Wordless Wednesday

Six things I love about my husband

1. His voice.

2. How he holds my hand in public, and at the doctor and dentist when I'm scared.

3. The way he calls me baby instead of Ashlee, 99% of the time.

4. The fact that he can look at me and I can tell he loves me more than anything in the world.

5. The way he'll walk up behind me and say Hey Beautiful, and give me a hug.

6. Everything else that I can't list. I love everything about Justin!

When it rains..it pours

It's been a hell of a week here, money wise. Justin's paycheck was good. I didn't see any problems with the bills and all that, so I spent like 100 at TJ Maxx yesterday. What do I come home to? Messages from my brother, trying to scam me out of 45 dollars. Great, right? Apparently we borrowed money from them last week. Which we didn't, because 1. I didn't need any money and 2. he didn't have any money. They've been over here taking showers and all that because they were 3 months behind on their water bill. I gave them a box and a bag of food, because they were out and couldn't afford any. So how in the hell do I owe them money?! I seriously want to know this.



I'm so tired of shit...to be more clear, I'm so tired of peoples shit. I can not handle this right now on top of everything else that is going on. They wouldn't shut up, so I gave them the 45 damn dollars, so they would leave me alone. If I didn't there would've been big problems, because they would try to cause problems any way they could for me and my family. Not to mention they would probably tell my Dad that I owed them money (when I do not, I will say it again!) or some other bullshit, and that is just more shit that I don't need.



What the fuck is wrong with people? Cause it seems like everything and everyone is going crazy lately. I know one thing, I won't be helping my brother out anymore. I was in tears over the shit he pulled last night. I was so upset about it. It isn't the first time they have done some shit like this, but I won't go into the last time as it was 3 years (almost exactly) ago that it happened. I am so done with them this time, so done. I have come to realise that my relationship with my brother is a toxic one, well more so with his wife but since they're a package deal it's all the same in my eyes right now.



Is it wrong for me to say I hate people? Cause I really think I'm starting to.

You know what pisses me off the most?

About the whole Tasha/Brandon situation? That my son had gotten attached to her. He even says her name. He'll knock on her former bedroom door and yell Ashha Ta-ashha Ashha. This really makes me mad, because now I feel like they have hurt my son as well, because I can tell he misses her. I'd like to bitch slap the hell out of her for this. At least he's young I guess, but still. He'll never see her again, and I know it's for the best, but damn it...don't fuck with my child. I really feel like he got fucked over in all of this too, because she was really good with him and he would "flirt" with her and talk to her all the time, and she would hold him and stuff. Now he's like hey where's Ashha at. What a bitch. I know he's better off without that junkie trash in his life, but shit I feel bad about ever letting her stay now, because of how much Aiden liked her and how much he misses her. He looks for her around the house too.

The newest additions to the Browning Family

Coconut

Snowball

Them together at Sues house the night we got them

Coconut with Aiden




Aiden is already showing a preference for coconut, he loves her the most and plays with her the most. He likes Snowball too, but Coconut is his favorite for sure. They're so good with him, and he's doing surprisingly well with them too.

Wordless Wednesday

Trust is like a mirror...

Once it's broken, you can never look at it the same again.

I let a friend move in, well someone who I thought was a friend. She was a fairly new friend, but we got along marvelously. Justin has known her boyfriend for forever and a day, they used to be in a band together. I let them both move in, because her mother was an abusive drunk. So being the kind generous person that I am, I put a roof over their head. I took her to the grocery store with me to buy them food that they liked, cooked their meals and washed their clothes for them. I knew there was going to be a problem when they were fighting like cats and dogs. I don't like that shit in my house, Justin and I rarely argue and never around Aiden.

Fast forward a few days, and I'm missing 20 dollars and a lot of make-up. Weird, right? I thought so. I must have lost it, they wouldn't do that to me. Especially since her boyfriend made 15 dollars an hour. He didn't want to move out of his parents house though, so I didn't think it was weird that they didn't get their own place. After all she is 19 and still in cosmetology school. That's normal, right? WRONG!

I wake up one morning and all her stuff is gone out of the bathroom, living room and kitchen. So I go into her bedroom and a bunch of her shit is packed up. Weird. So I call her at her Dad's house. She's spending the night out to celebrate their anniversary. Okay, cool...except while I'm in her room getting the laundry I spot a clear empty pill capsule on the dresser and about 5 other little white pills in a prom glass. Okay, now that's weird I thought. I called my father in law who has just gotten off Oxycontin about 3 months ago and he stops by and looks at it. Yep...it's an off brand Oxycontin 20 and you have to take the powder out of the capsule to do it. So, now I'm thinking about it and I ask him how much they cost. Guess how much it is? I bet you can, if you think real hard. Yep, that's right 20 to 25 dollars. There is where my 20 bucks went. Bitch.

