I was so precious in my mid-twenties. I read my blogs from those days and think, “Gosh, that was cute.”
It’s the eve of my thirtieth birthday and I hadn’t given much thought to the fact until writing this statement.
How to summarize by twenties?
When I was twenty, I was entering my junior year at Texas A&M and hating life in College Station. I wanted to move back to Dallas desperately.
On the eve of my twenty-first birthday, my first dog, Shiba passed away. I didn’t celebrate that milestone…
Yesterday’s post was written while I was on my break at work. I mentioned having much to write about, but ended up only writing about my knee.
Now, it’s Saturday, it’s my day off, and I can write more. The thing is, I can’t even remember what it was I wanted to spill yesterday and right now, my mind is jello. Actually, it’s filled with all the dreams I had last night. It’s muddy.
There is very much I want to write about. I don’t even know where to begin.
There was that funk I was in last month when I was given orders to stay off my feet. I was the last thing I wrote about. Well, a few days later I went to see an orthopedist who gave me a much more positive prognosis. Then, I started seeing a physical therapist a few times a week. A change in medications and a few key…
At my little cousin’s birthday party and oh my goodness, people with their kids and their lives with kids and their talk about their lives with kids are soooooo boring!
Thank goodness that’ll never be me!
You are not that cute and neither is your kid. Stop with all the pictures!
— Paulo Coelho (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Smartie Boo, my cat, was very alarmed by the sound of a baby crying on tv. Don’t worry, precious girl. I would never do that to you or any of my critters.