just kidding don’t cry.
that is a line from a kings of convenience song. the part about the sleeping all day is truth bones, but not the thinking of you part. sorry.
i spoke with my big sis asher last night, and i apologized for not having posted in a few days, and i said that i would write one soon, and she said, “well just write one all ready so i can stop punishing you”. i didn’t even know that she had been.
i could truly care less about the royal wedding. sorry y’all. i’m not british. congratulations to the royal fam, but seriously….let’s be real here. it has nothing to do with my world. I understand if you are from england, but all these other peeps making the biggest deal about it? what?
maybe it’s deeply rooted in my issues with marriage and family.
actually i’m positive that is what it is.
so ash got to take a trip home, and i am so jealous bc she got to see the babes. who i just love, and lil benji is just my baby twin.
meaning that he looks exactly like i looked when i was a babe.
the blondest hair (my hair wasn’t exactly blonde in this picture but it was at one point i pinky sawear), and just the cutest.
my favorite part about going to the aquarium for alton’s third birthday was carrying benji around all day, i love that love angel music baby.
also alton thinks mickey is a cat. how cute.
everything they do is cute. i wish that i could have been there to see my mom, and ash, and my brother and his fam! but especially those babes who i only see once in a blue moon because i live not in texas.
someone at work saw this pic and assumed that ash was the mom. and said, how old is she? 24. and she has two kids! and then i explained that just because they both have red hair doesn’t mean ashlee is the mom, and in fact she is not. becky is, and luke is the dad.
i am obsessed with the babes.
this reminds me of the time i was a nanny in nyc for a bit after i did my first camp nursing job. i was 18 years old, and was taking care of a 4 yr old lil girl, and 2 boys 7, and 9. it made me appreciate my mother’s trials of single motherhood. but i love love loved it.
one of my day’s off during camp i went to the city with the mom of the babe’s, another counselor from camp, and the lil girl, we will call her baby l. the other counselor and i took a day trip with baby l and her giant stroller to coney island. it was fun, and the longest day, and we spent so much time on the subway.
baby l had brown hair, and i had brown hair and everyone kept mistaking her for my daughter, and thought that the other counselor was our nanny, or my life partner. neither of which were the case.
at first i didn’t know how to react, or if i should react when people that she was my baby, but after a while i just went along with it.
by the time we got back into the city, the other counselor wanted to go to sephora, i knew there was one in times square, baby l was asleep in her stroller and i didn’t mind manuerving it so we decided to make the trek.
Right before our stop on the subway some lady just asked me out of nowhere, “how old is your child?”
I said, “4″.
“That baby is too old to be in a stroller”
“Don’t you tell me how to raise my kid”.
Then we got off the subway. Perfect. It was my most new york moment in all of new york.
miss being a lil nanny in the big city.
how is it possible that i have looked exactly the same for the past 4 years?!?!?!
i have one more clinical shift of my transition.
you guys, we did it. we made it through nursing school.
i saw we because i chronicled my journey since march of 2010 and some of you have stuck with me through the hard times and the good. i have to celebrate you baby, i have to praise you like i should….jk. y’all fat boy slim ne1. that just happened. went there.
but seriously. it has been so difficult and at multiple times i thought i was going to die, or resort to a life of the night…but hair we are…here we are…on the other side.
there is an internship at the university of utah hospital that i want SO BAD, and it is the most perfect timing, and much more. so please pray that i get all my recommendations in, and that they want me around, and that i could get it. pretty please.
i am working on our sister floor of the unit were i work. i hope it goes well. night on shift on another unit in the hospital sp-oooooooooooo-ky.
love love love everyone.
hollar at mahyeeee.