THEME SONG THURSDAY!!!
This is Mr. Amazing and I’s song…. he just doesnt know it… and has never heard it… but whatever
The prompt was compile a list of best posts and photos from the last year… So instead I compiled a list of posts about my favorite pictures! Check them out!
12 Reasons I Love My Life
January 2014 – From the Front Porch
February 2014 – Sometimes being me is pretty damn cool
March 2014 – I found the Tardis!
April 2014 – Holi Festival of Colors
May 2014 – and once again… Painted Angels
June 2014 – This Day
July 2014 – Wishing for a more relaxing time
August 2014 – I raised these...
September 2014 - Star Lord… Maybe you’ve heard of me
October 2014 – The Toy Room Collection
November 2014 – Short People Got No Reason!
December 2014 – His first date
Dear Mr. Amazing…
Tomorrow we celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary… Can you believe it? 3 years! I could write some gooey, heartfelt essay about my undying love for you, but …! It’s not really me. And let’s face it… our marriage isn’t the picture perfect love romance…
Let’s go back to a time when we looked at each other… I mean… really looked at each other… and thought we were luckiest people in the world! Our beginning wasn’t the most romantic… but it was a moment I will forever be grateful that you saw me… really saw me.
I took your hand… and I never let go…
I was troubled when you met me… you were too… Lost and misunderstood… we understood each other… and that’s all that mattered. We lit up each other’s paths and guided each other out from the darkness. You helped heal me in ways no one else could.
You weren’t like any of the others… you were unique… You were everything I could have wished for and more! We are untouchable… unbreakable.
True love is more than kisses and romance… True love is about loving someone unconditionally… through the good times and the bad.
Here’s to our ‘perfectly imperfect’ marriage… and many many more years of laughter… pinching… poking… face making… and smacks on the ass… I love you Mr. Amazing, so much… That is all.
Mr Amazing is in San Francisco this week at a conference… The first pic of the palm trees was pretty, and I was happy for him….Then he sent my this sunrise photo this morning… and I wanted to smother him with a pillow… that is all
Here is the high temperature in Salt Lake today… We woke up to a dusting of snow…
He has to come home eventually.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. AMAZING! Happy Birthday to the most sexy… ridiculously funny… incredibly intelligent … will leave you hanging in the shower without soap… and in the bathroom without paper… greatest husband… father…. stepfather… friend in the entire world. I love you!
There are no words to express the gratitude I feel in my heart that you came into my life… and how you make every day so special… You are my best friend.
I apologize straight from the heart for ignoring you whenever you make an attempt to make me feel better after our pointless arguments… I know I overreact a lot… and I’m sorry.
I was scared to love you at first, out of fear that you would hurt me, but I did and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done.
You are the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me… Each moment that you and I spend together is so much like living on borrowed time that I catch myself smiling for no reason at all.
The world is a better place to be because of you… You make me feel beautiful… Thank you for giving me so much more than I ever could have wanted. I am so thankful for what we have… and for everything we will have.
You are the love of my life.
Share a recent text exchange that made you laugh.
Mr. Amazing: Hello
Mr. Amazing: Did I directly or indirectly make you grumpy with me?
Me:Nope… Im not grumpy
Mr. Amazing: Okay, I love you
Me: I love you too
Mr. Amazing: you seemed grumpy, but it could have been my imagination
Me: I am always grumpy when sleeping… I butchered the shit out of my bangs this morning… thought you should know
Mr. Amazing: OMG – ROFL
Me: bahahahaha I should have cut them last night
Mr. Amazing: how bad are they?
Me: ummmm on a scale from 1 – 10? they are fucked up bahahaha I was on cold medicine, didnt have my contacts in, the mirror was foggy from the shower, I used house scissors… and magic happened
Mr. Amazing: OMG
LOL I loooove you!
