The Life I Chose to live

This is my current WIP. As you can see, I am nearly done. These are my current orders. My lady and dragon should be here today. But my horde symbol is a special order so its going to take a couple of weeks.

   I just got this one in today a little after noon and I am already over halfway done with it. Maybe I do have a slight addiction.

*This is very much a rant and may offend some people.     I've actually been holding my tongue for a while, but I can't just bottle it up any longer. I am so sick of seeing and hearing people play the victim in every situation and then act like a child because they either got corrected or someone got fed up with the bullshit and went off on them. It's stupid. It's immature. And it shows that persons lack of adult mentality.     I've been dealing with this crap for years and I truly feel sorry for my in-laws and my fiance because they have had to deal with it for far longer than I have. I, personally, dont have as much patience for it as they do. We are constantly told to "grow up", but in reality..  Its the other party that fails to be an adult.     Just in the past 2 days, we have dealt with a certain individual telling us when we were going to do visitation, telling my MIL when she was going to be home for drop off, cancelling plans to better suite t

 This is my newest diamond painting. Now I'm just waiting on this one to come in so I can do it.

    Well my fellow bloggers, it's Monday again. We all know what that means... it's time to suck it up and get back to the grind. While this past weekend did have it's good points, it was mostly stressful and irritating. So I am actually glad to see the start of a new week.     After over a week of trying to figure out just what went wrong with Daddy's truck, we have decided to get rid of it and find him something else. ($2500 later) Yeah, I'm a bit irritated at that fact, especially because we won't see near that amount when we sell it. But daddy did his best to make that up to me. But even that was a frustration and irritation. We spent nearly 2 hours last night returning the wedding band set that I had purchased, upgrading to the set that I originally wanted, getting his ring sent off for resizing, and doing a bit of shopping for myself. Who knew it could take nearly a half hour for daddy and I to agree on toe rings and anklets? But now even my toes h

    Daddy an I finally haave a matching. Wedding band set. Now we just have to get daddy's sized.

   I know I post and share things publicly, that is my choice. I especially like to share when things are going great, or when daddy treats me to new things. But I don't see where that gives others the right to put their noses in our finances. What daddy and I choose to spend our extra money on is our business and our business alone.     It is our household and our money. Ex's don't get a say in where money is spent! Just because they share a child doesn't mean they share finances. You lost the right to voice where finances were spent the day that you no longer shared a residence.     It is No secret that daddy spoils me. Yes, normally I get at least one new item every pay day. But that is our business. Its our money. We spend it on the things we see fit. So what I'm a "spoiled little bitch"? I actually deserve it and daddy agrees, otherwise I wouldn't be spoiled. And again I will reiterate that it is OUR finances that allow me to be so spoiled. NOT

        You're probably wondering what you're looking at. Well the answer is 1... I got a new ring. 2.... My nails are redone. And finally after a month of using dip, my nails were long enough to shape and dip my real nails instead of using tips. I also got many other new things today.. But these two were my absolute favorites! I am one happy woman. I'm lucky to have a man that enjoys spoiling me so much.

    In the recent past I had stopped blogging. We all know why. But just to reiterate, it had a lot to do with not wanting or needing the drama that some loathsome jezabel kept bringing to the table. Well again, my patience is tested.     This time I won't be taking down my blog or searching for another outlet. This time I am standing up and saying "Fuck you!" Why the hell should I back down? You get all defensive and start spouting of half truths because you think I had no right? Well here's something to take into consideration.. The shit effects my life too, so I have every right to speak about it. Don't like it? Then make sure your life doesn't cross mine.     And just to set the record straight, since I'm always painted up to be some kind of raging lunatic with control issues that only aims to keep my fiance from contacting his children... It wasn't my final decision to have the hussy put on the blocked list. Infact, it was daddy's idea. We b

    I wish I could say that I had a calm, peaceful, uneventful weekend. But let's be honest, how often does that actually happen? That was a rhetorical question. The answer to that is almost never. The days of laying around being lazy on the weekends, sleeping in, and actually giving my brain a rest ended when I moved back to this little hole in the ground. Something about this town just attracts drama. It's always something. Never a dull moment here.      Needless to say, I didn't get my peaceful weekend at all this weekend. Although my brain could have definitely used the break after the week I had last week. It was just hectic all the way around. Between dealing with our insurance company, the fact that the person that hit us had no insurance, trying to get back to some sort of normality, getting daddy's new truck, and now trying to get it up to par... my brain could have used a huge break. Not to mention that my body has been screaming at me to take things a bit ea

