livemayerlove:

Hey everyone… posts for his birthday have a dedicated Tumblr of which the link will be posted on Saturday. Just tag your posts HBJM if you’d like to be a part of the compilation and please pass the tag along to anyone who might be interested.

Thank you and much love~

Angelique

I suppose I shall reblog this.

(via jmmagroup)

At the beginning of summer I made a horrible decision to bleach my hair. As the roots came in I realized why I stopped doing that so long ago. Too much upkeep and I just don’t make a very good blonde.
Tonight I came home with some hair color. I talked to the kids about it like I always do when I make such a drastic change, so that they don’t get freaked out. My boys were so happy that mommy decided to go back to brown hair. Honestly I was just as excited, if not more, than they were. They kept coming into my bathroom to check on my progress. So when I was all finished rinsing and towel drying, I went into the living room and said “Mommy’s back”. They all cheered and their faces just lit right up. Of course they had to come hug me and tell me they love me and how beautiful they think I am. That gets me every time I swear.
I went back into the bathroom to straighten my hair and my youngest comes in. Talking up a storm as usual. He says that he is happy that mommy is back because that means I am not Miss Crystal anymore. I told him that mommy was always here and I will always be his mommy, but the little boy I babysit will still call me Miss Crystal because he has his own mommy. He was quite pleased with my explanation. Then my oldest comes in and says he needs to touch my hair. I could tell he was just itching to do so. So of course I let him. He was impressed with how soft it is. Then comes in the middle child. Peeking around the corner, he just giggles and shows me that beautiful smile he’s got. Tells me he loves me and he’s happy I went back to brown.
I will never bleach my hair again. Cross my heart! I love my babies. I can always count on them to tell me I’m beautiful and know they are being truthful about it.

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jhnmyr:

I wish that when I was younger I could have met my current self. We would have sat down at a coffee shop so that I could explain life to young me in terms that only we would understand. It would have saved me a lot of hardship.

You can listen to all the sage wisdom you want, but things only make sense when you can explain them to yourself in your own words. For instance, I’ve been told for three years that Breaking Bad is the best show on television, but only after I watched it was I able to tell myself exactly why everyone was right. Other truths I know now that I can explain them: that I’m not missing any crucial information and that poker really isn’t all that fun; that heartbreaks do fade but they take about a year longer than you expect and by the time they do you really don’t care about it enough to notice; and above all else, life is simpler than you think.

I used to think that life was an intricate series of levers and pulleys, buttons and switches, Mexican standoffs and hostage negotiations. As I get older I realize that life is more Netherlands minimalist than Jackson Pollock. The problems don’t get fewer, and in fact they grow in number, but the way I index them in the database is different. More problems get filed under fewer category headers.

Things are getting simpler, and it’s making life better. Here’s the cheat sheet:

People want to be liked. We all crave attention and affection and we all reject shame. When we get embarrassed we send a thug version of ourselves to the forefront to do our fighting for us. We’re at the top of the food chain just under fear.  We don’t want to be in a relationship to hear the words “I love you,” we want to be in a relationship to say the words “I love you.” We want to feel needed, and exceptional and we hate feeling insignificant. We want to ace a hearing test. We are binary creatures; if we’re the plaintiff, we want to win every dollar. If we’re the defendant, we want guard every penny. We want to make more money than last year. We don’t want to get cancer or die in our cars and we want the same for our loved ones. We go out on weekends to try and have sex while trying not to get punched in the face. We drink so we can be ourselves and not mind it so much. We’re desperate to be understood. We want to know someone else has felt it, too. We hate being judged unfairly. We want to make the person we heard wasn’t all that into us change their minds and admit they had us wrong. We want sunny skies with a chance of killer tornadoes, just to keep music sounding good. We take hours upon hours to admit to self consciousness. We don’t know exactly how to pleasure each other. We just want love. In any and every form.

See? It’s simple. :)

My oldest son woke me up around 6am, said he threw up on his pillow. Took care of the mess, took care of him, put him back to sleep on the couch. Went back to bed and woke up precisely at 9am. Got the kids some watermelon to eat since that was the only edible thing in the house. Sent my hubby to the post office to see if our EBT card (food stamps) had arrived yet. That was supposedly sent out on Tuesday according to the actual person I finally go to speak to after being on hold for an HOUR. It was not there again. I’ve been checking for it every day since Thursday. With the little bit of cash he had he bought our kids some cereal and milk. I talked to our wonderful friends and neighbors who gave me $50 to go get food to last til Tuesday, when hopefully *fingers crossed* our card will probably show up. Sent hubby to go get groceries from a store that was packed full of people getting last minute Fourth of July items. I stayed home and took care of pukey boy and our other two. We thanked our friends and also helped out a tad by giving them new wiper blades for their truck because we had some to spare. It was the least we could do until we can pay them back. I let the little one play outside with the neighbor girls, after I made something to eat for everyone, and the middle child runs out saying that his brother puked all over the computer. Yes he vomited right on the keyboard of my laptop instead of his trusty bucket. I went inside to clean him and the computer up. Took off all the buttons, almost vomiting from the grossness and smell. Cleaned. All up with q tips and cloths. Put it all back together buttons all in their correct place and the computer will not turn on. I fiddled with it and took o a panel under the power button, replaced the panel and YAY, it turned back on! Went outside to chill a bit and my neighbor comes over asking to use the computer to get directions. Of course I’m gonna let her. But guess what?! The laptop has not only turned itself off, but has not turned back on since. I got her directions off my blackberry and was glad to help. Went back outside to chill a a bit more and my middle child opens the door and let the dog run out of the house. I had to go chase him down through a trailer park, leash in hand while trying to talk to my sister on the phone. I got the dog back in the house and wrote this blog.