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Word Of The Day: Propitiate 11-06-21

Synonyms: appease, pacify, make peace with, etc.

Living in darkness,

With no noticeable escape.

You live to appease,

Not provoke.

Constantly being cautious,

Never thriving.

Your limbs are bruised,

Your mind is suffocated,

You attempt to stay calm;

Praying for peace.

Darkness is submerging you,

No!

Fight to get the light.

Ask for help,

Speak the truth.

Life is better than pride.

When I heard the synonyms my initial thought was a brutal relationship.

I personally don’t have any experience. But I have watched one unfold. Sometimes it just takes a nudge from someone or the person personally to say enough is enough.

Asking for help is never a bad thing. You are actually the bravest person to me if you ask for help when you desperately need it. Life. Living. Thriving. Is more important than anything.

Striving For Light” B
y emily2jane
11-06-21

Stay strong. You are never alone. You always have God beside you. Everything is in his hands.

Which I’m in that place as of now; regarding wanting another baby. If I’m meant to have another one God will let it happen. But if not, maybe I’m meant to only have one.

Have a strong Saturday!

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 22

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 21

CHAPTER 22

“You are not giving it your all!” Coach yelled at us as we both clutched the wall like it was a saftey haven.

“Coach…the run killed…” I said as I gasped for air. My legs were on fire.

“That is no reason. I’ve given you worse sets before. Have you really become so soft?” Coach sipped at his coffee.

“Dude. Talking is pointless,” Jeremy slapped my shoulder, “Let’s just continue,” Jeremy coughed out, as he climbed once again onto the blocks.

‘Yeah. What am I saying. Maybe the lack of oxygen was clouding my judgement.’ I followed Jeremy’s lead and once again climbed the block. “Let’s go again.”

“Are you sure. You seemed to talk back a moment ago. Do you want to quit?” Coach stared at the two of us.

“No. Continue. I’m not done,” I took my stance, ready for the Go!

Jeremy nodded and followed my lead now.

“Fine,” Coach pulled his stopwatch out again and put his whistle back in his mouth. “Take your mark…Go!” The whistle sounded and we left.

My feet left the block. This was my thirtieth fifty. Coach was pushing us to be better but my body was dead. I stretched my arms, trying to capture as much water to propel myself forward. My legs were moving but I had no idea how quickly; they were completely numb. I knew I was breathing way too much, but my lungs were on fire. Turn; feet exploded off the wall. ‘Keep going. You need to do this. Coach is watching.’ My arms were failing me; they felt more like jelly than limbs. Ten yards to go. I took my last breath and put my head down. I was going to finish this. ‘Finish…no…’ My left arm cramped up; I could no longer feel it. ‘No, keep going!’ Five yards. Lack of oxygen must be the cause of my body dying. As if planned, my right leg cramped enough that it stopped moving. ‘Go.’ Five, four, three, two, wall!

I could hear voices, but it was all dark around me. ‘What’s going on? Jeremy? Coach? Hello?’ I could feel someone lifting my body up and placing my on a hard surface. ‘Really! What is happening? And why can’t I see anything?’ Finally I heard Coach’s voice distinively.

“How is he? Is he responsive? Do I need to call an ambulance?”

‘Responsive? Ambulance?’ “I’m fine,” I tried to say, but it must have been subconiously, because I was ignore.

“If he doesn’t respond in one mintue I will have you call 911,” the voice right above me said.

“Dude!” Jeremy coughed out panically, but then choked on his next words, “…wake up…dude…”

Jeremy must have given up talking since it grew quiet again. ‘What is that? Air?’

“Call 911. He is still unresponsive,” the voice said above me.

The puffs of air continued, and I could hear a panicked Coach voice speak on the phone.

“Yes. Male. He is seventeen years old. He passed out in a pool after an intense swimming set. Please hurry. Nothing can happen to him,” Coach’s voice seemed…panicked. “Thank you. They will be here in ten minutes or faster,” Coach said back in my direction.

“Understood. I’ll continue CPR. Micheal,” the voice yelled away from himself.

“Yeah,” another voice answered.

“Come help me,” the voice said as he continued the puffs of air. “Also, keep an eye on the other swimmer. He doesn’t look so good either.”

“I’m good…Just… my stomach is screaming for food,” Jeremy melted to the deck. He no longer had the energy to hold himself up.

“I got it,” Micheal said as he quickly dashed away and came back quickly with, I’m assuming, food.

“Thanks,” Jeremy said.

