This is Brody, everyone say "Hi!". Brody was born on January 22nd of 2011, he's possibly the happiest guy and the guy who keeps a smile on my face everyday, besides Seth. I kind of began writing this blog to document him growing up, and so I would never forget the simple little things he does, has done, etc, to keep a smile on my face.

 And this is Brody's daddy, Seth. Seth and I have been together for three years this coming August, no we're not married and nothing conventional about our relationship. We don't live together and we have our fights. But, we have a better standing than ever..along with someone keeping us even more together than before, Brody.

This is the beginning of our summer, between working myself and Seth going through the motions with different sherriff departments, this is how we've been spending our summer. Along with our friend Jordan, with the biggest drama we've faced in awhile hitting us a few weeks ago..we decided to keep her around at least. - Some reason, I've never been the best person at picking out friends but Jordan is just such a sweetheart and just..someone who wants to hang out with you, wants to spend time, and well, I don't like getting to the mushy stuff. But, I throughly enjoy her company. Seth does too, I can say that's a first for one of my friends. He's never seemed to like any of them except for Jordan. Otherwise, I haven't been working as much, season has slowed and I've been at home with Brody most of the time. We've had quiet days, playing and doing a normal routine. Everyone wanted to tell me how hard it was going to be to be a mother. Sure, it puts a financial burden on you, but it's worth it, every smile that he gives me I'd work twice as hard to give him everything to give him everything he needs and extras materially. It kills me when I go to work, I'd rather be home..but it comes to a point in your life where you realize..you have to do, what you have to do.

Clearly, we've been spending a lot of time swimming at Jordan's, salt water pool = win! 

I was relatively bored today, and decided to do that whole tag on Tumblr "#whatsinmybag", this is what I came up with. 

Rayban Wayfers, purple lighter, tan flower headband, silver and diamond pyramid stud cuff, pacifier (life of a mother), Bent Pine name tag, keys and my wallet along with two credit cards, Oh So Carmella by Benefit perfume, Great Lash mascara, Elf bronzer, Elf concealer, Eyeshadow brush, tweezers, Elf eyeliner, Burberry glasses and case, Degree deorderant, Hello Kitty sticky notes, bobby pins

And, I'm off to bed.

faq

What does the name "Roya" mean?
I commonly get this, so before we go any further. It means "sweet dream" in Persian.

Are you Persian?
My father is from Iran, along with my whole side of my father's family. I was given the name Roya after his cousin who was martyred during the Iranian revolution in the 70's 

How old are you, how old is your son?
I'm 20 years old, well, this upcoming July 2011 and my son is currently 4 months old.

What's your son's name?
Brody

Why do you have so many tattoos, aren't you afraid of what people think?
Actually, I couldn't care what people think about my beautiful tattooed body. Not saying I think my body is beautiful, it's a day to day struggle on that one. But, I feel that your body is just a blank canvas waiting for you to cover it with artwork. Every tattoo I have means something to me, no matter how dumb you may think it is. It's a part of be, and it's just putting my life story (so far) into pieces of art.

I hated you in high school, life in general, why is that?
I can give you the most honest answer nowadays, I will be the first to admit I wasn't the nicest person and I was very stand-offish towards people. I don't know if I was just to shy or I just kind of gave off the 'don't fuck with me' vibe. I never seemed to mash with anyone truly in high school and I don't let people into my life easily. I'd rather discard people, I'm really not what rumors or anyone thinks. The people who have been around me, and aren't there anymore usually just made me more intolerable to society, that's why I simply keep to myself recently.

Do you drink or do drugs?
Contrary to what has been said about me, yes there was a point in my life I partook in a lot of recreational drug use (Marijuana) but I don't anymore. I don't take any type or form of drugs, and I drink occasionally but, honestly more than 2 drinks is enough for me.

Where are your favorite places to shop?
Recently: Gap, Target, thrift stores/consignment shops and occasionally Hollister
Jewelry wise, I stick to either things my mother has made or for whatever reason, I really love American Eagle's jewelry recently

So, what race are you?
I'm biracial., black and white. I was adopted at birth by my mother and father, probably why I look so much different than my family, haha.

Adopted? Do you know your biological parents?
I only know my biological mother, and yes I do keep in contact with her. Yes, adopted. There is no shame in me about being adopted.

Where is Iran, do you speak their language?
Next to Iraq, might wanna google a map to figure it out. But, I understand Farsi fully, will you hear me speak it? No. I slightly keep it a secret that I understand or if I wanted to speak it..since my family sees me as a black sheep.


And, I can't think of anymore questions to answer..so far.

about

I'm Roya and I don't think I've had an "ordinary" life of a "teenage" girl, well, maybe more common nowadays.

I am a (technically, in a few months) mother, no I don't have any fancy degrees or any super special skills. I work as a server, far from glamourous. Even though I'm a mother, I still live with my own, until circumstances change, in a tiny beach side town in Florida. Between the time of being a mother, working, and the occasional cleaning, I spend my time with my son and his father, Seth. Yes, through rocky roads we've been together for three years this coming August. He is my rock, believe it or not.

I have a strange facination with watching as many as documentaries about religion, jails, law enforcements, drugs, and fashion. I'm no saint, I'll be the first to tell you that, I've been like every other person if they admit it or not. I've done things I regret, wish I could take back, but I throughly believe in the saying "everything happens for a reason".

I've had this idea for years to write a blog, where just maybe someone could relate and possibly learn from my victories and mistakes. It's just somewhere for me to write the day to day excitement of being a mother (yes, there are downfalls), rant about whatever, share my love for my strange mix of music, photos, and my love for fashion.