There’s a lot going on, but it’s a lot of nothing. Therefore I will make a list.
Abigail starts her new daycare on Monday. I’m so excited.
She continues to amaze me with her sentences and words. She talks like a big girl.
I really want to move. But I think moving is such a pain.
6 months.
At my [...]
I’ve really been neglecting writing blog posts.
I think that is because I blog the most when I’m feeling craptastic, and right now, life is going pretty well.
I am so excited about this weekend.
I know that I miss him so much, but I don’t realize how much it actually is until I see him.
You only understand [...]
I want Abigail to learn Swahili.
I want to learn to.
I am the happiest now than I have been in a long time.
Life is good.
I miss Facebook.
Being an adult is hard.
Living paycheck to paycheck is hard.
I’m excited for the tax refund.
The federal one, that is.
I miss you.
I am very excited about my new phone.
I love text [...]
There are a lot more jobs available in January, opposed to December.
I will never have straight hair. I’d hate it.
Abigail will never have straight hair. It would be impossible.
I have been “reading” my BSC Encyclopedia. AKA looking random things up. Thanks, JiL.
Will you send me the Biological Science Critique.
I listen to “Soft Country” at work. [...]
I get attached too easily.
But only sometimes. If I fall, I fall hard.
I like my new job, and am ready for my OWN clients. Not leftovers.
I need payday like WOAH.
I wonder if I’ll ever grow up.
I hate when people break promises.
I love when people go the extra mile.
Sometimes you aren’t aware of how the little [...]
I like him. Wait, like isn’t the word.
It’s so nice out, I’m glad we are going to eat (and play) at the park tonight.
I’m ready for the NEW J-O-B. (Again, I know…but YAY!!).
It’s funny what helps you form friendships (ELISE!?!).
I need to stop parking under the tree.
Abigail’s monkey costume is so cute.
Her room needs curtains.
I’m [...]
Will I ever know what I want to be when I grow up? Everytime I get close, I find out I’m wrong.
Will I ever be able to completely move on?
Why am I most comfortable around people very different from me?
Is it because they are actually very much like me?
How did I get so lucky to [...]
