This is a picture of my grandparents with my dad (center looking down, of course) and all of his gorgeous, wonderful siblings. My cousin sent this picture to me today and I just love it so much.
“i want to wear shorts because it’s hot but i really hate my legs” an autobiography
Hey look, story about my spring and summer life. And even at 26, I have not gotten over this self-conscious fear. Sad part is I’m 5’9 and have long, long legs that in reality are probably quite nice…
Maybe this summer will be my ‘shorts’ summer.
That is the quoted, out of pocket cost for a three month supply of a prescription that I just tried to fill at Walgreens.
A prescription that I have to take.
Excuse me while I go climb in a hole for a while and cry about being an adult.
Sometimes it amazes me how awesome my family is. I was supposed to accompany my favorite cousin to pick up our other awesome cousin at the airport today but couldn’t because I’ve been sick for two weeks with the flu.
What shows up at my door this afternoon…both of them with this. If only chocolate cured the flu!
That really crappy moment when you come to the realization that the lower back pain that you’ve been having all day is becoming more and more intense and it started out of nowhere and for no reason and it dawns on you that it is probably another kidney stone.
I figured out my New Year’s resolution! More of a to-do, really.
Since it’s been something I’ve been trying and wanting to do for years…I’m finally going to master my grandma’s tortillas! Yaaay.
I can’t get the cork back in the bottle…so I have taken that as a sign I need to just finish the bottle of wine.
Perfect decisions. I make them.
Happy New Years!
You know you’re a well adjusted adult, obviously making the best life decisions when you are sitting home on Saturday night watching Breaking Bad, eating dark chocolate, and drink a mini bottle of champagne…with a straw.
At this point, I really don’t regret anything.
I just had a giant wave of nostalgia while unpacking a couple of boxes at my new house. I found one I had not opened at my last apartment…it had some stuff from high school, not really that important, but it also had one of my dad’s shirts and a bottle of his cologne. Both things that were in his suitcase I got it back from Michigan…even after twelve years somehow that shirt still smells like my dad. Its amazing how things like that can make everything else stop, just for those few moments.
So my new house has a room with plaid carpeting that extends halfway up the walls that then turns in wood paneling…
What would one possibly do with such a room?
Not me! That awesome plaid will not go to waste, I believe a pub makes perfect sense.
Yeah, you heard me. A pub. It will literally look like a mini bar.
And, because I am even more of a weirdo I will also have some of my writing and crafting stuff in there.
I’ve already tasked my brother-in-law with making me a mini keg fridge. I don’t drink a lot of beer…but his is really good. He owns a brewery and well, I get it for free. :)
The possibilities for how awesome this room could be are really endless.
I would pay someone to come over and rub my head and neck right now.
And, when I say pay I mean make you tea, hot chocolate, or wine and provide you with my superb company. (Really, I’m a delight)
Dinner could possibly be arranged if I really like you or if the massage was just that fantastic. :-)
The dilemma of not knowing if you should suffer through a horrible migraine in hopes that it will let up or take the migraine medication that sometimes makes you feel ten times worse.
Hey, at least it’s not an IIH headache…there is that to be happy about.
And, I’m just whining. I do apologize.
I can’t stop thinking about you today. Which is weird because I haven’t thought about you in months. It’s not a burning pain in my chest like it used to be when I thought of you, it’s more of an ache. A nagging ache that I’d like to scratch away.
I know that eventually, be it tomorrow morning or the day after that, I’ll put you back in the little box in the back of my mind where you belong…but for right now you are ever present. The resulting loneliness is something I suppose I’ve brought on myself.
I know I lied when I said maybe.
But you lied when you said friends.