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Wednesday, December 22, 2010

And then there were six!

No, we’re not pregnant with twins or anything of the sort if that's what you were thinking… We have added two fur babies to our family! Jessica brought an adorable grey fluffy ball kitten she named “DeathMetal”, and we purchased a beautiful ‘blue’ Chihuahua with a bit of fawn and white on his belly and toes, and a touch of fawn on his face. We have named him Vincent after Don McLean’s song about Vincent Van Gogh. He was an early Christmas present for the family, which we got for a complete steal! His colour is very rare, so we are considering breeding him later on - but only after we find him a companion in a year or more. Pinxit simply adores the two of them and all things considered, she’s really good with them. But she still has to learn not to pick up the cat not by the throat…

In other news, Christmas is quickly approaching (in case you’ve been living under a rock), and we are done shopping. Emmanuel and I started early this year(back in April or so), and compiled a list of things we wanted to give people, set a budget, and started purchasing early. We’ve spent a long time figuring out how we want to celebrate the holidays and what traditions we want to include for our family. Originally I didn’t want to have anything to do with Santa - I don’t think it’s right for kids to think that all their ‘good’ gifts come from some fictitious person, especially when majority of the population lives in poverty. I also don’t think kids should grow up to think that the only reason they should be good is so that Santa will give them gifts. But most importantly, I don’t want my kids to go up to be materialistic and think that’s all Christmas time is about.

It’s kind of hard for me though, because if I were Christian like Emmanuel is, it would be so simple to focus on the religious aspects. Not saying we won’t teach any of it to her, but it won’t be the main focus. Originally it was hard to convince Emmanuel to ditch the Santa routine, but last year we did just that. Recently I started to think about the topic again, and all the things she would miss out on that I know were such a joy for myself as a child; things like the Santa Claus parade, seeing Santa at the mall, Christmas movies and special shows, etc. If we were to remove it from her life, we would have to avoid the malls, keep the tv off(as we now have decided to have cable again), not let her see other kids so she doesn’t ruin their Christmas… That just seems like a lot of work for something she’ll only believe in for the next 6-8 years, and will create lifetime of memories for her.

So for now we have decided that she’ll get her stocking, one ‘cool’ gift from Santa, and then things like socks or other clothes from Santa. We also have tried to figure out how to incorporate our parents traditions as well as creating our own. Things that my dad always does is puts clementines into our stockings, as well as with all our candy and chocolate he included a toothbrush. And every year we always got socks - a tradition I didn’t always love, but have for the last several years. One tradition Emmanuel wants to include is opening one present the night before, which like most families who do this, will be pyjamas. 

Something new we want to do, is in our stockings to include a book in place of all that excessive chocolate everyone is used to getting. Not saying we won’t have any, but I find people end up over indulging that way. And to deflect some of the attention from Santa, we’re going to do a lot of family activities. Making ornaments, decorating the tree, baking, watching movies, making homemade presents, wrapping gifts together…

I’m really quite excited for this holiday season now that we’ve made these decisions.

And then there were four...

I just started this new blog, and I felt the need to include some older from my Tumblr account, hence the "originally posted" posts. I could spend forever getting everyone caught up on my past, but instead I think I'll just move forward from here on out.

In the last year my husband and I have moved 3 times - from Sarnia just after the wedding to Kitchener, where we lived for a good 6 months, then from Kitchener to my father-in-law's house in Wallaceburg, and just recently now into our own apartment in Wallaceburg. We plan to stay put for awhile now I hope. Hah. 

The reason for this move has to do with a number of things, but predominantly  that some issues had risen with my sister Jessica in regards to hanging out with the wrong group of kids and school, among other things which I do not care to share with the world - nor would she likely appreciate. She’s in need of a life change to get back on track as she is a really good person, who just has made some not so good decisions recently, so she moved in with us.

