This was said to me yesterday: “If I’m not going to have sex this weekend, the next best thing is Kimberly”
Also, someone else previously stated “Kimberly, Child tested, Inmate approved”
My friends crack me up.
I love my friends. I love that you can make me laugh those deep belly laughs. I love that you can make me giggle. I love that when I cry you are there with a Kleenex and a shovel. I love that I can tell my embarrassing stories and you don’t judge other than to laugh. I love the witty things you say and the witty things that come out of my mouth when I am with you. I love that we can wonder around Target, that we can quote awesome movies. I love that you know why some song lyrics get stuck in my head. I love that we can go out and get drunk and crazy together or do nothing together. I treasure each and every one of you and I wouldn’t trade any of you for anything. (Though some of my acquaintances I would probably be willing to trade for various baked goods.) With all that in mind, I’m really hoping my Prince Charming shows up soon. I have no doubt he is out there, I just wish he would get his ass here.
I don’t ask for a lot, just someone to debate with, someone to kiss and hold hands with, someone to canoodle with on a regular basis, someone who understands that curling up on the couch with a B horror movie is amazing, someone who gets curling up on the couch to read is awesome. Someone who wants to travel, and understands that joy of coming home after a weekend away. Someone who has passion for life. He doesn’t have to make a lot of money, but he has to have drive and ambition. Someone who will warm my feet when they are cold, which admittedly is pretty much all the time. And help me with the pets (and be willing to have pets and possibly get more at some point). Creative. Pays bills. Who understands that Grilled Cheese is amazing. That popcorn can be a meal in a pinch. That loves a good thunder storm and wants to take a hot air balloon ride. That can make blueberry pancakes. Who loves the smell of campfire. Has musical talent and let's me sing in the car. (If he can juggle or yoyo those would be bonuses)
I really don’t know why finding someone with all these traits is so hard.
I think healing a broken heart is like trying to catch a butterfly it works best when you pretend it’s not what you are trying to do.
I know he is kind of an ass but Ricky Gervais makes me laugh, not his show, just his interviews.
I have put reminders in my calendar that states “Time to Make Out”. I hope I’m around cute single guys when they go off otherwise things are going to get interesting.
Farley is sick. He goes in for Surgery tomorrow. I am stressed a Momma. He doesn’t seem to be doing well, and the vet is concerned. He is my buddy; he’s been with me through a lot. He has kissed away my tears, and got me to laugh in times of stress. He cuddles with me on the couch and tries to eat all my food. He may be my Prince Charming in Dogggy form. I hope it’s something we can take care of, I really don’t think I can take any more loss. He has some blood again in his pee, he has a growth that has excessively grown in the last month or so. The growth has burst open and is bloody and pussy. He gets winded walking up the stairs, he is shedding and his skin is flaking off. We are going to have the growth surgically removed tomorrow, as the vet is concerned that doing a biopsy may release toxins into his body. Then we will send it for a biopsy and hope for the best. If everyone could send a little prayer for Farley James, I would greatly appreciate it
I have been playing with my camara. This is one of my favorites so far.
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