~Unremarkable Bumps Along The Way ~

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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.

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.

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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. :)

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. :)

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lapitiedangereuse:

"He was too old for me, he’d had three wives, he drank, he was an actor and he was goyim," Bacall wrote in her autobiography of her prime passion.  All that meant nothing to the slinky 19-year-old model who met the 44-year-old star while filming To Have and Have Not.  They wed in 1945 (Bogie coolly muttered "hello, baby" at the end of the ceremony), and the two embarked on several delirious years running late with the Hollywood Rat Pack, saving time for two children.  "Bogie and I were ridiculous, holding hands like teenagers….we mooned and swooned, we really loved," Bacall has said.  The honeymoon ended in January 1957 when Bogart died of cancer.  Wrote Bacall: "No one has written a romance better than we lived it." 

lapitiedangereuse:

"He was too old for me, he’d had three wives, he drank, he was an actor and he was goyim," Bacall wrote in her autobiography of her prime passion.  All that meant nothing to the slinky 19-year-old model who met the 44-year-old star while filming To Have and Have Not.  They wed in 1945 (Bogie coolly muttered "hello, baby" at the end of the ceremony), and the two embarked on several delirious years running late with the Hollywood Rat Pack, saving time for two children.  "Bogie and I were ridiculous, holding hands like teenagers….we mooned and swooned, we really loved," Bacall has said.  The honeymoon ended in January 1957 when Bogart died of cancer.  Wrote Bacall: "No one has written a romance better than we lived it." 

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Morning,

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
8.12.2012

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My Captain my captain

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!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

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