I am the real thing...looking for adventure, fun in life and travel( as I already do in my free time ) I have a job !
so no need of unemployed or alcoholics or for that fact scammers I expect to be treated like the wom.. My sign is Scorpio, which is known for being independent, sensitive and very very passionate and also very much trusting.
Just as the last birthday before you leave for college is the GET OUT birthday, the birthday before you move into your first apartment is a similar—and yet unique—extravaganza.
Now he’s 18, and in addition to the usual suspects (homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast! Chickadee has been home—intermittently, to be sure, as her college pals are mostly elsewhere, and as often as not, that means I’m kissing the back of her head as she leaves for a day or three to be with them—and that means certain things are assured: 1) Her “debris field” (as Otto likes to call it) is a constant reminder that my child may grow and mature but will always be comfortable and, to some extent, toddler-esque in her childhood home, and 2) The time will come when she is lounging on the couch, looks up from her phone, sighs with disappointment, fixes me with a baleful stare, and says, “WHYYYYY don’t you ever blog anymore???
Tall, professional, has own car, financially stable, good listener, good heart, has a job, business owner or retired, non smoking, NO pets, educated, caucasian German or other European man (6'2 and over), 42-53 years old..
Once upon a time, a long long (longlonglong LONG) time ago, I started a blog shortly after my firstborn turned six.
She has the shirts that we bought her and a shirt for every activity she’s in and a shirt she got at freshman orientation and a shirt for her dorm and a shirt for the Honors program and a shirt for having accumulated shirts and don’t forget the free shirts for things she doesn’t even belong to which are apparently rained down on campus at regular intervals. You don’t live in that apartment complex.” Her: “Well, yeah, but they were giving them out in the quad, soooo….”) Chickadee also owns a licensed lanyard, TC-mascot-themed earbuds, some sort of Terrible Towel-esque scrap of cloth (hilarious, as this school doesn’t have any Division 1 sports teams), and so on. (In case you’re wondering, I also received a licensed mug for taking her to their scholarship competition and a licensed logo imitation Tervis tumbler for taking her to orientation. (If pressed further—and/or if Otto is there—I will slot my wedding to him in a very close third place.) Bringing forth new life and the miracle of birth and oh hey ALSO having two human beings grow from screaming lumps into semi-functional adults is pretty nifty, not gonna lie. Otto and I spent most of the spring and part of the summer talking about, planning for, and perhaps-a-little-too-gleefully anticipating our empty nest. It’s been a long nineteen something years since I first surrendered myself to motherhood.
That seems like a fair return on the tens of thousands of dollars we pay them, right? ) What I did not buy, initially, was a decal for my car. So let us assume that those are the “best” two days of my life, okay? I promise to try to make it worth your while.] We started with this: If you live anywhere in Georgia, chances are you know someone who has taken themselves down to Maranatha Baptist Church some weekend to attend the Sunday School taught by President Jimmy Carter. But then one day we were hanging out with friends and the topic came up and someone (probably Otto) said, “We should all go. It’s not that we don’t adore the children—of course we do! one, we’ve never been “just us” the way a traditional first-marriage couple gets to be, and two, have you met my children? Raising kids on a completely normal/expected trajectory is hard, I assume.
” It has been worth every single moment and every gray hair.