Aunty Acid Says…

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I love Aunty Acid!!! There are so many that shout out THAT’S ME that I can’t even pick my favorite.  This one is such a true statement.  Sanj comes home from work and usually will not take his shoes off or change.  (You were worried I was going to say that Sanj took his bra off too, right? lol) I don’t understand this.  I can’t wait to strip down to the  basics, teeshirt, shorts and bare feet!!!  I am always asking him if he wants to take his shoes off.  Nope- he seems content to be as he is.

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Well, family is family – we can’t undo that. lol  God gave us what we could handle so He must think quite highly of me!!! I spent a few hours with my dad yesterday.  Boy, who knew he was such a chatter box!  He was telling me all kinds of stories from back in the day.  There were a couple of repeats, but according to Sanj, I’m starting to do that too.  🙁

I love my friends.  There are some relationships that seemed to have fizzled over time that have made me so sad.  I can’t help but wonder how we could have chatted everyday, many times a day and then poof it just stops.  My conclusion is there are a lot of strange people out there, they may even be from another planet and my blood has something special in it that attracts them.  BOO! 🙂  Yet the reality is that I do have a group of delightful friends and am so blessed.

1510364_545625912213043_6306394093339859093_nWell, this speaks for it self, doesn’t it?  🙂

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Every time my brother, Kumar is around we can’t help but chatter about the folks in our lives from yesteryear.  I spent so much of my youth (well, really my high school years) wanting to be like every one else.  🙁  I had not had the chance to tap into the real me.  It took me years to be proud of my heritage, be proud I am different and realize normal is not all that its cracked up to be.  There is such freedom in loving yourself, accepting yourself and believing in yourself.  Of course doubt creeps in every once in a while but only you can believe in you.  Normal is overrated. Do you agree?

This is so me.  I feel like I’m in overdrive all the time!!!  Every once in a while I think of Ritalin and wonder how much it would help.  Yet if I had to choose between my crazy pill and something to cool my ADHD- I’m sure the vote would unanimously be my crazy pill. lol 10422337_560964437345857_5210285695447186289_n

I’ll end with this one… dedicated to my dear Sanj… thanks for loving me as is and thanks for all the helpful suggestion …

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Hope your Friday is an awesome one!!!

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2 Responses to Aunty Acid Says…

  1. Cynthia says:

    Love your posts, and I enjoy Aunty Acid too. I totally love stripping to super-comfy clothes any chance I get. Days I can wear my t-shirt bras are best – they don’t even feel like I’m wearing a bra. They don’t support however. I also can’t stand to have shoes on, or jewelry – all comes off as soon as I’m home.
    I also don’t understand why some friendships that involved daily heartfelt conversation dropped away just because we didn’t live near each other anymore. I get that things change and people change but this never made sense to me. But! it is what it is. I know sometimes I’ve been the one to distance myself from a friend and perhaps it is hard for the other person to fathom. But it’s always been more about me than about them. So perhaps this is true the other way ’round as well.
    I wish we could spend a couple days together talking and sharing stories – it would be so lovely to know you better! xo love you dear cousin!

  2. Reema says:

    I, too would like that! 🙂 I’m grateful though for the web, Facebook etc that allows us to be “in” each other’s lives some what. Love you too, Cousin. xoxo

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