you are a blessing !

and I would say you are A very young 50ish

have a great day!

Intro or extroversion have less to do with public personas than we often think. Everyone thinks I’m an extrovert because so much of what I do I do in public, interacting with many people. But my favorite time is time alone.

I suspect the “real you” is comfortable with being alone, being reflective and thoughtful, but also more comfortbale interacting with people as time goes along.

I like the new picture — down to earth and homey — but I also liked the other one – seemed very elegant and classy (not to say that you look “not classy” in this picture he hastened to say taking his foot out of his mouth)

You don’t look a day over 39 (and I hope that is a safe low end — I’n not good at judging ages from pictures – — maybeyou are actually in the categoryof Dr. Phil’s “50 and fabualous” — Maybe I’ll stop now before I really put my foot in it.

I’ve seen your comments around the various places that we seem to share in our INTERNET journeys. Alway find your comments to be insighful helpful and often with some much needed humor — You rock — keep it up!!!

God Bless
Charlie

I love this post Dee. I guess it is what I was trying to say. I think my “murkiness” often comes when I try to resist what God is trying to make me into. Maybe someday I will let go and let him mold me and make me (how many phrases come to mind that are in our hymnals). I know the age, so I will wait and let the boys guess!!!

You are certainly NOT worthless. I’m as serious as a heart attack.

I would say that the real you verses the blog you is more outgoing and real. The real you is more transparent. I like the real you. But at times in your posts I can hear your voice saying it in my head. I don’t think any of us from up here think of you as introverted in the least.

Of course, in Lubbock, cotton fields abound and you watched as they picked their crops. We never said harvested cotton. It was “picked” cotton. After moving to Beaumont, we became close to friends who were rice farmers. One day I asked John, “John, when do you pick the rice?” He hooted loudly and laughed and laughed. He then explained that you “harvest” rice, not pick rice. It never dawned on me but I could envision why you might “pick” cotton, but you would never “pick” rice.

Every since then, we have had a good laugh. Couple this with trying to eat the shell portion of a stuffed crab and I really felt “from the sticks” so to speak.

Have a great day and I agree with you that the thought for the day is a good one. I like it also.

If I had to guess your age, I would guess about 56. Hope I am at least on the under side! Have a great day!