I confronted her about it. She gave me some sob story about how she wasn't addicted to anything, wasn't on drugs...how I wouldn't understand about her situation with her mom and how she was having a hard time right now. Okay, whatever cunt. At this point I'm not caring. All I'm thinking is...bitch has got to go.

I'm a mother, I think about my son first...ALWAYS. I can not have that shit around here. What if they left a pill out and my son got to it? What if someone knew they were on drugs and called CPS? The what if's are endless. So I kicked her out. I wasn't going to give her shit back until they paid me their half of the bills, but her Dad came to get it today, and I am just so done with this whole situation that I packed it all up and gave it to him. I am SO done. Over her bullshit and her drama. I don't need that in my life, and neither does my son. He deserves better than to be living with a bunch of junkie trash, and by god he will have better than that. I will not have people like that around him. Period.

They took most of my cigarettes as well. I'm so mad, I could chew nails at this point. She's such a pretty girl, and she doesn't look like someone who would be on drugs. She told me she was trying to have a baby and wanted to get married and all that jazz. She doesn't deserve to be a mother, because no child deserves to grow up in the situation that I'm sure hers would be in. I told her she needed to wait until they were more stable to try to have a child, have their own place, she was done with school. I could understand an accident, but TRYING. WTF?! She wasn't on BC and was charting her ovulation. I really hope she doesn't have a baby and bring a child into their mess.

I did at least 10 loads of laundry for her, and that is gonna jack up my water bill next month. I bet I won't see a damn cent from them either. It's so sad that this community has a drug problem so bad that people as young as her can have established drug problems with prescription pills.

Wedding anniversary

It's fast approaching. When I say fast, I don't mean in a few weeks, we're talking like in 5 days. That's right in 5 days my 22 year old ass has been married for 3 years! I'm excited.

When Justin and I got married I was 19 and he was 18, and 99% of people said we wouldn't make it past a year. So I'd like to give a big fuck you to those snarky jealous bitches right now. Justin and I have the kind of love that they write movies, songs and poems about. You can look at Justin and tell that he is completely madly and deeply in love with me. His own sister said that, before we got married. I love him so unconditionally that I do not for see us getting a divorce. Of course we fight, who doesn't? But it's never anything major and we work on our marriage, which I think is a major factor in most divorces. People think it's supposed to be easy all the time.

I guess it also helps that we grow together rather than growing separately or apart. I am so thankful to have him in my life. He is my main source of support, my lover and my best friend. He's everything. The total package. He's a good hardworking man, and an amazing father. Seeing him and Aiden together is like seeing love in it's purest form, it's awesome and heart warming. We get all of his attention and love.

More than that, he makes me feel special, beautiful, safe, secure, loved and just all around amazing. We're lucky to have him. He works his ass off to ensure that I can stay home to raise our children. He's definitely one of those very rare all around great guys. And he makes me laugh, which is a huge plus for me, we share the same sense of humor.

I can't wait to celebrate our 3rd anniversary together.

Lunch with a toddler

Mac & Cheese, baby!

An intro of sorts

This is my very very first blog. Yay, go team me, right?! All my TMS girls are doing it, so I figured what the hell a bitch might as well jump on board.

I am Ashlee, as the title implies. I've been a SAHM since 12-2-2006 and a full time wifey since 8-15-2005. I am madly in love with my husband and son, they're my world. I'm so not the Martha Stewart type, but I'm learning to cook and all that jazz so it's all good.

I have a bad potty mouth, and I will admit that I do love to say fuck...and cunt...a whole effing lot. It's not because I'm childish or immature, because I am an intelligent woman and my vocabulary can astound you at times...it's just that it's how I talk. Most people can deal. =)

I'm a country girl at heart, and I live in Southern WV and am very certain that I will NEVER leave the south. I can not be defined because I am my own person with my own style. I'm really chill. I've got a ghetto-rocker-country bitch vibe going on and at times I can be a little diva-ish, but it works for me. I'm opinionated and can be very passionate about certain things. I believe in having as small of a carbon footprint as you can have, and I love to buy organic and green products. I live for music and listen to ALL different kinds.

I guess that's enough about me for now...