This little kid wants to play with his dad. He’s trying to get his dad’s attention, but his dad is an accountant and it trying to get rid of his son so he can continue working. So he gives the boy a ripped up map of the world and tells his son to come back in an hour when the map is put back together. The boy comes back in 2 minuets with the whole map put together. The father says, “son, that’s impossible, how did you do that?” The boy says, “Dad, on the back of the map of the world is a picture of a man, I just put the man back together and the whole world fell into place."
Dexter is having none of your shit. And as you can see, my Warrior Baby is doing just fine. Instead of draining the abscess they have us antibiotics to give him everyday for two weeks. He finished his coarse last week and is doing wonderful!
My manager and me were taking during closing last night and we were taking about guys in the program ( she’s in recovery too) and she asked what my drug of choice was. Which I haven’t really thought of for a while, ya know? I’m an addict, period. I’m not an opiate addict. Or a coke addict. But just an addict. So I kind of stumbled for what to say. Then I told her, “I did meth and smoked pot,” how weird those words were to leave my mouth. I haven’t said it in so long.
She was putting money in the safe and she looked up and told me that she was going to pray for me every night and that I have a lot of determination to have left those things and started anew.
I NEVER. I mean never thought of it that way. I had determination to stop using. I’ve heard the stock “you’re a miracle” but no one has put it in terms like that to me that I had determination to turn things around.
This is kind of big for me because jus a couple days ago I was feeling like a complete failure and that I should just relapse because this shit isn’t working out for me. Ya know, I think I’m gonna stay a little longer.
They play in the snow. Like right now in Lambeau Field against the Tigers. It’s fucking snowing and they aren’t stopping the game. Why? Because they train too fucking hard to do that. My bb Clay Matthews is out with a hamstring injury, but he’d be out there like the fierce beast that he is even in a blizzard.
And on an unrelated football note. Can I just express how disappointed at last night’s fights I am? No one won who I wanted to. Especially not Diaz. Henderson is a force for sure, I loved him when he was in the WEC and I love him still now. But I’ve been a Diaz fan for longer. Nick lost his last fight very ungracefully, so I’m proud that Nate was polite and had a good attitude last night. I think Nate could move up to welter too. I was thinking about that last night and I think he could be even better at a higher weight class.
And poor BJ. I don’t have anything against McDonald as a fighter, I think he’s brilliant and has some spot on footwork, but his cocky attitude really turns me off. He was fighting against a fucking legend. He won that fight fare, though. BJ needs to stay at a lower weight for sure. He’s just not as strong any higher.
I asked my boyfriend for Nate Diaz’s walkout hoodie from Metal Mulisha for Christmas, I hope I’ll have that under our tree!
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Name: Sarah-Paloma, y’all can call me Sarah!
Current time & date: 6:53PM 01/01/15
Average hours of sleep: Depends on how late I stay up and early I need to get up for work.
Last thing I googled: How old Gwen Stefani is to prove my mom wrong, eh heh
Nickname(s): Sarita, Sarita Palomita, Lita, Smarties
Birthday: November 10th, 1990
Gender: Cis female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosmexual
Favorite color: Red. Mostly Ox blood, or deep purples
One place that makes me happy: Work…
How many blankets I sleep under: 2, sometimes three cuz it’s freezing in the Bay
Favorite movie: Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back
Last book I read: This is How You Lose Her by Junot Diaz
Dream Job: Working with abused dogs. Whether it be behavior or rescue, I wanna give the forgotten a second chance.
Any of y’all feel free to do this too! This takes me back to the MySpace days!
Isn’t my ex the sweetest motherfucker ever? God. Why did I leave you? Why? I kick myself everyday for having moved out and breaking up with you. What I wouldn’t give to go back to the life we had together. This is my life’s biggest regret. How will I ever go on?
Please note the sarcasm. Because it is abundant in me today.
It’s like no big deal if someone thinks I’m ugly or whatever, but when some fuck that’s known me for damn well over three years insults my intelligence. I get a little froggy. And by froggy I mean fucking pissed. This guy. I swear.
If everyone could please send positive vibes, good thoughts, pray, do a happy dance for my kitty Dexter. He has spinal damage from getting (what we think is) getting hit by a car. His front left paw is lame and therefore he is dragging it, which I can’t imagine to be very pleasent for him. He’s the sweetest cat ever. We rescued him from the Orange County Shelter in 1998 and he’s been by my side since I was 7. He means so much to my family and me. He’s already lost his kitty mama and little kitty sister. Please pray that my little man gets out of his 24 hour observations safe and sound. He’ll have a semi-lenghy recovery, but we are more then happy to do it.
Thank you everybody who keeps him in their prayers.