I’m moving (again) in 20ish days into an adorable townhome in Buckhead.
Naturally, I need it to be absolutely adorable. So I’m making a list of all the things I need (used lightly) and want (used heavily).
NEED
- Patio Furniture: The all brick patio is to die for, and I need gorgeous things to put on it… preferably a Moroccan theme, or a beach theme. Why does outdoor furniture cost more than indoor furniture? I see why people have sofas in yards now.
- Area Rug: When I moved to this place I converted my one (ugly) area rug to an outdoor rug. Now I’m going to need a rug again. WHY ARE THEY SO EXPENSIVE
- A design layout for the front room: Or furniture to put in it
WANT
- A king sized bed
- New Bedding (But why new bedding if getting a king bed, & Pottery Barn must you be so tempting)
- Things to fill up the TWO bookshelves. I have books, but am in need of bookshelf decor. Yeah I said that.
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Let’s examine this:
Miss is a word for a woman that has not been married.
Mrs. is an abbreviation of the word Mistress, used as a title for a woman that is married or widowed.
Ms. is a title used for a woman whose marital status is unknown or irrelevant (as in business).
The letters Ms. are not an abbreviation of a word, they are an amalgamation drawn from the letters of Miss and Mrs.
On the other hand, a man is just a mister (Mr.)
You see men don’t have to determine their sexual availability like women.
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— Laila Alsabahi (via boldnative)
I just feel this is important for all to see.
(Source: faineemae, via neffsays)
"He’s talking to her again. And when he starts thinking about her I start thinking about you. I start thinking about how terrible things ended how much I hate you. Because I know that, that’s how she is to him, aweful. But then, I know they had to have had really great time that they could hold on to that they could go to when they needed to remember and that just gets me thinking. We started out on a really high note, and at that thought my hate for you starts slowly melting away, and I begin to remember just how much I loved you. And then I know exactly how they can still be going round and round after all these years. Because if everyone hadn’t have forced you t stop calling me, if your wife hadn’t threatened to leave you. You would still be calling me at all hours of the night, and I, if I was honest with myself, I would still be answering. Every time, whispering into the phone how much I missed you, and how you occupy the dark corners of my mind. And that is just not healthy, not for me, not for you, and especially not your wife. So I thank god that my friends and family love me enough to have done everything in their power to stop you from ruining me. Not that you hadn’t already. No they shouldn’t have had to, I should have been strong enough to do it myself, but sometimes in life you will need help, at that point in my life I needed help desperately. Life Lesson 3224834 you can’t go through life alone."
— (via hangtenlola)
So the past 4 months I haven’t blogged much at all… It’s probably because:
a. I’m bad at it
b. I went through a break-up and all my thoughts were mopey
c. I started a new job & have been sooooo busy
d. I was too busy doing anything but spending time with my thoughts.
e. All of the above.
But today, I cried in my room alone for the first time in awhile. A pretty cry. Because, you see, for the past 4 months I have spent time after work at the gym with my best friends to fill a void, be productive, not think about not having that someone to go home to.
But today, everyone was busy for dinner & instead of writing a paper I decided to try on old clothes that I was sure weren’t going to fit… and Holy Hell, jeans I havent gotten over my thighs since 2008 are fitting better than ever.
I got on the scale, saw a number, looked up my medical history (yeah… I did that) and realized I haven’t weighed this little since December of 2008. DECEMBER OF 2000 & FREAKIN 8. That is almost 3 years ago.
There are only 2 pairs of jeans left to get back into & I don’t care how long it takes… I will be wearing those Citizen jeans again (I can get them on & buttoned just fine, but I’ll spare the world the muffin top).
So here is a picture of me tonight. Don’t mind the greasy hair or the I’ve been crying face. I’m just so damn proud. Because, you see, this is SO much more than the weight. It’s me and I’m awesome and it took me a while to see this and appreciate it. I had lost the love in my life long before the break-up but I am so thankful for all the people who helped me find it again.
Why can’t I fast forward through you?!?
It’s 10 and I’m in bed. I’m winding down by relaxing, drinking wine, and watching a movie.
However, I have had a terribly interesting day so Im giving you a heads up to look forward to tomorrow and my promised posts of amazing stories!
It’s gonna be great y’all!
