Ok ok ok....I can take a hint....or how about 20 BAZILLION! Holy Christopher and Jo! I know I haven't blogged for a while ( for example...3 months....OUCH!), but I'll get on it....
Of course my first blog in three months is only because Trevor has yet again left me alone...LOL! But this time it's only for 4 days...and I'm not worrying about him dying every second :D:D In fact....I am giggling....okay you caught me....I'm down right laughing my b*lls off....Tehehehe...and would you like to know why?! Trevor may have left ME alone....but he has to parade around in FULL ON MILITARY PROFESSIONAL MONKEY SUIT in 30C Weather! HA SUCKER! He's going to be sweating his hairy walnuts off!
*This is where I do my "I win You Sucker!" dance*
But I love him....and almost feel quilty for finding so much pleasure in his pain <3
Okay so on to my life for the past 3 months....well....I officially lost my family...only to find I have definitely gained a second one....and know I will never lose them....What amazing people...(Ode to Mr. & Mrs. N and Newly Mr. & Mrs. N ;) ) I'm on my way to trying to regain my family...I miss them greatly, but am still having major problems with them.....
By the way....this all kindof has to do with the fact that I am moved in with Trevor now...and we've been in the same place for about 3 months now :D:D And I have never been happier....I didn't think my life with Trevor could get much more blissful in the near future....and it has....living together has allowed us to figure out some amazing stuff about each other...the main one being that we will go through anything and everything needed to keep our relationship going!
Enough sappy for now....I'm going to do a second blog....
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
In one word....
In one word..... Life
My life is back....
I can't even begin to explain to anyone...and I mean it....I have been unable to even explain it to Trevor; the feeling of having him back....
I can feel his body....hug him....grab him....squeeze him...kiss him...stare at him (not a picture, and contrary to popular belief while he was gone...NO A PICTURE IS NOT THE SAME! lol)
I can whisper in his ear how much I love him....
And as you all can see, it's literally been over a month since I've posted....well....This is going to be short and sweet because there are not enough words in the english language to describe the happiness I have felt and still feel to hug my soldier....I catch him off guard all the time, because I will just out of the blue wrap my arms around his shoulders and squeeze him towards me for a good 5 minutes....literally...without saying a word...those of you who KNOW me, understand the great amazement of me not talking for 5 mins straight LOL! I do this almost every day.....but maybe once every two weeks I will find some words to squeak out, and all I can muster is, "Thank you for coming home to me"
I'm not sure those 7 words mean anything to those of you reading this....or much to Trevor....but to me they hold the entire meaning and understanding of what it feels like to have him home.....He has given me a life back...
Life...
I can live my life....a life again....with no fear of breaking down uncontrollably during the most inappropriate times...He is my l;ife....and it's back...
Thank You for coming home to me <3
My life is back....
I can't even begin to explain to anyone...and I mean it....I have been unable to even explain it to Trevor; the feeling of having him back....
I can feel his body....hug him....grab him....squeeze him...kiss him...stare at him (not a picture, and contrary to popular belief while he was gone...NO A PICTURE IS NOT THE SAME! lol)
I can whisper in his ear how much I love him....
And as you all can see, it's literally been over a month since I've posted....well....This is going to be short and sweet because there are not enough words in the english language to describe the happiness I have felt and still feel to hug my soldier....I catch him off guard all the time, because I will just out of the blue wrap my arms around his shoulders and squeeze him towards me for a good 5 minutes....literally...without saying a word...those of you who KNOW me, understand the great amazement of me not talking for 5 mins straight LOL! I do this almost every day.....but maybe once every two weeks I will find some words to squeak out, and all I can muster is, "Thank you for coming home to me"
I'm not sure those 7 words mean anything to those of you reading this....or much to Trevor....but to me they hold the entire meaning and understanding of what it feels like to have him home.....He has given me a life back...
Life...
I can live my life....a life again....with no fear of breaking down uncontrollably during the most inappropriate times...He is my l;ife....and it's back...
Thank You for coming home to me <3
Sunday, March 4, 2007
By the way...
I don't think I explained fully in my last blog....
HOLY FRIGGIN MOTHER OF HOLY HELL OF ALL PEARLS!!!
