So I am currently house sitting for my parents. Still a little perturbed everyone is out of town at the same time but its okay. Parents are in VA with Shirl and Fitz, Lou is in the Bahamas with her fiance, LJ is in L.A. with the current flavor of the month and Jr. went off to start his last year of college. Leaving me with this house, two Chihuahuas and a tank of fish. I have been re-watching Kdramas (which J. hates so its good he’s not here ) and watching YouTube hair videos.
Check out my new fancy Nefertiti wrap.
Becks shower. I wear flats and everyone else decides to go with the highest heels they got. I see you ladies. I’ll step my game up for the bachelorette party. :)
Another day I’m proud to be a Bison.
It’s been a rough couple of days out there, but I can still appreciate the good stuff and one of them is my 2 year anniversary. \(^_^)/
Two years of smiles, laughter, good meals and real talks but also two years worth of eyerolls, loud silences, saying”I’m not mad” and saying “I’m sorry “.
Sometimes when I’m thinking about the beginning it seems like a really long time but then when I think about the future I realize I’ve owned electronics longer than I’ve known this man (Shoutout to my old school iPod that’s still kicking).
I figure thats healthy. I am not sure what the future holds, life’s full of turns and hiccups but for now I’ll celebrate.
L & J
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! (via callsignv5)
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.