Hello angel baby cakes'! My name is Grace, welcome to my very brand new blog which I know absolutely nothing about. I'm going to try to make it freaking awesome looking, but I'm pretty horrible at all this html shit so I'm just giving you a heads up. But you know what I realized? I used to do this shit all the time back in the day. I remember fucking around with my Myspace profile for hours making it sweet as shit. Unfortunately I don't have the time to do that now, but I will try my hardest to work on it during the hours when I'm not asking two small children to love each other and eat their dinner and to not splash each other too hard in the tub. Anyways, let's get down to business. I'm 23 years young, 24 in March. I'm anxiously anticipating my 30's because well let's just face it, you're fucking sexy as fuck in your 30's. You're in your prime. You exude pure sex everywhere you go. Men wanna leave their wives for you, but you're a classy ass bitch embracing that 30's awesomeness so you're not down with that homewrecking whore shit. Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating and I don't really know how awesome it is going to be to be in my 30's, but either way, I'm fucking excited dude. I'm kind of socially awkward amongst others I don't know too well. I hate it. I wish I could just be like "Ohh hey what should we talk about? Let's laugh and be awesome together!".. but no. I'm weird and I get this stupid little annoying laugh. I'm a clean freak. It really bothers me a lot actually. I actually saw a therapist over my cleaning anxieties. I have chilled out quite a bit, things don't have to be abso-fucking-lutely perfect anymore, but I do like a clean and organized home. I have the most ridiculous thoughts that sometimes I'm even scared to say to anyone because I feel like a fucking idiot, but I always tell my fiance. He's just like me though when it comes to that shit so it's all mashed taters and gravy. I'm really into homebirthing, breastfeeding, and I will never stop sticking up for the rights of baby boys. Put the knives down and step away from the baby penises people, circumcision is not cool at all. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it. I love sunny days and I love good food. I fucking love chocolate, and obviously, Snickers are my faaave. I'm really into cheesy ass 80's music. Politically, I think for my fucking self and prefer to make decisions for myself and my family and not have to answer to Big Brother. You do you, I do me. I hate coffee, it makes me jittery and leaves me feeling like I've been chillin' with Bobby and Whitney all night. [ouch, too soon?] I care deeply for the friends and family that I am close to, and I would do anything for them. They're all awesome people because of course they are, why would I hang out with un-awesome people. And as for my blood, well they are awesome because they're my blood. My blood type is A+ and it is because I am awesome. I'm a weirdo, but I love myself.

I have two babies. A daughter named Psylee [the P is silent bitches] who is 3.5 and is the most amazing little girl I have ever met in my entire fucking life. She is so brilliant and I am not even just saying that. She has been obsessed with The Beatles since she was 12 months, she has style and rhythm, she's determined and on her shit. The girl can fart on her daddy's lap and walk away 2 seconds later with a dollar bill which she is going to save to "buy some tye-dyed paper so she can make posters and pour glitter all over it and draw rainbows and a big sun who is smiling." Yes, that is an actual quote. Like I said, she's the shit. She's also like really so fucking beautiful that it actually scares the shit out of us sometimes.

My son, Lazarus, is going on 17 months and he is such a ham child. He is just as awesome as his big sister, but in different ways. He is our hippie baby. First of all, I gave birth to him in a kiddie pool on my hands and knees in the middle of my fucking living room when we lived in section 8 housing [Okay, so maybe hippie/ghetto baby]. He is so calm and down to earth. He rocks our socks. He dances like a mixture of Johnny Cash and Elvis. He's got the biggest, brightest smile of any little boy I've ever seen. He's still my lil' boobie man, he loves his nursies and I am totally comfortable with him nursing until he feels he is ready to stop. That's what our tits are for people. Anyways, he's just a very chill little dude who never stops smiling. Sometimes it's a little creepy. Oh, and he went to an Opeth concert with us when he was 11 months old. The dude is fucking awesome, I'm just sayin'.

[yes I took this shit while he was playing... look at that intense look of sex. omfg he's so sexy to me :D] Now for the love of my life. The father who oh so generously gave me the other half of my kids. That's so weird to think that my kids were once half floating around in their father's ball sac. Wow. Anyways, I'm talking about Jeff. Or should I say, sex pot. I love this man. He's my strength when I am weak, this motherfucker keeps me going. He inspires me daily and I just plain love the shit outta him. He's so adorable and hey, he's good in the sack too. What can I say? And also, his last name is Sackett. So maybe that has something to do with it. I can't really be too certain. And now you've met my family. Congratulations!