For some reason, whenever I tell people I am a morning person, they look at me like I just told them I put peanut butter on my pizza. Oh girl, you nasty.
productivity
curly hair
My hair is natural for the first time after 13 years of relaxing it. I am keenly aware that I’m the only one in my family full of women who wears her hair this way.
abuse
Although the circumstances are very different, I have been feeling exactly like that trapped little girl with blood on her spelling test and fear of the unknowns in her heart.
memory
I was too busy looking at your hair.
lip stain
"You need to step your lip game up!" she said. "Just LOOK at these colors."
assistant
This will be very brief as I'm racing against the clock to get everything done before the new week starts tomorrow and the Super Bowl halftime show starts tonight.
change
Suddenly my hair felt like an offending creature clinging to my head, possibly plotting its descent down my face, where it would cover my nose and mouth and choke the life out of me.
art
I never thought when I became a nanny that I would leave with a much bigger and much more broken heart. Can a four-year-old be your hero?
Rachel_1 in
Relationships,
art,
big lessons,
change,
dancing,
family drama,
girls,
hugs,
jobs,
love,
moving on,
nannying,
sad
Sep 26, 2011 at 2:00pm | 0 comments
