The other day I heard someone…or I might’ve seen it in a movie or maybe I read it in a book, I don’t really remember. I get so into movies and TV shows and Books that sometimes I can’t tell if what I’m talking about really happened to me or the characters. That’s probably not a good thing. One this is for sure if it’s a very extravagant, exciting, elegant you know all those E words that have other letters after it, I know for sure it wasn’t my life… Sorry any way back to what I was saying.
So I heard a person/ or character ( just covering all my bases) say the word fantabulous, and I was shocked because I always thought that I made this word up. Come to find out someone else made up this word and it’s actually in a dictionary. So basically I have been the saddest panda ever since.
Anywho I want to say Happy Father’s Day to Papa Moon. He’s the best daddio EVER!!! I love you papi!!
Love Ya from the Moon and Back,
Emily (Sooo super exciting news…. I got a new job… Yay!!!!)
What the hell is wrong with people? What has this world come to? Is there anywhere safe anymore? Why must we hate? Why can’t we accept each other for who we are? Why is this happening? WHY? These are the questions that have been going through my head this weekend. It’s unbelievable that we live in a world so driven by hate.
My heart and prayers go out to all those wonderful/beautiful/amazing people and their families in Orlando, and also to the family and friends of the talented Christina Grimmie. This hate has to stop, these tragedies HAVE. TO. STOP!
LOVE YOU ALL FROM THE MOON AND BACK,
Emily (More Love, Less Hate)
OOO M YEEEZUS!! I’ve come to the conclusion that I can never have kids. Why you ask. Well last week my little nugget doggy daughter Taily was sick,and I had a freaking panic attack. We took her to the Vet for an emergency appointment and I was sitting there while they took her to the back holding back tears. TEARS people! The whole time I was wondering omg she’s probably super sad that she back there by herself, she probably hates me for bringing her here, she’s probably wishing we never made eye contact four years ago and fell in love because I left her by herself with the freaking Vet probing her and all things Vets do to puppy nuggets! Idk man I was freaking out.
The worst part though was when the Doctor came out to talk to me about what they found out and her treatment plan. This motherFing ass muncher decides to tell me worst case scenarios, like I’m not already shitting my pants. What a freaking jack ass!! Thank god my nugget is fine and just has to take some antibiotics and wear a cone on her head when no one is in the house.
So yea that’s why I can’t have a child. If I’m having a panic attack when my doggy daughter gets sick, what the hell kind of mess would I be with a real life human baby!! I would be a crazy mom sobbing uncontrollably because my son or daughter falls and scraps their knee. MOTHER I don’t know how you dealt with my crazy ass. I was practically coming home everyday with a new cut or bruise or freaking chichon (bump) on my head. Ooo gosh I need to stop thinking of my future children and the fact that they’re going to be such assholes just like I was. On that note I’m going to go cry in a corner now.
Love Ya from the Moon and Back,
Emily ( what are the chances my kids will be nice and not want to run around like demon children and fuck themselves up… That would be magical)