Oregon

Sorosis Park

Multnomah Falls. (it's in Twilight)

The Park in Stayton

My favorite view :)

Hoodriver (he is a goob)

Cousins Breakfast

Stayton

Plague in Stayton honoring my great grandfather, great uncles and grandmother

Bridge in Stayton

Cascade Winery's

There are a lot more, just wait.

Favorite fellas

Me and Michael babysat my nephew Sawyer last Wednesday for my sister and her husband. It was a blast and we only had one meltdown.

never felt so lost and hopeless

Just do yo thang honey!

Last night as I was doing Michael's laundry, he started singing "Ain't No Other Man" by Christina Aguilera. I was busy trying to match socks (that boy is particular about his socks) so I didn't catch what he was singing at first and then he started getting louder. And then, well then he started dancing. He eventually ended up mooning me on the "with ya bad ass" line and I remembered why I love him. NOT because he showed me his tush but because he is such a goob and is happy and in love. I lost sight of all that while missing him, I had completely talked myself out of one of my best relationships so far because I was being selfish and immature. Awesome that this all came from an Xtina song, right? My brother would be so proud.

So in honor of my favorite man...

Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you. Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do(what you do).You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon. You got soul, you got class.You got style with your bad ass - oh yeah! Ain't no other man its true - all right -Ain't no other man but you.

p.s.

how's that for Debbie Downer?

Oh bother...

If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together.. there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart.. I’ll always be with you.

-- Winnie the Pooh

WARNING:

This is full of negative poor me vibes. Don't keep reading if you don't want to give me all your pity.

Thanks.

I am not handling things well. Honestly? I am not handling them at all. I am having vivid and terrifying nightmares and then staying up on the phone till 1:30 trying to get my point across without it sounding like a guilt trip. I am not very good at this incase you couldn't already tell. I am selfish and needy and frustrated and a 5 minute phone call telling me about the famous people you have met or the shirts you bought doesn't help anything at all. The intentions are good but the follow through is a little lacking. I know, I know. I sound like a raging self involved bitch but I am allowed to be that right now. I am keeping most of this to myself and I am starting to feel like a turkey with all these feelings stuffed away. Everyone says I should be expressing these concerns but it just causes fights and then I look like the bad guy because I had a nightmare and wanted someone to talk to. I feel painted into a corner, no matter what I say or do someone ends up hurt, and that's a pretty shitty feeling. I've been told this gets better and I will at some point adjust but until then I am just going to go eat worms.

p.s.

thanks to everyone who has been listening to me complain about this for the past week.

Randoms

I am lucky, blessed and loved. I've been having a pretty bad week but everyone around me is sending positive vibes, funny text messages and happy thoughts my way. I know I can get through anything with all these people on my side.







I started Grey Gardens last night and 5 minutes in I was completely head over heels in love with Little Edie. She was such an interesting woman and please, someone get me a dialect coach so I can talk like her all the time. Please and Thank you.

Michael is working two jobs now, I am not adjusting well but atleast I am being honest about it right? Poor thing will call me on his breaks and I usually am in tears. Did I mention I am pmsing? Blame it all on that.

I am really, really loving these ladies and their fashion mullets.

Seriously though, wish I could pull that hair off.

Someone is singing in my office, I don't know who but it's drowned out, I wonder if it's coming from the bathroom. Drop a bomb, sing a song?

May or may not be crying from that last statment.