TREVOR IS HOME NEXT WEEKEND....OH MY F*#^$^T&$^% YIKES!!! MOTHER LOVE A FRIGGIN DUCK....THANK YOU GOD!! THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING AND BRINGING MY MAN HOME SAFE!!! OH 6 DAYS OH 6 DAYS OH 6 DAYS OH 6 DAYS.....HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY WOOT WOOT!!!!
*does a humungo dance all around the room, jumping on the bed, pumping here arms, grabbing the dog dancing with him, screaming the letter 'E' at an octance no human can hear (poor dog) and dropping to her knees to pray to God for the miracles he preforms!*
I'm done (not really...but no one wants the EXPLICIT details of my friggin JOYFILLED days and nights for the next week!) G'night all...thanks for listening to my CRAP for 5 months :D
Love you baby....see you soon! <3
HOLY FRIGGIN MOTHER OF HOLY HELL OF ALL PEARLS!!!
TREVOR IS HOME NEXT WEEKEND....OH MY F*#^$^T&$^% YIKES!!! MOTHER LOVE A FRIGGIN DUCK....THANK YOU GOD!! THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING AND BRINGING MY MAN HOME SAFE!!! OH 6 DAYS OH 6 DAYS OH 6 DAYS OH 6 DAYS.....HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY WOOT WOOT!!!!
*does a humungo dance all around the room, jumping on the bed, pumping here arms, grabbing the dog dancing with him, screaming the letter 'E' at an octance no human can hear (poor dog) and dropping to her knees to pray to God for the miracles he preforms!*
I'm done (not really...but no one wants the EXPLICIT details of my friggin JOYFILLED days and nights for the next week!) G'night all...thanks for listening to my CRAP for 5 months :D
Love you baby....see you soon! <3
For Kate
Well all...this post is mostly for Kate....as I was "yelled" at by her today at work for not updating this sucker enough....if you read one of my previous posts, "Posting for Sake of Posting", you will see how I predicted this matter....I started to realize this blogging was a way of me coping....coping with the stress of the deployment....but now....now blogging doesn't seem to be necessary to me anymore (wellll.....not DAILY blogging anyway *wink*)....
Update! :
TREVOR HAS LEFT THAT COUNTRY FOR GOOD!!! WOOT WOOT!!!! He is now OFFICIALLY on his way home....mind you it's an 8 day "trip" home...lol....with "stop overs"....BUT AS OF TONIGHT ONLY 6....yes that's correct....SIX.... DAYS DAYS DAYS DAYS DAYS UNTIL I PICK HIM UP IN MY SEXY SEXY NEW DRESS.......AND A HUGE HUG....I have been waiting for this hug for 5 months now....this hug is going to be THE most special hug I will ever remember....Oh I am SSSSOOOO LUCKY!!!
By the way....Trevor bought me an early Christmas present...but I can't blog what it is yet, cuz Trevor's brothers read my blog....and one of them isn't allowed to know until Christmas time...BUT I"M ALMOST AS EXCITED ABOUT IT AS I AM ABOUT TREVOR COMING HOME (not...but ALMOST :D)
Anywho...I'm going to post a tally of Trevor and My life together....ready?
Trevor and I have been "together" for :
In Months: 8
In Weeks: 35
In Days: 245
We have only been in the SAME COUNTRY/CITY as each other for :
In Months: 2 1/2
In Weeks: 11
In Days: 77
In Comparison or in Equations We have "been" together for :
In Months: 2 1/2 OF 8
In Weeks: 11 OF 35
In Days: 77 OF 245
By the way....the 2 1/2 months we were in the same Country/City...they weren't even consecutive....he was home for 1 1/2 months gone for 4 weeks then home for 3 weeks....then gone to the 'Ghan....
Plus we have 1 week left (or 6 days) SO THE GRAND TOTAL WILL BE my friends....
