<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the turning thing? …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“The turning? That’s like an idea from back in the early 00s. Book called <em>The Relationship Cure</em>. Psychologists had long believed that solid relationships were based on the pair’s ability to have deep, connecting, meaningful conversations. These guys out in Washington decided to test that and called bullshit. Their criteria for successful relationship was not divorcing, simple and measurable, right? They invited a bunch of couples to spend a weekend in a nice location and observed them through one way glass. The couples that didn’t divorce spent their time together responding to each other, turning toward instead of turning away. The couples who divorced spent their time turning away from each other and sometimes turning against each other, those huge screaming matches we know about from the movies. It made such simple sense to me that I took it up as my own wise guide rule to be guided by with other people. We all like attention and go around doing a lot to get people to pay attention to us. It’s lovely when someone does that! It’s why you and I get along so well, except for that one evening when I was super tired and you were all hard over on telling me what to do without saying why. I’m glad we survived that night!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… take his arm and squeeze it affectionately … no, I don’t love Peter but I do enjoy being with him and hope he feels the same …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“We can send Ari all the pictures he wants. But what has his jockeys in a wad? We’ll investigate. We’ll have a good time. We won’t risk what we can’t afford to lose. It’s like gambling, don’t mortgage your home to play at a craps table!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the paths are leading us into the shadier part of the park … not dangerous during the daylight …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“We can be here til almost dark Peter and still make our plane! So where’s this hotdog vendor of yours? I might even try one of those things! You know they even use the squeal when they make them?” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… my ranch growing up did not raise hogs! … beef and a few chickens for our own use as eggs and an alternative to beef … hog roasts were for the county fair … goo, profitable food but not what Dad chose to raise …</em></span></span><br/>