Is this the real life? Is this just Fantasy?

Caught in a land slide, no escape from reality.
open your eyes, look up to the skies and seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, i'm just a poor boy, 
i need no sympathy because i'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low.





Thank you. I know you all enjoyed that as much as i did.
Now, back to our regular scheduled program. 
The other night The Husband and I went to The Woodlands to look at Christmas lights.
We were kind of disappointed with the turn out.
The 6 year old referred to the people with the nice gigantic houses with no lights "gibberish" people which to her is Jewish. 
Now, to the husband and i that was funny. Nothing against Jewish people, it was just the way she said it.
It takes me back to memory lane, One year we were in Alabama with my Grandmother (and it's tradition to go around town and look at everyone's Christmas display.) and of coarse she was drunk. So we are going from house to house, street to street. and we came across a house that i guess my grandmother seemingly didn't care for the people who vacated this home, so she's rambling on to my Parental Devices, saying "those people are fucking retarded, you know they don't have any damn lights" and all i can remember is everyone laughing entirely too hard. 
whatever, it was funny. 

Our light display this year at our new home is sad. we just have a few strands, so i guess to my late grandmother we'd be "fucking retarded" my house has Christmas shit everywhere on the inside. I just can't find the out-door decorations. And i don't want to buy more because i'm being a cheap ass. (shh i think i'm turning into my husband)

For those of you who've been following me on my FB page. Crazy Mommy That says Fuck a lot. I know you don't ask, but i wonder if any of you wonder why i'm so anti-everything this year? i'm not sure if it was updated or if i even had the page then. but i lost my grandmother in March. (which is the women who raised me and i basically thought to be my mother. yes the one from the memory above) well, everything i knew was from her, and since i was the one who took care of her up until her last breath i feel like everything i know is a lie. Because she isn't here to correct the things I do. pretty sappy shit man. the'fuck?
there i go again all in my feelings and shit. 

Christmas; it will include a drunk and full of pills Crazy mommy.
sounds kinda bad, but i already take anxiety meds. so i'll take them AND DRINK for christmas. i'll be in the holly jolly fucking spirit. those bitches won't know what hit em. (those bitches = the husband and my family) Smile and fucking wave boys. kill them with kindness. although i'd rather just kill them in general. ha. kidding.. or am i?  

Introduction More or Less.

I've been "blogging" on and off since I was about 13 years old. So technically it comes easy, I've been comfortable sharing my thoughts and feelings with random strangers, rather than my own family and friends. Don't get me wrong, since I've been "blogging" I have made some great friends, but it's easier to express yourself to a complete stranger, than someone you've known your whole life.

When people blog, and make it public with websites such as  Facebook, All the opinions of others tend to come out, and you get judged. Or even the worse it's like a slap in the face. They read and keep up with you, only to send vulgar messages and e-mails attacking you because you do things differently. (Which brings me to my point) We were raised to think and see things differently, but now that we're adults, our way of thinking is being attacked. Only for doing what our elders told us to do. Express ourselves. Be free. Be you. Now, With that being said, I do. (we as bloggers or humans in general do) So, for someone to open their life to the public just for Shits and Giggles, or to share their life story just to be seen or heard is a big step for most. But We DO NOT appreciate being attacked, or mauled by the fuck-tards that think they know better than we. 

Some of us have Fan Pages. That's our secret identity. We feel free, in a sense that you know us, but you don't 'know know' us. 
Please remember, Some (most) of the things we say are sarcastic. and we enjoy being funny. 
Do not take offense to anything typical like "i'm going to gouge my kids eyeballs out if they don't shut up" Really? I would never harm my children, just because i have random silly/crazy thoughts doesn't mean you can attack me and tell me you'll send DCFS/CPS to my house. It's all in good fun folks. 

On to the next;
Do not correct my grammar. yes, i may miss-spell a few things or use improper punctuation, but guess what? I don't give a shit. My computer doesn't fix everything like my phone does, even so, my phone is a whore and makes no sense of a simple sentence. 


So. I am a mother of 3. I was a Teen Pregnancy Statistic in the Year of 2005. I was married at 17 years old in 2006. I Live in Texas.
I like to drink, cuss and have a good time. My Corner of the world is pretty crazy. 
I'm not an alcoholic. I'm not a party animal. I'm a mother of 3. 1 of which is in a terrible 2 stage.. why would i not drink? My DOB is December 23. 

That's all i have for now.
Stay Tuned.