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My name is Makaila.
I live in Portland Oregon
I’m 31 32 33 34 years old.
I'm 5 feet, 1 3/4 inches tall. Or short.
I have green eyes and brown hair.
I have brow frown lines, and I'm gonna do something about it.
I don't know what I'm gonna do- but I'm gonna do something.
I’m an accountant IRL {in.real.life} haha. I just found out what that means.
I’m a procrastinator; thank god I work best under pressure.
I flux-ate 10 pounds every 6 months.
I bitch about that.
I think a lot.
In my head, not out loud.
I’m an introvert.
I love alone time.
But I love alone time in crowds of people.
I need the energy, to feel life moving.
I hold very few dear and near.
But the ones I do hold- it’s a fierce, never-will-let-you-go kind of hold.
I’m the oldest of six kids.
Which DOES define who I am today.
Always has, always will.
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| my clan. August 2011 |
I have an 11 12 13 year old son, his name is Tristen.
I often refer to him as Bird. Birdie. My Bird. Read why {here}
He doesn’t read my blog.
He very rarely lets me take pictures of him,
cause he’s afraid I’ll put them on my blog,
And cause he’s 12. He’s tweening, hard.
He's constantly embarrassed of me.
He often pulls my fist pumping fists out of the air,
and places them firmly on the steering wheel and
tells me that both of my hands really need to be on the steering wheel.
Not for safety,
but because I'm embarrassing him.
He's much less embarrassed of me now that I'm in the 30's.
He hated it when I was in the 20's.
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| me and my bird |
to a man that keeps me on my toes,
makes me laugh,
cooks me breakfast,
gets me caffeine,
tells me I’m beautiful every single day,
holds my hand,
takes care of me,
encourages me,
supports me,
has swung open the doors to a life I never thought I'd have,
and because he dreams in the opposite way that I dream,
he makes my world whole.
His name is Rhett.
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| my love and me. |
Thank you for reading!
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