“Control yourself, or you will choke,” the voice above me said. “Come on, George. Wake up. You need to wake up.”

‘Believe me. I am trying, but nothing I’m doing seems to be working.’ Jeremy was talking about food and I could feel my stomach grumble with jealousy. Pretty much yelling at me to feed it too. Sirens began to blare in the background. ‘I don’t want to be taken off to a hospital. God, please wake me up! WAKE UP!’

Is This Happy?

I’ve had a strange 10hrs.

An exciting, crazy, strange,

24 hours.

I went to bed at a reasonable hour.

Not too early,

Not too late.

I woke up happy at 3:28.

I’m drifting back to sleep,

Right now;

Confused, ecstatic, and pleased.

Am I happy?

Is this real?

We will see how I feel,

In another…now 3 hours.

If the happiness continues,

Or if destruction to all,

Is coming.

Not quite sure. Just woke up. And honestly as I was drifting back to sleep I started this poem. And instead of ignoring it I decided to jot it down. It is currently 4:01am and I am awake happy.

Confused and excited are perfect descriptions for how I am feeling. Maybe it’s because of all the Dr. Seuss books read at story time yesterday.

We will see in the next three hours. Whether I am a beautiful butterfly when I wake up…or a scary dragon will emerge from bed.

Have a very confusing Friday!

I was originally going to post this on Friday. But since my sleeping schedule was all topsy-turvy I am now posting this poem on Saturday.

So have a nice slumbering Saturday!

Word Of The Day: Hector 10-25-21

Synonyms: bully, intimidate, badger, torment, harass, etc.

Shoved into a corner,

No one is for me.

The eyes are filled with hate,

The hands try to suffocate me.

Tormenting me alone.

Pressure making me crumble.

This will never change,

Everything will remain.

Unless I change.

Bullies are usually bullied as well. But the pleasure people get from bullying people is disgusting. No one should ever be seen as prey, or weak. But still it happens.

“Never Should Be.”
By emily2jane
10-25-21

The only way to defeat the bully is for you yourself to become strong. Bullying can come in any form. Not just a physical aspect like you see in the movies.

But become strong. Be unwilling to change for anyone. When the bully can no longer control you with any means they will give up. But don’t just stop there. If the bully stops and moves onto another person; go and be that support for the new person. Don’t let them suffer alone. Help them build themselves up, and make them unmoving. And so on.

Have a strong Tuesday!

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 21

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 20

CHAPTER 21

“WAKE UP!…” Coach threw open the door of our bedroom. Only to find the bed stripped and the two of us on opposite sides of the bed. But on the floor. “What the? Why are both of you on the floor?”

I knew why, so I didn’t respond. I just ignored the unwelcomed vistor.

Jeremy groggily sat up from his position. I should say, he groaned is way up; because the noises he made were hilarious. “What?” he looked up at the bed. “Where is he?”

Coach pointed to the opposite of where Jeremy was sitting.

Jeremy begrudingy stood, crawled onto the bed, and gazed over the bed trying to see me. “You idiot. I gave you the bed last night. If I had known, I would have slept up here.”

‘I guess the thought of more sleep is out of the question.’ I hoisted my cramped body up so that I could look Jeremy in the eye. “Really? I thought you were on the floor for reflection?”

“Right. True. Neither of us deserved the bed. What’s for breakfast?” Jeremy expectantly asked Coach.

Coach stood there confused about what that exchange was just now. But he shook his head, “What do you mean breakfast? It’s only four-thirty in the morning. You need a workout before breakfast.” Coach grinned that grin that I know all too well.

“Four-thirty!” Jeremy exclaimed as he leaned back over to his side, digging around under the bed for his phone. Finally fishing it out he checked time; indeed it read four-thirty. “Are you crazy?” Jeremy reached back down the side of the bed and grabbed the comforter and drapped it over his body.

‘That’s stupid to do in front of Coach. I would have waited until he left the room.’ I sighed and got up from the floor. If Coach says it’s time to workout, you don’t fight it. Or it will be ten times worse.

“George,” Coach pointed at Jeremy to get up, “we leave in five,” and Coach left the room.

I could hear Coach quickly walk down the stairs. “Dude. Dude,” nothing. ‘Maybe he actually fell asleep.’ I walked over to the mound on the bed and lowered my head to where his head presumably would be. Sure enough a soft repetitve breathing was coming from the blanket. ‘Yep. The idiot fell asleep again.’ “Dude!” I yelled at the blanket and jabbed him in, what I assumed was his side, as hard as possible.

