: College CHPT 39

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 38

CHAPTER 39

Finally back to our room, “Dude? Are you okay?” I asked Charlie; he had been grasping his rib cage.

“Yeah. The wind was just knocked out of me. And I think my back is bruised. But I should be fine by morning,” Charlie climbed into the bed across from Jeremy. “But what were you thinking? You know that what you did today will kickstart how the upperclassmen treat you, right?”

“Don’t worry about me. I have a knack at head butting bullies. Sometimes they change their personalities once they have met their match,” I smirked and looked over at Jermey.

“What?” Jeremy exploded, “You think I was as bad as Bryan?”

“Not as bad, but you were a bully that I tamed,” I laughed this time, because I never thought of it that way. A pillow hit me head on. ‘I knew it would, but I still continued to laugh.’

“You were a bully?” Charlie had slightly sat up in his bed.

Timothy propped up Charlie with pillows.

Jeremy groaned as he sat in his desk chair, “Yeah, I was. I was major jerk back in high school. Thankfully George was able to understand me through these last two years of high school. I don’t know if I would have changed so drasically unless George was my role model.”

‘Wow, didn’t know that’s how he felt.‘ “Wow. didn’t know you thought of me that way,” I walked over to give Jeremy a sarcastic hug.

“Don’t you dare,” Jeremy had held up hand to stop me in my tracks.

I chuckled and backed back to my own chair. I also remembered it was not us the pair of us in the room. I bursted out a laugh because of Timothy’s expression; it was
pure horror. Jeremy looked their way and joined the laughter. “Sorry Timothy,” I tired to muffle my amusement, “being roommates with Jeremy so long has changed me.

Charlie sat confused as well, but maybe a bit more entertained.

Timothy turned towards Charlie, “Sorry you had to witness,” Timothy stopped and turned back towards Jeremy aand myself, “…that. I guess I’ve not spent a lot of time with these two.”

“Well that will have to change these next few months,” Charlie tried to laugh but instead just retreated into the pillows around him.

‘It won’t be that long for me. Soon I’ll be entering into the lions den that I have already pissed off.’

Writing…

What do you enjoy most about writing?

The simplistic part of writing. That I can have a thought and just jot it down. That it could be for me personally. It could be for my blog. For my journals. An art idea. A poem. A story from a dream.

But that it doesn’t have to be some eloquent masterpiece. For some reason I have random dreams. And occasionally I will have a vibrant dream that I must wake up and jot it down for possible future stories.

Like my story I’m writing on my blog: Life of Two Best Friends, started off as a dream. and it’s just morphed into a story that I enjoy to write.

And I have maybe 5 other stories that I have saved in my computer, all different types. Christian Romance, Fantasy, Sci-fi, etc. I just wake up inspired and I get it down.

My brain likes to store things. And if I get them down on paper that’s one less thing so my brain to store.

But writing is a great way to express one of my creative sides. I’m not good at expressing myself through speaking, but through writing people can hear my points of view easily.

The simplicity of writing.

Have a great week 😊

The Store!!….

If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?

Everything!! But seriously, I have so many ideas and why not put them all in one shop.

I want to sell artwork. Paintings, drawings, photos, etc. I would also like to have some sort of art classes in my shop.

I would like to have a cooking section. Where I have a cookbook of my tweaked recipes. Also maybe a small cooking corner; where I could teach an easy recipe. Plus a baking area.

I’d like to have an area for other crafters to maybe teach their craft. Maybe not sell items, but sell their time.

My husband wants to make and sell tables. So I’ll have an area for him. And I might steal some of his wood and paint different things. Or insist he makes different small furniture that I can help with.

Then maybe to finish off the space I would have a kid Art corner. Somewhere little kids could just go crazy and paint.

So…I would have a collection in my store.

I’m an everything type of a person. Not a one hit wonder.

Precious Cargo

What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?

People might roll their eyes or laugh at my answer, but it’s my children. They are my precious cargo. I even call them that on public.

“Mister! Got the precious cargo!?!”

If my husband is with me, I tend to prefer to be the pack mule and have the mister keep tabs on the babies. Usually when Daddy is around my daughter behaves a little more crazy. As if her body language is shouting, “ Daddy’s Home, Daddy’s Home!!”

But when it’s just me, I again looked like a pack mule. I carry only what I need (phone & wallet) and then load up with my babies. Son in left arm, daughter in right hand.

Some people might say their item is there phone. Which is true. I use my phone for almost everything as well. And the panic you get when you think you left your phone at home, does not leave a good feeling behind. Like you know something is missing and your gut drops because you think it was your phone.