In Months: 2 1/2 OF 8 1/2
In Weeks: 11 OF 36
In Days: 77 of 251
So....that is my blog...Sorry my sexy Kate....I will have to blog about the *cough* um...."Christmas" Present LATER! :D:D:D I will post a pic too!!! And you will have to come over to see it!!! WOOT WOOT!!! or...SCOOT SCOOT!!! *teasing giggle*
Update! :
TREVOR HAS LEFT THAT COUNTRY FOR GOOD!!! WOOT WOOT!!!! He is now OFFICIALLY on his way home....mind you it's an 8 day "trip" home...lol....with "stop overs"....BUT AS OF TONIGHT ONLY 6....yes that's correct....SIX.... DAYS DAYS DAYS DAYS DAYS UNTIL I PICK HIM UP IN MY SEXY SEXY NEW DRESS.......AND A HUGE HUG....I have been waiting for this hug for 5 months now....this hug is going to be THE most special hug I will ever remember....Oh I am SSSSOOOO LUCKY!!!
By the way....Trevor bought me an early Christmas present...but I can't blog what it is yet, cuz Trevor's brothers read my blog....and one of them isn't allowed to know until Christmas time...BUT I"M ALMOST AS EXCITED ABOUT IT AS I AM ABOUT TREVOR COMING HOME (not...but ALMOST :D)
Anywho...I'm going to post a tally of Trevor and My life together....ready?
Trevor and I have been "together" for :
In Months: 8
In Weeks: 35
In Days: 245
We have only been in the SAME COUNTRY/CITY as each other for :
In Months: 2 1/2
In Weeks: 11
In Days: 77
In Comparison or in Equations We have "been" together for :
In Months: 2 1/2 OF 8
In Weeks: 11 OF 35
In Days: 77 OF 245
By the way....the 2 1/2 months we were in the same Country/City...they weren't even consecutive....he was home for 1 1/2 months gone for 4 weeks then home for 3 weeks....then gone to the 'Ghan....
Plus we have 1 week left (or 6 days) SO THE GRAND TOTAL WILL BE my friends....
In Months: 2 1/2 OF 8 1/2
In Weeks: 11 OF 36
In Days: 77 of 251
So....that is my blog...Sorry my sexy Kate....I will have to blog about the *cough* um...."Christmas" Present LATER! :D:D:D I will post a pic too!!! And you will have to come over to see it!!! WOOT WOOT!!! or...SCOOT SCOOT!!! *teasing giggle*
Monday, February 26, 2007
Breakdown X 2
SO.....Trevor is now coming home on the 10th.....Therefore.....12 Days until HUGS AND KISSES AND LOVING AND CRYING AND MORE HUGS....
But......Because he is so close to coming home....I have officially become a FRIGGIN NUT CASE! My emotions are WORSE then when he left!! YIKES!!!
So....The last week or so I have been on the verge of tears about every hour at work....but I've managed to "breathe" through the phases....until today....What happens today you ask?
I drove out to my doctor's appointment around 12:30pm....FUCK PARKING.....grrr....anyway that's a whole different story.....but anyway....as I drive back to work around 2ish....I stop at Timmies to pick up my LOVELY coworker an Iced cap :D.....and I roll down my window....FINALLY shut off my music....so I finally her this sort of noise ....WHOCKWHOCKWHOCKWHOCKWHOCK.....so I put it into park.....nothing....then I put it back ino drive.....WHOCKWHOCKWHOCKWHOCK.....fuck....That's not a pretty noise....something "belt" like....but it get's even better....I decide to take it for a drive (with the music off) and I notice then everyonce and a while, when I turn corners, I hear an EVEN MORE SICKENING NOISE.....something along the lines OF BONES BREAKING....SON OF A BITCH! I think my ball bearings are going.....AGH! What's even better....I notice the hood of my car is now steaming...and I look down at my guages...and low and behold....my car is running PAST "WARNING YOUR CAR IS FUCKING HOT" stage.....DAMNIT.....so I park it....walk into work...sit back down at the receptionist desk....call the automotives...get an appointment....call AMA to pick me up and drive me there....then I look over at my boyfriend's picture....reach for the phone to call him to see if he'll pick me up...or just to cry to him....and OH HEY....That's right....I CAN"T.....okay.....this is breakdown number two....and my biggest no no ever.....NEVER EVER LET YOUR COWORKERS SEE YOU CRY,....ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE HAPPY SMILING FACE AT THE FRONT DESK....but damnit...I BAWLED....like a little baby.....I just wish he were home...