This has been a big change for all of us. For her, having moved 9 hours away from everything she’s ever known, leaving her boyfriend behind, etc. And for us - adding another person to our family unit who happens to be a 15 year old… Anyone with teenagers or siblings this age knows what benefits and downfalls this can include.

I think the difference will be the fact that I am her sister, though I did help raise her. See, our parents split when she was only two. Our mother wanted to take the youngest two, leaving my dad with the eldest two. Well my father would not separate us(which I am really thankful for), so he ended up with all four of us. I being 10 years older than my sister, and with our father working, I took over the role of the ‘mother’ for my younger sister and brother, as we only saw ours every other weekend.

Because of this, I have a huge advantage in helping her out. She has a different form of respect for me than our father because she looks up to me, like most younger siblings do. I think because of this, we won’t be dealing with disrespect and back talk that most parents receive from their teens. At least I can hope. Hah.

We decided on an apartment with 3 bedrooms, and 1.5 bath. It’s a 2 floor walk up building with a huge park right next door. Nearly everything we need is in walking distance. It’s perfect. Because we still cosleep, Pinxit is rooming with us, so the third room is our art and tattoo room - we are very excited about this. Emmanuel has a lot of customers here, so it’s nice to have a place where he can just have all his things set up, that he doesn’t have to pack up all the time(like at our last place where he had to work out of the kitchen - wow that sounds so ghetto…). 

And I’m excited to have a place where I can start a project and not have to pack it up if I’m interrupted by a certain little one… Where I can just close the door and come back to it later. I think it will help me complete more projects because now I really can just work on something for 5 or 10 minutes at a time, rather than needing to ‘book’ creative time into my day - which anyone who does anything artistic knows that’s really not how creativity works. Hah. I have projects from 3 years ago that need to be started/finished… 

I'm so excited to have our own place again!

Love Declaration Celebration

Originally posted April 21st 2010

Emmanuel and I both wanted to be married on Halloween before we ever even met - though I think it is a fairly common desire in the modified community. I being a typical girl, have been dreaming about this day for most of my life. I wanted an elaborate wedding, and in ways we did go all out and in others we just didn’t care at all.

Planning began practically the moment he proposed, but nothing was really set in stone until 6 months before the big day. Being that we got pregnant only a few weeks after getting engaged, most of our energy was focused on the pregnancy.

I planned to do everything I could myself. I even considered making my dress and the cake at one point. Over all I ended up doing all 85 invitations all by hand(not with one of those fancy Cri-cut machines or anything), plus the response cards, I made my own bouquet, spent endless hours searching Etsy for the perfect gifts for the wedding party - custom silk screened ties that Emmanuel picked the images for the guys, and I never found the perfect gifts for the girls so I made them handmade custom bags, put together all the other items for the wedding party’s “rock star VIP” packs - including VIP backstage passes our friend Paul did the designs for, and I had them laminated as well as sorting through a ton of M&M’s to give each person only one colour(minus Zoe who’s vegan so she got vegan friendly candy), I purchased endless amounts of Halloween decorations, material for table cloths, made ‘loot bag’ style favours for the guests which included handmade caramel apples which I made with Candice and my sister Jessica the night before the wedding, centre pieces, homemade soap for the bathrooms… I made my own veil and fascinator, did my own hair(not the styling though, Lucy from work did that) and makeup, made Pinxit’s headband and skirt for the reception, purchased shoes online that I had to fix so that the rivets along the back wouldn’t cut up my  heel and replace the ribbon in them so they matched my dress, designed my dress, designed the cake, made the cake topper, hmm I think that’s it. Haha.

We chose our church - The Story - as the venue, along with our pastor Joe Manafo who originally married us, to do the ceremony. Plans changed several times(in terms of where to hold the ceremony, rental of chairs and tables, linens, etc), and eventually we ended up just deciding to have the ceremony at the new church that Emmanuel’s youth pastor opened.