Well for me and my kiddos, I can get a similar feeling if I can’t see them. But mine is more severe; I get a gut reaching fear that I messed up, and they are gone forever…scary thought.

I do occasionally go places without my daughter, and I’m constantly feeling like something is missing. So, for me my kiddos are my precious cargo that I cannot leave the house without.

5min Digital Art “Precious Cargo”
By: emily2jane
08-12-23

Alternate Me…

Describe your life in an alternate universe.

I’ll be honest. I have typed several different things for this post and they don’t seem like me. I know it’s supposed to be my opposite self but I think some thing’s would transfer over into an alternate universe. Like I am sure I would want to be a mom no matter what. Currently i knew this was for sure so I started young; young enough to enjoy my kiddos life. So opposite…start kids later in life; only one or two.

Let’s say maybe I wasn’t a swimmer…but I’m sure I would have been some sort of athlete. So let’s say opposite of swimming. Track. I would have been a track athlete. Land sports…blah! Unless it’s ultimate frisbee, I am not a land sport person in this current universe.

So….would it be my upbringing that would have been different? My dad bringing me up….then I wouldn’t have been myself. I can’t even imagine that life, nor would I want to. I probably would have run away back to my mom’s house with my siblings.

Maybe my husband is different. No. He is my match. I went on so many first dates for two years that there is no way he wouldn’t be my other half in an alternate universe. But let’s say he is older than me. That’s different.

Maybe… I’m well off…Yes money would be helpful. But I’m so well off now with so many different skills that would be sad if I wasn’t an artist, cook, organizer, etc. I would take skills over money any day. Because with skills I could make money if I needed to. Money will run out at some point. But sure, wealthy with money.

And I don’t know what’s to come in my future, so I don’t know my alternate idea. So….I guess….

Alternate universe me: Brought up by my dad. Track athlete. Older husband. Married late, late kids. Wealthy.

I don’t know about you, but I will take my current life 100%. My alternate self has such a sad sounding life.

Prompt, Word Of the Day, and Poetry….

If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?

Word Of The Day: Dauntless 7-19-23

Synonyms: fearless

They are free?

They are free!

What a wonderful day to be me!

Just paying for two more,

Is less of a chore.

We will pack up our bags;

Start off to the the flag,

Of Hawaii.

.

It’s so beautiful there.

I’ve never a care.

The amazing jungles,

The different sands,

Oh what a wonderful day to be grand.

Will I do it this time?

Will dauntless be me?

Can I swim in the ocean?

Can I be openly free?

Fearless that’s me!

.

Nope…

Never mind.

Sharks and me not a pretty dime.

I’ll stay on the beach,

That’s fine.

If only this was true,

To be seeing the wonders of blue.

The island of Hawaii,

With me!

We went to Hawaii for our honeymoon. It was forever ago. It would be fun to go again. We will go again! I just don’t know when. But it is indeed magical there. The blues, the greens, the reds, pinks, and different hues. I would love to see it all again.

“Island Charm”
Digital Art By: emily2jane
07-29-23

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 38

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 37

CHAPTER 38

‘I dont know why the other two just stood still.’ Instead I walked towards Charlie with a hand stretched out, “Hello Charlie, I’m…”

“George,” Charlie interrupted, “I think everyone in the entire school knows who you are by now. Bryan and his goons have probably started rumors about you and the stunt you pulled.” Charlie accepted my hand and nodded to Timothy and Jermey.

Jeremy was still silent, which is against his nature.

“Nice to meet you Charlie,” Timothy also intiated a hand shake.

“Dude? You are making it weirder, by you being silent,” I shook my head at the still silent Jeremy.

“Remember what Coach Jones said? He might be friend or foe,” Jeremy whispered to me.

“True. He does have a point,” Charlie interjected, “I could be one of those idiots. Believe me I wanted to be one of them my freshmen year, but after what they did to my buddy in my sophmore year; I’ll never be one of them.” Charlie seemed to slink back into his past.

“Good enough for me,” I did not push him to explain; even though my curiosity was spiked. “We were about to head to lunch. You want to join?”

Charlie just looked at us and turned, walking away.

Jeremy, Timothy, and I just looked at each other. What was the insulting?

“You guys coming?” Charlie had stopped and called back to us.

We all rushed to catch up to Charlie. Confused.

“What athelete would say no to food?” Charlie’s answered.

I laughed, Timothy nodded, and Jeremy just walked along with us.

