6.16.2011
6.01.2011
4.28.2011
At the Hawks game sitting behind the Orlando bench
First time EVER paying to see the Hawks....or...actually any professional sports team.
Oh...and yeah...I guess we weren't like RIGHT behind the bench. (lol)
4.20.2011
My Big A Refrigerator
In hindsight, I can now value the counter depth refrigerator. But if you knew what a steal this ended up being.....Can I just say that I AIN'T complainin'....
10.16.2010
Happy Birthday, Pop.
There are so, so many things I can say about my *Pop*.
I cannot think where to start or even how to describe his impact on who I am as a person. Yeah, me, the one who always knows just what to say and just how to say it.
He has held my hand to lead and guide me throughout my life. Sometimes, he literally takes me by the hand. Other times, his guidance is a word, or a question. Sometimes, it is just a look in response to something I've said or done.
I now know that, subconsciously, I have looked to traces of the best of who my dad is in every man that I have ever dated. The best of who my dad is an amazing thing to behold. His sense of style. His off the wall sense of humor. The way he cares for his famiy, especially the fierce protectiveness of his daughters and quiet pride at how "the girls" are *turning* out - (we are all still works in progress. lol)
Today is his birthday and there will never be a gift that I can give him that would compare to all that he has given me.
My Pop, My hero
I cannot think where to start or even how to describe his impact on who I am as a person. Yeah, me, the one who always knows just what to say and just how to say it.
He has held my hand to lead and guide me throughout my life. Sometimes, he literally takes me by the hand. Other times, his guidance is a word, or a question. Sometimes, it is just a look in response to something I've said or done.
I now know that, subconsciously, I have looked to traces of the best of who my dad is in every man that I have ever dated. The best of who my dad is an amazing thing to behold. His sense of style. His off the wall sense of humor. The way he cares for his famiy, especially the fierce protectiveness of his daughters and quiet pride at how "the girls" are *turning* out - (we are all still works in progress. lol)
Today is his birthday and there will never be a gift that I can give him that would compare to all that he has given me.
My Pop, My hero
5.12.2010
I Didn't Win
I was expecting to win the lottery last night. $19million to be exact. But, 11-12-16-35-53-23 didn't fall.
Oh well, it obviously was not my night. I will try again with my ONE quick pick ticket again for the Powerball jackpot tonight.
I will expect to win again.
Wish me luck!!!
Miracles and Blessings.
Oh well, it obviously was not my night. I will try again with my ONE quick pick ticket again for the Powerball jackpot tonight.
I will expect to win again.
Wish me luck!!!
Miracles and Blessings.
4.15.2010
Confessions of a Murderer
I killed Miss Patty Perfect.
And I'm sure no one will ever miss her.
Who is Miss Patty? Where did I hide the body?
You see, Miss Patty was this chick that lived inside of me. She felt like she had to get everything right all the time. She thought that the love of those around her was dependent upon her ability to do the right thing and say the right thing all the time.
She felt like she was supposed to never need help, to be able to handle everything on her own all the time.
I did sympathize with Miss Patty because she did not wear her independence like a badge of honor. No for her, her independence was a cross to bear.
I will also admit to a bit of fondness for Miss Perfect. She is my ideal me. She is me at my best. She is the me that I aspire to be all the time. She is the standard that I set for myself however unreal.
But I am not her. I am a shadow of who she is when I'm at my best and a cheap imitation when I'm at my worst.
It's been hard to silence her. She was the best of who I wanted to be. She is who I dream of being.
But I am not her and she is not me.
And I had to kill her because she was killing me.
And I'm sure no one will ever miss her.
Who is Miss Patty? Where did I hide the body?
You see, Miss Patty was this chick that lived inside of me. She felt like she had to get everything right all the time. She thought that the love of those around her was dependent upon her ability to do the right thing and say the right thing all the time.
She felt like she was supposed to never need help, to be able to handle everything on her own all the time.
I did sympathize with Miss Patty because she did not wear her independence like a badge of honor. No for her, her independence was a cross to bear.
I will also admit to a bit of fondness for Miss Perfect. She is my ideal me. She is me at my best. She is the me that I aspire to be all the time. She is the standard that I set for myself however unreal.
But I am not her. I am a shadow of who she is when I'm at my best and a cheap imitation when I'm at my worst.
It's been hard to silence her. She was the best of who I wanted to be. She is who I dream of being.
But I am not her and she is not me.
And I had to kill her because she was killing me.
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