“Yyyyyaaaouch!!” Jeremy yelped and jolted up, falling off the bed.

I couldn’t help it, and I busted into laughter. ‘That was awesome.’ “Dude. We’ve now got, I check my watch, “two minutes until we need to be downstairs and ready. Move your butt,” I quickly threw on some exercise pants and a sport jacket. “One mintue,” counting down seemed like the only way to motivate Jeremy. He was at least trying to quickly get dress.

We both were putting our shoes on when we heard the loud, “Thirty seconds!” from Coach downstairs.

We bolted, even before our shoes were tied. We were down the stairs and quickly tying our shoes as Coach continued to count down, “thirteen, tweleve, eleven,…”

Finally finished with my shoes, I stood up ready for the torture to begin.

“Three, two, one, good. Not great, but good,” Coach glanced at the two of us. “I’ll be getting in my truck, and you two will be running until I get tired. Fair?”

‘Not fair. Not one bit.’ But there is no way I was going to say that out loud. I just nodded.

Jeremy looked shocked, but he too didn’t argue.

“Good,” Coach grabbed his truck keys and walked towards to his vehicle. “Well? You gonna start?” Coach waved at us, while pausing before getting in his truck.

‘Right.’ I left the porch and started the long trek on the road. ‘I wonder when Coach will get tired?’ I looked around to make sure the idiot was following me, and he was just to my right. I heard the truck behind us, and I was about to stop and let him through.

Almost instantly, Coach pulled up beside us, “Don’t you dare stop. I’ll see you in my rearview mirror. If you stop I will magically wake up more. Now get going,” and the truck roared directly in front of us. Just enough ahead, that we couldn’t catch up.

‘This is going to be a long morning.’ We continued down that never ending road.

“When…is this..going to…end?” Jeremy said gaspng for air as we continued to run.

‘I had no idea.’ The sun was just beginning to rise. Meaning it must be closer to five. ‘Thirty minutes! I knew coach was brutal, but I think this was a bit
excessive.’
Again I was not going to be the one to say anything. “Just keep… going,” I retorted back to Jeremy as I continued my pace behind Coach’s truck.

“Ahggg…” Jeremy grumbled, but he too continued.

The truck suddenly showed break lights. ‘Break lights?!? Awesome sauce.’ Our trek must be over. The truck pulled to the left and the engine shut off.

“Thank…you,” Jeremy wheezed out as he seemed to pick up his pace until he reached the grassy patch in front of the truck. He collapsed to the floor.

‘Idiot. His legs are going to be burning when he stands back up.’ I kept my pace and paused, standing next to Jeremy’s collapsed body. Coach was still in the truck. “Coach?…” ‘What is he looking at?’ I followed his gaze behind me…‘no.’ There behind us was the city pool. Turning my eyes back to coach I saw that smirk smile. The smile that meant death was coming. “Dude. I wouldn’t just be still. Stretch or you are going to regret it,” I whispered down, nudging Jeremy’s sprawled out body; just as Coach exited his truck.

“You two,” Coach stopped, looking down at the dead Jeremy. Coach chuckled and looked back to me, “Get him up and ready. He’s not too smart for collapsing. I’m going to enjoy this,” Coach walked past me and towards the pool.

“What does he mean not too smart?” Jeremy sat up quickly. “Ah…my head,” Jeremy grabbed his forehead.

The blood must have rushed back to his brain.’ “Exactly,” I reached down and pulled Jeremy to his feet. Or at least I pulled him up. As I expected his legs could not hold up his weight.

“Where did he go?” Jeremy clung to my shoulder as I turned him around to the direction Coach had left. “No. He’s kidding right!?” Jeremy had finially joined the situation.

“That’s Coach for you. You should have listened and stretched,” we started to follow.

“Your coach is crazy. Mine was a mean piece of work, but your’s is…” Jeremy thought for a good description.

“Hurry up you two!” Coach’s voice yelled to us.

‘Crap.‘ “Pick up the pace or I’m leaving you here,” I pretended to let go of Jeremy.

“Dude,” Jeremy latched onto me, “okay.”

We picked up the pace and reached the front gate; where Coach and, I’m assuming, the head lifeguard stood.

“Get ready. Suits and googles are in the restroooms,” Coach shook the lifeguard’s hand again and entered the deck.

‘Yep. Death is near.’

Now I Can Melt.

The pictures are done.

