My Life

In this lifetime, I have chosen to be single. Nothing pains me more than to see these disrespectful ass "women" who have the audacity to call themselves mothers. But yet they are out chasing after some man, or partying EVERY WEEKEND. Being a single mother, I have no complaints about a woman who goes out at night, but if you are dropping your child off ALL THE TIME to go shake your ass, then maybe you shouldnt be one.

Since my daughter has been born, I have been out all of THREE TIMES. Out of those three times,  I have missed my daughter more than she would ever realize. And as soon as I woke up, before I even showered, I was in Gator going to pick her up! This brings me to my main focus:

This LAME had the nerve to hit my child's father's girl, and tell her that I still had feelings for him. Ha. Really? To be perfectly honest, I wouldn't spit on my child's father if he was on fire. That being said, why would I have any feelings for him? After everything that he put me through, and his lack of presence in the beginning when I needed him most, I know I deserve better than anything he ever could offer me. Eww, just the mere thought is enough to make me bark. At the end of the day, all I wanted was for my daughter's father to be just that: HER FATHER. Until shit got out of hand, and I had to take matters into my own hands. But I learned from my mistakes. Before him, after him, the only thing that ever mattered and will continue to matter is MY daughter. I take care of my daughter BY MYSELF. The only thing anyone else helps me with is baby sitting. Other than that, her necessities are more than taken care of.

Oh, and my apartment is soon to come :) . Complete with my , wait for it , VERA WANG mattress , and Cydni's crib. Which, by the way, turns into a full-sized mattress when she gets older.'

Other than that, I am a cosmetology student, I am a friend, and a lover. But before you call me anything, recognize that I am a MOM first and foremost.

The Days That Pass

Lalalalalala. I like to sing when I am by myself in the shower. Or in my car. Even though I know good and well that I CAN NOT carry a tune, I’m good for belting that song out like I can. I have no idea why I am talking about this, it is random as god knows what, but it’s the first thing that I thought about.

My booger butt is so cute. I sweat her life. My significant other is getting so attached to her, and I love it. He likes to kiss her feet and play with her hands. He holds her, and it is one of the cutest sights that I have ever seen in my life.

I am trying to get back into the swing of things with working. I have applied to a couple of places, and I am trying to work full-time at this bank. I have a job interview there on friday. Wish me luck :) I really hope that I land the spot. The salary is VERY rewarding, and then I could pay for Cydni’s day care up until the point when I get a voucher.

I am also ready to get my next tattoo. I am connecting my stars up to my shoulder, and I am getting her foot print tattooed along with her name. It will be cute.

On the negative side of things, her father had the audacity to have someone take pictures off of my facebook and he added them on his. How dare he? You put up pictures of a child that you have YET to see? That’s not love. When I extend the invitation for you to come see her, don’t turn it down out of your own spiteful anger. You should have made that move to make the journey. He knew since July that I was going to be moving to Virginia. He had no problem with it when I said that I was going, and now he wants to act brand new. That isn’t my problem. Wherever she LIVES/RESIDES is where he needs to journey to in order to spend time with her. I will no longer chase after him to make him be a part of her life. I honestly do not need, nor want his presence interfering in what I have already laid a foundation for. I am doing just fine on my own without him.

He also tried to change her facebook album name to CYDNI AMARI BLEVINES-LAMARRE. Am I the only one who sees anything wrong with that picture?? I could’ve sworn that her name on her birth certificate and social security card says CYDNI AMARI BLEVINES. Nothing more, nothing less. Her initials spell CAB, NOT CABL (CABLE). How immature is that? Do not dare lay claim to something that you have yet to help and raise. 

With that said, I am going to prepare for cuddles and snuggles with my lovebugs.

There's a Ribbon in the Sky ; for OUR LOVE .

On to better news, my Valentine's Day was perfect! Topped off with a night of celebration in Virginia Beach. Of course I had my little sugar plum fairy drop gum button honey with me, so I retired early. But she came with me every step of the way. :) Which is how it should be.

We will see where this thing goes. Considering I am already being swept off my feet, there is nowhere else to go but to the heavens up above. I don't believe in marriage, because I have seen too many around me crumble and be built on a bunch of lies. Who knows, another kid might be in store. I doubt it though, because I really am NOT trying to go through another c-section. It was the most terrible experience I have ever had to endure. Panic attack and all. But if I ever was to change my mind, we would be a complete family with matching last names. My little booger included. I don't want to get ahead of myself though, so I am going to take it day by day.