I am a semi-young (26) mother, and I guess you could say I'm technically single (not married). I live with my significant other, and I really hate the term 'boyfriend', because really, aren't they more than that? We have been together for three years, and I wish I could say it has all been rainbows and unicorns, but as with any relationship, it has not. His name is Travis, and I lovingly refer to him as
shithead The Man in a lot of my entries.
Currently, having recently given birth to my youngest (and hopefully last) offspring, I am a stay-at-home mama. Don't mistake those words for meaning "house bitch," because that I am not. The dishes aren't always clean. The floors aren't always swept and mopped nor is the laundry always done. Actually, I don't even do laundry. Or cook, for that matter. I do stay home, and that's about it. Oh wait, I blog.
My oldest is of the male species and is 5 years old. At the time of his birth I still didn't have a name picked out for him, and hastily came up with Jordan Isaiah. It fits just fine, and I couldn't imagine calling him anything else. He's extremely active. He loves baseball, basketball, football, running, swimming, anything that requires me to actually move. Might I add that these are the things I do not enjoy. He also loves video games (what boy doesn't, right.. RIGHT?!?!), and I will admit to letting him play The Godfather (*gasp*) every now and then. That is, with the volume down, because those mutherfackers can sure drop the f-bomb (and various other non pretty words). He is the product of my first real relationship, which is the topic of a lot of my older blog entries (see category : 5 years). Who knew that something so amazing could come out of such a hateful, scary time.
The youngest of my brood is Jaxten. Sometimes I referto him as Small Frye or "my little shit" or some other loving term. He's currently 4 months old, and a very sweet sweet boy; absolutely nothing like his brother at that age.
My goals in life are pretty simple. I just want to live. I want to love. I want to learn. Period. I am currently on year three of a bachelor's degree in Correctional & Juvenile Justice, but who knows when I will get around to that last year or so. I am one of those "I'm just going to take a year off" people, who hasn't bothered to go back yet. Oh, but I will.
I love music. I dance when I'm home alone, but you will not find me on a dance floor in a random bar, or anywhere for that matter. I did give The Man a lap dance (if you can call it that) at a party one time, which means I was either drunk or high. Or both.
I love to read, but have a problem with getting library books back on time. I still have three that I borrowed a year ago. OOPS. I also owe $25 in late fees to a different library, which I plan on actually paying one day. For now I'm stuck reading the stupidity that I find online and my mother's leftovers.
I love animals. Especially dogs. Big ones. If I lived in a more suitable place I would have a million or so. Unfortunately they will not fit, nor are allowed, in my two bedroom apartment. I have one cat, Lyla Jean, that I have smuggled in, but anything more than her would be a bit too much.
I blog. The purpose of this blog is unknown to me, but yet I still do it. I like to voice my opinions, which is something I rarely do in the real world. It's much easier to tell someone to suck it online. I also tend to blog about my children, my man, my "mother in law".. all of which are amusing at times. And, well, sometimes I blog about nothing. I aspire to, one day, be a real blogger.
When I'm not hacking around on here you can find me spewing stupidity on twitter under the username theatomicmommy. Or if you really wanna talk to me you can e-mail me. mama2boys2010 (at) live (dot) com.