Never forget what you are fighting for...I keep this on my night stand right next to my bed...its the last the I see (hopefully) and the first thing I see when I wake up!!!
Live Angela, LIVE!!!
Love, Tara
Monday, May 31, 2010
For ANGELA!!!
Never forget what you are fighting for...I keep this on my night stand right next to my bed...its the last the I see (hopefully) and the first thing I see when I wake up!!!
Live Angela, LIVE!!!
Love, Tara
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Its NOT a freaking kidney...
EKKKKK
This should NOT bring on trauma, right???
So why why oh freaking why do I have butterflies in my tummy ( and no its not the greek yogurt:) )
Im a thinking because the last time I (we) bought a car was almost 6 yrs ago (well 5 yrs and 10 months) and mike was there and he did all the talking/negiotiating and now well this is my first major purchase (much needed) without him....its me and me madre, she did her research....blahhhh
I will be fine...its just a car Im not purchasing some black market kidney, there is nothing to be nervous about...BREATH...DONT FORGET TO BREATH...
I will post pics of my new non soccer mom van when I get back...cause I know you are all dying to see it ;)
love love,
me
This should NOT bring on trauma, right???
So why why oh freaking why do I have butterflies in my tummy ( and no its not the greek yogurt:) )
Im a thinking because the last time I (we) bought a car was almost 6 yrs ago (well 5 yrs and 10 months) and mike was there and he did all the talking/negiotiating and now well this is my first major purchase (much needed) without him....its me and me madre, she did her research....blahhhh
I will be fine...its just a car Im not purchasing some black market kidney, there is nothing to be nervous about...BREATH...DONT FORGET TO BREATH...
I will post pics of my new non soccer mom van when I get back...cause I know you are all dying to see it ;)
love love,
me
Friday, May 28, 2010
The Story of what should have been...
There was a girl.
The Girl meets a boy and they fall in love.
The boy and girl get married.
They have three beautiful children with the hopes of more to come.
The boy worked very hard to make a life.
The girl worked very hard at creating a home.
The girl did not have an Eating Disorder.
The Boy was not an alcoholic.
They watched their children grow into people.
They watched their children get married and have babies.
They grew to a ripe old age together.
Then their time came and they were ready because their life had been all that they had planned.
But that was not the way the story went....somewhere things went terriablly wrong, and now the girl is left alone.
His story was over way to soon.
The girl has to make a new story.
The girl now has to create a life.
Life is not a story or some fairytale.
Life is hard, and scary and uncertain.
Now this girl must create a new story.
Except this time it can not be a story.
It must be her life.
I am that girl, and now I must create a life not some fairytale.
This is my journey.
My journey of creating my life.
Things can not be perfect,things will never be the same, but there is still a life to live.
So this is the beginning of me creating a life, there is no longer the story I told myself...this is it...this is real...this is the beginning.
The End.
The Girl meets a boy and they fall in love.
The boy and girl get married.
They have three beautiful children with the hopes of more to come.
The boy worked very hard to make a life.
The girl worked very hard at creating a home.
The girl did not have an Eating Disorder.
The Boy was not an alcoholic.
They watched their children grow into people.
They watched their children get married and have babies.
They grew to a ripe old age together.
Then their time came and they were ready because their life had been all that they had planned.
But that was not the way the story went....somewhere things went terriablly wrong, and now the girl is left alone.
His story was over way to soon.
The girl has to make a new story.
The girl now has to create a life.
Life is not a story or some fairytale.
Life is hard, and scary and uncertain.
Now this girl must create a new story.
Except this time it can not be a story.
It must be her life.
I am that girl, and now I must create a life not some fairytale.
This is my journey.
My journey of creating my life.
Things can not be perfect,things will never be the same, but there is still a life to live.
So this is the beginning of me creating a life, there is no longer the story I told myself...this is it...this is real...this is the beginning.
The End.
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