The Couch Chronicles...Continued

and she's on fire..."  My second biological was born ten years ago today.  She is more than I could have ever asked for and being her mom is an honor.  Today's blog is dedicated to my baby girl. My Dearest CRR, Wow, God sure knew what he was doing when He sent you to me.  I haven't figured out what He was doing, but I'm glad He knows.  :) On this day, ten years ago, Dr. Van set you on my chest and I knew at that very moment that you were going to be a dynamo.  You were already mad as hell and you let the entire delivery room know it.  The tiny little curls shaped like the letter C all over your small precious noggin left me wondering how on earth I was going to tame what would soon be a wild mane or like your brother once described it, a bird's nest. So today baby girl, on the day of your double-digit, decade birthday, I want you to know a few things: pray in good times and in bad times talk to me about things even if you think it will upset me rem

Ok I couldn't type that without laughing like a damn fool.  My bestie will know why.  I'm not sure if she'll remember the "turbo lover" but she will definitely know the "I want you" nonsense. As I embark on a new chapter in my life I'm left feeling a tad bit vulnerable and somewhat out of the loop when it comes to members of the opposite sex.  For the record, I've not exactly been very smooth in that department to begin with.  Honestly, I'm surprised I've added any notches to my belt with the down-right tomfoolery that has been my dating experience. Let me start way back in elementary school when I had a crush on a certain bad-boy who's name I still remember but just don't have it in me to embarrass myself or him in the event that he's recognized by one of my many followers (you can stop laughing).  So I thought, (let's call him "Michael") was cute and was hoping he would notice that almost every Friday I was