Gomez (In center field) faceplants trying to back up a play.
Don’t worry, nobody saw.
Minaj, that is, please stop dressing like Bird Bird on Acid. You are such a pretty young lady, let your talent speak for itself. Thanks love! Now STOP IT.
Again I get a call. Gee. Head games much?
My head is messed up… Whenever I think of something that I’m worried about, I stress about it so much and I get really anxious. What the hell!
This afternoon I took the boys to my parents for 2 days. They are spending the weekend in Green Bay and going to Packers open practice, then the Hall of Fame tour. I know this is very exciting for them, but extremely heart breaking for me. I talked to Brayden before bed and he said “Mom, I really miss you and I love you. Tell Dad I really miss him too.” I broke. Like a big ole crybaby, I bawled. Now mind you, I saved it for *AFTER* I hung up the phone, but it was so sad. The other 2 boys are fine, having a blast, and can’t wait for their big day tomorrow. Me? I just can’t wait for them to get home.
“The strength of a woman is not measured by the impact that all her hardships in life have had on her; but the strength of a woman is measured by the extent of her refusal to allow those hardships to dictate her and who she becomes.”
― C. JoyBell C.