Boot vs. Bullets

Cervantes Family Portrait
Easter 2014 Edition

I love my sister more for getting me an awesome gift. 
No stringy haired bitch here. 
04.16.2014 | 106 of 365

My Eyes Became a Waterfall…

Tiny droplets of salty water came streaming down my face as soon as I looked down and read that beautiful four letter word. 

"GIRL! !!!!!" 

All while slightly choking on the breakfast bagel my amazing husband rushed around this morning to make for me. I usually fat girl cry when I stuff my face so that was the norm. But this text, it made my day. She’s having a girl. And I wish I still saw her daily so that together we could ugly farrah cry and I can hug the shit out of her and the beautiful human being she’s growing inside of her who she describes as a dinosaur. I like dinosaurs. And I like them. Two baby girls coming this summer that I get to smother to pieces. Two new nieces who’s lives I get to be apart of. God is Great. 

The mission starts to find the most dramatic tutus I can get my grubby little hands on. 

In Jessie Spanos words;

I’m So Excited!


Went to Hobby Lobby and chipped one of my claws…. ON PAPER. 

Hobby Lobby Lunches.
I will buy that entire store one day. I don’t know why I have an obsession over wasting my money. Like this, I was going to purchase this. A menu that would forever remain empty of my handwriting cuz bitch can’t cook. 
Flaw #173
04.15.2014 | 105 of 365

The Claws….

They’re beautiful. Perfect is the best adjective to describe them.
Perfect length.
Perfect Strength.
Perfectly Bubble Bath Polished. 

And this will last about one more day before one cracks and the rest follow suit. Most of my day has consisted of me staring at my claws because I know I only have them perfect for a limited time. I really need to get my ass up and go get gel placed over them.
Ugh Too many steps. 

When He’s Good.
I’m always on guard just in case the bad comes back. He was so good he let me cut his hair for an hour. He’s awesome when he’s good.
Still though, I stay on guard. 
04.14.2014 | 104 of 365

My body is one big mangled bruise….

it feels great. I stepped out of my comfort zone last night. Something I have had problems doing for while. Change, it’s too much sometimes. I tend to stick to routine. Day in, day out. There is nothing wrong with it until it starts to suffocate you. I needed something else. Anything. Something to change. All it took was something little like this to make me feel good. To put a smile on my self esteem. It did. I sit here feeling sore, bruised, in pain, and it’s perfect. It makes me feel accomplished. Yes, something so simple. It was a breath of fresh air. Something the inner me needs. 

One goal met.

My Mother.
She likes to give me subtle hints that I need to smell better.
Birthday present score. I loves it. Maybe I’ll start to wear deodorant too. Think of the possibilities. 
04.13.2014 | 103 of 365

Saturday Nights with my Favorite Person in this World.
Finally nice enough to hang out on our porch again to drink our beers in the awesome late night breeze with the person I want to spend every minute of my day with. (stage 5 clinger) He likes it. I like him. I love this.
04.12.2014 | 102 of 365

The BestieBitch Lunch Date.
Red Lobster Droooools. Yes we asked for another basket of biscuits before we left. And yes we took all said biscuits home with us. I’m sure Beni was embarrassed by us, hence the “I’m not here, leave me alone” look. 
04.11.2014 | 101 of 365

And on the 100th Day of the Year.
My Day.
Hubba picked some awesome candles out. Thank you for not putting all 28 on there. I wouldn’t want to burn down the house. 
04.10.2014 | 100 of 365