I counted the journals I have in bins in my basement.
103. Plus two piles of loose leaf paper. One pile is 7 inches and one is 6.
Here are some pics.
Kinda ridiculous isn’t it?
I know I have said this before (about 10 times) but I’m going to read them and get rid of them.
I’ve read two so far. I’m going to shread them as I read them. I didn’t dump the shreading into a garbage bag before my husband starting shreading stuff so I could show you where im starting shreading.
Here’s two pics of two empty notebooks.
I think I can do it this time. I know why I’ve been keeping them which I will share with you at a later date.
I love to chase him around the house as I try to grab the stuffy hanging out of his mouth.
I love to play in the snow with him in the backyard. I run around like a nut as he chases me. I laugh and giggle and play some more.
I love it when I come home and he’s so happy to see me. Whining and jumping all over my over my legs while he waits for me take off my jacket and sit down so he can lick my face off. I giggle and kiss him back.
I love to pull on his rope pull toy and watch him growl and bounce around as he tries to hang on to it
I’m not an adult when I play with him. I let that seven year old girl out who is as excited to play with her dog and her dog is excited to play with her.
The girl who doesn’t care how she looks or how she sounds. She isn’t afraid to show her dog how she feels. She cuddles him. Talks to him. Sings him songs
I do sing to him. One one my favorite songs was when I was little was How much is that doggie in the window. This is one if the songs I sing to him. I changed the words a little
On his birthday I sung happy birthday as I rocked him and kissed his soft brown fur.
I love my baby.
I walk around with him and hold him like a baby. Sometimes I rock him as I sing to him.
I know with him I can be my total self. He’s not going too laugh or say mean things
I think my seven year old inner girl is healing. She knows she is loved completely every day she sees that tail wagging.
When my husband and I were in Vegas last month with my niece and she wanted a tattoo.
A long time ago my husband suggested we get tattoos on our wedding ring fingers. A couple of my in laws have them, but I didn’t like the design they had. Just a plain ring design with their initial in the middle.
Did I mention it’s sooooooo permanent….
I didnt like it so I told my husband I didn’t want to do it. He was a little disappointed to say the least but I didnt want something that I thought was ugly on my finger.
I never ever thought that I would be thinking about getting a tattoo there.
I was thinking about getting wedding ring tattoos awhile before we went to Vegas. I did a little research and I had a picture of what I wanted.
My husband had no clue.
While my niece was looking around Counts Tattoo Company, I suggested to my husband that we get tattoos. He smiled and started looking on his phone for tattoos.
He picked out a design and I loved it.
The next day we were getting tattoos.
The tattoo is a S and T.
He has a C and T on his finger
I love it!!
It turned out a lot better then what I thought.
And for the people who are asking what will you do if you get divorced?