I also like tattoos. Big ones. And facial piercings. Because I can.
I used to be a Marine. I spent 5 years in the Marine Corps, and gave them my sweat, blood, youth, and about half my sanity. I'm also an Iraq War Veteran. (And yea, it was fucking hot as balls in Iraq.)
But then my first marriage failed. And at about the same time I found out I was pregnant. Shit never turns out the way you plan it.
Then I had a newborn on my hands. I took some time out from men to enjoy being puked on and doing midnight feedings by myself.
Somewhere in between all the chaos I decided I liked being a momma. After all, The Kid was kinda cute.
Before I knew it my sweet baby was a year old. Time flies when you're getting puked on.
Then I got together with The Hubby. My handsome one. We've known each other since we were 18 and he had been right in front of my face the entire time. Shit and planning strikes again.
And than I became a housewife. And shortly after that, I became a Mad Housewife.
And most days, I'm okay with that.
And other days, I'm a bit insane and high on caffeine.