I need to get on here and blog today but I'm more excited to be going to Topeka this week for classes! Classes dismiss between 3 and 4 everyday which leaves a lot of free time! =) Staying at the Residence Inn again right on Westport/Wannamaker so I'll be right where all the action, stores, and restaurants are! My suite will also have fridge, stove, microwave, so I'm going to do some snack shopping. oh and vodka shopping. I want to try a different flavor every night. First night is Cotton Candy! Yay me!
http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/foeri-residence-inn-topeka/
April 29, 2012
April 22, 2012
Day 14
with NO cigarette =)
...that's 2 weeks!!
Honestly, I'm in a little shock.
I even have texts sent to my phone from SmokeFree.Gov helping me =)
April 19, 2012
Day 10
Still haven't had a cigarette!
and I swear my boobs have gotten bigger! A little tender, a lot more sensitive & BIGGER!
Nope, no pictures! LOL
and I swear my boobs have gotten bigger! A little tender, a lot more sensitive & BIGGER!
Nope, no pictures! LOL
April 15, 2012
Day 6
Since surgery AND since I've had a cigarette. Ya. I pretty much rock!
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| I LOVED these! It was like a constant leg massage! Look at my fat little knees! LOL |
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| How I spend a big chunk of my days. YAY ME! |
April 8, 2012
new pictures
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| My Easter present from Tyson. I've named him Peter Cottontail =) |
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| Hollow tree in back yard |
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| Mama Kitty O'Leary moved all 4 of her kittens up and inside of it! Genius... till it rains! |
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| Karoline and Peter Cottontail |
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| Tyson and Peter |
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| Chiminea the kids and I roast marshmallows in almost every night, and my jar of sweet tea= happiness |
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| Spring toes! |
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| Raeanne, my surrogate daughter, and Little Bo Peep |
April 7, 2012
April 6, 2012
Dear Uterus,
I have wanted to say a few things to you while we’ve been alone but I just never seemed to have the nerve at the right time. I suppose you know what’s coming; it’s been over between us for some time now but I guess I should just come out with it... I’m afraid it is time for us to part. And I’m sad and I’m sorry but I see no other way around it.
We used to be so good together, you and me. You made me a woman, a mother, two things that are cornerstones of my very identity. I’ve learned to manage our ups and downs and have never blamed you when I’ve been in pain. Do you know how many times you have made me crazy with fear about your tardiness? You nearly drove me mad at times but your arrival always just made me praise your name even more. I really thought we would go on like that forever.
Of course, how can I remember our history together without highlighting the best four things we’ve ever done together? Our babies. Our big, pink, happy, fat, healthy babies. I had such admiration for you during those nine months. No one else can ever know the discomforts and reliefs we endured together. And the labors. Holy Shit, Uterus, that was your time to shine! I gained so much respect for you. You had helped create, grow, protect, nourish and finally introduce our babies into the world. Amazing. I will forever be in awe that we had done that together without exchanging a thought or word.
Alas, dear Uterus, despite all our achievements, I know it won’t come as a surprise to you when I say that, in the most basic terms, we are over. You’ve changed. You used to be so powerful, a quiet though reliable entity. And now, I am so sorry to point out, you’ve gone soft. I no longer can withstand the pain and problems. History and gratitude just aren’t enough to keep us together. My heart sinks when I think about us apart and yet, I am convinced that it is how it must be.
And so, before saying good-bye, I must say thank-you. I will be forever grateful to you for making me who I am and giving me what I have. I am a proud woman and a blessed mother. I could ask for little else.
I have struggled with and dreaded this final parting moment. I am, in a way, responsible for your demise and I'm so very sorry it has come to this. I will always be indebted to you.
Rest peacefully my longtime friend,
Me
We used to be so good together, you and me. You made me a woman, a mother, two things that are cornerstones of my very identity. I’ve learned to manage our ups and downs and have never blamed you when I’ve been in pain. Do you know how many times you have made me crazy with fear about your tardiness? You nearly drove me mad at times but your arrival always just made me praise your name even more. I really thought we would go on like that forever.
Of course, how can I remember our history together without highlighting the best four things we’ve ever done together? Our babies. Our big, pink, happy, fat, healthy babies. I had such admiration for you during those nine months. No one else can ever know the discomforts and reliefs we endured together. And the labors. Holy Shit, Uterus, that was your time to shine! I gained so much respect for you. You had helped create, grow, protect, nourish and finally introduce our babies into the world. Amazing. I will forever be in awe that we had done that together without exchanging a thought or word.
Alas, dear Uterus, despite all our achievements, I know it won’t come as a surprise to you when I say that, in the most basic terms, we are over. You’ve changed. You used to be so powerful, a quiet though reliable entity. And now, I am so sorry to point out, you’ve gone soft. I no longer can withstand the pain and problems. History and gratitude just aren’t enough to keep us together. My heart sinks when I think about us apart and yet, I am convinced that it is how it must be.
And so, before saying good-bye, I must say thank-you. I will be forever grateful to you for making me who I am and giving me what I have. I am a proud woman and a blessed mother. I could ask for little else.
I have struggled with and dreaded this final parting moment. I am, in a way, responsible for your demise and I'm so very sorry it has come to this. I will always be indebted to you.
Rest peacefully my longtime friend,
Me
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