🐾 on my ❤️.
I took my Shaina-girl for her very own mile-walk tonight, meaning sans annoying siblings. I let her run through the park. She is stoked on Mama right now. I love my old girl so much.
…and if you asked me what she’s doing, I’d look up her time zone, and say, “Something epic.” I might get defensive if you asked about her fame. I don’t want you to like her strictly for that. She’s really smart, funny, shy, humble, and silly. I want you to know that.
If you asked me when we talked, I’d say, “Not nearly enough.” This is my fault for being terrible with Voxers, letters, and sending her things I’ve had in my purse for her since May.
If you asked about the wedding I’d tell to she was there. She traveled from SoCal to Thailand, put filming on a break to be there. She flew, she was in the wedding, she did the dance. She was her.
If you asked if I missed her, I’d give you a look that said “No shit.” I’d also tell you that she is so a part of me, of us, that when she comes back it’s as if she never left.
@tayastarling, love you BooP33n.
…and then there was the page in the story book where we owned part of a restaurant in Hermosa Beach. Yes, after 2.5 years and lots of blood sweat and tears from Troy Doram, with support for Monica, Mike Santomieri, and other amazing stakeholders, Greenbelt is open for business! The crew is still working on it, but the basics are all there, and the food is fking phenomenal.
Here’s a pic of my oldest BFF and God sis and her fiancé trying the food for the first time.
Hermosa Beach. Love and Hate. The part, however, is part is my heart. My mama and daddy had a part in this, and we are forever grateful to them. I am so proud of us! @teeroy0780 @monicadoram @mattyshoots @sb_mermaid
Car visitor. It appeared out of what seemed like nowhere. Buddha was in the car, and he stared at it but didn’t try to eat it. I wonder where it came from?
Even though Memaw doesn’t use Instagram, I’d like to wish her a happy birthday here. A couple things about Memaw: she is my husband’s grandmother, but has treated me like her own since he and I became serious. She is the kind of grandma I always wanted: independent, but loves coming over, tells it like it is, sweet, loves animals, selfless, and really funny. I love her. I love our conversations, especially about books she’s read.
Today is new birthday, and as many of you know, she’s spending it in the hospital after having a stroke on Friday. I am so optimistic for her, though. I know she understands what we are saying because she nods in response, and it’s just obvious from her eyes. She still looks beautiful, and she has lots of love and support.
Memaw, we absolutely adore you. Once you’re feeling a bit better, I will show you this post. Happy Birthday!
I don’t know who to blame for this article: the painfully inexperienced writer who leveraged biased studies for “proof”, or TIME for allowing this. I remember when I was writing argumentative papers as an undergrad and was called out for using bullshit sources and writing like shit.
You guys all know that I own Pitbulls. They’re a lot of work to train, just like any other dog. Do your work, and your dog won’t be a jerk. I read this article today, btw, while watching my seven-month old Pittie mix let a two-year-old “walk” him, and played with a dozen children.