FATshion Journal Blog by Lilly

I Choo-Choo Choose You! Damn skippy...Son! Y'all know the drill... My Babo says the darnest things!  It's been a while since I've posted one of these... A smidge over three months... And here they are, as usual, I will try my best to provide you with a backstory: Backstory: I try my best to speak well... I had teachers who would correct the way we spoke in class... So it kinda stuck with me... Now, I kinda catch myself correcting people's grammar... (but only the same ones that the teachers would correct... cause let's face it- y'all can read my grammar ain't top notch.... I hate using periods at end of sentences.... like a single period - I dunno why) OK back to the story... There was a day where he got to correct me:  "I love it when I get to correct your grammar!" And the he did his wiggle dance... Backstory: My Babo weighs a good buck-35 - he likes to say 38 - but c'mon we all know those are his jeans adding a few extra lbs.....

I would like to begin with a disclaimer: I am not a love or relationship expert by any stretch of the imagination. I have been thinking about writing this post for a while but have been debating because I do not want to come off as having all the answers...because I DON'T. A while back  +Victor Ngo and I talked about how we are going to raise our kids... And someone asked us, "You guys already talked about that?" And I thought to myself... umm yeah...!?! I have always been the kind of person that needs to talk EVERYTHING out! I need to have conversations to certify and solidify things... let's just say I am a therapists' dream come true (or worst nightmare...hmmm) On our first official date, Vinh talked about wanting 10 kids...! Anyways, as Vinh and I began dating - I wasn't ok with being called "Babe" until we actually talked about being exclusive because I didn't feel right having a pet name if I was still seeing other guys or vic...