“So you are a Breaststroker?” Timothy asked Charlie, in between bites.

“Yep. I especially like the two-hundred breaststroke in meters. I think that is my favorite event!” Charlie nodded.

I was shocked. One fifty of breaststroke was enough for me, but Charlie liked the olympic race. Ouch.’ I must have shoved the surprise on my face because Charlie spat out all the food in his mouth due to laughter. Thankfully Jeremy had dodge it or there would have been war.

“Don’t worry about saying your thoughts. I can totally understand your reaction,” Charlie started to control his laughter. “It boggles my mind how you can swim a fifty in twenty seconds. Not just me, but many of the upperclassmen were shocked and questioned Coach on the time after you had left the wall.”

“Really?!? Why would the upperclassmen question Coach Jones?”

“Yeah I forgot to tell you that part bro,” Jeremy was scarfing down all the foods in front of him. “Bryan also questioned it, but he made the teammate beside his speak out against it. You know, he has to keep up his appearences.” Charlie shook his head in annoyance.

I thought Charlie would talk, until I saw to the left who had entered the lunch hall. Bryan and his gang were walking towards our table. People who were siting around us seemed to all finish their food at the same time; because it was like a giant exudus around us. Instead a crowd was gathering around the edges of the room. ‘Bryan does have a reputation. Typical Senior.’ I just ignored his presence and continued eating.

“So, I heard you were going to be their roommate, but I didn’t know you would actually betray your group,” Bryan was resting a hand on the back of Charlie’s chair.

Charlie’s body tensed for just a second, until he relaxed and continued eating. Ignoring Bryan.

None of us looked up in regards to Bryan. I would if he messed with anyone, but I will keep calm for now.

Bryan suddenly pushed Charlies chair back, causing charlie to slide a few inches and then the back of the chair slapped the ground. Charlie laid there clasping his chest.

I calmly stood up from my seat, walked around the table, and helped Charlie to his feet. Jeremy was quickly behind me with my bag; whereas Timothy was cleaning up our mess. Once done, there we stood; the four of us against a group of eight upperclassmen.

Bryan snickered but rolled his head in annyonce. “I don’t know if you understand status quo, but you three should leave,” Bryan waved at us and pointed towards the door.

‘Does this guy think things will remain the same? Why is he acting like an old school bully? It baffled me at his unimaginative bulling skills.’ I chuckled as I grabbed my bag from Jeremy, and pulled Charlie to follow us. As much as I wanted to stay and stand up to this crap, instead I wanted to make sure Charlie was okay. That fall would have knocked the wind out of anyone.

I stopped suddenly because Charlie had done the same. Again Bryan was grasping onto Charlie’s jacket sleeve.

“Only you three. This one stays,” Bryan yanked Charlie towards his group.

“Go ahead and go guys,” Charlie said as he stood disheveled next to Bryan, “I’ll be good.”

‘I haven’t experienced a movie scene in a long time, but this was a classic bully verses weakling scene. Does Bryan not watch movies, doesn’t he know they never leave anyone behind?’ I handed my bag to Jeremy, walked up to Bryan, removed Bryan’s hand away from Charlie’s shoulders, and we both headed back to the guys. I was not about to act against him;it was not my style to start fights. But if need be, I would finish them.

I don’t know what was happening behind us, but I’m sure Bryan was at a loss for words. I wish I could look back and see his baffled face. ‘Priceless.’ The four of us exited the lunch hall smoothly. I know it must have been the right move, because whispers erupted from the crowd around us.

Ummmmm…..?

What are you most excited about for the future?

I’m not really excited about any one thing. I’m hoping for many things, but I’m not really anticipating anything.

I’m hoping that I can actually be an artist. A known artist. I will always be an artist; I just don’t know if I will ever take it anywhere.

I’m hoping we can have more babies. But that is in God’s hands. He decides. So I’m trying to be content with my kiddos and not just wait for the next one. If there will be another one.

I’m hoping my husband can go back to school and actually accomplish what he wants. Find a dream come true job. (Personal opinion: if you are going to try for a degree, do it while you are young. Not when you are full-time providing for your family.)

I’m hoping my mama will have an easy change to her life. That it won’t be so stressful and that God will provide a laid out path for her follow.

I’m hoping I can have more patience with my daughter. She desires so much and I’m trying to juggle life as it is. I get frustrated easily it seems. So I hope God can help me calm down before reacting with her.

I’m hoping that any future plans are smooth for us. We are talking about some big changes and I hope that this actually the direction God wants us to go.

