Right here in my beautiful home: hanging with the husband on a Saturday morning, listening to DMB on the record player, and relaxing before the busy part of the day begins.
I’ve got my blanket, my kindle, and my Diet Pepsi. All is well.
And, of course, this prompt reminds me of these pertinent DMB lyrics:
I do know where you go is where I wanna be.
I recently received what I considered a great compliment.
You are one strong bitch. You’ve got this.
I’m a somewhat organized hot mess. Ha.
Whatever you do, don’t look in my closet. It’s scary in there.
- leaving the house for the first time in a week
- catching up with my bestie
- having a dinner out with my bestie and my kids
- my husband getting home after a long day apart
- not feeling crazy sick for the first time in like two weeks
The future is no place to place your better days.
I’ve been off my blog challenge game, but I think I have a good excuse. Ha.
How would you like to be described?
Smart, successful, loving, a good mother/step-mother, kind.
Your favorite song to sing?
Almost anything by DMB. Right now I’m really digging some old shit, like Lie in our Graves and Recently. Two Step is always a favorite. Though I sang my little heart out when we put on Sports by Huey Lewis and the News Friday night. Holy shit that album is my jam.
Would you like to know about the future?
No, thank you. Ignorance is bliss when it comes to that sort of thing. I read a book earlier this year where four siblings go see a fortune teller, who tells them the day they will die. The books then shows how each character lives after knowing this news. At the end of the day, I don’t think knowing about your future does you any favors. Live the life you want to live, for as long as you are given.
How do you show people you care?
Praise, affection, terms of endearment. For example, D is my gingy babe, gingy bear, or simply, babe. The kids are sometimes babes, my little chickens, etc. I’m very affectionate. I like hugs and kisses and cuddles.
Your last important decision?
Whether to have this most recent surgery. Let me tell you…I’m def regretting that decision right now. Holy fuck this is not what I was expecting. I mean, the surgery itself was fine. This post-op infection bullshit is going to be the death of me.
Something that is aways easy for you?
Reading has always come easily to me. I was reading at a very early age, and I was quite advanced. I received a perfect score of the English assessment given my freshman year of high school. I remember my teacher pulling me aside and telling me that I was reading at a college level. She told me her class would be boring for me, and recommended some books I could read on my own, which I did, obviously. Reading has been a life long escape for me, and it was particularly needed when I was growing up, as my home life was complete shit. I devoured books. It didn’t even matter what they were about really. It’s one of the things that made my job at the library so perfect: I had the ability to take home as many books as I could carry.
I thought this one was cute:
Speaking of puns, my husband is the king of puns. I learned this early on. Before we were dating, we had an intense texting relationship. I remember one such conversation quite vividly. I was assembling a floor lamp for my office, and texting him about how fucked up and incoherent the instructions were. (This would become a thing for us: me texting him about “shitty instructions” that typically turned out to be me simply being absolutely horrible at assembling things). He started joking around with me, and ended up coming up with like fifteen different puns regarding lights/lamps. I remember thinking it was adorable. I was smitten. 💜
I wish I still had those early conversations.
Today’s prompt modified: The word that you
overuse say a lot.
Fuck is the perfect word. It’s an excellent sentence enhancer. 🤗
I really like this quote about kindness:
There are so many people who talk a big game about being kind, yet aren’t capable of this. If you can’t show kindness to someone you don’t like, then are you actually a kind person? Something to think about. I think it’s a reminder most of us need. Truly kind people are extremely rare.
I’m a decisive person, so I typically make decisions fairly easily. When you know, you know. Why drag it out?
Obviously, this isn’t always the case, but even when I’m struggling with a decision, I typically know deep down what the right choice is for me. I’ve always been pretty in touch with my own bullshit.