I hate to see a friend hurting, sad, upset or just having a rough time.
It pains me, it truly does. I will lose sleep over it, I will worry constantly. I will think of things that I could do to make it better for them.
It’s frustrating sometimes because there’s really nothing you can do but just let them know you love them and are there for them.
I still can’t help but think of ways to make them smile, ways to make them laugh, ways to make them stop hurting. If I could take away their pain and sadness, I’d gladly do it.
I want to send flowers to brighten their day.
I want to send cards and tell them how much they mean to me.
I want to bake them cakes and let them know how sweet my life is with them in it.
I want to call them and just be there to listen.
I want to go hug them.
I want to spin on my head, burp, tell jokes, sing silly songs, or whatever it takes to make them laugh, just to see them smile for a second.
I do these things, and many more to let my friends whom I love know how much they mean to me, but the one thing I wish I could do that I can’t is make them stop hurting. It pains me and I feel so helpless at times.
I just hope knowing that I’m here and that I love them will help in some small way.

Is there anything better than laying naked and being one with your cool, soft, clean sheets?
I do not think there is.

I am feeling somewhat overwhelmed today.
There are bills to be paid, phone calls to make, errands to be run, decisions to be made, orgasms to be had.
Usually, it’s times like these that the panic sets in. It’s these moments that I start to freak out and worry if I’m going to have a panic attack.
It’s not the case today. I feel fine. I am taking things slowly, doing one thing at a time. I have already accomplished one of the things on the list (anyone care to guess which one? heh) And now I am ready to take the day on.
It’s so awesome to feel this good, to feel in control of my life again. In the back of my mind there is that fear that it’s only a matter of time before I come crashing down again, but as soon as I start having those thoughts, I push them aside and focus on all that is good in my life right now.
I haven’t cried in days. I haven’t had any urges to hurt myself. I have been getting out of the house, enjoying the world around me again and it feels so good.
Now, I just hope I feel this good after I get done paying this stack of bills staring me in the face, but I doubt it.
Can’t I just win the kottery already?!?!

Summer is just about here. Time to break out the sandals.
Do me yourself a favor and take care of your feet before you start showing them to the world. Please.
-If your big toe is hairy, shave it.
-If your nails have fungus, have it taken care of.
-If you have thick heels, buy a pumice stone and file that shit down.
-Paint your nails and whatever you do, do NOT “reapply” if it starts to chip, just buy some damn nail polish remover and redo them all.
It’s no secret I hate my feet because they are ugly, but I still take good care of them. I think everyone who plans on showing their feet this summer should do the world a favor and make them presentable so I don’t start dry heaving when I have to stare at them when you’re in front of me in line at Jack in the box.
Thank you.

If a bee flies into my van car while I’m sitting in the drive thru, I will put the thing in park and jump out and I will not get back in until I know for damn sure the mutha fucker has flown out.
I do not care if you get pissed and want to kick my ass.
I know kickboxing, chances are, you don’t.
The bee has a stinger, chances are, you don’t.
Even if you do know kickboxing and could beat me up, I’d rather have you kick my ass and pound my head into the pavement than have a bee stinger in my neck.
I’m just sorry the dude behind me didn’t know this before hand.
But you know, so don’t be all outraged if and when it ever happens.

What song makes you so happy that you lose all control, get up and dance around like a fool?
This one does it for me.
*grabs a brush, pretends it’s a mic, jumps on my bed and sings it*

I have a secret.
A secret that is dying to be revealed because it hurts too much to hold it inside.
I toss and turn at night wondering what people would think of me if they knew this secret. I think people would hate me, hate me and laugh at me.
I am ashamed, yet at the same time I’m not. I can’t help how I feel.
I have to let it out before it kills me, I can’t hold it in anymore.

I looooooooooves me some N’Sync. Do you know how bad I want them to release a new record? I listen to their cd’s, even when my boys aren’t home. I know the dance moves to “bye bye bye”. I don’t care what you think. They can sing and they can dance.

Just because a recipe “calls for” nuts, does not mean you have to put them in the batter.
Thankyouverymuch.

I love the song from An American Tale, “Somewhere Out There”, I admit it, and yes it makes me cry. (shutup)
Me and Statia were singing it to each other this morning (she’ll try to deny it, but she knew alllllllllll the words) anyway, she prefers the “mouse version” to the “Linda Rondstat version.” which made me curious.

Which do you prefer?

(And don’t even try to pretend like you don’t have an opinion.)

A chocolate milkshake and french fries… does it get any better than that?