No words come to mind but...

Simply beautiful!

The best way to mend a broken heart is time and girlfriends

Never-and I mean never- underestimate the value of a woman friend.  Yes, sometimes you sure can't live with them, but, in all honestly, you can't afford life without them-at least not well.


Female friends can be one of the most valuable assets another woman can have because they help us cope with gravity, other relationships and our world when it seems to be falling apart at the seems.  Women do lunch, the Macarena and the impossible.  Female friends help women lower blood pressures, cholesterol, and heart rater.  They are like all green lights on the way to work, being in the fastest line in the grocery store, seeing an old rival who doesn't look half as good as you do and jeans that really fit.  This is because female friends are tailor-made for our lives.


Women who are friends with other women help each other laugh at being dysfunctional, obsessive compulsive, and neurotic, because basically they are too.


Female friends bring us joy, happiness and laughter.  Friends soothe, calm and help us find peace.  They help make us happy, strong, humble, human, glowing, growing and live a wonderful life.


Friends help make long days seem shorter, put a smile on our face in the most grave situations and help us believe almost anything is possible.  We get by with a little help for our friends.


Female friends are both silver and gold.  Good friends are here today and here tomorrow.  There is nothing better then a good friends-unless, it is a good friends with dark chocolate.  There is wonder and joy in having and being a friend, so reach out and remember that being one is just as important as having one.  

Worst Valentine's Day EVER!!!

Lonely single girl without a date on this day of love?  Nope.

Bad timing for a brake-up?  Wrong again.

Actually, I would have preferred either of these options to the one I found myself in earlier this evening.

Sunday evening I got a rather welcome unexpected call from a handsome gentleman asking me out on a Valentine's date!  I was elated at the idea of making pizzas and playing games at his apartment with him and his brother (accompanied with his date).  Until that phone conversation I had been expecting a satisfactory Valentine's with my best girls Patch, Slick, and Guru.  Now, I had a more romantic experience ahead of me.

Monday came, I went to school looking terribly grungy (sweats, hat, ponytail, sweatshirt- in order to feel more pretty later on), did some homework, made some friendly valentines, then began to glamorize and beautify.  I had planned what I was going to wear, how to do my make-up; everything from the hairs on my head to the nails on my fingers was going to be PeRfEcT!

It was during the valentine crafting that I first noticed the oncoming cramps.  As I straightened my hair I began to feel lightheaded.  I was seeing stars while putting on my make-up sitting in a chair... pretty good signs that something's not right, but I brushed them off in denial because I had a hott date.  Finally, my mom came into the bathroom to find me hovered over the toilet bowl and asked, "Do you think you should call and tell him?  He's probably about ready to come pick you up."  I had been earnestly willing myself to feel better.  Hoping this was just a temporary discomfort, I had to face that, unfortunately, it was getting worse before it was getting better.  I whispered, "Yes, would you call him?  I can't."  I didn't feel like talking, especially to tell him I couldn't go because I was sick.  She called at 6:22 to give him the news; our date was for 6:40.  There was no chance of feeling social and outgoing in eighteen minutes haha.  So there I was- pathetic- listening to my mom turn down my awesome date (embarrassing), leaning over the toilet bowl dry heaving... happy valentine's day.

It's pretty much all downhill from here.  I threw up about ten minutes after my mom talked to him.  She told me he said to feel better.  I uselessly tried to get remotely comfortable on the couch.  Felt like throwing up again, but just cried silently.  About an hour and a half later I started feeling better and thought about calling him, but who would want to be with someone who'd just thrown up?  I decided against that.  My family and I ended up watching Dan In Real Life.  I texted him a while later and apologized.  He said it was no problem and he hopes I feel better.  I wish I would've been more miserably sick the whole night, so I could be less miserable thinking that I was feeling much better and could be having a wonderful evening if the date would've been an hour later.  Well, life happens; expect to be surprised!

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

    So my mom showed me these pictures and I thought they were so cute.  This mother creates scenes (or dreams) around her baby when she is asleep.  So I thought I would share them with you.

The Velociraptor Strikes Again...

 

Why I love this creature, I'm not sure...

The Devil's Arithmetic

Once upon a time...


There was a girl named Guru. She really disliked math, sometimes it even made her break things. In the end she decided she would never do another math problem again.


The End.


(Now I understand why people call it "The Devil's Arithmetic.")

Think warm thoughts...

I just want to be sitting in one of these chair's watching the sun set-