Let's catch up.
This is our second birthday without him. I've made it a full year. We all are still breathing and walking the Earth as God intended. We have come a long way. I haven't really allowed myself to grieve, so when those moments of sadness enter, I don't ignore them anymore. I embrace them. Sadness is a valuable emotion. You feel clean after a cry.
Work is work. Lots of changes, constantly. I've come to a good place of understanding with myself and that has made all the difference.
The medium person is excited to start summer with a fancy new hair style. She's volunteering at two
Awesome places. I'm jealous. Insert swoon. Sweetest little sweet pea ever. I'm worried that she'll realize what she looks like one day. I hope it doesn't change her views of the world. Heavy is the head that wears the pretty crown, huh?
Let's see. Romance is in the air. Skip the last paragraph, Brayden.....
The 30s are where it's at! Bomp chicka wow wowwwww. 😘
We've had several thoughtful mini vacations and very special birthdays. Just fun. This man is the best. I smile when I think about how proud my Dad was of him.
In old business, can I just tell y'all that I have a bully? At 33 years old, I have a bully. He knows he makes me uncomfortable but just HAS to try to engage me in some type of joke or off color comment about me drinking. It infuriates me! I will say that I'm glad he doesn't have to know the Kim of 2001. I would have beaten him up by now. Seriously. Hands. No words.
Alas, that was pre Brayden. I'm "civilized" so I can't slap him when he opens his stupid mouth. Which smells like freaking cat vomit and fish heads. And he spits when he talks. And he's a close talker! Ok, I'm done. Nothing will ever be resolved with this beast, so I'm just going to keep avoiding him as always.
My medium person wants the experience into something positive, so she's turning my adventures with the bully info a graphic novel. The working title is Bully Goat Jones: True American Butthole Here's a sample: