I love the title of this first post. It goes along with my mindset most of the time. This is my first experience blogging. Hence then wtf am I doing.... But every day, I think that atleast once. (sometimes when things are being thrown at me, or I am being headbutted, or I am washing my hair...depends on the day) I am the mother of a 3 year old. We'll call him B-Nasty (his hip hop name). I am currently living in SIN (and loving it) with my boyfriend of a year and a half, Watson. Here is a little background info...
I am 23, divorced, and a mother of one. I like tattoos, piercings, rock music, and stripper heels. I also have been known for my potty mouth and yelling.
My bf, Watson, is 31. (I like em older!) B-Nasty and I moved to Las Vegas (Sin City..how fitting) and are now living with Watson. It has been...interesting, comical, depressing, and a learning experience for us all. Poor Watson probably had NO idea what he was getting himself into. Now he thinks a day with no throwing of large toys (especially ride-able Thomas the Tank Engines) is a good day. And he is getting used to the yelling matches between B-Nasty and I.
B-Nasty is my sweet angel, love biscuit of a boy. And he is all boy. He sports a mohawk (though none of the family approves) and nine times out of ten has multiple tattoos on his body. He yells and throws fits and is sometimes a little devil. BUT we love him...and if anything else he is usually more entertaining than cable. Usually.
Ahhh....so THAT my friends, is the skinny on the family. I will be adding more info and stories of events that go on in our Beaver Cleaver-esque home.
I am 23, divorced, and a mother of one. I like tattoos, piercings, rock music, and stripper heels. I also have been known for my potty mouth and yelling.
My bf, Watson, is 31. (I like em older!) B-Nasty and I moved to Las Vegas (Sin City..how fitting) and are now living with Watson. It has been...interesting, comical, depressing, and a learning experience for us all. Poor Watson probably had NO idea what he was getting himself into. Now he thinks a day with no throwing of large toys (especially ride-able Thomas the Tank Engines) is a good day. And he is getting used to the yelling matches between B-Nasty and I.
B-Nasty is my sweet angel, love biscuit of a boy. And he is all boy. He sports a mohawk (though none of the family approves) and nine times out of ten has multiple tattoos on his body. He yells and throws fits and is sometimes a little devil. BUT we love him...and if anything else he is usually more entertaining than cable. Usually.
Ahhh....so THAT my friends, is the skinny on the family. I will be adding more info and stories of events that go on in our Beaver Cleaver-esque home.
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