You said the 'p' word.......:blink:

i'm super stressed cause i'm moving tomorrow. i hate change. it freaks me out. and i know for the first few days i'll be very weepy cause that's what change does to me. blech.
but i need to move. i need to eliminate stairs cause i have days where getting up them is hard and at some point i'll be in a wheelchair. and i've been living in an apartment that my grandmother has attached to her house and she has not taken my cancer diagnosis well at all so not being around her so much will be better for me. and my mom has been living on my couch for the last month as she's kind of homeless. but she'll take over this apartment when i leave. but, still hate change.

...... how long???

We've decided to turn in our huge glass jar of loose change and the money we get from our recycling to open a savings account for our future home, and then put some of each paycheck and each winning lottery ticket/casino winnings we'll put it into the account. Worse case scenario, we'll have an emergency fund... or money for a cruise one day ;)

Here's to us babe ♥

I know the feeling. It gets lonely up here from time to time. I helped with the family tree and I keep telling myself that I should put one up in my place but I just can't quite force myself to do so. Something around here should be holiday-like shouldn't it?



I really hope you feel better soon



Odd. Don't it kind of go without saying around here?

i wondering...if i put another 2" lift on my truck.. maybe i should add those lil electric single bar steps that that come out when the door opens.

work on a Saturday.

pants.pants.pants.

I used to let that happen when I was younger with my mom and 2 older brothers until my Dad and I had a talk. He told me if I don't let them see they've gotten to me, eventually the thrill they got from it would go away and they'd stop. He also told me if what they said or did bothered me, rather than confront them on it and give into their little game of hurt that I should write it all down on paper. He then proceeded to tell me to read and reread what I wrote until I get it out of my system. After I felt like it was gone, I should crumble up the paper and throw it away. Honestly, it worked and the game they played called hurt me, stopped when they finally got that they couldn't get to me anymore.

having a friend over to move my bed so I can put an night stand on each side...

Update: actually did get to go to the parade. Me and mom went. Froze my arse off cause it started pouring the snow right when we got there. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Do we get to see pictures of this new haircut????