eff. nine.

Something about me:

Every time I hear loud thunder, I think about being a kid. Okay, I’ll admit it… I went through a period in my childhood that I was afraid of thunderstorms. I wish I could be all badass and say I’ve always thought storms were cool. Nope. I was a fraidey-cat. But just so we are clear, I think they are cool now. Really. I do. Shut up. I totally do.

Anyway, something I would do as a kid to calm myself down was to quietly chant to myself - “Jesus, please calm the storm. Jesus, please calm the storm.” And it always worked. Yeah, sometimes it would take two minutes, and other times two hours, but who’s counting? I wish you could hear the beat to which I would say it (Shayla might be able to - lulzees).

Needless to say, I always think about that now and internally hang my head in shame. At least my paranoia is funny now, right?

I have not forgotten to blog.

In fact, I think about it every day, but just haven’t done it. I really want to. I really need to. This may be my only outlet at this point, and I haven’t even been using it.

So, I am going to attempt to write for at least one week straight. It’s all I can (try) to commit to for now.

I figure the only way my life will get any better is if I allow myself to be myself, and the best way I know how to do that is to write about myself. Not sure if that sounds weird or not, but it makes sense to me.

Today, here is a picture of me on a Sunday morning. No makeup, no filters, just me.

Something about me: I’ve been finding a lot of comfort in food lately. This is not a good thing since my hormones and metabolism makes it hard for me to have the figure I’d like. I lost 50 lbs two years ago, and have somehow found 25 of those again. My hope is that I can maintain my passion for cooking and baking, but somehow make it a priority to care about the shape of my body again. I had breast reduction surgery earlier in the year to help with some back and neck pains, but also to boost my self-confidence. It did, but I think I would be even more confident if my tummy were smaller again.

For the record, I never said anyone would want to read this shit. I said I need to write it.

I hardly post memes, but I love this. I’m still laughing…

Happy May tomorrow, y’all!

shaylaliter:

A List Of 9 For The Sister Who Makes Lists Of Nine.

Some things you may not know about my Shanelley:

1. She will hold your hand when you have crippling diarrhea.
2. She can dance better than you can.
3. She doesn’t know how to hold a grudge.
4. She doesn’t need makeup.
5. She remembers EVERYTHING (she probably remembers the womb).
6. She has a love for music, film and food that is unmatched.
7. She will always put your needs before her own.
8. She is intentional and shows her love through the details of her life.                And
9. She is the only person I would want as my sister.

Happy Birthday, Shanelle Marie.

I love you and I miss you every day we are apart.

I hope your day is special and full of little details that make you happy.

Thank you to my sister for making this List of Nine. I cried and laughed in a matter of a minute. I love you Shayla.

1990′s Film Alphabet, Poster That Quizzes Your 1990s Movie Knowledge

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Love this.

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