So yeah, I can’t really say I’m excited for any one thing. Because everything is still in the works. Nothing is for sure. I can only try to prepare. So maybe I will say I’m excited for will come for our future. As a mama and wife, it’s not just my future. Everything about me is connected to my family. ❤️

My Whole Life”
Photograph By: emily2jane
07-11-23

The First Thing…

Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

Of course, when I read the prompt my mind went blank. Before opening up the app my mind was spinning….

‘What will today’s prompt be? Memories, school from the past, poem?’ But no when it came down to the prompt. “First thing that comes to mind.” Nothing. Even as I sat on the couch and straining to come up with something….my husband thought I was having an issue. Haha 😂

As I am writing, I am trying to come up with something. But I’m sitting in the living room, on the couch, feeding my son. My daughter is sitting at her small art table in a corner drawing thank you pictures. (Her friend just gave her some socks.) My husband is eating his breakfast at the table telling me about the various things that are happening in his friends lives.

And I am trying to think of something, while listening to all the voices.

I guess that would be my thing. Voices. I seem to be someone who can either sit in complete utter silence otherwise, I have to be enveloped by noise. Coming from a larger family it was never quiet. But now that we live states away my household can be quiet occasionally. On those days, where the hubby is out tinkering in the shop, my daughter is using her imagination to play with her figurines in her doll house, and my son is happily playing with a measuring cup and bowl; I have to turn on some music to fill the void.

But voices…I can often hear my mom’s voice when I’m pondering my options. God’s voice when I’m conflicted or worried. Husband’s voice when I’m doing something that he would give me the look of, “Really?” My own thoughts too; often when I’m trying to do several things at once. My siblings voices when certain topics come up in conversation; I can hear them chiming in as if they were actually there.

Voices. They all are a great comfort to me. Because I know no matter what, I am loved.

A picture just came to mind. Let me try and draw it. My son is currently asleep on my arm as I’m writing this post. Don’t know how my digital drawing will be.

Digital Art: “Stillness Within”
By: emily2jane
04-22-23

Even if it’s everything is happening at once…there can still be stillness.

Have a wonderful day.

Word Of The Day: Flounder 04-13-23

Synonyms: flounder, struggle, squirm, wriggle, splash, stumble, blunder, etc.

.-.-.-.

Morning.

My eyes only flutter open,

When I hear the door creak.

She’s awake.

.-.-.

Brother lies still beside me,

Finally resting peacefully.

The night was a struggle.

.-.-.

Breakfast.

My essences left my body.

I stand hollow and empty.

Yelling and chattering,

Never end with these two.

.-.

Food is out.

Why such a battle.

I squirmed and wriggled,

To get one meal done.

Please nap time come.

.-.-.

Afternoon.

Chaos is constant.

Never a moment of peace.

Questions spewing, toys flying, emotions rising.

Will it ever be done?

.-.-.

Bedtime.

Screams of protest.

Anger developing.

Stumbles, fumbles, thrash, splash.

Silence follows all those blunders.

.-.-.

Silence.

Regrets and upsets,

Fill my brain.

Retrace your steps,

To learn again.

Sleep.

.-.-.

Morning.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Being a mama is tough. One child is different than two. Especially when your first child is intelligent and stubborn. She is determined to do it her way. He way or the highway. Except that doesn’t work when it’s supposed to be my way.

Little man is so mellow compared to her. He is smart too, noticeably for his age. My life will be interesting; calm way to put it.

But I struggle. I don’t know what I’m doing. I try my best and always some part of the day seems to be….Blarghbaaaaaaaaaa!!! If you couldn’t tell, that was me having a meltdown.

And I know it will continue to be difficult if we continue to add to our family. But hopefully I can find that flow…a current of productive moments.

I do have those moments. And I need to try and focus on the happy sweet moments of the day at bedtime. It’s difficult. But I know they probably outnumber the bad moments.

To all young moms out there. You are doing a great job. And all grandma’s now, you did amazing job raising your kids. Because they decided to continue the line of family. Your kids feel comfortable and confident enough to raise kids on their own.

Thank you to my mom!❤️

“After A Storm” Digital Art
By: emily2jane
04-13-23

I will starting to paint soon. And some of the art from my blog will finally be on canvases!! I’m excited to get my art out into the world. 🎊

The word of the day today might be a negative word. But it helps show you the good in life. Like the picture above. Always after something bad, the good will come into focus, and shine in your life. Have a wonderful day ❤️