I was late arriving at the church, mainly because it took all morning to do my hair(I think Lucy felt stressed, and took her time working on me), but then because we had to go across town to the hotel for me to do my makeup, get dressed, have photos taken, AND get Pinxit ready. Luckily I had Mae, Mae’s mom(Cathy), Jessica, and Candice to help out.

The ceremony was emotional, and I started crying before either of us even said our vows, haha. We played “Rock, Paper, Scissors” to see who would say their vows first, which Emmanuel won. He had every one choked up when he said his vows. I on the other hand had people laughing. We had planned to exchange high fives again, but clearly forgot because neither of us did it when we planned to. We at least had rings this time(just barely though, they got to us a few days before the wedding) that I found on Etsy as well, which we had inscribed ‘31.10.09’ on one side, and ‘this day anything goes’ on the other. It's short, sweet, and straight to the point.

Emmanuel’s Vows:

your smile, your laughter
you were who I was waiting for
regardless of the distance 
I was swept by pretty eyes and letters
I knew you were someone worth waiting for
you were the only thought that ever felt real
thunderstorms could never stop me
cause there is no one in the world like you
you’re simple yet confusing
your sparkling eyes make me weak at my words
days seemed like years in the month of December
and never will I give up trying cause you’re everything to me
cause there is no one in the world like you
Tiffany I promise to cherish you, honour you, and love you for now forever
to infinity and beyond

My Vows:

These are the hands of your best friend. They will forever love you, and hold you close
These hands will provide for us along side yours, and will help to build our future
These hands will comfort you, and will give you strength when needed
These hands will wipe the tears of sorrow, and tears of joy, from your eyes
These hands will hold our children, and together with yours, will keep our family together as one
And these hands will knock out your teeth if you ever go astray
These are the hands that when aged, will still be reaching out for yours, to infinity and beyond

After the ceremony, there was a lot of confusion, and finally after organizing everyone, we headed off to the Bluewater Bridge to have our photos taken with the wedding party. I had hoped Pinxit would be involved, but out by the water being the day before November, it was far too cold without having to put her in a snowsuit, so she sat out. I’m actually kind of really upset that from the entire day there wasn’t a single photo of her with us taken. Nor did we ever get family photos done. It was hard enough to get all of our parents together being that both of our sets are separated, so it’s not even like we could get photos taken again at a later date. I can hope for it, but it won’t be the same, and my hair will never be the same, so it would be obvious anyways. Oh well. I guess that’s why people pay for wedding planners to make sure this stuff all happens… On the plus side, I just found 3 photos of me holding Pinxit, and one photo of my mother and I. Now my mother can stop complaining. Haha.

We had a large gap between the ceremony and the reception so that people with children could take them Trick or Treating, and those without would have plenty of time to get their Halloween costumes ready. Well our wedding party wasn’t on the ball yet again, and it was moments before we were to make our zombie entrance, and people were still getting their makeup put on. If we ever renew our vows, I’m going with one, maybe two people tops because trying to keep a hold on 6 girls and 6 guys is ridiculous. At one point we even lost my mom and sister Karley because she told Mae’s mom not to wait for them while they went Trick or Treating, and it wasn’t till about an hour after the reception started that I noticed.

Highlights of the night included: Candice running a cheesy ‘prom photo’ style photo booth for us so everyone could have their picture taken in costume, my wedding party surrounding me so we could sing along to Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” completely vocally(I guess a cappella, but it was along with the music, so not really. Haha…), Mae and Candice grinding Emmanuel and I while dancing to “I’m On A Boat” by The Lonely Island, umm not really a highlight in terms of good but I found a melted chocolate down my dress that a girl put down my cleavage and ended up in pj’s for the rest of the reception(my sister rules at picking out clothing… haha) and having my mom freak out and nearly go on a death rampage.