I'm not sure any of you reading this will understand....if you do...YAY....if not...that's cool....but When you absolutely CANNOT pick up the phone to ask your guy to bail you out of a "car" situation....or even call just to cry....wow....I'm just so sick of this...and it's SSSOOO close to being over....I'm ECSTATIC....but then something like this just HAS to happen 1 1/2 weeks prior to hi being home....son of a bitch...
What's even worse....I can't afford this now....most likely it's my rad....which is at least 200....plus ball bearings....THOSE COST AN ARM AND A LEG....and hopfully I don't need to fix the core temp in my car....I love my car....it's my baby....my life...I LOVE IT...But I can't afford all that....I'm going to school in the fall....ahh shoot.....what a day....what a day...
But......Because he is so close to coming home....I have officially become a FRIGGIN NUT CASE! My emotions are WORSE then when he left!! YIKES!!!
So....The last week or so I have been on the verge of tears about every hour at work....but I've managed to "breathe" through the phases....until today....What happens today you ask?
I drove out to my doctor's appointment around 12:30pm....FUCK PARKING.....grrr....anyway that's a whole different story.....but anyway....as I drive back to work around 2ish....I stop at Timmies to pick up my LOVELY coworker an Iced cap :D.....and I roll down my window....FINALLY shut off my music....so I finally her this sort of noise ....WHOCKWHOCKWHOCKWHOCKWHOCK.....so I put it into park.....nothing....then I put it back ino drive.....WHOCKWHOCKWHOCKWHOCK.....fuck....That's not a pretty noise....something "belt" like....but it get's even better....I decide to take it for a drive (with the music off) and I notice then everyonce and a while, when I turn corners, I hear an EVEN MORE SICKENING NOISE.....something along the lines OF BONES BREAKING....SON OF A BITCH! I think my ball bearings are going.....AGH! What's even better....I notice the hood of my car is now steaming...and I look down at my guages...and low and behold....my car is running PAST "WARNING YOUR CAR IS FUCKING HOT" stage.....DAMNIT.....so I park it....walk into work...sit back down at the receptionist desk....call the automotives...get an appointment....call AMA to pick me up and drive me there....then I look over at my boyfriend's picture....reach for the phone to call him to see if he'll pick me up...or just to cry to him....and OH HEY....That's right....I CAN"T.....okay.....this is breakdown number two....and my biggest no no ever.....NEVER EVER LET YOUR COWORKERS SEE YOU CRY,....ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE HAPPY SMILING FACE AT THE FRONT DESK....but damnit...I BAWLED....like a little baby.....I just wish he were home...
I'm not sure any of you reading this will understand....if you do...YAY....if not...that's cool....but When you absolutely CANNOT pick up the phone to ask your guy to bail you out of a "car" situation....or even call just to cry....wow....I'm just so sick of this...and it's SSSOOO close to being over....I'm ECSTATIC....but then something like this just HAS to happen 1 1/2 weeks prior to hi being home....son of a bitch...
What's even worse....I can't afford this now....most likely it's my rad....which is at least 200....plus ball bearings....THOSE COST AN ARM AND A LEG....and hopfully I don't need to fix the core temp in my car....I love my car....it's my baby....my life...I LOVE IT...But I can't afford all that....I'm going to school in the fall....ahh shoot.....what a day....what a day...
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Fuck...FUCK....and FUCK IT ALL SOM'MORE!!!!
Okay....Please bear with me....
Trevor signs onto msn at 2am this morning....and what does he tell me?! He'll most likely be coming home on the 10th....around 7am or 7pm....so.....why is this so FUCKED THE FUCK UP?!?!
Well....as some of you know...I teach swimming lessons....have for over 2 years...and LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE doing it :D Man I love those kids...anyway....The pool system is in HUGE FRICKIN DESPERATE need of more instructors....but they need more INSTRUCTOR TRAINERS....so they can train up more instructors....welll this "IT" course costs a couple hundered....so not many people have the certificate....so the pool I work at offered to pay my way if I took the 3 day course....I SAID HELL FUCKING YES! WOOT WOOT!
Get this shit......
