What is funny to me. . .

Here is the thing if I am mad, sad or upset, but I can laugh, then I will be ok. My brothers always try to make me laugh.

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2. What makes you laugh?

I’m scarastic and yet corny. I also have a dark side.

I enjoy a decent joke or cute animal video.

I like a good funny show or movie (but good movies that aren’t damn remakes, are hard to find.)

My favorite comedian is or was Robin Williams. (May he rest in peace.) No one even came close to making me laugh like he did.

Favorite comedy sitcoms

1. Dharma and Greg

2. Home Improvement

3. 2 Broke Girls

4. Big Bang Theory

5. Angie Tribeca

6. Melissa and Joey

7. Young and Hungry

8. Mork and Mindy

9. The Middle

10. Married with Children

Things that make me laugh. . . Meme that get my personality and humor

Home: a special place

This was one of my homes growing up. . .

This was like my safety net. Once we lost it, its been high anxiety ever since.

It kills me as the house belonged to our family for four generations. It was built by my Great Grandpa Charles. The land is blessed and there is a creek in the backyard. There was a garden going up . .. strawberries, tomatoes, green beans, flower etc.

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3. Where is ‘home’?

I miss our old home. It was oldest and dirtiest house on the block, but it was safe and I felt like I could be myself there. Everyone felt welcomed there. I felt like I vould make mistakes and learn and no matter how I fall on my face, it will always be home. The energy level was peaceful and spiritually high. (I keep dreaming of the old house.)

Currently home is not a building, but those who you are with. . . Those who support you even though you write blogs at 1 in the morning.

I just hope some day I can get a place with my supportive family and we can feel peaceful and safe again. Please.
10. Do you have a special place you like to visit regularly?

It used to be the library, but the walk is now too far.

Mediation sometimes taken me to my special place, but it’s been hard to mediate lately.

Planner Versus Going by my gut

#4 Do you read reviews, or just go with your gut?

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90% of the time, I am a planner.

I spend hours into . . .

• research
• schedules
• organized with outlines
• to-do lists,
• Colored notes
• plans from A to ZZZ.
• I usually have at least have three different plans at one time.

Todays to-do list

1. Write blogs
2. Sleep
3. Vaccum
4. Make dinner
5. Take out trash
6. Work on writing notes
7. Review fantasy football team

• I like to get notebooks, colored pens, and day planners.
• I like my notes in colors.
• I even try to make a menu before I go to the store with a grocery list. I don’t have a lot of money to buy impulsively.
• The thing that drives me crazy is my health issues that interfere with my plans.
• I write in https://www.NaNoWriMo.org which is in November and I write 50,000 words in 30 days. I post about my research, outlining and progress on my writing blog. http://rebekahquinne.wordpress.com/
• I do not like to be late. I pride myself to get early to appointment.
• I get panic attacks and anxiety when I can’t schedule ahead with most things or if I’m late.

The last time I did something without research was I dated this negative guy who just didn’t want to be alone. (I wasn’t what he wanted, and he wasn’t what I wanted or needed.)

I also got a tablet with out comparing or researching the others, I should at least asked the store clerk, because it locks up on me, and will not run some of the games I want. . . Sigh.

My ex boyfriend was good at going with the flow and I knew if I was with him and his luck things would work out right. However since he died, I feel anxious without plan.

Sorry it has to be vague.

I wish I could explain everything that happened from the end of February to the second week of March. However I can tell you that I feel that was my fault for being greedy and needy. If I hadn’t freaked out or pushed, then we could have been still experiencing something awesome and most of all, I would still have a friend. I just hope that someday I will have my friend again (they know who they are).

It was an emotional rollercoaster that I almost didn’t ride.

Do I regret the two weeks? No.

Did I ever expect that to happen? No.

Am I glad that it did? Yes.

Do I wish there was more? Yes.

Was it a game? No.

Was it real to me (is still real to me)? Yes (yes).

Do I want to know others feel the same? YES.

What do I want? For that other person to be happy, I just wish that their happiness was/is with me.

What do I want? I want to know how can I get them back.

Am I heartbroken? Yes.

Am I depressed? Yes

Can I sleep? Not very well.

Can I eat? Not very well.

Am I lonely? Yes.

Do I just feel I lost a person who truly understood me? YES.

Do I feel lost without them? Yes.
I wonder if the other side still feels the same or are they brain washed to think that they are okay.

If I ever get the words, I will try to write a fictional story changing the names and tweaking the plot of course. However I am not the same person I was last year, and I vow to do whatever it takes to get my friend back. I miss them so much. I still have plans, dreams, and wishes for this person; I will try my damnedest to make these possibilities.