I'm in heaven tonight, baby! So maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration but, anyhow, I feel really happy tonight. I went to Hots after school and all the way there, this guy was picking on me because of my fan (one of those fans like this:
Love always,
Vickey
I love my toes because of the way sand feels between them.
I love my feet because they let me walk.
I love my legs because they support me.
I love my knees because they let me sit.
I love my thighs because if they weren't there, I'd be unable to run, jump, skip, hop, or even walk.
I love my hips because they make me feel sexy.
I love my butt because it fills out my jeans quite nicely.
I love my stomach because it keeps my upper body sitting up.
I love my lower back because it keeps me upright.
I love my chest because it proves my feminity and the smallness of it allows me to run and jump and such without much pain.
I love my upper back because it hurts far less often than my lower back.
I love my shoulders because so many people underestimate the sexiness of a shoulder.
I love my arms because they let me write and lift objects.
I love my elbows because they let me bend my arms.
I love my hands because they're graceful and classy.
I love my fingers because they let me write and do so many other things.
I love my neck because it holds my head up.
I love my chin because it shapes my face.
I love my cheeks because they let me smile.
I love my eyes because they're gorgeous and they are bloody good flirters.
I love my nose because it lets me breathe when I'm laughing with food or drink in my mouth.
I love my temples because they're soft.
I love my forehead because it covers my brain.
I love my hair because it's soft and lucious and thick and multi-tonal.
I love every bit of bone for supporting my body.
I love every sinew in my being for doing their job.
I love every muscle for letting me move and support myself.
I love every ounce of fat on my body because without it, I'd look dead or nearly so.
I love my reproductive organs because they'll allow me to have a child someday.
I love my digestive system because it allows me to eat and stay nourished.
I love my lips because they're full and pouty.
I love my heart for beating without fail and for healing itself.
I love my lungs for letting me breathe and for working properly (most of the time) and for the way they feel when I run and when it's cold out.
I love my brain for thinking these things and for understanding concepts so easily and for all the other things.
I love my imagination for creating such intracite thoughts (sometimes) and for all the abstract thoughts Sayid and I have talked aobut.
I love every part of my body for everything it does for me.
I LOVE MYSELF!
Now I feel like a total isht about my entry yesterday! I'm sitting here in English again typing up my interview, or so everyone thinks. Really, I'm typing up this and being completely paranoid. I didn't mean to make y'all comment about how you're still here but don't have the time to comment. Honestly, I'm in exactly the same place though. I read all your journals but, I don't comment much. I have but a moment to write now. Just wanted to let you all know how crappy I feel about that entry. I didn't mean to invoke sympathy and pity or whatnot. For some reason, not having any comments for a while made me really depressed. Now though, please, don't comment unless you want to and have the time. Or unless I sound really really pathetic and in need of comments. Kay? Thank you. I promise, I'll get around to commenting on your journals again. As soon as I can get up to date! I'm still around 5/29! Time to go.
Love always,
Vickey
Okay, so I'm just sitting here in English class using the laptop... Yes, that's right. I am sitting here in class working on a laptop and updating my blog. *momentarily pauses to squee inside* We're supposed to be using them for our project but a quick look around shows that few are using power point and many are using the internet. I've only got five minutes left. I have a question though for y'all. Do you still exist? Can you still access this? I mean, I feel as though I've fallen off the face of the planet. I don't know why. I'm not trying to get sympathy or pity or whatnot. I just want to know I'm not typing to myself and Lindz. So if someone could please let me know I am still real and I am still alive and I'm not insane and what I percieve as reality is real. That'd be great. Thanks. Well, I gotta go. It was great wasting time with you. I may write again tomorrow.
Love always,
Vickey
My day has been spent catching up on your journals pretty much. Actually, no. Just the past few hours. It feels like forever though! I love you all and I want to catch up but I can't stand just sitting here in this hard chair reading for hours! I want to be caught up. I've almost emptied one folder. All activities are on hold for an unknown amount of time. I'm starving and I need dinner! But we're going out and I'm not about to spoil my dinner before that. I wonder if that water bottle is mine... Oh well. It is now. That's a bit better. Kay, so what do I want to write? Oh, my day.
