Me and my man. It took me a couple shots and a bribe to get him to smile…
Man I love this little guy.
I was waiting at the Vet with my sister’s dog, Kasey. See, we’re buds. I mean I’m usually telling her to get away or shut up, but when I’m outside with her I’ll throw her toy so she can chase it.
Well, apparently the day before, she overdid it a bit. Or came down from a jump a little wrong. She’s got a sore leg now. Yeah I feel bad. The doc gave her some doggy Motrin and she appears to be doing much better now. Which is good. Very good.
I’ve been told I’m a very expressive person. Those that know me can tell my mood even through texts, which I find crazy. But I’m called out on it all the time.
My faithful friends, I’m sure that you can also see my moods since I post everyday.
I want to apologize for letting the darkness I’ve been feeling come through to you. Just hang in there, please. Like they say [insert any cliche saying about lighting up here].
Seriously, thanks for sticking around. It means a lot to me. :)
So the pink. The beautiful pinky pink hair with added violet. Lovely.
But with the need to touch up roots weekly, rebleach then add pink monthly and the pink spotted counters and sinks…yeah, the pink had to go.
Flashback about 7 years ago. This was one of they very few times I wasn’t blonde.
Call it auburn, or mahogany or just brown with red tones…either way, I dig it. It’ll be around for quite sometime.
Now to start tanning my skin…
I’m not one to jump on trendy bandwagons (ok…I bought the 50 shades books of crapery).
Unless of course that trend is worthy. And oh, Mr. Number 7 is worthy.
Not only incredibly hot, but damn he’s great on the field. Not afraid to take risks, not afraid to run and has an arm that out paces Randy Moss.
So here I am, doing the infamous Kaepernicking.