May 2013
Due to unexpected circumstances that will delay hubby, I *get to* go with the realtor to look at houses by myself.
I’m a grown-up. I know it’ll be fine. Perhaps even fun. And yet, the prospect of interacting with this person alone makes me feel ill.
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“Don’t depend too much on anyone in this world because even your own shadow...”
– Ibn Taymiyyah (via blue-voids)
“You don’t have to let go of anything. You have to realize that everything has...”
– Lazy Yogi (via faery-nymph)
I just love that moment when I’m being my real, awesome, fantastic self with my son’s friends. But then realize there is someone my age in the room and I transform into an awkward moron.
Yay social anxiety!
“I have gained far more self-esteem from being able to pick up heavy shit that I...”
– This Trendy “Strong is the New Skinny” Thing (and what it could mean for the next generation of girls) | Sophieologie (via spytap)
Strong is the new skinny
Things I'm wondering
Why we are looking for a house for entertaining. I don’t entertain.
Why we are looking for a house with a bedroom for girl. She’s all but moved out already.
Why we are looking for a house with land. I’m certainly not doing yard work. And considering how little attention anyone gives stuff around here, they’re not either.
“Before Jesus ever suggested, “Go and sin no more,” He first welcomed, loved,...”
– Jacinta / hope-movement.tumblr.com (via hope-movement)
Not sure what to do with myself right now. Extremely proud of myself for shoving down the fear and getting pediatrician stuff figured out. Also emotionally flogging myself for how much time was wasted being afraid.
When will I be good enough for my own expectations?
5th & 6th grade girls. With all of the screeching & giggling & yelling…
Oh.my.gawd.
I have such a headache right now.
Househunting
This is going to be quite a process. Where we fit and what we can afford and lifestyle and neighborhood and expectations.
I’m confident we will find our right fit, but we’ve barely begun seriously looking and it’s obvious we are not on the same page.
Hubby seems to think we belong in the gated mansion communities up in the hills.
#1. Do you even see who you are married to?
#2. Dude better...
myinternal-monologue:
this might be a little pathetic, but i always get really proud of myself when i initiate a conversation with somebody for the first time. it probably means nothing to most people but it means a lot to me. maybe even a little too much.
Same
notcuddles:
magicrobotgeography:
btw guys, you do know that if you’re gonna boycott abercrombie, you have to also boycott hot topic, hollister, and american eagle because they’re all owned by the same company
And nothing of value was lost
Hubby made plans for us to go to a farmers market tomorrow. He knows how much I loved the market in our old little town. But the more he tells me about it the less I want to go. It’s so big. There will be so many people. And he’s all, “But you said you wanted to find one here.” Now he’s disappointed that I’m not jumping for joy at what he put together for me. ...
Having a moment.
Need to be in several places at once.
Resent some people for putting the load on my shoulders.
Resent myself for letting it happen.
Bedtime will be both too soon & not soon enough.
the-vashta-nerada:
so yeah did you guys hear about the ceo of abercrombie and fitch who said that he doesn’t want ugly chicks wearing his clothing
like excuse you ceo of abercrombie and fitch
you look like gary busey went bobbing for apples in a tub of bees
you couldn’t wear your own clothing
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octopenis:
An Atheist and a Christian sit down at a bar. They both knock back a few drinks and enjoy each others company because they aren’t pretentious assholes.
smalltownbigguy:
in the south we don’t say “you’re a dumb fuck” we say “bless your heart” and i think that’s beautiful.
It could be worse
How many times have I used this rationalization on myself?
There are so many moments, conditions, relationships, to which this phrase has become a knee-jerk reaction.
And tonight, as I caught myself thinking the all too familiar, “At least it’s not… It could be worse.” I reminded myself of one truth I haven’t allowed myself.
Yes, it could be worse. But it could...
