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        December 4 th 1996 @ 7:26pm my life would change forever. I was now a mother, a mom, a parent. I stare into your beautiful blue eyes and know instantly what true love is. Even though I am exhausted from 13 hours of labor, I am rejuvenated the moment they put you on my chest. I cannot put into words all the emotions that entered my heart that day and every day since, but know this, they are immeasurable. I have never been so scared in my life. I had no idea what to do as a mom. I was over zealous, protective, panic stricken, and just plain lost. I know that you were sent to me with a divine purpose, and I have told you many times. You have a piece of my mom with you, which I believe is why you were so perfect for me. I wish she could have met you. She would have loved you, spoiled you, and been so proud of you.       When I took you home for the first time I could not stop staring at you and you could not stop staring at me. We fell a...

My daughter has a mental illness! Does that mean she is less of a person, or not as good as anyone else's daughter? FUCK NO! With that being said I want to tell you about a journey I have been on in hopes that maybe it will help another person or even just to let another person know that they are not alone. Also my intent to let people know when you judge a child or anyone based on a mental illness, quite simply your an asshole. I know that there is a big stigma on mental illness  because   allot of people afflicted with such do not take care of themselves and make very poor decisions. They hurt people emotionally and physically. They hurt themselves and too often they kill themselves. While I do not excuse the behavior and even hold my daughter accountable for her poor choices, sometimes all that person needs is just a little understanding and for you to not take it personal. Easier said than done right? I have always been a pretty tolerant person of mos...

It was a beautiful sunny day in lovely Angels Camp, California. No work that day, it was my day off and I was thinking about going to the pool to swim around to cool off. Now of course as with most days I started the day smoking a big fat J and eating a bag of Doritos for lunch. Got some friends together, got high and off the pool we went. Now honestly I thought I was a fricken genius for coming up with this idea, however it turned out to be the exact opposite. I swear everyone in town was at the pool that afternoon. Kids, adults, and even a few babies. I told my boyfriend to make sure not to lose me...I had a tendency to forget where I was and wander when stoned out of my mind. Funny now but then a little scary.  We had been at the pool an hour or so and while wading in the shallow end because swimming while high is not really recommended. After a few minutes or hours or whatever I start looking around for my boyfriend or one of my friends. I can't find anyone that lo...

So I was eating a salad and I shit you not the cucumbers were dancing and laughing at me. Now let's go back a few hours so this will actually make sense for ya'll. I was very young and out on my own experimenting with lots of things. One of those would be shrooms, yes taste like shit but send you on the trip of your life, shrooms. The night started out pretty mellow in our little bungalow apartment in Angels Camp, California. I am not certain how we decided to eat the shit but never the less we did. Shortly after digestion I went into the restroom and as I sat down I look into the stand up shower and I shit you not the walls were moving. I came running out with my pants still down yelling, "omg the fucking shower is breathing!!" I trip over my pants and my ass says hello to all my friends in the room. I bust up laughing along with everyone else and realize I can totally pull up my pants now. This was just the beginning of my night. We decide to go up to Perki...

Since growing up in Nampa was not really an eventful place to grow up it was pretty awesome. The thing to do mostly was sneak out of your house and meet up with friends to hang out at very random places. The fear of being out at night was not quite as scary as it is today. I would know because I am a chicken shit. LOL I cannot remember what grade I was in but I think I was a freshman and there was this big party at this guys house I had been crushing on for years. I was going to go no matter what and luckily for me I had two good friends willing to break the rules with me. The plan was set, we would break out at 1030 after momma went to bed. Why 10:30 you ask? My mom always had to watch the news but could not stand the late night show so she would promptly go to bed at that time. It's funny how predictable she was and just how easy it was for me to get away with my bad decisions. She worked hard all week and slept like a bear in hibernation. My two friends and I were very anxiou...

So blogging is something that I have been thinking about for awhile and while I am not completely certain how this will play out...I am willing to try something new. I have had a lot of experiences in my life both good and bad. I seem to have an ability to make light of many things and I am not going to lie, I can be pretty damn funny. So if you are interested in following along I will be sharing my experiences from my past and some daily life crap as well. Basically whenever I feel like writing something out it will show up on here. If you are easily offended this might not be the place for you. By offended I mean by foul language, questionable situations, and maybe some brutal honesty. It's all who I am and I will not conform to suit anyone. Ok so here we go ya'll :) Cheers bitches!!