sarc.

I am a 30 year old mother with 4 successful, yet equally disgusting vaginal births to my credentials, and despite giving birth in my teens I neglected to sell my baby, I mean story, to MTV. I use to have all 10 episodes of Friends on DVD but I just sold them in a relatively successful eBay auction and offered free shipping which tells you a lot about my personal belief system. I look really good photoshopped and in the dark and my kids say my best quality is when I am not around. I volunteer my spare time on Social Media Studies where I study the reactions of what people think of all the dumb things I have to say. I am not a vegan but I am friends with a girl who has a tomato plant and I always slow down so my kids can say "LOOK! A COW!" when we drive past a large open field. I enjoy long walks from my couch to the fridge, spending time pretending I don't have a family and reading the classics. The classics is what I call Teen Vogue. I am almost graduated from online college and when I finish I would like to forget that I owe $15,000 in student loans and head down that weird patch of dead grass behind the mall and wait to apply for a job with the traveling carnival. I am a photographer in my spare time, which just means I bought an expensive SLR camera once and forced my friends to pose while I took their pictures, and I've also traveled the world. (it's just America). If I win I am going to do whatever I can to put hurricane machines in the cafeteria, and have Taco Bell catered in at lunch time.
You know what this is?  It’s a compilation of the past 6 years of my first baby girls life. She was born when I was 21. 21!!! I should have been out there doing what most 21 year olds are doing, but I wasn’t.  I was in a hospital bed giving birth to a little girl who would one day be so much smarter and prettier than me that I probably shouldn’t tag her on Facebook.  She’s about to be 9.  9.  I know that seems like nothing to most of you, but to me it means it has been 9 years since I was the only thing she had to rely on, and now she can pretty much take care of herself.  She’s smarter than me, prettier than me and will more than likely amount to more than I ever did.  Happy Birthday Aubree Lynn.  I named you after my mom, because you were born on the day my grandma died.  And all three of you were some of the most amazing women I’ve ever met.  I love you:)

You know what this is? 

It’s a compilation of the past 6 years of my first baby girls life.

She was born when I was 21.

21!!!

I should have been out there doing what most 21 year olds are doing, but I wasn’t. 

I was in a hospital bed giving birth to a little girl who would one day be so much smarter and prettier than me that I probably shouldn’t tag her on Facebook. 

She’s about to be 9. 

9. 

I know that seems like nothing to most of you, but to me it means it has been 9 years since I was the only thing she had to rely on, and now she can pretty much take care of herself. 

She’s smarter than me, prettier than me and will more than likely amount to more than I ever did. 

Happy Birthday Aubree Lynn. 

I named you after my mom, because you were born on the day my grandma died. 

And all three of you were some of the most amazing women I’ve ever met. 

I love you:)

  1. beingimportant said: Mine turns 6 today