You Will Probably Only Give my Blog a Thumbs Up If You Like Reading About:

• My dog, Ruby
• My family— mostly Mysister and her cutie cutie family; and my cousin MM
• My Boo— I’m a 28-year-old lady in love; if you don’t like this, you will not like reading my blog
• My friends!  Love them!
• Birds
• Really cute things I would like to purchase— usually, boots, housewares, and anything from Anthropologie
• Occasional commentary on world events and/or television events
• My amazing job
• Photos of random things I see when I’m out and about

If you do not like any of these things, you will probably keep those thumbs to yourself.  Just a head’s up, my loves.

For my Boo.  Glad we aren’t doing the normal V-day thing, but I wanted to post something you’d appreciate.

emilyinternet:

peterwknox:

krankmills:

(via kevin:rhapsodyinj:abcthatsme)

LOST is love.

This is the Bachelor.  Jake.  His name is Jake.

I just watched The Bachelor for the first time ever last night.  THE FIRST. TIME. EVER.

I had no idea this guy was 1.) so hot, and 2.) so freakin’ hot.

This is my take on the Bachelor thus far, after watching one episode ever.

• Those girls are not real.  There’s just no way.
• Ali was/is my favorite.  I only saw each girl for about 15 minutes, but she’s the best.  Hands down.
• The dancer chica is my second favorite.  But I don’t like that she kept talking to Jake about her ex-husband.  I understand that ex-people are a major part of one’s life.  But I just didn’t like hearing about him so much when she’s trying to get hitched to Jake.
• Vienna or whatever her name is needs to go back into the hole from which she came.  She can take with her her daddy and her princess crown.  She cannot take any friends, because it appears she has none.
• The Bachelor makes me catty and mean.

Anonymous asked: Hi, I recently saw your tattoo at http://sinmusicanoquierovivir.tumblr.com/post/298896403/fuckyeahtattoos-a-submission-from-lindsay-she . I was just wondering if someone already told you that "inshallah" is no Spanish word at all.

Dear Anonymous,

Thanks for checking in!

You are both right and wrong.  :)

“Inshallah” is in fact a Spanish version of the Arabic word “Insha’Allah”— which is a word of hope for events in the future.  It literally translates to mean “God willing” or “if it is God’s will,” but it is not really viewed as a religious term by many.

In the Spanish language, a more appropriate word for the feeling of “inshallah” might be “ojala” — which means “how I hope” something happens, or “I hope it is God’s will that this happens” in the future.  Some people say ojala.  Some people say inshallah.

Before having this tattooed on my body for all of eternity, I consulted many articles, a university Spanish professor, and multiple friends.

From everything I know, it’s “legit”.  However, if it isn’t entirely right, oh well!  It’s mine, on my body, for me… and most of the time, nobody else sees it.  It’s hidden.  And it keeps me grounded in many situations.

Thanks for your feedback.

Do you have any tattoos?

sarahspelledwithanh asked: My dear Apple,
Where have you gone? While I do love your texts such as "doobie doobie do" & "hootie hootie hoo", I don't feel like this is enough to sustain me. I need to know what is going on in your life on a daily basis. Yes, you do have an important big girl job that trumps Tumblr, but for my sake......let me know what is going on in your fabulous life!
Hollis

My dear Lil Hollis!  I am so glad you have enjoyed my text messages!  I konw they have been crazy and sent at odd hours of the day/night/morning.  I have been awake at really odd times for the past week and a half, as my body is treating me like a big ol’ punk.  Which leads me to… that is why I have also been so MIA!  Big Daddy Crohn’s Disease is wreacking havoc on me right now.  BUT NEVER FEAR!  I AM FIGHTING BACK!  I feel so good today that I actually painted my toes!  I painted them a sassy hot pinkish color… to prep for some more hospital visits… because who can be anything other than delightfully happy with hot pink toes????

My big girl, important job has been somewhat put on the back burner for the past week and a half.  I did some donor visits last week, and some paperwork intermittently, but I’ve been a shadow of my former self.  So, don’t worry!  It isn’t even my work that’s keeping me in hiding!  :)

I have really enjoyed your Sass-a-frass posts today.  You’re on a roll and I love it!