Me: ROTFLMAO! They arent that bad
I mean… they are bad… but I didnt call into work and run to the salon or anything be nice or I will try to straighten them up with these scissors at my desk…. which I have also done before
Mr: Amazing : Straighter than a catholic priest, wait… straighter than that LOL, they are fine I was picturing a butcher job half way up your forehead, I was scared for you.
Write about what it was like to live on your own for the first time.
I transitioned from my teen years into what I considered … and the state considered adulthood…. in a halfway house… Even though I was sharing a womans dorm with 5 woman (some fresh out of prison) I surely was on my own… I was the only one responsible for myself… but I don’t suppose that really counts… From there I rented the unfinished basement in my families home… I had my own entrance and my own car… again though… does not really qualify… shortly after that I entered the 18 year marriage that gave me small child… and again felt like I was living in someone elses home the entire time… We separated for 9 months prior to our divorce… I even changed the locks… but I still had small child and tall child in my care… or I in theirs … and we made yet another attempt at our home together… however short lived that was… true aloneness didn’t set in until we finally filed for divorce… Tall child was in the dorms… and small child went for his first overnight visit with his father. I remember thinking I was 32 years old and for the first time ever… I was on my own.
After having spent so much of my life fending for myself, and being in so many other peoples homes (I bounced around alot as a teenager), honestly I had been more lonely in a room full of people than I ever felt when alone… you would think I would have been more prepared…
I could not stay in the house… I drove for 6 hours.. clear through the night until I was able to get small child back from his father and dreaded the next week when it would happen again… It did happen again… I slowly moved into drinking my way through his time with his father… ironically we divorced due to his fathers drinking and addictions… luckily I didnt use that coping method very long… I soon moved into throwing away anything that I didnt like in the house… and finally getting to really know myself… I chose my type of music to play when I did house work… I rearranged the furniture in a way I liked it better… I decorated with art that I saved up for and picked out myself… I painted… my god I painted so much… I joined a womans circle… I began to date after some time passed… I did that trip around the block… Thoroughly.
Funny how just as I finally learned how to be alone… and less self destructive… I remarried.
But that is a whole different subject.
Being on your own.. and being alone are two very different things in my book… I am glad I am not on my own… but I could do some more alone
What grade is your child going to be in?
Share a memory you have of yourself at that same age
Sophomore… he is going to be a freaking Sophomore…. Kill me dead…
I paid the registration fees this week… I almost killed over then and there… I took him to get his learners permit… which he failed… ha! Well… So did I the first time… and that is exactly where our similarities end…
My Sophomore year… I lost my virginity… I had already experimented in every known substance invented at the time…and continued to do so… I smoked camel cigarettes… I had half my head shaved and the half that still had hair was a strange blend of black and purple… with my blonde roots poking through it… I wore clothes with bullet holes in them and safety pins… I owned and lived in combat boots… I drew thick black lines around my eyes and powdered my face with white makeup… I owned and used liberally black lipstick…I frightened small children … I am giggling as I type this… I listened only to Depeche Mode, The Cure, OMD, Eurasure, Sex Pistols, Pink Floyd… and the sound track to Phantom of the Opera…I was taken out of the school that year… twice… by ambulance.
<Knocking on all the wood I can reach>
My Small is enrolled in Musical Theater, He is playing the Viola in the Orchestra, His favorite music is from the 50’s or The Beatles, Johnny Cash, The Eagles, CCR, Three Dog Night… Everything I had never even heard of until he began to really discover his flavor of life. He has more manners in his little finger than I do in my entire being… and yet I keep taking the accolades for having such a polite young man… when the truth is he has taught me more about manners than I ever have him.
The mothers curse is such a common joke on social media… maybe my mother didn’t speak to me enough to utter the words… but I am screaming mine from the roof tops!
I HOPE HE HAS CHILDREN JUST LIKE HIM!
Smallest child is entering 3rd grade… 3rd graders tend to be assholes…I do not remember 3rd grade at all… but I will hold out the speaking of the curse words until her Sophomore year… just to be fair… because she is definitely JUST LIKE Mr. Amazing… I would assume his mother cursed him multiple times.