Have you ever thought to yourself “I wonder what it looks like when Remy runs full force into my body?”
Probably not, but…the more you know.
And then I fell flat on my back. Seriously.
My new favorite necklace.
Forever21 $3.80. As in, less than four American dollars!
Today is out of control. Family drama is the WORST.
Here is a piece of advice. If your dad dies, and you have siblings who care about things, and money…just jump off a cliff, or move to the island with me.
I am having that overwhelming feeling again, where I want to pack up my husband and my dog and move to a deserted island.
There are ACTUALLY people out there that are trash talking Angelina Jolie’s op-ed piece in the New York Times. If you haven’t read it, here is what she wrote about her decision to have a double mastectomy to prevent breast cancer.
I can’t stand these whiney children who basically think ‘waahhhhh if I can’t afford a $3,000 test, then you can never ever talk about how you could afford yours.’ It’s childish.
At the VERY least, she has opened up a platform for women, and men to talk about this issue, and healthcare in general. That on it’s own is beneficial.
Guess what? My mom had breast cancer. Nope, I can’t afford the test. BUT maaaybbbeee one day I will win the lotto, or Myles will become a pro-golfer, or here is a long shot….health care might get better in this country.
And if any of those things happen I just might remember what Angelina had to say about her decision, and recovery. [Or maybe I will remember that nipple delay, and tube situation she talked about, and just be like TAKE ME AWAY. Who knows? But it will be my decision.]
And here is the part that I REALLY appreciated from her piece.
“They can see my small scars and that’s it. Everything else is just Mommy, the same as she always was. And they know that I love them and will do anything to be with them as long as I can. On a personal note, I do not feel any less of a woman. I feel empowered that I made a strong choice that in no way diminishes my femininity.”
Every single woman who is dealing with any breast cancer/breast issue, hysterectomy, whatEVER can benefit from hearing the Tomb Raider sex bomb, say that just because she has scars on breast doesn’t make her any less of a woman. And that doesn’t cost anyone any money.
On a personal note: I had a breast lumpectomy at the age of 14. It was benign, thankfully. I have a scar on my breast. If my 14 year old self had read Angelina’s words, I can tell you that I would have shed fewer tears, and been more self confident .
First World Dog Problems
This is so great!
Remington? What the heck are you doing while I am at work? How did they get a photo of you, and how do they know about your sock love? (Just kidding, it can’t be him. We would NEVER buy him a $50 toy)
The truth is so incredibly powerful. And important.
I just got the numbers for our new auto/homeowners insurance with Myles added. Let’s just say that it went up.
I am 25, and I have never had a ticket, or car accident. (KNOCK ON FREAKING WOOD)
Shouldn’t my insurance be like $12 a month?
But whatever, it’s my life.
I love my Kindle. Being able to read reviews, download a book, and read it in one sitting is amazing. Probably (I didn’t count) the last 25 books that I have read have been via an e-reader.
The last book that I finished was Jodi Picoult’s The Storyteller. It was a bit intense in subject matter, and left me feeling heavy. So my sister-in-law dropped off Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson. (The perfect laugh out loud book to follow up a story about the Holocaust.)
But you guys…it was a REAL, HARDCOVER book!
And as I was reading it last night, I kept stopping and smelling the pages. I know, I have issues. But I love the smell of a book, and I nearly forgot how great it was.
I felt like a 14 year old boy huffing a duster can, but hey we all have our vices, right?
This quote has been making the rounds on tumblr, but I really love it.
One day last week Myles was telling me about a training session he had to do at work, and I started laughing. And I couldn’t stop. At one point I said to him “stop, my stomach hurts from laughing.” There were tears rolling down my face.
If you spend any amount of time with us you will soon realize that we are passionate. We communicate openly with one another. (That’s a really nice way to say we don’t hold anything back and “fight” in public.)
But that’s just how we work together.
I am that girl who is snapping my fingers, and dancing down the aisle of the supermarket without a care in the world…but I know my foolishness brings a smile to Myles’ face, even if he says “stoooopppp.”
[I just feel really lucky that I found my best friend. A man who has made me laugh for the last 8 years, even when there were so many tears.]