Love?

Love is like a puzzle.  When you're in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together.  ~Author Unknown

Heartbreak doesn't just break a heart. It breaks families, friends, lovers and lives. When two people decide to start a relationship, with high hopes and dreams of having this feeling forever, they share that happiness with their friends. Then the two meet the families, and began to share memories with not only their loved one, but the whole family. They are loved. But when one person is torn from someone who still loves them. Families loose them, friends loose them, and the lover looses them. 
What is there to do? There's no comfort for a broken heart when you are young. It's the end of the world and what use is there going on. They fall into a pit and won't take the rope you throw to them. It kills you to see your best friend or sibling hurting, changing, and killing themselves over someone who may have been the one but isn't anymore. 
How do you explain to someone while they are being torn apart that it's possible to move on. There's no way I would listen to people when I was heartbroken.

Belief

We're too sacred to evolve, too intricate to simply exist. That's how we're so sure our creator evolved or existed first-Joshua Merrell

Everything you believe, you make it real. Nothings real to a person until its believed and we are the ones creating magic, life, miracles, with no ones help, its us so what we believe is real, who cares what others believe, its not their magic being done. It's not a matter of right or wrong, it's a matter of getting the task done a different way. I believe that coincidences, luck, karma, is all caused by us ourselves. I believe that if you believe a god is doing something for you, you are simply giving credit to yourself in another name.

‎"From the smallest necessity to the highest religious abstraction, from the wheel to the skyscraper, everything we are and everything we have comes from one attribute of man - the function of his reasoning mind. " -Ayn Rand

Backward Bill

Backward Bill, Backward Bill,
He lives way up on Backward Hill,
Which is really a hole in the sandy ground
(But that's a hill turned upside down),

Backward Bill's he rides like the wind
Don't know where he's going but sees where he's been.
His spurs they go "neigh" and his horse it goes "clang",
And his six-gun goes "gnab," it never goes "bang."

Backward Bill's got a backward pup,
They eat their supper when the sun comes up,
And he's got a wife named Backward Lil,
"She's my own true hate," says Backward Bill.

Backward Bill wears his hat on his toes
And puts on his underwear over his clothes.
And come every payday he pays his boss,
And rides off a-smilin' a-carryin' his hoss.


-Shel Silverstein
One of TNT's FAVORITE poems!!

Proposal

Sometimes I wish I was a guy. I have so many ideas of how to propose. Here's my favorite. Get a cabin, tent, or trailer in the mountains. Get up early and hike up to it with my woman. Spend the night there. Shoot rubber bands at the stars, swim in the creek (clothes optional) then eat steak for dinner. Handmade on a campfire. Either pop the question right before bed, or put it on a stick inside a marshmallow to be roasted and given to her...the latter is risky though.

Parrots eating bubblegum

I'm a parrot. My name is Flash and my brother here is Zip. We saved the rain forest. It was a dark, stormy night..no, actually, we were in the middle of a drought. Trees were dying and food was disappearing. Zip and I were flying through the heat one day, trying to find water for our family. We came across some sticky pink stuff on a tree. Hungry as we were, we tried it. The pink stuff never broke down. But Zip here noticed it was moist. So we spit it out. But the good stuck to my beak and when I spit, it blew air at the good and made it stretch. It got caught on a branch. Startled, we left. Some time later we went back and that whole tree was blooming. So, we spit the goo on all the trees. They bloomed with the good until the rain came back.

Model or Ballerina?

Young 18 year old Tessa Parkinson was just starting her life as the night cook at Steiny's Family Sports Grill when her dreams were cut short. Parkinson had modeled for her friends t-shirt company and another family friends photography business advertisement. Director of the Ballet Way magazine, Ryan Raal saw her while shopping for a humorous t-shirt for his own daughters christmas present. He remembered Parkinson's name from Imagine Ballet Theatre's World Premiere of the Secret Garden, and had noted she was a ballerina with excellent potential. He sought her out while she was working one night, and after eating the best pizza he'd tasted, Raal asked if she was interested in starting ballet again. Enthusiastically, Parkinson said yes. He hired her on for pointe shoe modeling in exchange for a position in Miami City Ballet. She has danced as the prima ballerina star roll in many new ballets that she was kind enough to provide a modernized twist for the shows to gather a larger variety of people.