Then having to do clean up, while most people stood around too drunk to help or do a good job, and I don’t like to leave things undone(especially because there was to be church service the next morning, and the clean up crew never showed up/did their job). I believe we finally got to the hotel at around 3am - Mae and her mom watched Pinxit for a bit so we could have some alone time, but after I took a bath in the awesome jacuzzi tub in our room, we were ready to pass out. Plus she got fussy(poor kid didn’t go to sleep till she was back with us), so we just watched some tv, and had family cuddle time in a huge king size bed.

After checking out in the morning and getting my dad and siblings, we went for lunch with most of the wedding party and a few other guests, and then we went to my father in laws for a few days. Not much of a honeymoon - to this day we still haven’t had one, nor are there any plans anytime soon. We said we were going to go to do a road trip to Graceland this summer, but because the DMV was on strike for so long, neither of us have our licences, and Emmanuel’s completely expired so he has to start all over again, so we won’t be doing that. And next summer we plan to be pregnant again, so either we’ll have to change plans, or just hold off for a few more years.

Photos to follow, I just have to try to get myself down to around 100, as we collectively have somewhere around 1,000 photos between the photographer Troy Shantz, as well as Nathan, Emmanuel’s aunt, and all the guests who posted photos on Facebook. I also still have photos from Candice to receive and go through… Haha.


Wedding photos by Troy Shantz

Birthing Story - Pinxit

Originally posted April 16th 2010

Here is my birthing story - I didn’t get around to writing it till she was 2 months old, so I very well may have left out some information.


My due date was April 1st, and I went over due. I wasn’t even dilated on my due date and one week later, I was only at a half cm, and no effacement if I remember correctly. The weekend coming up was Easter, and my doctor was going on vacation, so I had three choices, be induced before the weekend, wait it out and see if she comes naturally, or the next week be induced by some other doctor. I switched doctors half way through my pregnancy because I was very uncomfortable with my doctor, and I didn’t want to end up having her or someone else deliver my child, so I was booked for my induction on the 9th.

We arrived at the hospital at 6:45am, where I was taken up to labour and delivery. I tested positive for GBS, so I had to have an IV(which was a pain to put in because I have small, rolling veins). At around 7:30am I was administered pitocin, and around 8am my doctor stopped in to rupture my membranes, but the baby was so far down that nothing came out, so because of this she tried a few times just to make sure - which was pretty uncomfortable.

I started experiencing contractions very soon after this, and they came on very strong. It was a bit of a surprise to me - I was expecting a much more gradual build up. Because of this, I stayed in bed for the first hour or so, I did try to walk around, but I was in a very small room and hooked up to the IV so I really could only sway back and forth. I also felt very naucious. I think because the baby didn’t come naturally, I wasn’t given the opportunity to learn to cope with the pain on my own, and when offered the nitrous oxide, I gladly accepted it.

After they cleared out the main delivery room, I was then moved. I still couldn’t cope with the pain enough to stand or walk, so I sat in a chair for another few hours. At some point I vomited, but afterwards I felt so much better. I then had to be checked, so I went to the bed. I found the nitrous oxide wasn’t really helping, so I was then given the ‘happy pump’(no one ever called it it’s medical name, so I don’t really know what it was).

Side note - the night before at 11:30pm we decided to finally get around to doing our belly cast, so with cleaning up and finishing packing the last few things for the hospital, we didn’t get to bed till 1am I think it was… Because of the lack of sleep, I decided to take a nap knowing I’d need my strength.

Around 3pm my friend Mae’s train got in from London, Ontario and by that point I was feeling a lot better, and for the next half hour we walked the halls. I think I really annoyed the other women in labour, because they could see me walking the hall at an average walking pace, joking around with my friend, and I made a comment how they should make the IV into a back pack because the IV pole was really annoying and slowed me down, which Mae found hilarious.

