Just Doing My Best: My Builder

Monday, May 09, 2011

My Builder

He is gathering up the pieces of my heart.

With each day that goes by, he puts the pieces into place.

I let him in and he is careful; he knows this is the last chance.

I know no other way than to let him in, trust his words, and

let him take care of me once again.

My heart belongs to this builder; my one and only love.

-Jackee

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NormanFriday, September 30, 2011
i did not read every post, but i read what interested me. mostly i read the odd facts about you. i write, as well, and enjoy meeting other artists. please, look me up on facebook and/or email me. normanlk99@gmail.com
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Random Facts about Jack

When I chew a piece of gum, I have to split it in half and chew a piece on each side of my mouth.

I prefer email and texting to talking on the phone.

I have a fear of toothpicks and I never use them. I actually cringe when I see someone using one.

I don’t like my food to touch. If it were practical, I would use the cafeteria trays from grade school for all my meals so that everything has dividers.

My favorite color is “rainbow.” I love all colors.

My lucky number is 8.

I think popcorn smells better than it tastes.

I love flowers but I’d rather receive notes, cards, and/or letters instead.

My childhood nicknames were “Squid” and “Tiny Mite” – both given to me by my parents.

I talk out loud to myself throughout the day.

I cannot wear jewelry to bed because my body gets claustrophobic.

Styrofoam makes me nauseous and hearing people touch it makes me gag.

I hoard school supplies – especially pens, pencils, crayons, and markers.

I have never been skiing and I have no desire to.

My toenails are always painted.

I cannot let any part of my body hang over the side of my bed while I’m sleeping because the “monster under the bed” might grab me.

I don’t like “sides of the bed,” I like to switch it up.

I want to be buried in “ruby slippers” and for my casket to be engraven with, “there’s no place like home.”

Sometimes I still feel 17.