Monday, July 29, 2013

Not "girly girl" enough?

This post is for the friends, family or just "acquaintances" that have tossed out a rude, unnecessary comment about how I'm not girly enough to wear dresses just because I grew up a tomboy and dresses aren't my first choice every day.
I can wear a dress, and I can look damn good in one.


Let's not forget that I had a baby, and you can't get much more "girly" than that! 

Next time someone says anything along the lines of "sorry I'll try not to make it too girly" I might have to come back with something just as rude. So watch your shit. I have feelings too, you know.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

To whom it may concern.

Guess what... Someone better does love me. Thank you so much for being who you are and not holding on to me so I could fly my pretty wings to someone who loves me the way that I deserve. Thank you.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

I've been slacking.

I don't know what all to tell you, but it feels like I am so behind on life. I'm in the process of raising a baby, being a better housewife (for the future of course), trying to lose weight, or at least get in shape, trying to talk my landlord into letting me keep my cat here, trying to still maintain friendships, trying to get some source of insurance so I can get better control over lupus, which will also help me in getting control back over my LIFE, and yeah... just life.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Thanks for the tears.

I was told
The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7
She picks the colors and the cake first
By the age of 10 
She knows time,
And location
By 17
She’s already chosen a gown
2 bridesmaids
And a maid of honor
By 23 
She’s waiting for a man
Who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”
Someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely 
Someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed
Someone
Who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen
To be honest
I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing
I have no clue what want my wedding will look like
But I imagine
The women who pins my last to hers
Will butterfly down the aisle
Like a 5 foot promise
I imagine
Her smile
Will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps
And know exactly where our wedding is being held
The woman that I plan to marry
Will have champagne in her walk
And I will get drunk on her footsteps
When the pastor asks
If I take this woman to be my wife
I will say yes before he finishes the sentence
I’ll apologize later for being impolite
But I will also explain him
That our first kiss happened 6 years ago
And I’ve been practicing my “Yes”
For past 2, 165 days
When people ask me about my wedding
I never really know what to say
But when they ask me about my future wife
I always tell them
Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long
I say
She thinks too much
Misses her father
Loves to laugh
And she’s terrible at lying
Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly
I tell them
If my alarm clock sounded like her voice
My snooze button would collect dust 
I tell them
If she came in a bottle
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys
If she was a book
I would memorize her table of contents
I would read her cover-to-cover
Hoping to find typos
Just so we can both have a few things to work on
Because aren’t we all unfinished?
Don’t we all need a little editing?
Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone?
Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense 
She don’t always make sense
But her imperfections are the things I love about her the most
I don’t know when I will be married
I don’t know where I will be married
But I do know this
Whenever I’m asked about my future wife
I always say
…She’s a lot like you
— Rudy francisco

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Scents.

It is crazy to me how even a certain scent can take you back to another place and time in your life. Just the smell, and you I remember what it felt like to be standing there in that bathroom upstairs, right next to my bedroom, just out of the shower and getting ready for the day. I was probably straightening my hair because with no humidity in California, I could do that, and I had to do that every day because my hair was so short that I probably looked like a poodle when it was curly. I still miss most of those days. I don't even know if I could change certain things that happened that summer because I might not have ever broke out of my shell if I had not gone over there, or even if I had left earlier than I did. I might not be who I am now, or be where I'm at now. And I can't see me without my Hardy boys.

The scent that will always take me back: BBW Japanese Cherry Blossom

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

at a loss

I literally have not done much in weeks. And then today, I stepped onto the scales and this happened


I lost 5lbs. 
I'm so happy. I need to lose about 8 more to be back at pre-pregnancy weight, but I still need to drop the flubbery belly, drop it or tone it.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Guess who's 3 months old today

Brantley, I want you to stay this little. :(


I can now understand these lyrics so much better...

You're gonna miss this, you're gonna want this back, you're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast.
These are some good times, so take a good look around. You may not know it now, but you're gonna miss this.