Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Sunday, December 15, 2013
But I think the first thing is to acknowledge it. Having been thrown for a loop, the rug pulled from underneath me, I'm in a dark place, a hole if you will, but there is only way to go. And that is up, and it's a good thing I have loving hands reaching out to help pull me up.
(FYI - I love you, T. Thank you for everything you are and do.)
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
“How attractive, fat and stretch marks, cover that up, I just ate.”
“Sorry, I don’t like it. I don’t think it’s attractive or appropriate.”
“There is clearly a fat epidemic that there never used to be. It’s from lack of exercise except when lifting hand to mouth. Stop being PC and just say it how it is… no excuses.”
“Sorry but if your (sic) overweight you don’t have curves. That’s just excess fat hanging of your body.”
“Embracing Big Macs more like it.”
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
Thursday, December 5, 2013
The thing that hurts even more is when the daycare calls to tell me she is upset, and I hear her in the background. I went and got her on Tuesday, but I can't keep that up. All that will do is teach her that if she cries, Mommy will come get her, right?
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
And then my jam Ol' Dirty Bastard "Got your money" came on....and that made me even more excited, or perhaps I was just experiencing lack of oxygen at this point.
But I felt like I could relate to Ol' Dirty Bastard. I mean, every time I get paid for writing I sing this song to T. I'm such a G....
We headed back to my parent's house for merriment and cheer. And like any good family holiday, that involves beverages. Port in one hand, Merlot in the other.
Tired but relaxing and having a good time. I joked that we never get pictures taken together anymore. That's what happens when you stop dating, right?
Aubrey had a ton of fun with my family, especially her cousins...
Trying to walk in Papaw's shoes...
The next day T and I decorated after Aubrey went to bed. I must say decorating when you have a 2-year-old is tough with the "will she break this?" or "will she be able to reach this?" with everything. She was so excited to see the tree the next morning. Mommy took the opportunity to take a few pictures for Christmas cards. Here are some sneak peaks....
Well, this one isn't a Christmas card one...but I wanted to take a picture with my girl.
Isn't she the cutest little Santa ever?