The course....is Friday the 9th through Sunday the FUCKING 11th! DAMNIT FUCKING SHIT HOLE FUCK FUCK DAMNIT HELL C(*&&....GAH! Ugh....I'm out of swear words....I'm just so pissed....THIS IS THE SECOND TIME it's happened where I'm out of the city when he comes home from somewhere...LET ALONE A FUCKING THIRD WORLD COUNTRY from 5 months away!
So.....he says...."well, I'll drive out to Spruce Grove and pick you up from your course"....well now 20+ civvies are gunna wonder why the fucking I'm screaming like a girly girl and crying my frickin brains out while I CLING my entire body to a 6'7" man!!
AND....I BOUGHT A BRAND-THE-FUCKING new dress for his home coming...and now he won't see it....he says, "Well, I'll take you out for dinner and you can show it to me!" BUT IT'S NOT THE SAME!!! OH BOO!!! FUCKEHIHOIUEFNHWFLIUHLIUGHWYDQFGUTYFGVCJQHVB GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
So the poor man watched me BAWL my fucking eyes out webcam for like half an hour.... (at 2am in the morning....so he felt like shit...and i felt like shit for making him feel like shit)
So he calls me this morning before work....he had begged his crew commander to let him phone me....just to make sure I had a good day....and to not worry about his home-coming...
So I couldn't have a bad day....because hearing his voice makes everything okay....especially since I hadn't heard his voice for over a week and a half....
But FUCK....and yes I swore a FUCKING lot in this post...but I"M SO FUCKING MAD!!!....
:D Laters
Trevor signs onto msn at 2am this morning....and what does he tell me?! He'll most likely be coming home on the 10th....around 7am or 7pm....so.....why is this so FUCKED THE FUCK UP?!?!
Well....as some of you know...I teach swimming lessons....have for over 2 years...and LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE doing it :D Man I love those kids...anyway....The pool system is in HUGE FRICKIN DESPERATE need of more instructors....but they need more INSTRUCTOR TRAINERS....so they can train up more instructors....welll this "IT" course costs a couple hundered....so not many people have the certificate....so the pool I work at offered to pay my way if I took the 3 day course....I SAID HELL FUCKING YES! WOOT WOOT!
Get this shit......
The course....is Friday the 9th through Sunday the FUCKING 11th! DAMNIT FUCKING SHIT HOLE FUCK FUCK DAMNIT HELL C(*&&....GAH! Ugh....I'm out of swear words....I'm just so pissed....THIS IS THE SECOND TIME it's happened where I'm out of the city when he comes home from somewhere...LET ALONE A FUCKING THIRD WORLD COUNTRY from 5 months away!
So.....he says...."well, I'll drive out to Spruce Grove and pick you up from your course"....well now 20+ civvies are gunna wonder why the fucking I'm screaming like a girly girl and crying my frickin brains out while I CLING my entire body to a 6'7" man!!
AND....I BOUGHT A BRAND-THE-FUCKING new dress for his home coming...and now he won't see it....he says, "Well, I'll take you out for dinner and you can show it to me!" BUT IT'S NOT THE SAME!!! OH BOO!!! FUCKEHIHOIUEFNHWFLIUHLIUGHWYDQFGUTYFGVCJQHVB GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
So the poor man watched me BAWL my fucking eyes out webcam for like half an hour.... (at 2am in the morning....so he felt like shit...and i felt like shit for making him feel like shit)
So he calls me this morning before work....he had begged his crew commander to let him phone me....just to make sure I had a good day....and to not worry about his home-coming...
So I couldn't have a bad day....because hearing his voice makes everything okay....especially since I hadn't heard his voice for over a week and a half....
But FUCK....and yes I swore a FUCKING lot in this post...but I"M SO FUCKING MAD!!!....
:D Laters
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
The Uterus
Ok....so....This is how I would like to start : If I did not UTTERLY and ABSOLUTELY love children to death....I would MOST DEFINITELY have my uterus removed....
Yes I did say it....and no, I am not lying....*mutter*fucking bloating/cramps/bleeding/tampons/pads/tylenol/mood swings*mutter*
Against popular belief, NO I DON'T ENJOY BEING A MOOD SWINGING, BITCHY, PMSING woman :( It is not enjoyable...and no, I do not find pleasure in it. I feel TERRIBLE to see the reprecussions it develops on my beloved man....poor boy :(
But....I would like to post a most RE-OCCURING rant for me (this does not include my current boyfriend :D)....