While walking my doctor showed up after finishing her day at the office - so it was around 4 or 5pm at that point, she asked how I was feeling, and then asked the nurse how dilated I was at my last check up, to which she answered 7cm, so she told me to get back in bed - I’m not sure if she was shocked that I was walking around the way I was, or that the nurse had forced me to walk when I was that dilated…

Soon after she checked me, and I think I hadn’t dilated anymore… I had asked the nurse to get the birthing ball for me because my contractions were getting closer, but I decided to stay in bed because I was feeling sick, and ended up throwing up again. I really don’t remember much after this point, especially in terms of time.

I remember that at 7pm my nurse has finished her shift, and my new nurse soon after told me to sit on the toilet. All I remember is blinding pain, and sitting on the toilet sobbing while my husband and friend were having a conversation and joking around which seemed to last forever. Around 9pm the nurse came in and told me to get back in bed to check me. Apparently it took 20 minutes to actually get me back in bed because I was in so much pain and my leg had fallen asleep, and the bathroom was so small no one could get in there to get me out(it literally was a closet that had a toilet in it, you couldn’t close the door without the door hitting your knees, or being forced up against the toilet) so I had to do it on my own. Not a good choice to put me in there if you ask me… I didn’t like that nurse at all.

Well I was fully dilated at that point, and she told me to start pushing and took away the nitrous oxide to switch it for oxygen. My doctor was at home and had to be called in, and almost didn’t make it in time. I really didn’t want to push because it felt like my butt was going to turn inside out, and I was scared more about that, than anything else. I would only give them two pushes, but once my doctor got there, I felt a bit more comfortable. She told me that I was going to tear, and because I previously told her I didn’t want an episiotomy, she then asked if I still didn’t want one, or if it was ok. My vaginal opening was already burning from her crowning that I decided to let her cut to take away the pressure. A few more pushes, and she pulled out her arm to show me, and she was out.

At 9:44pm Pinxit Leigh Lynn Trouble White was born. Her first Apgar was 8, and her second was 9. She was 7lbs 9oz, and 21 1/2 inches. It felt like I was in active labour for no more than 20 minutes, my husband says a half hour, and Mae says 45 minutes, so I really don’t know how long it was… Pinxit really didn’t want to cry - she was breathing, but kind of just looked pissed off because she really wasn’t ready to come out.

Around 1am my husband and Mae left. The night wasn’t too bad, I was so scared to be alone with her. She was very good though, fed a few times through the night, but otherwise was silent and let me get enough sleep. I woke up around 8am and while she slept I cleaned up my ‘room’, got changed, did my makeup, ate breakfast, did stuff with the nurses, and it still wasn’t visiting hours. Mae updated my blog for me - and stated that I was ready to go for a jog after completely rearranging my room. I still find this amusing.

I stayed that night as well because my doctor wanted me to, which was a lot harder because the girl in the bed beside me had a boy and they chose to circumcise him that day, so he shrieked all day and night, so when Pinxit wasn’t having cluster feedings, he was crying and woke me or Pinxit up. The next morning we both had blood taken, I was giving a suppository  and she had her hearing test(but the nurse took her to be tested while she was screaming so she ended up with a ‘referral’ result). I decided after lunch that day that we would go home(though I did miss the food believe it or not - their vegetarian meals were really good!).

Though I had a good hospital experience, and my doctor was amazing, I really wish we had gone with a midwife. I think my labour would have been shorter(not that it was really that long), and much more comfortable. We’ve already decided for our next child that’s the route we’re going to go.

Background information

Originally posted on April 15th 2010

I would like to share how I met my husband, 

Like nearly every single one of my friends I have to date, I met Emmanuel online. He contacted me first - I was in a relationship at the time, so I wasn’t even looking to date or anything. But soon that relationship went sour, and Emmanuel and I got closer. I don’t recall exactly when we started chatting, but I know it was before my 22nd birthday(October 2007). Only 3 short months later, and I decided to take the 9 hour bus ride to Sarnia, ON and meet him. By this point we knew we loved one another, and after meeting in person he was my boyfriend. Going home was hard, and I cried because I knew that realistically once of us would have to move if we were to last.

