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You can be as infamous as Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Written by the owner of Smokymountainconnections.com

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs relatives have stepped out of never, never land and now reside within the Pigeon Forge Tennessee City Limits. I always wanted to be in a fairytale and be the beautiful Snow White and have all the funny amazing Dwarfs as my constant companions.
I’m rethinking that about now. In the Fairy tale their was a wicked witch with poison apples and all of Snow Whites friends were named after the characteristics they portrayed. Why was this Fairytale such a hit? Let’s see if I can remember their names
Grumpy, sneezy and sleepy as well as dopey, bashful, doc, and happy.
In the singles world in which I am saturated in, I find no leopards trying to hide their spots.
It is extraordinary as a Matchmaker to see a grumpy old man of few words not trying to polish his image for a few moments to attract a little more bee’s to his honey. Instead he is strong in who he is and has assumed his role in life and accepted the label he has either tagged himself or has been dubbed by his significant others and friends.
Evidently the dwarf dubbed doc was not a psychiatrist and had no real grasp on mental health or he would have intervened with the tormented clan in their youth. Doc had to have the magical youthful whimsical unbothered last nerve or a big bottle of make the dysfunction go away potion.
Doc was an enabler. I never saw doc counsel one of the dwarfs and he lived with all six of them.
All the sneezing and sleeping and dopiness as well as a dancing woman singing to birds and hiding from a wicked witch who was intending to take Snow Whites beauty and her life.
People as in this fabulous story , waltz into the dating world on a daily basis with all the calluses and labels and life experiences that have created them. It is amazing looking in to see how singles define themselves and how they wish the world to view them. It would seem every word from a single person looking for love would be the most dynamic words they have ever spoken or written in an attempt to showcase the life, personality and charisma that defines them.
Some singles in their later years still don’t have a definition of who they are and or can’t articulate it. Dating services today are a mass meat market with excessive singles tripping over one to get to the next. It’s not the quantity or access that should be the important ingredient In finding love, it is the ability to define and discover who you are and what you are really seeking in relation to that. I have heard nine thousand people a day join a particular dating site in my area. Although that’s a healthy pool to pick from there are no real matchmakers in the mix generating any matches in human form.
Matchmaking is a simple art executed by perceptive individuals with common sense and a realization of the entire picture. I can define a single who can’t define themselves in a few conversations and I can then label them and package their lives and send them out to be showcased in a small pool of eligible candidates.
I simply listen to them and what they are all about. We were all created dynamic.
We are one of a kinds.
If grumpy does not want to polish his image then maybe he was ahead of our time.
Grumpy get’s more responses than most, because of his perception of himself and the way he showcases himself good or bad.
If the shoe fits then you should be wearing it.
I would much rather tell you something not generic or statistic related to myself in a profile and instead paint a picture of who I am with all my quirks.
Quirks are us in the human realm.
There are many Characters we can be like in the fairytale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs .In the Great Smoky Mountains I have had the privilege of meeting all of the descendants of this magical clan
Of Snow White and her friends.
I would welcome a poison apple if I had to live with all seven of them at once, but individually it is a pleasure to be in such company.
Consider what you have read in this article before you fill out any dating profile or even consider putting yourself on the market.

Human Interior Decorating
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I don’t know about you, but I haven’t done any spring cleaning and or changes in my life since I made a New Years resolution in 2009 that I did not keep once again. My mind had a sparkle on New Years and I had some sincere ideas of where my life needed to go. I remember feeling enthusiasm. As quickly as the enthusiasm came and penetrated my thick skin it was repelled and or attacked by my white blood cells who identified it as a foreign subject and eradicated it.

