Eight years ago, I rolled over, or technically lifted my chin off his chest, looked at Josh, and said “So, are we dating?”. He mumbled “I guess so,” and kissed me. From that point on, we’ve been together.
In May of 2001, I met him. I don’t know the exact date. I drooled, and requested a transfer to Garden Center, just to be near him. No guy has ever made me feel like that.
In July of 2001, Josh and I were talking online, along with at work. He was talking about going to Islands of Adventure with his friend Amilcar and Amilcar’s girlfriend. I basically invited myself, :lol:. He’d had another girl in mind, but she had to work. :w00t: for me.
We messed around a little but nothing went anywhere *cough*
We continued to hang out from then on.
Continue reading 8 Years Ago
I’ve come to accept certain things about myself:
:yes: I’ll never fit into a Size 5 pair of jeans. Hips just won’t allow that.
:yes: I doubt I’ll see the lower end of 120 lbs, unless I go insane with working out and NOT convert any fat to muscle
:yes: I don’t need to look for the best diet pills, just to lose a couple pounds
:yes: Josh loves my curves, all of them.
:yes: My kids don’t care what I look like, as long as I love them.
Go me! Now, to get back on that work-out schedule, anyway,
I was talking to Kori on Twitter about wedding plans. We want to get married on a beach. We want that so badly. Like badly enough that I’m looking at condos in Destin FL, just to see how much we’d have to spend to be able to squeeze most everyone in one area for cheap.
I want my beach wedding. Today brings it all home how much I want it.
Well, at least I have my knight in shining armor