smaller-n-smaller:

Someone come marry my cousin.

Nice. Great with kids. 30.

He’s cleaned up his act a lot. He’s pretty lonely (especially since his dad just died.).

Do it. I just want him to be happy.

Reblogging. For reasons.

Wednesday Apr 2 @ 07:36pm

Someone come marry my cousin.

Nice. Great with kids. 30.

He’s cleaned up his act a lot. He’s pretty lonely (especially since his dad just died.).

Do it. I just want him to be happy.

Friday Mar 28 @ 08:47pm

Oh yeah. And this happened somehow….

Wednesday Mar 26 @ 11:42am

It’s short!!!

Wednesday Mar 26 @ 11:41am
Also. Say goodbye to the hair. It’s gonna be substantially shorter by Friday noon. 

Yes. It’s nearly at my butt, which is quite the accomplishment being 5’10”. But it’s heavy and doesn’t stay up and I have a rambunctious hair puller. 

So.

Also. Say goodbye to the hair. It’s gonna be substantially shorter by Friday noon.

Yes. It’s nearly at my butt, which is quite the accomplishment being 5’10”. But it’s heavy and doesn’t stay up and I have a rambunctious hair puller.

So.

Wednesday Mar 19 @ 07:45pm

Laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe.

Wednesday Mar 19 @ 07:45pm
RIP Tìo Thursday Mar 6 @ 08:17pm
They didn’t take him off life support last week. They said they’d wait a week to see if things got better or worse. 

Well. 

They got worse. He’ll be gone by Friday afternoon.

He’s 60. I always just imagined him working the piñata at Theo’s parties. And rolling him burritos. And carrying him around like he’s done with all the other babies in the family, despite Theo’s gigantorness. And his laugh. He had the best laugh and I always assumed it’d be there in the not to distant future at the next family thing. 

I’ll miss him calling me mija. He’d have called Theo mijo. 

I don’t know what I’ll say to my little cousins when I see them at the funeral (probably on Monday.). They loved their tata so so much. 

I’m so sad.

gofundme

They didn’t take him off life support last week. They said they’d wait a week to see if things got better or worse.

Well.

They got worse. He’ll be gone by Friday afternoon.

He’s 60. I always just imagined him working the piñata at Theo’s parties. And rolling him burritos. And carrying him around like he’s done with all the other babies in the family, despite Theo’s gigantorness. And his laugh. He had the best laugh and I always assumed it’d be there in the not to distant future at the next family thing.

I’ll miss him calling me mija. He’d have called Theo mijo.

I don’t know what I’ll say to my little cousins when I see them at the funeral (probably on Monday.). They loved their tata so so much.

I’m so sad.

gofundme Wednesday Mar 5 @ 07:23pm
My uncle

Will most likely be pulled off life support today or tomorrow.

He will not survive.

If you see it in your heart to help his 5 children juggle his finances that would be a blessing. http://www.gofundme.com/70bm98

He never held Theo. I’m barely coping.

Friday Feb 28 @ 03:31pm

almostgreenmommy:

I don’t talk a lot about Pete on here or really say our story or anything like that.

But I just got the urge.

I’ve known Pete since I was 19. We met on match.com, mainly because I wasn’t paying attention to location. Only height. We were such kids.

The original thing that attracted me to him was his height. Me being 5’10” made me self conscious constantly and him being 6’6” was comforting. I didn’t feel like a giant.

Then I heard him talk. Hubba hubba. It was like this amazing mix of Scottish and English accent, and deep. It sent chills right up my spine (since moving out here his accent has calmed down considerably—unless he’s mad and then hellllo Scottish accent). I love talking to him. It’s soothing. Especially since 90% of our dating life was spent solely talking, it’s our safe place. Comforting.

The third thing was his luck. I don’t know if I’ve ever met anyone as lucky as Pete. Passport issues, resolved the day before he’s suppose to leave. Told there might be immigration issues, sails through no problem. Any job he’s ever applied for, he’s gotten. Lost his cat card, found & returned to him. I could go on and on. And I don’t want to jinx anything *knocks on wood* but other than a couple of bullshit things his mother has done, the luck like radiates. I’ve had, well, not bad luck. But not great luck either. So it also drew me to him.

He’s been with me and stuck by my side when 99.99% of men wouldn’t. Weight grain, depression, tough pregnancy. Always there. Always my rock, my strength.

His name is very fitting. Peter: rock.

Well there you have it.

In a nutshell. 7+ years. 5000 miles. One baby boy. True love.

I’ve gotten some questions about Pete. So.

Here….

Tuesday Feb 25 @ 11:57am

He turns 6 months old tomorrow.

Monday Feb 24 @ 07:51pm
Financial Help for Gilbert while in ICU

I just wanted to thank everyone and anyone who has donated. It says anonymous on most of them, but I just have a feeling some of my loving fitblrs are behind that grey face (being kind!).

It’s been an exhausting 7 weeks with no end in sight.

We thought he was done for good on Sunday, but he started to get better. Still sedated and in critical condition, but better from being on the precept of death. All this brings up a lot of feels about my aunts death too. Bah

Monday Feb 24 @ 07:41pm
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