I am not the type of girl to walk around bitching about my cramps and bloatingness when I'm enduring my monthly....So.....when I am asked by ANYONE....not just you men out there....how I am doing today (during my monthly), I will answer with a straight face that I feel like shit because of my cramps....NO, I DO NOT SAY, "DAMNIT, THE INNER LINING OF MY V-REGION IS BEING TORN FROM IT'S WALLS AND IS POURING OUT OF ME!!" (Which by the way I would love to do one day...)....no no no....I Say, "I'm not feeling so hot, my cramps are pretty rough"....BUT THEN SHIT HITS THE FAN!
WHAT?!?! THE MINUTE I SAY THAT, EVERY man in the room gives me the fucking DEATH STARE and makes me feel inadequate! So this is the point I'm making...
No....I do not SCREAM BLOODY MURDER when my cramps take over and start kneading the inner lining of my uterus into rapid successive waves to remove it's bloody lining....and I don't tell people that that is what is happening....I simply tell them the truth....I hurt...and I don't feel so hot....BUT....for some EFFED up reason, women need to stay all HUSH HUSH on the DL about their monthly...like NO ONE knows it exists!?!?! FOR FUCK SAKES....WE ALL KNOW WHAT IT IS....and that we have it! You wouldn't be alive today if it didn't exist...why the hell can't I say out loud that I am having bad cramps.....PLUS, I ONLY SAY IT WHEN I'M ASKED.....UGH!!!!! Please....give me my sanity and don't expect me to whisper about my fucking WELL KNOWN BIOLOGY problem! BLAH! And if so....don't ask me how I'm doing....There....that's it...
Don't ask me how I'm doing, if you don't want to know :)
(Love you baby....You've always been good about that :) <3)
Yes I did say it....and no, I am not lying....*mutter*fucking bloating/cramps/bleeding/tampons/pads/tylenol/mood swings*mutter*
Against popular belief, NO I DON'T ENJOY BEING A MOOD SWINGING, BITCHY, PMSING woman :( It is not enjoyable...and no, I do not find pleasure in it. I feel TERRIBLE to see the reprecussions it develops on my beloved man....poor boy :(
But....I would like to post a most RE-OCCURING rant for me (this does not include my current boyfriend :D)....
I am not the type of girl to walk around bitching about my cramps and bloatingness when I'm enduring my monthly....So.....when I am asked by ANYONE....not just you men out there....how I am doing today (during my monthly), I will answer with a straight face that I feel like shit because of my cramps....NO, I DO NOT SAY, "DAMNIT, THE INNER LINING OF MY V-REGION IS BEING TORN FROM IT'S WALLS AND IS POURING OUT OF ME!!" (Which by the way I would love to do one day...)....no no no....I Say, "I'm not feeling so hot, my cramps are pretty rough"....BUT THEN SHIT HITS THE FAN!
WHAT?!?! THE MINUTE I SAY THAT, EVERY man in the room gives me the fucking DEATH STARE and makes me feel inadequate! So this is the point I'm making...
No....I do not SCREAM BLOODY MURDER when my cramps take over and start kneading the inner lining of my uterus into rapid successive waves to remove it's bloody lining....and I don't tell people that that is what is happening....I simply tell them the truth....I hurt...and I don't feel so hot....BUT....for some EFFED up reason, women need to stay all HUSH HUSH on the DL about their monthly...like NO ONE knows it exists!?!?! FOR FUCK SAKES....WE ALL KNOW WHAT IT IS....and that we have it! You wouldn't be alive today if it didn't exist...why the hell can't I say out loud that I am having bad cramps.....PLUS, I ONLY SAY IT WHEN I'M ASKED.....UGH!!!!! Please....give me my sanity and don't expect me to whisper about my fucking WELL KNOWN BIOLOGY problem! BLAH! And if so....don't ask me how I'm doing....There....that's it...
Don't ask me how I'm doing, if you don't want to know :)
(Love you baby....You've always been good about that :) <3)
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