Crybaby

I cry soooo much!

Last night I went to the gym with my personal muscley trainer and almost cried. I feel like such a baby when I say I can't but I guess it's my way of trying to save face when I actually can't do it.

Then I started talking about my insecurity with him, and totally cried. Then he was so nice and understanding and encouraging and I cried even more!

as my friend st. francis would say: Dear me, get some cajones! Love, me.

ps. st. francis: this is what i was "sad" about last night. more like, introspective and thankful and tired, and a little sad that i cry so much. :)

pps. the picture is not me. although i'm a little jealous of the antennae

Camping

I don't care how long or where. Camping is the best. Hopefully I'll be going camping this Sunday and I'm so looking forward to it.

Good food. Get to spend non-stop time with the ex-roomies and other incredible friends. Get to watch my bf stoke the fire. Get to drive through the beautiful mountains. etc....

love it!

Closed fist open heart

I am my mother. As much as I try to perfect her already perfection, I am exactly the same.

Anything that is hers is hers and you better not touch it, or you better replace it within seconds.

I like my things. I'm not willing to share. Why! Who cares! 

Ok. So I had a thought. I have a new roommate with whom I obviously share the fridge. I left a lone beer in there thinking, "I'll get to that." But I thought wrong. I should've thought, "Somebody else will get to that before I do." So mystery person drank my last cold one and it made me angry. I would never drink their stuff!

I decided why I, and my twin of a mother, are such horders. It's because we don't want to rely on anybody else for anything. So we have to protect what we've got.

Well you know what. I need people. I need their stuff sometimes and you know what? That's ok. We need each other. And I will leave an extra beer in the fridge for sharing's sake. 

Mr Rodger's eat your heart out.