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Shy
What does it mean when a girl is shy? Shyness is an emotion that affects how a person feels and behaves around others. Shyness can mean feeling uncomfortable, self-conscious, nervous, bashful, timid, or insecure. People who feel shy sometimes notice physical sensations like blushing or feeling speechless.
By marie e ehlenbach3 years ago in Families
Saving Today for Financial Security Tomorrow
It’s never too early to start saving in effort to achieve financial security. Unfortunately, for many people the future has a tendency to morph into the present faster than they ever thought possible. This translates into years of wasted savings-related opportunities. Don’t let the same thing happen to you.
By Estalontech3 years ago in Families
6 Crucial Conversations to Have With Your Partner Before Marrying
Despite popular belief that millennials are less eager to marry than previous generations, it turns out that they are just opting to marry later in life. And perhaps the longer delay is the reason why less and fewer married couples divorce. Perhaps an increasing number of couples are waiting to be certain about who they will marry before tying the marriage.
By The Secret of 60's3 years ago in Families
The Top 6 Places To Go On a Babymoon.
Every expecting parent deserves to go on a babymoon before the baby is born, which is another way of saying a final fling before switching to sleepless nights and dirty diapers, whether they are expecting their first kid or their third. Babymoons are very popular these days among couples, and some accommodations even provide babymoon packages.
By Fruits And Plants Diary - Get Insight 3 years ago in Families
The Food Riots
So it is entirely possible that my experiences with the other side, the ether, the Aether, or whatever you name the higher planes, they came calling upon me some years ago, and in their wake left a devastating awareness, a conciousness that had never viewed the ecosystems of the world in quite the way reality was now being presented. A reality, that shared itself through flashbacks to a history I never saw at the time, being on the peripheral of events, a participant in my life by only the barest definitions, the mechanical parts to be sure. Carrying out the days needs as best I could while the world unfolded around me, with not a single ounce of control. My fate was decided, just as sure as winter is seven months long up in the mountains where I live. A dozen of them flitted by, in what seemed like seconds, seconds that stretch into an empty void, the scattered revenants of memory swirling round in a cyclone of dissipating storm fronts, tearing them off their foundations and jumbling up the order of things. Would that a person could go back in time, if only to a Assage the grief, if only to catch that memory one more time, that golden instant, where love and light coalesced into utter perfection in my eyes, the peaceful scene I cling too, while tears drip from my eyes. Great hot swollen droplets, running down and falling from my eyes in a never ending torrent, their arrival the signal that grief is about to well up, at her memory. Grief that your soul will never feel the lightness of being that comes with knowledge that you can take for granted…the loving presence of your child.
By Richard Thompson3 years ago in Families
