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To receive. To grab with your hands when someone throws something your way. I loved to play catch with my grandpa. He would throw the football to me and I tried to catch. I learned how to throw a football with him. The word catch reminds me of good memories.
» Posted By heidi On 09.01.2017 @ 9:23 am
tall glass floating on a vast smooth ocean
» Posted By heidi On 08.25.2016 @ 6:10 pm
a tall silver glass drink bottle floating in the ocean
» Posted By heidi On 08.25.2016 @ 4:38 pm
I have been called an aver-achiever. I love to go above and beyond what I need to do. Unfortunately, this has gotten me into trouble, because sometimes I feel like I should do so much and I become paralyzed.
» Posted By Heidi On 09.24.2015 @ 7:58 am
the ability to see what another is going through
not the same as true caring
making another feel that their situation is important
another is not alone
gives others strength
lack of empathy indicates too much on ones plate, or sociopathic
» Posted By heidi On 05.07.2015 @ 7:42 am
The man was horribly disfigured by the fire. After multiple surgeries, he was able to eat properly at the table. His family was happier when he wasn’t drooling. They were able to finish their dinner with out incident.
» Posted By Heidi On 07.09.2014 @ 6:14 am
He was a large man, towering over the woman he had his arm around. When they walked into the bar they looked more like a father and child, and something in his demeanor held a protective stance.
» Posted By Heidi On 06.22.2014 @ 9:55 am
It was important to find them before the snow began to fall. The mother and her small child, their sense of direction turned back on to itself. Had they backtracked down into the valley, where they would find all the escape routes steep and tortuous? I concentrated on the small clues, the broken branches and the disturbed leaves. I would find them before the weather reached them.
» Posted By Heidi On 05.18.2014 @ 9:48 am
» Posted By Heidi On 03.05.2014 @ 5:36 am
There once was a king that lived in the woods. They called him an emperor. He lived by himself, and never really came into the village of Pine River. One day there was a shortage of food in the village, so the people went straight to the emperor. They cried out to him for help. He said… my oh my…I AMD much too busy to help you. so they left him at once not knowing what to do next. What will we do? They didn’t know what to do. So they decided to go on a hunt for wild game food.
» Posted By Heidi On 02.24.2014 @ 10:17 am
There once was an emperor that ruled the land. He was very happy with the work that he did. one important thing that he did was to bring peace to the nation. When he arrived people fought against each other, and he created ways to get people to start appreciating each other, and not always be out to get eachother. He always loved the book… how the emperor got his groove bo
» Posted By Heidi On 02.24.2014 @ 6:47 am
we need to demonstrate how to make jello shots. First step is to make the jello. Next step is to put in the alcohol and then freeze it all in little cups. Last step is to drink. Let me demonstrate for you!
» Posted By Heidi On 02.16.2014 @ 1:06 pm
Everyone thinks in stereotypes, but what are they really. Ways for us to categorize each other… ways for us to define ourselves. It is how we make sense of the world and our place in it.
» Posted By Heidi On 11.08.2013 @ 9:11 pm
Complexity is something that is very complex and filled with things it comes from the word complex.
» Posted By Heidi On 09.09.2013 @ 9:14 am
I have never understood sisterhood – having no sisters. I’m sure it’s not the same as what I share with friends. It must be reassuring to have someone in your life who knows you that well. Someone to share so many things over time.
» Posted By Heidi On 06.02.2013 @ 8:02 am
The cat sounded like she was mumbling, not really purring. It sounded like she had something to say, something important, but her undeveloped vocal cords wouldn’t allow it. I listened carefully. Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm,Mmm
» Posted By Heidi On 04.16.2013 @ 7:30 pm
Unemployed, lazy. Waste of my taxes. Funding irresponsibility with the wages of the responsible.
» Posted By Heidi On 04.11.2013 @ 8:16 am
Director is an incredible person who makes up so many ideas for just one movie. No one knows who the director in a specific movie, I always give credit to the director, not the actors.
