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I cannot wait until @carolinafloorcraftersllc comes and pulls our runner off the stairs and refinishes them. This is black cat favorite game, but it’s not fun with a runner. 🤣 Don’t work he want scratch the wood, he doesn’t have claws. #catsofinstagram #ihaterunners #whoputsrunnersonwoidstairs #adoptdontshop.
Reagan who’s first family were major Georgia fans - well he ain’t that happy! Cheer up Reagan, there’s always next year! #staycocky
#projectuseitup so I was on this trend before it was a trend. When I moved, I moved or trash so many products. I have diligently trying to use my products not before buying more. This is my current empty. It was ok. Probably to be bought again but I used it through. woot! Woot! I wish through makeup 💄 was easier to hand down. I find that I just never get through it before I decide I don’t love it and I wish I could donate....but germs are yucky.
Late to #nationalmentalhealthday because it’s take courage.... when I was 6 years old my mother had her first major breakdown, rip our home to shreads, and left. I remember my dad and brother coming to my school and getting me because they couldn’t find her. She later return and subsequently hospitalized. All the way through my school years, I went to see her in the hospital, she always made me crafts, and she would come home. Things would be okay and then they were not again. The cycle continues up and down, up and down. When I was in about the 5th grade, she tried to Overdose in our home, and was actually revived in the ambulance. She was then sent to a court order facility. After she got out, my parents marriage (a lot to do with the disease ended). I stay with my dad, and my mother later remarried my stepfather, who was an angel. Even on the worst days, he took care of her and laugh it off. She had a good 10 years with him and these are the years I really cherish with her. Unfortunately, my stepfather had diabetes, passed away of a major heart attack. After that, she refused to eat and with some other health problems died weighing 58 lbs. It will always be my belief she starve herself to be with him and to have control of her destiny. My brother and I stood witness to all of this through our childhood, and we both really focus not to go down the rabbit hole. My mother on her good days was AMAZING, and she loved Hayden. She pass when Hayden was 4, and my niece wasn’t born. I still hate the disease. I still bad that her grandkids would never know her. I miss her most of my days....but what I can say is this....if you don’t feel well, please seek help, do not feel ashamed. It’s a different era, the stigma is just a cliche, and it a very REAL disease. My mother loved sports And what I wish more than anything, the 2 seats beside me at games still held my stepdad and mom. (Don’t get twisted I LOVE my dad and I loved my stepfather, and they liked each other, cause my dad a classy dude who also loves to chat). I’ll hold the survivor guilt til I die. I can only show Hayden pics of them together and her story ends there. #;
Free Choice: Carlos really appreciates us buying this house, letting him back in, and he especially loves the HAM we keep in the fridge....so I guess he been adopted and should now he know as Carlos Wenstrøm. We have a running joke when someone ask what our next pet will be—the answer is whatever shows up—-and that’s has been legit. 🤣. #fmsphotoaday #fmspad #fms_freechoice #catsofinstagram #seniorcat #adoptdontshop