Hey you, yes you! Welcome to -as you will soon come to realize and admit- the most awesome blog ever! Yes, i’ll be the first to admit that that was a bit cliche and corny (I rolled my eyes too) but you will be treated with jaw dropping accounts of the most basic shit ever, and the thing is, you will love every bit of it. Continue reading
Single parenting isn’t easy, so excuse me if I break out the fireworks, confetti, party poppers, spiked punch and throw myself a commando party in celebration of longer sleeping hours, turned down pots and no kid! Continue reading
Now this man right here, was a savage beast; a monster, he made no bones about the reason I was there. I was so young(er) and naive, thinking he would be gentle, it being my first time and all. Continue reading
Hello lovely readers, it has been a wonderful blogging experience for me thus far. I am not even close to being a pro-blogger (yet) but I have learnt so much over the course of a few months and I want to share with you ( you probably already know this) what I’ve come to realize during this journey. So here is my unsolicited probably rudimentary list of advice for ‘newer’ (i’m new too) bloggers!
If you have ever been to St. Kitts, The Mother Colony of the West Indies, you will know that we are a happy, feel good bunch of people. Waking up with breath in our lungs and sight to see another day is reason enough to have a fete and celebrate.
My little 68 sq
ft. mile Island stood firm during the battering of Hurricanes Irma and Maria and we are grateful! I am grateful and to celebrate, I want to host my first ever blog fete.
Yes I know, how can she host any semblance of a fete or party with only 66 Followers? Here’s how… by hosting it! I also want to Celebrate the persons with big enough cajones to follow my blog, you guys are the best.
I want to get to know you guys. So have a shot of your favorite rum, come in and enjoy the feting. Let’s socialise and get to know each other. Tell me about your blogs, what inspires you to write. Tell me about the hurdles of blogging. Tell me what you’ve learned, Let’s meet and greet guys. Share your story with me…
Now, I am the mother of an awesome 11 y.o boy whom I love to crumbly bits and pieces. He is a great sport, no, really, he is. Thoughtful, considerate, loving, kind, selfless, obedient, helpful, does his chores without instruction — the perfect kid! Wait, what? I have to wake up now? I’m not ready yet! Okay, seriously though, I love my kid and wouldn’t trade him for any one in the world, as tempting as my dream kid is, no sireeee, I ain’t trading him. Continue reading
I think it is safe to say that most women, if not all, have been through a shitty relationship with a shitty asshole that we still imagine murdering in the most poetic way ever! (I’ve always imagined sawing his balls off with a dull rusty hacksaw, squashing them with a meat tenderizer right in front of his stapled open eyes then feeding them to him!) Continue reading
Was I the only person in the whole entire world that saw zero change to Amber Rose’s cleavage when she drew the strings of that adhesive strapless bra? You know the one that recently took the internet by storm. Continue reading
While it sucks ass that Hurricane Irma had to fuck our shit up in the Caribbean, I am still thanking my lucky stars that she spared my little island, us ‘third worlders’, from total annihilation. Continue reading
Has it ever occurred to you how reliably loyal panties are? I mean, anything willing to stay wedged between your ass (you thong and g-string wearers) all day long without fussing; even when things get foul, and the 8 hour shift just got pushed into a two hour overtime, is one loyal mofo, Brienne of Tarth has got nothing on you.
Couldn’t have said it better muhself!
So my cousin’s wife and her buddy recently established a fabulous new little psycho-community on FB called “Bat Shit Crazy Moms.” When I saw my invite to join this group I was so giddy and full of joy my butt jiggled. Well. My butt is always jiggling. (note to self: handle that shit. Fatass.) Anyways… a “judge-free” zone where hundreds or thousands (God help us) of on-the-brinks-of-losing-their-shit-permanently moms can all go and bitch about how fucked up their kids are, how much they suck at this whole parenting gig, how they fantasize about shanking their baby daddies in their sleep, or how they would trade coffee, ice cream, and oral sex for 5 months for just ONE quiet, uninterrupted, shit session. Yes, I said SHIT. 1 time. Can we have ONE private moment in the bathroom where we do not have to be pushing and simultaneously opening a god damn Caprisun or a zebra cake???!! Jesus CHRIST.
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