So this is my first time! yippee. I thought I'd get into this, just because my personal life just doesn't seem to be very personal anymore, so why not post it all on the Internet?
so Ok. Here's my life story in a bottle. Grew up in saskabush, went to high-school in Calgary(originally against my will) and then straight after high-school, went to this resort called the crossing, and this is where I met the father of my child, T. now T is an alright kinda guy, but a little immature. okay, a lot immature! but that's alright, no ones perfect. so after the crossing closes down and we decide to move in together, a little over three months into our little reality TV 'relationship', up pops a positive. Yay? now it is. Then? ask me later. so 10 months later(that's right people they lie when they say 9!) little Logan pops out, and we move to grand ol' Meota, cuz dear grand mammy has passed away. Lung cancer. And little Logan becomes the Miracle that is the reincarnation of Grand mammy... so one 'happy' little year passes by with us all cozy-like in meota, helping grandpa as he battles his demons. Watching Daddy as he runs away to work. Watching that cozy big family as they drink their way to freedom. Then after Grandpa passed on, we moved to Saskatoon.(AAH Home! sweet home.) And Two years, five months, and Four moves later, Here We are. Logan and I. Still in Saskatoon! Hot Damn! Seems you just can't keep me away. Now the only reason that I feel the need to put so much more detail into those times with baby, as opposed to before baby, is because those times, out of all I have experienced, have impacted me the hardest, and have made me the cynical B**** that I need to be to get me by. Sans T.
well as for another rant(whew! the first ones always seem to be the hardest) I don't think we'll see one for awhile, but there will be a plenty in the adventures of the tiny Pianist!