Hellllooooo blog world. I have a few friends who have blogs...and they seem to be working out quite well for them, so I figured why the heck not. With my boyfriend overseas, and my inability to muster up the energy to physically write out my thoughts in my journal (it's been quite neglected, and is a bit dusty), I figured I'd "blog". Blog. I like how in our vocabulary it has become more of a verb than a noun. At first, the idea of my innermost thoughts and happenings out there for all the world to see made me a little nervous....not so much that people would be able to read them, but that no one is going to read them. I don't find myself that interesting, so why should all of you? Well, I don't really have an answer to that. I'm just hoping that I can make this as entertaining as possible for all of you to enjoy.
Incase you haven't gotten a chance to read my "All About Us" section, I'll go ahead and enlighten you now...
I grew up in the typical middle-class family in an affluent area of Los Angeles. Did the usual in high school...should have had a 4.0, but partied instead. I continued to party straight out of high school, and did as some do and neglected college. Who needs college when you have a mom and dad, right? WRONG. Through the years I've held quite the number of jobs in a vast range of catergories (Adult DVD Distributor to high school tutor. Told ya.), and never really had any sort of drive to get it together. Then, I met Eric. Handsome, charming, and also living at home. So what did our relationship mainly consist of? Partying, why of course. Partying so much that when I ended up pregnant with our daughter we were at a total loss for words. He wanted one thing, and I knew I wanted the baby (this did not go over well at first). Something deep down inside of me was screaming at me that this was a good idea (yeah, a good idea with no college education, and not much of a job to speak of), and when I saw her heartbeat for the first time, that baby definitely wasn't going anywhere.
9 months later, Hailey was born. All 8lbs, 6oz. and 22 inches of her...oh and did I mention she was EARLY?! Um, that was fun as a first-time mom. If anything was going to scare me from having more children, that should have been it...but for some reason we women forget all of that as soon as we see the most beautiful little face we've ever seen looking back at us. So much promise, and possibility. Then they start to grow into these little people. Little people with opinions, and reasoning, and the mindset of "I do what I want". Promise and possiblity? More like, "No! Don't touch that, take that out of your mouth NOW...what did I just say? God dammit child what am I going to do with you? What on earth is that smell? I know you did not just eat that...I thought I said don't touch! Oh great, you pooped...Honey!" and the list goes on and on.
The first few months Hailey was around, things were good. I was living off of what was supposed to be my college money, and with Eric's parents who pretty much took care of everything. Things looked pretty peachy keen, but when we closed our bedroom door it was another story. Lots of arguing, LOTS of sleep deprivation (which I'm sure sooo did not help), and lots of ridiculous ideas of potential future careers, with no actual motivation to get them done. So the decision was made, and we decided we would come and mooch off of my mom, since living in CA had become somewhat of a dream killer, and we weren't really getting anywhere.
Hailey and I moved first. This in and of itself was probably a blessing in disguise, although at the time didn't seem like it. I had a younger boyfriend who's nagging girlfriend and kid were now a state away. Probably a dream come true for him...long story short, a month later he decided he wasn't coming...I decided I wasn't coming back. I then met Justin. Ahh, Justin. Such a breath of fresh air. I'll post more on him later :) After Justin, came enrolling in school, and the rest is history. I'm now a single mom, in school full-time and trying to balance a relationship with someone who's career could put him anywhere in the world at anytime (seeing as he's overseas now, I've realized he wasn't kidding). Things can be rough (I definitely have a few rough spots...times...days, etc.), but we're making sure to laugh plenty, cry when needed and even have a drink, or two or three (or me two weeks ago, quite a few too many)..once Hailey's asleep of course. :)
