(found via www.rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com)
for my unborn daughter
1. When on a dinner date, order the steak.
2. Never make fun of your brother in front of other girls.
3. Let him take your coat. That’s the moment he’s been waiting for.
4. Don’t sleep with your bra on. So I’ve been told.
5. Yes, your skirt is too short.
6. Having an accent does not make him more sophisticated.
7. Learn to sew your own clothes. You’ll become a better shopper.
8. You don’t need to do anything to prove you like him. Ever.
One step at a time means to take life one day at a time and not to worry about the next step till i finish the first one, Its to remind me to live for the moment and Life takes patience.
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i follow fuckyeahtattoos for the artistry, cuz, to be honest, some people get the dumbest shit permanently inked on their body. but every once in a while there’s one i take to heart. including this one.
i’ve been feeling so overwhelmed the past few weeks about this microbio nonsense. i can’t get excited about my interviews knowing that if they do accept me, it could all be taken away in one instant if 1) i am not the luckiest bastard alive and 2) they are tight-asses who can’t make an exception every once in a while.
and as much as i try not to think of myself as a planner (because it’s cool to be spontaneous and free-spirited right?), i am one. being a planner can be the death sentence for stress and brain pain, at least in my case. so like this ink-on-foot says, i need to take it one step at a time. just calm maself and know that some things are just outta my control, and life takes patience.
(Source: fuckyeahtattoos)
i finally had the courage to tell one of my favorite bloggers how i much i love reading her blog. woman speaks the truth and does it with so much swag. check it out!
fun fact: i dreamed big in 6th grade. i wanted to become a dolphin trainer at sea world. mostly cuz i thought it would be cool to rock the wetsuit look all day long.
Josh Holloway arrives at the Children’s Defense Fund California’s 20th Annual Beat The Odds Awards at Beverly Hills Hotel on December 2, 2010 in Beverly Hills, California.
just because i miss lost, and because this is one fine-ass white man
it’s never gonna leave my life, so i might as well enjoy the ride. right?
things always turn out alright in the end, but it’s the suspense that fuckin kills me. right now, if i don’t get into my last pre-req class, it means i’ll have to apply all over again next year. which sucks balls since i’ve already been invited to interview at a couple schools. i’m so thankful to god that’s he’s helped me get this far. i’m so extremely thankful. it’s just the biggest buzz kill of my life that i’m still hanging on a thread because of this stupid pre-req. and guess what that pre-req is? MICROBIOLOGY. and the biggest irony of all, i’ve already taken the stupid class at UCR (just the lecture, not the lab). but i need the lab as the last pre-req, and of course i can’t take a lab without taking the lecture. i blame this on the fact that i majored in Biological Sciences instead of Biology. i blame this on the face that i didn’t listen to justin when he told me to switch to Biology to make my life easier. i blame this on the fact that i chose Biological Sciences to begin with. i blame this on the fact that UCR even has two types of biology majors which are essentially the same except for categorical differences. i blame this on…
fuck man, haha. i just blame myself.
it’s ok. shit’s not always smooth. i need to get used to it.
by the way, i don’t have a stepchild. just thought it was a good analogy haha.
in fact, i was so good, they always picked me last to play because they wanted to save their greatest weapon for the winning quarter. my greatest moment of all was when my teammate passed me the ball at half court, and i was just so juiced with adrenaline and pumped with my own confidence that i turned around on the spot and shot the ball. from half court. NUTHIN BUT NET. all i heard was the roar from the crowd.
lol. i like to think that’s how it went. but in actuality, i was so bad, they picked me last because it didn’t matter whether or not i made a point, and it was only fair to put in every player for at least a couple minutes, haha. but my teammate did actually pass me the ball at half court. i was pumping with adrenaline, but for a split second, i was a nervous 8th grade wreck and didn’t know what the hell i was supposed to do with the uhh—-oh yeah, basketball. oh yeah! shoot it! is what i thought. so i did just that. i shot it from half court. it flew about 8 feet in the air and landed about 8 feet in front of me. NUTHIN BUT AIR HALFWAY BETWEEN ME AND THE BASKET. all i heard was the disappointed “AWWW!!!” from my teammates.
but come on, isn’t this the face of a winner?
LOL. i guess that leads to my #6.
6. Even if you think you might not be good at something, give it a shot anyway. It’ll end one of two ways: you’ll be pleasantly surprised, or you’ll have some funny shit to laugh about in the future.
There are good men out there. Ones that will make you feel important, beautiful, loved, confident, and like a gem. When you find one like that, make him feel the exact same way (except maybe handsome instead of beautiful). Ever heard the term “whipped”? Yeah, that word better not be in your vocabulary. Never make your man feel whipped. “I know I’m your mother and everything, but I will call you an asshole for that one”. (lol, thanks Maia)
a wonderful week spent with mah dude. periodically interrupted by stupid shit like school and work (lol, both seemed stupid to me if it meant leaving him bored at home), but wonderful nonetheless.
