I’m super in love.
Stop laughing.
Twenty-something riding out the storm in Florida with two dogs, summer shoes, and all the dreams in the world.
Twenty-something riding out the storm in Florida with two dogs, summer shoes, and all the dreams in the world.
I’m super in love.
Today, I ran errands with the love of my life. I watched The Sopranos with the love of my life. I ate leftovers with the love of my life. I drank champagne with the love of my life. And in the Bay County Courthouse, with my daughter fussing, I married the love of my life.
I was very worried that after the baby arrived, all I would be interested in doing is talking about the baby, looking at the baby, thinking about the baby. BABY BABY BABY. That’s sort of what it was like the last month I was pregnant, and especially for the entire week I was overdue. I consciously thought to myself, “What do I even like to do anymore, besides wait for the baby?” The idea of motherhood being an all-encompassing part of my life became overwhelming. There was a lot of crying. It also started to scare me, thinking about losing my boyfriend, fiance, domestic partner (I have sarcastically referred to him as my “companion” too). If we both go batshit crazy over baby then we cannot possibly have time for each other, and I’m only 25 and should be selfish enough to get a few years alone with the love of my life before I fork over all my time and energy to a goddamn baby.
Well, the baby came two weeks ago, and reality set in very quickly. That reality is that I have found somebody who is so perfectly suited for me, and I will do everything in my power to make him happy. A couple months ago we talked about how there are two types of people in the world: people who love their kids more than their spouses, and people who love their spouses more than their kids. I will always love him more, because I picked him. Baby picked us.
Get this child out of me. 20 days till my due date and I’m counting hours.
“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
Another one of my favorite album covers. Oh, and here’s the first side, be prepared to flip your fucking wig: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTZeaAIDvTo
Oh, and dig this youtube comment: I was nineteen years old when I was in the war in 1972. One of the guys in my platoon had this song on 8 track tape. while walking through the elephant grass. We came up on a burnt out tank (ours) got in. got comfortable,dropped acid. (brown acid)some where during the night we were over come. The only memory I have of that night, is this song playing its violent guitar solo.And fighting this enemy solder with my fingers and teeth I woke up during dawn, and guy was ripped in pieces next to me.
(via shit-mummy)
When the dogs bark, the baby kicks. When I try to sleep, the baby wakes me up by squishing my organs until she’s comfortable. When I do get to sleep, the space is eventually shared with two tiny pups, my unborn daughter, and an Air Force officer who lets me have 75% of a bed we should be splitting evenly.
After being wrongfully imprisoned for 26 years for a crime he didn’t commit, 52 year-old Dewey Bozella won his professional boxing debut on the undercard of the Bernard Hopkins vs Chad Dawson match-up in Los Angeles, California, on Oct 15, 2011. He deafeted Larry Hopkins by a 4-round unanimous decision. True inspiration.
Amazing!
(Source: fyeahboxing)
(Source: mountaingoatssingmountaingoats, via katebushkidblood)
Jack Dempsey is my hero. My dogs are my children. These new maternity pants are my savior.
Baby daddy getting lit off sweet milk and I had apple pie for dessert. Man I could get used to this.
