At work. Another day, another dollar.
I don't want to wait until August of 2011 to marry you.
423 days?
It's not fair.
Why can't we just come across a million dollars?
We deserve it, I think.
Happy (late) Birthday to my sister Tilan.
Happy (early) Birthday to my old buddy John Bridges. Miss you!
And speaking of birthdays... my party was pretty fun.
Mama Vicki's pool is sure to be a good time.
And kegs help too.
Lots of friends... but only a couple were really my friends.
It seems that the old saying was true, friends will come and friends will go.
29.6.10
18.6.10
Wants.
Just read Ashley's blog about wants. My curiosity was piqued.
Here's what I want...
I want to marry Cory, sooner rather than later. I want to pay my house off. I want those Fergie shoes, baaaad. (see post "another year older") I want a raise. I want my dog to get better. I want him to take his medicine that I pay a bunch of money for. I want my car to be fixed. I want shorter arm hair. I want some of my old friends to get a grip. I want all my best friends to have everything they want. I want to tell my Father just how much his absence ruined me. I want 120 silk yellow fans. I want new nail polish (but that's a given). I want it to be 1630 already so I can go home! I want an alignment. I want to help animals....all animals. I want a lot of people to come to my birthday party next weekend! I want to shampoo every square inch of my carpet. I want babies. I want a shop-vac. I want to be naturally tan. I want a new cell phone, that actually works. I want sushi, now.
I was supposed to do that for 15 minutes...but I forgot to time myself. Oops. Oh well...that was fun.
I think someday I will get the courage to write the blog that I really want to write.
Maybe.
Here's what I want...
I want to marry Cory, sooner rather than later. I want to pay my house off. I want those Fergie shoes, baaaad. (see post "another year older") I want a raise. I want my dog to get better. I want him to take his medicine that I pay a bunch of money for. I want my car to be fixed. I want shorter arm hair. I want some of my old friends to get a grip. I want all my best friends to have everything they want. I want to tell my Father just how much his absence ruined me. I want 120 silk yellow fans. I want new nail polish (but that's a given). I want it to be 1630 already so I can go home! I want an alignment. I want to help animals....all animals. I want a lot of people to come to my birthday party next weekend! I want to shampoo every square inch of my carpet. I want babies. I want a shop-vac. I want to be naturally tan. I want a new cell phone, that actually works. I want sushi, now.
I was supposed to do that for 15 minutes...but I forgot to time myself. Oops. Oh well...that was fun.
I think someday I will get the courage to write the blog that I really want to write.
Maybe.
12.6.10
Moms...and things like Moms.
Today I went to get my hair done. I waited on a sofa and looked at the all the people there. I watched them all....well, one lady in particular. She was a bit older... looked tired, but excited.. At first, the stylist was curling her hair in these disgusting spiral curls....like the really tight curls... like Shirley Temple. And I couldn't help but judge the 'do in my head. But as time went on... and the stylist started pinning her hair up in this pretty little updo. And it was cute.
Of course, they chatted. I think that's a rule when you get your hair done. You gotta chit chat. The customer was talking about her daughter, she was getting married today. And the Mother seemed so excited about her dress, her hair, the event, and the love that her daughter had been fortunate enough to land.
I got to thinking about Moms. My moms.
There's the one that gave birth to me. The one that I don't talk to. Ever. Because she may be my "Mother" but she is nothing at all like a Mom. Yeah, she was there for my first 16 birthdays... and yeah she bought me food and gave me a place to stay in my youth. But there is no way to remove the damage she has done to me and my sisters. She gave me contracture scars. The deep ones.
Then there's my step mom. Well, I guess she's not going to be that for much longer. Just met her a couple years back. She bought me a couple presents in the time I've known her. But I can honestly say that I never looked at her like a Mom. She may have been the closest thing I had to a Mom for a short time, but I am glad that time has ended.
There's Mama Cheryl. One of the best Moms I have ever known. She is the shit. And that's no over exaggeration. She has been a great Mom for the past...ohhhh....8 years. And she was never obligated to be so wonderful. She's just one of those good people that you are lucky enough to know. I wish she was the person who raised me. I can only imagine how different things would have been. For the better, of course.
And soon, I will have a new Mom. Well, I guess married or not, she is my Mom. I would do anything for her. And that's strange because I have only been close to her for about 2 years now. There are so many things to love about her. Like.. her dancing skillz, her pretty face, her knowledge, her dedication to her children. I can only hope that I can be a Mom like her someday. That my sons will do anything for me, even when they're older and I just need help lifting something.
I was a little bummed when thinking about all this. It sucks that two of those Moms won't be at my wedding. But the important ones will be. And even though the woman who "raised me" won't even know when and where I will become Cory's wife, I am so excited to see Vicki's dress...and her hair.
Oh, and by the way....my hair looks awesome. :)
Of course, they chatted. I think that's a rule when you get your hair done. You gotta chit chat. The customer was talking about her daughter, she was getting married today. And the Mother seemed so excited about her dress, her hair, the event, and the love that her daughter had been fortunate enough to land.
I got to thinking about Moms. My moms.
There's the one that gave birth to me. The one that I don't talk to. Ever. Because she may be my "Mother" but she is nothing at all like a Mom. Yeah, she was there for my first 16 birthdays... and yeah she bought me food and gave me a place to stay in my youth. But there is no way to remove the damage she has done to me and my sisters. She gave me contracture scars. The deep ones.
Then there's my step mom. Well, I guess she's not going to be that for much longer. Just met her a couple years back. She bought me a couple presents in the time I've known her. But I can honestly say that I never looked at her like a Mom. She may have been the closest thing I had to a Mom for a short time, but I am glad that time has ended.
There's Mama Cheryl. One of the best Moms I have ever known. She is the shit. And that's no over exaggeration. She has been a great Mom for the past...ohhhh....8 years. And she was never obligated to be so wonderful. She's just one of those good people that you are lucky enough to know. I wish she was the person who raised me. I can only imagine how different things would have been. For the better, of course.
And soon, I will have a new Mom. Well, I guess married or not, she is my Mom. I would do anything for her. And that's strange because I have only been close to her for about 2 years now. There are so many things to love about her. Like.. her dancing skillz, her pretty face, her knowledge, her dedication to her children. I can only hope that I can be a Mom like her someday. That my sons will do anything for me, even when they're older and I just need help lifting something.
I was a little bummed when thinking about all this. It sucks that two of those Moms won't be at my wedding. But the important ones will be. And even though the woman who "raised me" won't even know when and where I will become Cory's wife, I am so excited to see Vicki's dress...and her hair.
Oh, and by the way....my hair looks awesome. :)
6.6.10
Another year older.
I'm getting old.
In my younger years, I wished for a trampoline, or a Little Mermaid doll, or anything pink.
Now, I don't even like pink too much.
I prefer purple. Or yellow. Or nude. Or black. Or brown. Or blue. Just about anything but pink.
In case you are interested... my birthday wish list consists of the following:
http://www.amazon.com/Fergie-Womens-Safra-Dress-Pump/dp/B002PJ5A7C
Size 7.5 in the blue satin.
I need these heels. Need.
That is all.
In my younger years, I wished for a trampoline, or a Little Mermaid doll, or anything pink.
Now, I don't even like pink too much.
I prefer purple. Or yellow. Or nude. Or black. Or brown. Or blue. Just about anything but pink.
In case you are interested... my birthday wish list consists of the following:
http://www.amazon.com/Fergie-Womens-Safra-Dress-Pump/dp/B002PJ5A7C
Size 7.5 in the blue satin.
I need these heels. Need.
That is all.
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