Which means we had to clean our house from top to bottom; from 10am-4:30pm.

I am pooped. I am writing this as I lay in bed. But I still wanted to post something. Because I plan on sleeping well pass 9:00am.

I finished that card I was drawing.

Here is the starting point. Only markers and color pencils.

Not too bad. Just now seeing it like this again it seems warmer.

Here is the first hour of additional paint.

Gives it some definition.

I love adding paint. It just gives it depth.

Here is the final 30min. I do all the paint with a sample from Home Depot and tooth picks.

“First Snow”
By emily2jane
10-22-21

Hopefully soon this will be a reality. I am ready for colder temperatures.

Finally Saturday!! Enjoy the weekend!

Leaves!

One of my favorite things…

The sounds they create,

Are soothing to the ear.

They sway with the wind,

Dancing to their own tune.

They flutter falling down,

Softly landing in their place.

If you run through them,

They crunch beneath your sole.

If you rake them,

They rustle across the grass.

When I see piles…

I want to submerge myself,

Deep under the leaves.

Leave them alone,

They make the ground golden.

I love it when the leaves change colors, but I love it more when they cover the ground.

It reminds me of my grandparents back brick patio. They had a ginkgo tree; that would let their leaves fall and it would create a “yellow brick road” at least that’s hat my grandma hold say.

One day I was at their house and I decided to do something nice and rake up all the leaves. I got them into a huge pile when my grandma came out. I expected a big thank you, but instead she said… “Oh…can you spread them back out everywhere. I love being surrounded by golden yellow.”

So now when I see piles of leaves I’m at war with myself. Either jump in the pile or leave them alone. Once the color is gone, sure rake them. But if you don’t mind leave them be and enjoy the crunch.

Digital Art
By emily2jane
10-22-21

Sadly this tree died…it was slowly dying over the last few years. But then I got a message that the wind finally did the deed and uprooted the tree… RIP Tree 🧡

Finished!!

Finally the sickness is gone!

I spent yesterday drawing birthday/ holiday cards.

It was the first time in a long time that I got to relax…and do something I enjoy…

The idea…Got this picture from the internet.

Now what I came up with…

Minecraft for my nephew’s birthday.

He loves Minecraft. I got the inside scoop from my mom and his older brother. It’s not technically the same as the picture I used online…but I’m not going to sell it. It is just a gift. (Cannot sell things when they are not your work.)

Minecraft is hard to draw…at least for me. Since it’s not realistic.

Next was my mom. She asked me if I had any Thanksgiving/ Fall card she could use to send to family this year. I didn’t so I drew one. This was my inspiration…

My wreath plus our front door.

I actually made this wreath myself…will never again, buy a holiday wreath.

The outcome…

“Changing Colors”
By emily2jane
10/20/21

Another original…I enjoy originals. Because they are mine!!

Next…

“Travel
By emily2jane
10-20-21

Another original. But this one has a twist. My daughter did the background paint. Whereas I, as you can probably guess, did the drawing. The drawing is inspired by one of my own photos.

I drew this one for my brother’s birthday. ❤️

And finally… just because I can…

I decided to draw another winter themed card. Just because I can, and now I can add it to my collection.

“First Snow
By emily2jane
10-20-21

This one is again inspired by a photograph of mine. It’s not done yet. But this card only took me 30min. To this point.

Maybe sense I spent all day drawing, it came easier this time.

Once I finish this card, I’ll share it with you all.

Enjoy your Thursday! May it be filled with changing colors. 🍂

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 20

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 19

CHAPTER 20

Dinner was delicious; it had been over six months since the last time I had pizza. Thankfully we had ordered from a mom and pop type of place called, The Mrs’ Pies.

Jeremy and I were preparing for bed. It seemed like the night just flew by. My chance to talk to Jenny never came. The pressure was getting to me. Because we only have tomorrow, and after that we fly back to Montana and she to Europe. I have no idea of the next time we will meet.

I was showered and was sprawled out on the queen bed just staring at the ceiling fan. I was trying to clear my mind; by not thinking of anything.

Jeremy came out of the connecting bathroom; he shoved his toothbrush back in his backpack, walked over to the bed, and shoved me to the opposite side. “I don’t know what you are thinking; I’m definately sleeping on the bed.”

I threw his hand off of me. “Yeah, right! Sure you are. In your dreams.” But I was really thinking about how to pry into his and Jenny’s conversation from earlier.