Charleston rendezvous soon?  Hmmmm?

This, my dears, is Mysister and her husband.  Did you know this photo was taken just a MONTH after the birth of their second daughter, Ella?  Did you know they also have a three-year-old too?  Yeah.  They do.  I’d say they are pretty dapper folks … wouldn’t you?

They were married in September 2001.

More than 8 years and two kids later, they’re still so freaking cute.

Just on bed-rest. Practically.

I promise to return to you in full force soon, Tumblrs, but I’ve been a sick, sick girl.

So I’m sorry for a lack of posting. But never fear! I’ll be back! Just two more scheduled hospital visits and I should be back to being “me!”

Expect more regular postings beginning next week!

In Which My Cousin and I Discuss the 30 Day Shred DVD She Just Started

We started off talking about soreness. My Lil Sas rocked it out last night to Jillian for the first time. She said she is sore in her push-up muscles today. Cutie patooty.

Then we started talking about weight. Le sigh.

Let it be known that I am very aware we are both very blessed ladies. I think MM is absolutely, stunningly gorgeous. At this weight or her high school weight. She’s a real peach.

And for me? I don’t think I’m a supermodel. But I’m pretty cute, I think, when I fix my hair and put in a little effort. I’m happy about that, as a good self image is so hard to come by these days.

But for right now, I am so very much less than thrilled about my current physical state.

The reality of a demanding job. A developing thyroid condition. My battle with an autoimmune disease.

I have put on some weight.

It’s hard to grasp. I wore a size zero when I was 24 years old. I am almost 5’7” tall. A size zero on my frame is a little nutzo. But that was my body for a long time.

That is not my body now.

I am 28 years old.

And my health is no joking matter.

So here’s to a lovely lady who called me a runt via text message.

Here’s to a year of getting back to a very healthy place.

Here’s to 2010, Jillian Michaels, good doctors, supportive loved ones … and health. Here’s to health, you guys.

sarahspelledwithanh:

oh man, does this irk me….

I admit.

I watch the Bachelor.

It sucks me in & I just eat it up.

This girl, however, annoys the shit out of me.

I get it.

You love your Dad.

I also love my Dad.

He called me his Princess……..when I was in elementary school.

I do not, however, define myself solely as being a Daddy’s girl.

Or run around telling people that he buys me new cars when I total the old one.

If he EVER told the man that I hope to marry,

“I expect you to treat her like a Princess”

I. WOULD. BE. MORTIFIED.

You are 23!  Get a grip & a big girl life!

Here’s the big irk…..

PLEASE would you & your Mom stop justifying everyone’s dislike of you with jealousy.

I have always hated this.

Yes, in some cases girls do manifest jealousy into dislike.

But, at some point you may need to check yourself

& realize that maybe your Stage 5 clinger/Ex-Hooter waitress/spoiled/nonindependent self

just might rub other girls the wrong way…..

I feel better now.

graceinplace:

Port-au-Prince, Haiti (CNN) — A man pulled alive from the rubble of a building in Haiti’s capital Monday may have been trapped since the January 12 quake that leveled much of the city, doctors reported.

The 28-year-old man, identified as Evan Muncie, was found in the wreckage of a market where he sold rice, his family told staff at a University of Miami field hospital. He suffered from extreme dehydration and malnutrition, but did not appear to have significant crushing injuries, the doctors said.

“He was emaciated. He hadn’t had anything in quite some time. He had open wounds that were festering on both of his feet,” said Dr. Mike Connelly, of the university’s Project Medishare.

The people who brought him to the hospital said they found the man while digging out the marketplace, Connelly said. The man told doctors that someone was bringing him water while he was trapped, but doctors told CNN that he sounded confused and at times appeared to believe he was still under the rubble. Connelly said the man must have had some water during the past month to have survived, but Connelly wasn’t sure how he would have had access to it.

“Initially, I’m sure he had his senses with him, so maybe he was able to find some kind of resources,” Connelly told CNN.

The discovery came nearly a month after the magnitude-7.0 earthquake that devastated Port-au-Prince on January 12. More than 200,000 deaths have been blamed on the quake.

Haiti’s government declared search-and-rescue efforts over on January 23, but survivors still were being unearthed as late as January 27.