Chyna didn't sleep with me last night but that's okay. I had some of that ice cream last night and it's amazing. I love it! I was asleep before 11:30 (which is amazing for me on a Friday night). I woke up today around 9:30 and I got dressed and such. While Joey lost his baseball game, Gramma and I were out shopping. In theory for a bathing suit. It didn't happen. So we each got some cute stuff at Wal-Mart. (Please know that this next bit is not meant to make any of you feel jealous or envious or bad about yourselves in any way shape or form, kay? I'm just naturally like this.) I got a pair of shorts that were a size 5. I typically wear a 1 or a 3 (this is women's sizes, fyi) so they're a bit loose but, they're comfortable and they'll fit me perfectly around that time of the month. (Actually, a 1 is really really tight on me for the most part.) Oh, and I got this cute little nightgown that I may wear as a shirt. I'll post a picture later. We went to Tim Horton's for lunch. I had a BLT and an iced cappucino. Those things are devine! We drove out to Target to continue the search and didn't find anything. So I still need a new one piece. See, there are PLENTY of cute bikini's but I need a new one piece. Maybe I'll get over my issue with my thighs/stomach and just get one of those damn cute bikini's. I find that my body issues are rearing their ugly heads with full force lately. They're worse than ever actually. I'm working on it though. Rereading No Body's Perfect by Kimberly Kirberger. (I think that's her last name.) Time to go see if any one else realizes it's time for dinner. (It's practically 6PM. Typically, I'm not hungry now and Dad forces me to eat. Now, I am hungry and we're not out at the restaurant.) I'll write a review of the food later. LOL Right now, I'd probably eat a raw hamburger. (Ewww. Never mind. I'll take it well done please.)
Vickey
P.S. That kitty in the picture is Chyna. I can't find any on this computer of Tiger or Smokey. Oh, and Tiger is dying. Yup, Smokey died, Tiger's dying, and Chyna's dying to get outside and hunt. My cats hate(d) it here and I can't save them. :( Anybody want a nice indoor/outdoor cat? That I can come visit regularly?
P.P.S. I've decided on a name for my kitten. Zuri. His (we think it's a boy) eyes are blue and the Spanish word for blue is azure. It's hard to call "Azure" too many times so I shortened it to Zuri. Welcome to the family, Zuri. :)
Thank God for Road Runner. That's all I got to say. It lets me spend more than an hour online catching up. Just wanted to say "hi" and I love and miss you all. I'm sorry that I'm not commenting but, it takes more time to read and comment than to read. So, I am reading and I'm on the entries from May 22 now. Not TOO far behind but far enough so I still have nearly 300 e-mails! Y'all need to quit writing! Kay, before I go crash and eat some Ben & Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk ice cream (sounds yummy), pictures of my kitten! This little one choose me. I had no choice. But I love him (we think it's a him) and I swear if our souls are reincarnated, this cat is Smokey's next life. The first time I spent time with kitty (no name yet), I cried thinking of Smokey. I missed her and I just wanted her and I wanted a sign that she was alright. I was petting the kitten and he was purring and he fell asleep on my hand. This cat is definitly the one for me. I don't believe it IS Smokey, but this cat is definitly sent by Smokey to help me get through this time of my life. She helped me through a lot of stuff and now, it's this kitten's turn. Smokey sent this kitten to me. And now that I'm crying, good night. Don't worry about me tonight though. I'll be okay. I'm sleeping at my grandmother's (BG) and though Tiger'll sleep on the waterbed, I can probably rope Chyna into sleeping with me on the couch. Allegra time!
Love always,
Vickey
P.S. Aren't I the luckiest girl in the world to have such a cute kitten pick me? I still love my Chya and my Tiger and my Smokey and my Dutchess and all the other animals I've ever had but this kitten is sooooooooo cute!
P.P.S. More entries soon, I promise! And more catch-up tomorrow!
P.P.P.S. It's pointless for me to fill in the mood thing. It rarely describes my mood throughout the entire entry and rarely describes any part of my mood in that entry. Humph. Plus, I typically let you know in my writing. Crying=sad, giggling=happy, etc. Kay? Kay. I love you all!!!!!!!! (Why am I so mushy today? I blame Chris!!!!) (LOL) (Explaination tomorrow)
Hey, you! Guess what? I'm baaaaack! Still private, obviously and still behind but, I've got an hour online everyday. So, I'll be catching up on your lives before I catch you up on mine. But, you will be caught up soon and you will know what's happening and all. I promise. I have 24 activities saved, 46 activities that I've done, don't intend to do, or are repeats saved, 125 unsorted alerts, and 98 to read (actual entries). Add that all up and you get 293 alerts. I'll get caught up but don't expect me to do all the weekend assignments and such that I've missed. Twenty Questions, Sunday Brunches, and Saturday Sixes have a better chance because they take less time. Or maybe that's completely psychological. I'm off to go walk the rest of my 10,000 steps of the day (my monthly habit). Oh, and when I get caught up with your journals and get you caught up with mine, I'll sign up for FLYlady again. Oh, and I'd better go... what was that term? The one about the hot spots... And putting them out... Oh, God. I need my FLYwashing again!
Love always,
Vickey