    I know my in-laws and I dont always get along, but we always pull back together and work things out. I can't explain how grateful I am for all the help they gave daddy and I over the last few days. Although Damian walked away with only a small bruise and little to no soreness, that wasn't the case for his daddy and I. We definitely needed their help keeping up with our very active little boy.      But they helped with so much more than that. We stayed with them for three nights to make sure that I would be able to resume normal activities with Damian and to assure that I would even be able to get up with him. My MIL basically took care of us all for the first 24 hours. Assuring that we had everything we needed, food, exc.     Today was my first day resuming majority of my usual activities. I forced myself out of my fear of driving yet again. So we were able to come home. I'm still having to make accommodations to better handle being home, but I am glad to be in my own

   Hi guys. I realize I haven't posted in a few days... But I swear I had extremely good reason. Saturday, while on our way out of town some idiot decided to text and drive. The end result was not pretty. Long story short, they ran a stop sign leading to them running straight out in front of our lane of traffic. Let me tell you, going from 55 mph to a dead impacting stop is not fun.      Thankfully after spending several hours at the hospital we came to the conclusion that everyone was okay asides from a few bumps, bruises, cuts, and a ton of soreness. Daddy and Damian came out with the least amount if injury. Damian walked away with only a single bruise on his leg. I'm ok just really sore and a few markings from my seatbelt. (Whoever designed those really needs to rethink their design... Fyi they hurt like hell.)     If you hadnt already come to this conclusion, the move is put on hold for atleast a couple of months. That is disappointing, but something good did come of it.

    After a long, eventful, and somewhat draining week its my favorite day. Usually Saturday and Sunday are my days. After spending all week tending to daddy, the house, household needs, and bubba... Daddy gives me a bit of a break. I use this time to pamper myself and take a breather. Most weekends Daddy takes time out to do something for me as well. Sometimes its as simple as a complete rubdown and watching bubba for a while to allow me to nap or have a moment kid free.     As for this weekend, I'm looking forward to everything in store. I already have the money just waiting for my nails to be done this afternoon. Daddy had me put up extra money for a trip out of town today. He plans on taking me to a hobby shop so I can splurge a little on getting my planners set up just the way I want them. Plus I may get to do a little extra shopping, it really depends on if anything catches my eye.     Its going to be a great weekend! And to add to it.... I am a half pound closer to my goal

    Today was shot day for my baby boy. Between getting caught up on his immunizations for texas plus adding in his chickenpox, swine flu, and pneumonia vaccination... My baby took 6 shots. I expected a very unhappy whiny baby. But he proved me wrong. He was back to his happy go lucky self within minutes. He even thanked the nurse for putting bandaids on his boo-boos. He was even happier when he found out that I had ice cream and toy shopping planned for after.       He was braver than I was. I cried more than he did. It bothered me longer than he thought about it. I hate hearing my baby boy in any type of pain. It took my all not to get up and walk him out without finishing the shots. But it was a necessary evil. I'm just glad my baby boy is back to his normal cheerful, rowdy self.

   For the last few weeks I have been on the go non stop. Trips to the store, trips to the park, packing, cleaning, taking care of daddy and little man, and of course taking care of myself. Its been trying to say the least. But this week, I think I'm making a change.     Yesterday I stayed home for the majority of the day. I focused on cleaning and relaxing. My body definitely needed the break. Today is the same. I have no intentions of actually getting out and running errands until tomorrow and Friday. If i leave home it will be simply for my pleasure.     One Of these days I will learn to stop playing superwoman and realize that I am human too. My body isn't meant to be on the go 24/7 365 days a year. It needs a break every now and again. Which is exactly why I am making plans to be pampered Saturday.     Maybe after having a slow week and a weekend of pampering my body will be ready to finish up the remainder of my packing  and I'll be ready to get us on a roll for ou

   Every day millions of people are sexually abused in one way or another. Sexual based crimes are punishable by up to 20 years in a minimum security prison. Although many sexual crimes go unheard because the victim is either to scared to come forth or because they feel that the statute of limitations has run out. Be aware, the laws are steady changing.     Before new laws were set in place in 2016, the statute of limitations in Texas for sexual crimes was 10 years. Since the new laws have been set in place it is now 5 years for any cases where the victim was age 18 or older at the time of the crime, and 15 years from the child's 18th birthday in all cases where the victim was under 18 years of age at the time of the crime. What does this mean? If you were raped, molested, or sexually abused as a child... You have until you are 33 years old to report the case. (In Texas, it varies by state.)      Long story short, if you were ever sexually abused... It may not be too late. Do you