Tout
So this I must first look up in the dictionary!
noun
- 1. a person soliciting custom or business, typically in an aggressive or bold manner.
- 2. NORTH AMERICANa person who offers racing tips for a share of any resulting winnings.
verb
- 1. attempt to sell (something), typically by pestering people in an aggressive or bold manner.”Jim was touting his wares”
- 2. NORTH AMERICANoffer racing tips for a share of any resulting winnings.
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Sell my stuff!
Have you ever known a tout
Who thinks that running about
Selling all their stuff
Is emotionally kindof tough?
Well, I am one of those
Who shops until the close
For things that I don’t need
At a super crazy speed.
I have so much to give
More than I need to live
It’s why I give for free
The stuff that’s not for me.
I try to sell the most
My credit cards still post
With payments that are due
It’s really nothing new.
I just want some cash back
To make by life more slack
By having less to pay
At the end of every day.
Sometimes I feel the same way. Having to much but wanting more. Running to and fro and never going anywhere. I guess it’s the craziness that comes with grief. I don’t know if meant it as such but it mirrors my life at the moment.
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I sent you a message yesterday, not sure if you got it. What happened with your Joe? Today is my Joe’s 20th birthday, in Heaven that is.
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I did answer you but not sure where it went. My Joe was 20 when he went out on a Wednesday night here in town with some buddies and never came home. He was headed out in the country and got another vehicle head on. His car caught in fire and we didn’t get to hold him one last time. Thank God he didn’t kill the other person (I think the big truck he was driving saved him). That happened March 30, 2016 and I think I’m still trying to process it all. He knew Jesus but wasn’t walking like I thought he should, but I am trusting in the promise that was ours when Jesus gave his life for us to dwell with him forever. Everything I thought I believed in was shattered and doubt and unbelief creeps in but His promises are yes and amen. Maybe we can strengthen and encourage each other. I started Missing Joe thinking I’d write but haven’t. Oh well maybe one day. Hugs to you. Happy heavenly birthday to your Joe.
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I’m definitely hear to talk to or listen. A big truck pulled out in front of Joey. He was on his motorcycle on his home from work. I am broken in a way I never knew existed. I’d like to have someone to talk to who knows. My Joe died at the scene. I learned about it many hours later. He was already at the medical examiner’s office. Hurts like hell. Makes me question God and all I believe. Sorry for your loss as well.
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