Thirtysomething

"My first 30 years have passed in somewhat of a whirlwind. I've learned, I've laughed, I've cried, I've loved. I've lied, I've cheated, I've stolen, and I've hurt my share of good people. I've lived alot of life and been through things some people might deem unspeakable. Yet here I am still standing, sometimes barely, but standing never the less. There are many actions I may never be able to make proper amends for, and only lord knows if I had a time machine I most certainly would make use of it. I've been young and dumb, and made conscious choices that affected people I love. I'm not sure of what the next 30 years are going to bring me, and I know that my actions in this half of my life will dictate part of it, and hope my future actions will be enough to balance it out. To those of you who have stuck with me there is more love for you than you'll ever know."

This is what I posted on my Facebook when I turned 30. You see my Facebook page has family that's either older or far away. Most of those people know nothing about me other than I am their niece, or cousin, or whatever. So this post was a huge fuckin can of worms for me.

But I've learned a hell of a lot in that time so I thought I'd share some wise words and funny musings.

*MOISTURIZE!! Face, neck, everywhere. Slather that shit on like its gold cause it is, my grandmother hasn't aged in 20 years and that's her secret. She is fuckin fabyooolous.

*Never let someone go, anywhere, without saying "I love you" even if you are pissed off and want to beat them with the claw end of a rusty hammer. You never know when will be the last time you will see someone.

*If you have kids or are of influence to kids, teach those girls to be classy bitches and those boys to be chivalrous gentlemen. Those things don't have to die. We need lots more class and chivalry in this world.

*The only time I lose my phone is when it's on silent.

*A good friend knows when to pour you a glass of wine after a tough day. Your best friend can take one look at you and hands you the bottle. Don't lose that friend. Sometimes you only get one.

*Take some time to listen to old peoples stories. They are fuckin hilarious! You wouldn't believe some of the shit that comes out of my grandmas mouth, it's comedy.

*Invest in a good bra. Your titties will thank you.

*And lastly for now... Laugh!  I live with people around me that can handle if I say something offensive and they smile and say something fucked up right back at me. If you can't laugh at yourself you have no business laughing at someone else.

Till next time vixxens <3

A little face time

I thought you might enjoy putting some faces with the names so I made a family pic collage.

Top left is my M. She is 11 going on 17 with a major case of preteenitis. But she is my precious, she's creative and artsy and smart and for now I still get the grace of tucking her into bed with a kiss goodnight...when no one is looking ... for now

Top right is my A. He is my apron strings kid. Now when I say he is mini hubs he is the exact copy of my hubs and his emotional rollercoaster ( more on that later ).
He's a lefty and yeah it's pretty amazeballs to watch him do normal everyday things. He is the polar opposite of M and that's definitely a challenge sometimes.

Bottom left is my bulldog Guinness. He has made me a bit bulldog crazy ...ok a lot crazy. But its ok right? I might have more pics of my dog on my phone than anything else but that's because it takes 10 pics to get 1 good one...lol. He makes our family life funny, crazy, lazy, and very slobbery.

Finally there's me and the hubs. We met in Jr High but went separate ways until later on. I had M and was in a bad way in life and he happened to pop up next door to my parents house. M ran right to him ( she was 2 ) and I knew. He bought us a bottle of Jack and he had my heart ( lol ) ever since. ( yes its our 8yo wedding picture but I'm wearin makeup and I look fuckin pretty )

I'm writing this hoping it will help me to self heal. If I do it right and someone stumbles upon it and laughs or cries or learns something from my mishaps and experiences than that's pretty fuckin awesome. And as fair warning I curse like a sailor and have a twisted sense of humor. So welcome little vixxens <3

So it begins.....

So here I go... Take a deep breath... Let it all go. I've never done this blog thing before and I'm quite nervous.

I guess I'll start with a little about myself. I am Dev. I'm a wife to the hubs and mother to 11yo mini me M and 8yo mini hubs A (not in looks but in every other way possible). And my furbaby is my 1.5yo English bulldog Guinness.

My road has been a wild ride and I thought maybe sharing it would help me recover from some of the road rash.

I read a lot of mommy blogs and I feel like they are so much braver than I am, to put it all out there and say "Here I am!! fuck it!!" I feel like I am standing on the 33m high dive watching everyone gracefully plunge into the pool.

So it looks like it's my chicken ass turn to jump off the high dive. 3...2...1...... oh crap... fuck... shit... publish