Right before I went to visit him, I had gotten fired from my job at a high end salon that I loved working at. I went home to a ‘fast food’ salon job, and pretty much hated my life. I took a huge pay cut, and was already living in an apartment that was very expensive for one person($700), and now I had to change my way of life emensely because I had become accustom to spending ever cent and had nothing saved. One day while talking on the phone with Emmanuel he said that I should just move there, and I did. 

My least was up at the end of February if I’m not mistaken, so only 3 months after actually meeting, I packed up all my belongings, and said goodbye to all my friends and family. At first we lived with his roommate, but the apartment was in bad shape, and it was weird living in someone else’s place, where I had nothing of my own really. But then his mother was moving and all of my stuff was in her basement, so we decided rather than pay for storage, we’d find a place of our own.

Well that was a feat in itself.

We couldn’t find anything available in our price range, or that we liked, and then the one we found and loved(huge loft, very bright, and pretty spacious) we weren’t accepted as tenants because I only lived in one apartment prior, and they wanted as least two. We had about two or three weeks left till our move out date, and I finally saw a sign for an apartment on the same street we lived on, downtown above some businesses. I called, we viewed, and it was amazing. A loft, with half walls for the bedroom, large walk in closet… Well then one week before we were to move in, and we get a call from the landlord saying her husband had rented the unit out to someone else, and already cashed their cheque. With a little pressure from Emmanuel’s mother, we ended up with another unit in the same building. It was even better than the one we saw, nearly double the size, and only $50 more. We got really lucky.

On our 6 month anniversary, Emmanuel proposed to me.

Soon afterwards we decided to start trying to conceive. We really didn’t want to wait to start our family, and within a month we had a positive pregnancy test result. I guess we really didn’t think about everything that goes into a pregnancy, because neither of us had a family doctor in Sarnia, so I had to go to a walk in clinic to get referred to an obstetrician. Because I had no idea who any of the doctors were here, the only request I had was that my doctor was female. 

We were given a referral for Dr. Saraf, and though some people really like her, we didn’t feel comfortable with her at all. I think she just assumed I was a teen girl who got knocked up by my boyfriend, and she was very cold, and rude I found. At one point she actually told me I was morbidly obese and would likely die giving birth. Not what you want to here as a human, let alone a hormonal pregnant woman. We hadn’t liked her up to that point already, but that was the last straw, and we got a referral to Dr. Rutledge. 

Now I don’t know if she just had a lot of pregnancies at the time, but we had to wait till I was around 20 weeks to finally even meet her, and start being under her care. During that time, I had some spotting, and Dr. Saraf said that I could miscarry, but not to plan that I was going to, but not to go home thinking everything was ok either(almost in that exact, blunt and poor bedside manner type of way) and ordered an emergency ultrasound(our first as we didn’t want to have any testing done on our fetus, and so she never ordered one to be done), the next day. Everything was fine, we got to hear her heartbeat, and got our first photos of her. I believe we were 14 weeks along at that point.

Just before Christmas 2008, we headed to Kitchener to have one of those 3D ultrasounds done, because at our second ultrasound, they were unable to determine the sex(I blame it on the tech doing that last, after she had poked at her for an hour, of course she didn’t want to show her goods!), and we really wanted to know/tell people for Christmas. That was pricey, but really cool. We went all out and got photos, a dvd, and even a teddy bear with her heartbeat. We finally knew we were having a girl, and were able to start really preparing for her arrival.

At some point soon after Christmas, I said to Emmanuel that we should get married before she is born. We both have old fashion grandparents who are very religious, and the whole ‘child born out of wedlock’ issue was brought up. 2009 just so happened to have two Friday the 13ths, and we intended to be wed on the one in February, but I believe something came up with our pastor or I didn’t get the licence in time, and we ended up having to postpone. On February 27th, we were squeezed in between someone’s wedding(as the pastor forgot to book us in! haha), we sat in our living room - his mother and a friend from the church as our witnesses. We had no rings to exchange as it was last minute and all, so we exchanged high fives. His mother stopped me while beginning to say my vows, to make sure I wanted to marry her son! Oh and our cat was in heat, and our other cat was humping her. Memorable wedding? I think so!

