230 am, my time, 230 PM on her end Face time from Florence, Italy. I answered the call and she showed me around the beautiful city. Although she didn’t read my rant she obviously sensed A and I were missing her. ~ J.
Florence, Italy
This place is amazing in every sense of the word. But I miss my girls so much. Already planning a 3 stride Italian vacation. ~T
We are to the half way mark
Tiff has been gone for 6 days and A and I agreed things simply feel off when one of us is gone; let alone out of the fucking country. T and I literally instant message hourly at work, mainly so both of us stay sane and to make sure we laugh at how insanely busy our jobs are. I am so fucking buried at work, T being absent from my daily world makes it worse. Our 3 way chats ended on Friday which sucks worse, we feed off each others immaturity for material.
I may establish a new 3-Stride bylaw that no solo travel can extend more than 3 nights without the other two.
T if you can read this, quit being a cheap bitch and pay the $100 for wifi on the ship so we can face time. For fucks sake, really? Like you can’t afford $100? We blow more than that on shots of jäger on the regular. Fuck. This is fucking bullshit, what was all this talk about face timing from the Vatican? I believed in this plan, I counted on it and now I’m left with two random texts in 6 days? The fuck?
~J
I don’t normally post too many pics of my son (too many pics reminds me of fb) but he comes home Saturday.
Isn’t he handsome? No wonder bitches were offering favors to make him feel better after his collar bone break.
~J
Side-note: True story about fb, another reason why I hate it. Raising teens these days isn’t easy. Combine horny boys and girls with FB and texting you get all kinds of things being discussed parents would be mortified if they paid attention. (hand jobs, blow jobs etc are common amongst teens) Scary. Thankfully Chance is aware we are all up in his shit and although being horny is natural he better respect girls and understand the consequences of not controlling his impulses and recognizing when a girl sends a pic of herself with next to nothing on, he has a responsibility not to engage in that type of behavior. We have been clear we catch him sending inappropriate content to a girl, we will make him personally address it with her father, we aren’t fucking around. I credit his dad for constantly talking to him about what sex means and how important it is but also how dangerous. He doesn’t want to talk about with his mom, it’s just embarrassing so we
respect that but keep the lines of communication open. *sigh*.
Happiness Is
Having a friend email you a to-do list itemized by things she will handle herself. Holy shit, who does that? A great fucking friend, that’s who.
I had a bit of a meltdown over the next month of my life that involves moving my son home, moving into a new house, coordinating a work travel schedule encompassing 5 states and traveling to LA to pick up a VW bus a group of girls impulsively purchased. No biggie; I got this right? I see myself assuming the fetal position several times in the next month.
All positive things so I shouldn’t complain, just a tad overwhelmed. Just a lil’ bit.
~J
I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.
—Rumi (via in-comparison)
Someone has stepped into my life and changed the way I think about so many things. Just by being him. The truest form of awakening can present itself in some else’s simple reality. A.
(Source: nirvikalpa, via tea-andoranges)
(via tumbaleena)
Solar eclipse bitches. ~ J
Happy 3rd birthday to Amy’s beautiful little girl!! Yes she’s pointing at our picture because she knows what’s up.
Crazy to think I met Amy at 14 years old; we have gone thru some hard shit together but mostly fun. She’s watched me raise Chance for the past 15 years and it’s been so fun watching her raise Chloe. She truly is the best mommy around; I am so very proud of my best friend. She is raising an awesome little girl who essentially has 3 mommies…..and one dad. Lucky her.
Happy Birthday Chloe!!
~J
scars-cars-guitars-and-bar-bells:
Happy Birthday George Strait. 60 years old today, he will always be the king of country!
Yesterday, still holds true though.
Amarillo by mornin…..
(Source: onelighttown)
Rant: Late night texting etiquette from drunk dudes is sadly declining in manners and classiness. If that was even possible. A.
(Source: inspiredbythisfeeling, via heavymittedlove)
T is leaving the country in 2 hours and J and I are stuck here singing the 80’s smash hit “Please Don’t Go” on our knees with our fists in the air. True story.
Yesterday I said goodbye to my sweet Jazzy. For the past 10 years she has cost me a fortune, chewed up more things than I can count, and she brought me more happiness, laughs and love than I can explain. I had a heart-to-heart with Jazz yesterday and told her that there’s never been a better dog in the world and that we were lucky to have her as part of our family for all these years. She ate steak, played with her favorite ball and slept on my lap all afternoon. When the time came to send her on her way, she was the calmest I’ve ever seen her. I truly feel like she was letting me know it was okay and she was ready. I held her in my arms as she fell asleep and told her how much we all loved her. I kissed her little face and wrapped her in a blanket and made sure she knew she has made my life so much better since the moment I first held her. I’ll miss that girl forever. ~T