» Posted By Heidi On 03.13.2013 @ 1:35 am
My roommate claims that I am weird. I don’t understand why she thinks that. I’m completely normal. Well, except for my itchy thigh syndrome. It’s worse now that I’m back at school. I do feel bad for my roommate. She has to listen to me moan in pleasure as I itch my thighs. The feeling is great though. No one will ever understand that great feeling of itching your own thighs.
» Posted By Heidi On 02.06.2013 @ 8:15 pm
Her features gleamed in the darkness like a beacon at the end of a foggy dock. I felt drawn to her, her gravitational pull irresistible, like a moth to a flame I helplessly floundered towards her light and the great unknown.
» Posted By Heidi On 02.01.2013 @ 7:05 am
in my arms
but all its own person
I do not yet know
but already on her way
» Posted By heidi On 01.30.2013 @ 8:08 am
a compass is a tool that you use to direct your way while traveling or figuring out directions. you can have a literal compass or a figurative compass, either will point you in the direction you are searching for. whether in your personal life and dreams and aspirations, or which road to take when at an intersection. a compass can point the way.
» Posted By Heidi On 01.12.2013 @ 10:35 pm
When I’m sad I cry when I’m happy I cry. I never understand why we cry. Maybe it just all of our thoughts coming down into visible puddles. Puddles. Have to see to kee sane. Like writing down notes to not keep your head crammed with precious ideas you’re afraid to lose. Crying is what keeps us sane, keeps us in touch with reality. Keeps us vulnerable.when were first born we cry to breath. When were little we cry to get our necessary or unesecarg attention. When we’re older we cry in public yet feel ashamed or we cry in private to hide our pain.
» Posted By Heidi On 01.12.2013 @ 1:58 am
I made a promise.
But it was impossible to keep.
I tried. It wasn’t to be.
Some promises are golden, but some are made to be broken.
You said you wouldn’t break my heart – you promised.
But you broke that promise.
» Posted By Heidi On 01.08.2013 @ 8:48 pm
this is where i am placed. God put me here for a reason. I must have faith in his plan and be content with where He placed me.
» Posted By Heidi On 01.03.2013 @ 5:43 pm
The barrel rolled down the hill with the little boy in it. It seemed like an adventure at first, but he was scared. He could hear his little sister screaming his name between the bumps of the barrel against the rocks.
» Posted By Heidi On 01.01.2013 @ 8:54 pm
It’s Christmas today, and my family spent the whole day snuggling around the fire. We opened presents, laughed, and rejoiced (so cliche… but true!). Fire keeps me warm after skiing on these cold, snowy days.
» Posted By Heidi On 12.25.2012 @ 7:10 pm
fingers and toes….not all together of course..that makes twenty…fingers and toes…i wonder if i learned to tie my own shoelaces by the age of five…though i recall trips to clarks and easy buckle and velcro fasteners…is that cheating?…they do nice boots now though…they say you shouldnt use the word ‘nice’…well im making it retro again ;-)
» Posted By heidi On 12.17.2012 @ 3:15 pm
I have this problem. I broadcast my itchy thigh syndrome to the wrong people. I think that’s why I can’t get a man. I understand that most people have an issue with itchy thighs, but come on here people! Give this girl a break! It isn’t my fault that I have itchy thighs. I can’t help it! I know I shouldn’t broadcast it though. I do. But I really think it just makes more sense to broadcast my issue to people when I first meet them. Best icebreaker ever!
» Posted By Heidi On 12.08.2012 @ 8:05 pm
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The art of the thighs. They are so beautifully sculpted. Too bad mine, if all thighs, itch. A lot. There isn’t anything that is artsy about them. It is quite sad to see my legs all red and flaked with dead skin cells. Who likes that? I know I don’t.
» Posted By Heidi On 11.13.2012 @ 6:35 pm