A little over a month after getting married, our baby was set to be due on April 1st. She like most first children, was not on time unfortunately. I was doing stairs practically every day for a week before, and a week after her due date, trying to get something to happen. I wasn’t dilated at all on my due date, and my check up the following week I was only at a half cm if I recall correctly. We opted to be induced at that point. Looking back I really wish we hadn’t, but at the time here were the circumstances - it was days before Easter and my doctor was to be on Holidays till the following Tuesday, at which point would have made me 2weeks over due, and I would have had to have been induced anyways. Also, my aunt was driving down from Ottawa to come visit, and meet the baby, so she kind of needed to be out of me. Being that Dr. Rutledge would be on holidays, another doctor would deliver our baby had I gone into labour. Doctor on call? Dr. Saraf. Needless to say, we opted for the induction even though Dr. Rutledge wanted her to come on her own. Induction began at 6:45am, and at 9:44pm Pinxit Leigh Lynn Trouble White was born, weighing in at 7lbs 9oz, and 21 1/2” long. I will post my birth story separately, as I feel it deserves its own recognition.

Fresh start

Originally posted March 11th 2010

I’ve been a “blogger” for at least 8 years, predominantly on a popular body modification private community. At some point I decided to start deleting all my old posts from the previous year, kind of as my New Year’s Resolution - clearly myself of everything that happened the previous year, starting fresh.

Over time, my posts went from writing about typical teenage angst, heart break, love interests, drug and alcohol use, partying, sexual encounters, to becoming vegetarian, choosing to be come drug free and a few years later straight edge, going to school, becoming a hairstylist, then meeting a great guy, moving 8 hours away from everything I know, falling completely head over heels in love, getting engaged, choosing to conceive our first child, becoming pregnant, getting married in our living room to keep our grandparents happy, giving birth, raising a child, getting married(again)…

I sometimes wish I had never deleted my old posts, mainly because I have an extremely hard time remembering things(long and short term), but I think it’s for the best. Myself now is rather unimpressed with how I thought it was cool to drink and smoke up on occasion, or to go to the mall and shoplift just because I could get away with it… And majority of it I’m glad I can’t remember.

As mentioned before, I am a member of another community bonded by body modification. I have chosen to start a new blog, predominantly so that people other than the modified community can share aspects of my life - namely my family - but also because I personally enjoy reading about different aspects of other people’s lives, how they raise their children, what they do for work or fun, etc. And though this might just be another blog to some, I think I have something worth reading about.

I think for the first little bit I will post a lot of background information, rather than just plunging in, allowing newcomers to become acquainted with my background, and who it is I’m speaking of. I would like to share how I met my now husband, some details of our pregnancy, the birth of our child, the “Love Declaration Celebration!” as I coined it as I didn’t really see it fit to call it our wedding when we were already… Followed by our move, and then where things are at now.

I warn everyone now, I am blunt and I don’t really believe in “too much information” - that being said, I won’t be posting graphic details of our sex life, and actually probably won’t even mention it as I feel that’s something really personal that does not need to be shared with anyone. I mean more so that I talk about poop, vomit, basically any bodily function, in a very nonchalant manner…

I write from the heart, and am not ‘an educated’ girl by no means. I barely graduated high school, and I went to cosmetology school. The things I choose to do in life are more so because they feel right, rather than because society tells me to do so. I have always been ‘free spirited’ as some would put it, and I will most likely always go against the grain, be it in the ‘normal’ community, or the modified one. I will never really fit in, and always be a floater, and that’s fine by me.

This is my blog.