It's my life right? That's what I used to think. Technically, I guess it still is my life only it's kinda been hijacked. I love my family, my husband, my kids, my friends, my neighborhood and my life. I am BLESSED. Yet I still need an outlet and this is it. When I am mad, I write about it. When I am happy I write about that too. And in the end I usually laugh about the past and the post. My kids have taken over my time, my money and my heart. It’s just what happens.