Some days you walk around your house and realize you haven’t moved one item in it since you moved in.
Am I the only one who walks around in boredom and pokes at the things I own and consider them an amenity but extremely useless. I have days that I wonder why I’m in the place I’m in and look at my suitcases more than once. My wore out suitcases I may add that have definitely been worth the money.
All my life I watched my mothers feet rub up against one another in comfort as she lay in bed or napped in luxury on her couch. She luxuriously rubbed her feet against one another before drifting off or waking up.
As my mother lay dying a nurse pulled the covers from her feet and she lay medicated with those feet comfortably rubbing against one another.
My mother was an example of a mind that was never stagnant. Those rubbing feet always let me know their was a place inside my mother that was perfectly decorated and she went their often to visit it. My Mother had a comfort zone known only to her that she single handedly decorated herself, just like we all do. The difference between her and me is that she constantly knocked down those cobwebs and washed those linens and cleansed her interior floors. When all was well within her walls, Katie bar the door because she was coming for your dysfunction with her eradicating tongue.
If it could be cleaned exteriorly or interiorly it was done immediately but preferably at 5 am when the sun was still down.

I inherited my dads genes and me and my loving mother were like fire and ice.
Their weren’t a lot of things my mother didn’t recognize in herself that were dysfunctional that she didn’t eradicate immediately. Their were five kids in my family and she recognized every dysfunction we were entering and came at us with extra strength raid. It was never funny. It wasn’t even cute. It just plainly enraged most of it.
Now it’s so funny I burst out uncontrollably in laughter thinking about it.

I’m a clean freak with my home but let me tell you ,I can get myself down very quickly and hold onto to a dysfunctional situation for quite awhile before I know I’ve been bit by the Dysfunctional Bug.
I was walking around today so bored I wondered what I was doing with myself other than lounging in a hot tub and reading books away from the world.

I started thinking about my creative sister and her ability to reinvent herself over and over again and she told me she was suppressing the urge to venture out again . I live with that urge continually.
Speaking for myself, I know that urge is only a sign telling me to quench my thirst.
I want a new outlook. I want a new venture. I want the thrill of the pursuit.
My secure environment and familiar surroundings and hot tub keep me rubbing my feet and reverting within.
Unlike my Mother I am one sided and haven’t balanced myself with the exterior world lately.
On the other hand my sister dabbles in the exterior world and acts like she likes it.
It’s funny knowing she loathes it.

My sister and I have many traits that are identical. Even the recent eradication of the enthusiasm gene in our interior design.
Is it our age and life experience that keeps our heads in our shells? Is it the comfort we have acquired that has made us want to settle in our lives and not seek the treasures to come?
Could it be the nap we need when the reinvention ideas emerge.
I can firmly say that my sister and I both know that there is another place we need to be.
The feeling is so strong it calls to us. It saddens us. That feeling has always existed within me that I was born to fly. Why was I born with my feet on the ground?

I have written many articles and most of them lie in the balance we have in life.

Today I just woke up with a thirst that has to be quenched.

I looked into my mind and saw cobwebs effecting my thinking process and
dust balls sitting on my endorphin producing glands stopping production of those desperately needed
miracles.
The creative corner with all the magic I possess was desolate as I looked around and the colors of my whimsy had run down the walls weeping.
My mother appeared in my interior house with rags in hand and quickly cleaned up the area slamming the school like chairs onto the soft matter that was my brain without saying a word . What an afternoon nap that was.
It seemed my house that resided in my soft brain matter was a mess. The couch and carpeting I had chose for it’s interior was not even close to what my exterior would expect.

I get lost like we all do. In my later years as I watch people I love continue on to places unknown. I have observed the last breath they drew in their lives and at some point I look to the sum up what they were in this life like we all do to ease the pain of their loss.

Pictures seem to tell you how much you added to their lives and how much they enriched yours.

I have a gift of perception like my mother did and I didn’t realize it until I was older.

I believe you should walk through your life on the edge of something all the time.

I believe love should be an experience that keeps your knuckles white with passion.

I believe something is over the horizon.

I believe there is a better place for me and I will find it.

I believe all my reinvention ideas are worth trying.

I believe I’m a writer and a poet and a creative package of dynamite.

I believe I will redecorate my interior and start being true to myself once again.

I believe adventures and make believe are for adults only.

Take a look inside and clean your interior walls with me.

Whether your in a marriage or relationship or single, simply lay back in your bed and picture the inside of your brain as an interior home and start laughing as you walk around in it and look at the conditions within.
If your creative it will be an eye opener.

Don’t take a nap while your down. Get yourself up and live.

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