I’m not gonna lie, I don’t really want to go back to wearing anything else. These are definitely discrete no one has noticed them for a whole entire year. I … Continue reading 30 & in diapers
Who says I am thirty years young?…. *Cough Cough* well, for starters my mom, the government. But you know who to say. Bae thinks I have been seven years old this entire time we have been dating. Heck I’d be fourteen if you just counted the birthdays we’ve had together.
Anyway, all that to say. I am a child in the eyes of most men. Here, let me prove it!
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Until next time, xoxo
Also Happy Hump Daaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeee!
Meet my adorable nephew, CJ! Every time I see this photo, I scream!
Not sure if the prints were order, knowing his mom she was more annoyed with this look.
Let me tell you something though! I want this framed. This is my dude! Happy Saturday y’all!
Feel free to share, create GIFs, and memes. This without a doubt should go viral!
Love you mean it!
So I found an old notebook of mine. This notebook contained ancient writings of mine from two thousand-six and earlier. Like OMG, I was shocked to see how little me was so emotional. I imagine that is a typical response though, right? I mean we grow and mature over the years, most anyway. I thought it would be cool to share some of these things with you. Over time we should get through them all together - i know, bare with me.
My goal is to leave the poems and writings in the rawest form so you can get a gist of little baby me. They will be categorized as "Old scribble". The first one is called Cry Today.
So I return home to a bunch of chaos in the kitchen. My sisters are ducked off laughing about the commotion. I peek over and my mom is huddled over my dad. He has a towel folder under him and she has several in the near vicinity. She also has hydrogen peroxide, q-tips, and other random tools. At first, I was really worried and thought the girls were being mean.
That was until I heard…
My dad claimed that a bee flew into his ear. He had a face of stone, so I guess he couldn’t be kidding. He kept saying he could hear a buzzing inside, I couldn’t help to bust out laughing. I just kept thinking he had lost it. I mean it was a great laugh. One I’ll never forget, that’s for sure.
I never found out if the bee was legit in his ear. BUT WHY SHOULD I? I will forever be content with the idea of it in there in the first place. Was it trying to get wax? Was the bee drunk? I could go on and on, til the laughter brings tears.