I'm Such a Mess.

So today two of my friends came to visit me and Declan. They're getting married next month and I am SO ecstatic. Sarah was my roommate for a semester in college and she had to put up with me and my mess.

I'm a messy person. I love to say I'm organized, and I am, when it comes to important things like work and appointments; however, when it comes to real-life stuff like being neat, clean, and orderly, I suck. I suck real hard. I couldn't keep my room clean to save my life. Hell, my boyfriend has even told me we would always be in a relationship until I got my act together and became a neat person. To this DAY I'm still a mess. Either:

A) I don't want to get married or

B) I'm just naturally a messy, chaotic person and I can help it as much as I can avoid cheese.

For those of you who don't know me: Cheese= the reason I'm not a vegan.

To be completely and utterly honest, I'm not sure if it is A or B. Marriage is such a big decision and I don't know if I'm ready for it.

But wait! Before you all cry, "But you have a baby!" I want you to remember this: He was unplanned. You PLAN a marriage. You don't wake up one morning with a groggy memory of a chapel, a white dress, and a marriage certificate. Unless, of course, you're Britney Spears.

Getting married is a much bigger thing than I think it is and it scares me. It terrifies me. Marriage is so big I can't even comprehend the idea of spending the rest of my life with someone. It's almost the same way I think about death. Death is so final. Marriage is fairly final too, at least to me. I want to be married once, that's it. There is an enormous amount of pressure on me to get married (I feel) because I already have a child with the man I am in a relationship with, so marriage is the next step, right?

Tradition is a bunch of bullshit. Tradition says marriage, then babies. I've already done the untraditional thing by having a child out of wedlock. Why try to forge a traditional path at this point?

Like I said, I'm a mess. Bare with me on this one.

An Introduction

So I did it.

I finally broke down and joined Twitter.

I'm not sure what I could possibly "tweet" that would be interesting enough that people would want to read, but, their call really, not mine. People seem to think they have such interesting lives and I'm not sure mine is that interesting.

Okay, so maybe it's slightly interesting. I'm 23, live with my parents, my siblings, and my 5-month-old son, Declan. I graduated with a degree in economics, and I'll be damned if I don't use it in my everyday life. I even integrated it into my blog: Mamanopoly. Declan only has one Mama, so DEAR GOD do not parent my son or tell me how to do things or I'll kick you ass faster than the chicks from Rock of Love Bus can down a bottle of tequila.

I'm not politically correct. Deal with it.

I'm going to try this blogging thing as well. I'd love to be able to look back on my son's life and say, "See! Mommy did love you! She paid attention!" and be able to say, "On April 25th, 2009 you wore your first pair of jeans." Which is true, by the way. He inherited his father's ass which is a fantastic quality that I hope all girls appreciate later in life. Of all the things Declan got from his father, his ass would probably be one of the better qualities. Let me back track and say that he has other qualities that Declan inherited that are just as nice, but hot damn. Nice ass.