Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Posted by Janet K at 11:33 PM
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Posted by Janet K at 3:30 AM
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
In the past week, you've flown over Toledo, had a quick stint Toronto, and undoubtedly, found yourself in somewhere the middle of nowhere.
In the past week, I've had my identity stolen, have had an engine blow up while driving my car, and have done some hard time in the emergency room.
It is amazing how two people can have weeks that are vastly different. Two people that usually spend quite a bit of time together, yet, have spent the past week apart.
Surely, your week involved a plethora of adventure, music, and of course, beer!
Whilst, my week was full of blood, sweat, and way too many tears!
It feels quite horrid that my main support system over this past week has been an ocean of tears.
Although the tightrope is thin, and I could possibly win, I’m strongly considering taking the walk and going for it all, even though I may possibly fall.
You’ve seen the good. You’ve seen the bad. You’ve seen my happy. You’ve also seen my sad.
My mind is in a jumble. Thoughts needing a release.
We’ve both loved and we’ve both lost. We’ve both been there before. We’ve both experienced all that love crap.
The night before you left, you asked my why I liked you. You quizzed me on your favorite color: yellow. Your middle name: Benjamin. You also got back to asking me why I liked you, because you are a, self proclaimed “jerk.”
A jerk doesn’t tell me that I look beautiful on days when I’m feeling as though a ton of marshmallows fell on me.
A jerk doesn’t allow me to put my legs on his, while we are sitting outside, on a one hundred degree day.
A jerk doesn’t tell me the next day about how I “attempted” to sing, and then covered it up by describing a musical matrix, with a very long, drawn out explanation, that, quite honestly, went right over my head, yet sounded insanely romantic by description meaning that I actually DIDN’T suck, too badly at singing.
A jerk doesn’t sing karaoke, or allow me to pick songs for you at your gigs, just by gibing you the ‘big lip!’
A jerk doesn’t undoubtably walk me to my car and kiss me goodnight, every single time.
A jerk doesn’t swing dance and tango in the parking lot with me. Nor does he break out in random dance parities with me. (Side note: Random dance parties are the best thing in the world, and really should happen more often in life!)
A jerk does not give the most amazing back massages in the world!
A jerk wouldn’t agree to go see Hanson.
However much of a “jerk” you are, I am not perfect either. You know my middle name is Lynn, my favorite color is purple, the handful of songs that automatically bring a smile to my face, and the my favorite band.
You accept me for who I am, always. You don’t see me as an illness.
You’ve come to love my addiction of Forensic Files and you will gladly watch it with me, unless you are trying to fall asleep, because somebody cannot fall asleep with the television on.
You listen to me intently when I speak. When you ask how my day was, you look me in the eyes, and devote your full intention to listening and soaking in the information I am providing,
You make me laugh so easily. You’re hilarious natural personality is a very charming attribute.
You have a mind that is incredibly sexy. I don’t even know quite how to articulate this. You’re incredibly knowledgeable, in which seems to be, any and every topic, and I find that insanely sexy.
You let me sit on your lap when we are out in public, and let me run my fingers through the back of your hair, in which, I adore the feeling of.
You take me to a place sexually that is only able to be described as a state of ecstasy. It’s completely unbelievable, each time, leaving me coming back for me. You take me to a place I’ve never known.
You inspire me. (No, I’m still going to continue eating meat! Chicken and Double Cheeseburgers are waaaay too delicious to quit!)
You make me want to smile more often, something I’ve just become doing in the past two months or so. I’ve also been writing more frequently, and I’ve noticed that my social anxiety and diminished drastically.
You’ve made me want to be a better person.
A healthier person.
A better Janet, all around.
You make me smile.
You make me Bubbly.
Posted by Janet K at 11:26 PM
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Posted by Janet K at 4:28 PM
Monday, August 3, 2015
|A beautiful sunset over Lake Erie! (no filters or effects!)|
|On a Wednesday, my cousin and I|
wore Pink! It's the rule!
|I found a Starbucks, and it made my day!|
|Ice cream also made me a very happy girl!|
|A night out with my Uncle Greg!|
|New outfit from head to toe!|
|First pic with Danica when she arrived!|
|My Aunt Mary and her Red Solo Cup lights!|
|Danica and I swing on the swing set|
|However, the family reunion wore her out!|
|She posed this one|
|And this one|
|And this one!|
Show off the necklaces!
|Day 1 she was afraid to touch the water|
|The last day she was brave as can be!|
|I cut my hair|
|So did she!|
|So beautiful and grown up!|
|The home I came home to from the hospital as a newborn baby!|
|Waiting for our plane in Buffalo!|
|Peace out, Buffalo! We love you!|
Posted by Janet K at 1:33 PM
|PBJ for life! 3/14/15|
Posted by Janet K at 12:57 PM
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Posted by Janet K at 4:10 PM