The Bits

 Um. About family. And my crazy ass husband. What is there to say? Well the things I do say come out as a foul mouth sailor. (That's understated.) My husband has corrupted me over the last 11 years. Wink. Excuse me as I listen to him yell for my eldest son, Mylan, like Sebrina calls Byron in Madea's Big Happy Family. This blog will be full of drunk rants, sober rants, happy rants and sad rants. Oh god. Mostly drunk rants. By the way, I have 5 children. Mylan is almost a teenager. He'll be 13 next month. Then a 10 year old son, Raidyn, who thinks he's going on 20. One daughter, Eiria, 8 years old. Heh heh heh. She's hell on wheels. Kyllian is 5. He's the craziest of crazy. His father to a T. Give him a ladder to jump off of and he'll do it. Then the youngest, Piryn. He's 3 and the only momma's boy. Seriously. He can get away with anything. He's a redhead that bats his eyes and anyone will give him anything.

Me? hah hah hah hah hah. Uh. I am not the best person to talk about me. As I try to make my friend Katelyn write about me instead. My name is Donna. I moved from the UK on the 9th of June of 1995 at 18 years old. And I'm on husband number three. Working on number 4. Wink. Skip ahead to now. You may get a drunk rant about my past but for now... I'm a homeschooling momma of 4 because I'm not homeschooling the *almost teen. He likes his public schooling. I've started this blog for sanity,  my weight loss journey and for some freaking human contact outside these 4 walls.

Oh by the way. This is the husband.

And now it all makes sense.

Welcome to my life.
Peace.