Stand up for yourself: From a hair cut going south to trouble in your most serious relationships - if someone can do better for you, you should always tell them.
Sunscreen: Always. Wear a hat. In fact, just stay out of the sun. My 30-year-old skin thanks you already, Mom.
Think for yourself: Our religion, education and the communities we grow in of course influence our thoughts and opinions, but all of those things aside, I hope to be a good person with an open mind and a kind heart because my mom is.
Laugh (all the time): My mom knows how to celebrate every day. I always anticipate some serious belly laughs when she’s around! I wear my laugh lines proudly.
Share: Blessings and sorrows and everything in between, our loved ones are there for this task as I am for yours.
I love you more.
I’m trying red lips. Thanks, Eryn and Olive for the vote of confidence!
“I’m having dinner tonight with some friends in town from Denver,” I explained to my boss as I stood on my desk to write on my whiteboard.
I continued my story, “Oh! You’ll appreciate this - I was actually in their wedding the day Michael Jackson died. Like, in the chair, getting my make-up done, ohmigosh keep it together for the wedding, don’t let the mascara run, woah.”
Then I sat back down, roused my compy from its slumber and “Leave Me Alone” blared from the speakers. I forgot about the King of Pop working sesh I had been having before I got up to scribble stuffs…
My poor little guy was finally admitted to the car hospital today. Thankfully, he is expected to make a full recovery.
In the meantime, I will be caring for a new little Chevy Captiva for the next 7-10 days. I signed his birth certificate without giving him a name. I feel like I need to get to know him first. Kyle, perhaps?
i genuinely like to play the rush-hour “hey, we’re all in this together game” and let up a little to allow another car to merge in front of me. it makes me feel like a do-gooder, but mostly i’m fan of the wave. i like to return the little, “hey, thanks” flick of the wrist with my very own “hey, no problem. happy to help!” hand flutter.
when that return opportunity is not given, i get a little sad – not angry, just disappointed.