“Just ask,” Jeremy laughed as he relaxed onto his half of the bed, “I know that’s what you are thinking.”

‘It’s creepy that he knows me so well.’ I decided to pause our fight for the bed, and asked the question that was hauntingly mind, “Well…how did your talk go? I didn’t hear any yelling or things being thrown so you must have kept your cool?”

“I will admit, there were times I almost lost control, but I kept it in… knowing you would probably kill me if I did anything to your girl.” Jeremy smirked.

“Not my girl, but yes, you would have died tonight,” I brushed off the, girl, statment because I didn’t want that phrase to drift to Jenny’s room. “Did you tell her everything? You guys talked for almost three hours.”

“Yes and no. I apologized for Sophmore year; turns out she found out later what I had said that day.” Jeremy grabbed the back of his neck, “Man, I was a jerk back then.”

I looked at him almost instictively. ‘Only then?’

“Oh, shut it. I don’t have to hear you speak it, to know what you are thinking. But you know what I mean,” Jeremy turned his head towards the mirror to look at himself. “I was a piece of work that day. Yes, my childhood was awful, but hearing her speak about what I did that day…I felt like trash in front of her.”

Jeremy looked like he collapsed in front of me. His body hunched over itself, and he seemed like he was admitting defeat.

“I think the guys let me off too easily. I’ll have to tell Jerry that he did the best. Jenny was shocked when I told her that I was accepted into the four of you,” Jeremy ran his hand through his still sopping wet hair. “I told her about growing up with a crappy Dad and coach. She acknowledged that aspect I think; probably out of pity. I didn’t tell her about my mom. I’m relizing that maybe my mom would rather me not telling everone about that night. I actually don’t know if she has told her friends; so until I ask my mom face to face, I’m going to keep that night to myself.”

I didn’t even think about that. That Jeremy’s mom might not want to talk about her nightmare experience. I felt guilty about telling Ken, and letting Matthew and Jerry find out. “Sorry dude, about…”

“Nope,” Jeremy stopped me, “I’m happy they know. I don’t know if Jerry would have moved past our issue if I hadn’t.”

‘True. Jerry would probably still be hating his guts.’

“I…apologized to her for being the cause of the rumors. What her dad said was right. What I said that day did initiate the rumors, but I can totally see those two idiots manipulating my words into something awful, but without being expelled. I just can’t believe that I was the cause…” Jeremy had recoiled his body from looking in the mirror.

“I understand that, but dude,” I clapped suddenly making him jump, but bringing him out of his zoning, “I kind of feel like the rumors were going to happen anyways. You changed, but none of your buddies did. They continued to be trash. You had no control over their behaviors.”

“But I did,” Jeremy said point blank.

‘What?’ I didn’t actually respond. How could I?

“How do you think that those guys became the way they did?” Jermery questioned without waiting for an answer, “I was the one to create the trash. They were actually pretty cool dudes before my family life got worse. They were all top notch.”

I couldn’t answer him. We were suseptible to change, but knowing this I understood how none of this would have happened if it were not for him…‘I really can’t defend him.’

“So…in the end I was the cause for Jenny’s pain. I…I have no words for myself. Just like you, you can’t even speak to me,” Jermey got up from the bed and sat on the floor. “I’ll take the floor tonight. I don’t think I could sleep comfortably anyways,” He reached up and grabbed a pillow; he then layed down in his new desired spot.

I still sat there stunned. ‘Jeremy is still my friend, don’t get me wrong, but how am I supposed to face Jenny. I befriended the person who destroyed her life. He destroyed my girl’s everything.’ I got up to shut off the overhead light and looked down at Jeremy; he was curled into a ball position. ‘Yeah he is still my good friend. Only a true friend would be sleeping like he is right now; someone owning up to his mistakes.’ I got back onto the bed, but somehow also felt guilty for sleeping there too. So I threw Jeremy the comforter first, before I too grabbed a pillow, a blanket, and slipped off the bed to sleep on floor.

Relapse…

The day we thought she was better…

That night she relapsed.

No sleep for the mama.

Unhappy baby belly.

When will it end?

Not really a poem. But sure. Just my thoughts of this morning. But I’ve been super mama!

Trying to think of things I’ve accomplished…?

I’ve help my baby 24/7! I’ve not gotten sick! And I finished her costume!

She will be a…Tiger!

It started off as just a long sleeved orange shirt. 8hrs later…😎 Sharpie pens are awesome!

Stay healthy! Have a nice Monday! ❤️