Today is the first day of my 30 day blog challenge (that I’m, personally, extending to 60 days in order to have a break between posts). Let’s get started!
My birth name is Randi Danielle Bursby. I was named after my maternal grandfather (Spurgeon Randall “Randy” Hickman), who recently passed, as well as my maternal great-grandfather, Daniel Baca. Although Bursby is my maiden name, I’ve since been married and divorced, and kept my last name (Grimes) to match my son’s last name.
As previously stated, I’ve been married and divorced. We met when we were 13 and 14, got pregnant and married when we were 17 and 18, separated when we were 20 and 21, and officially divorced a year and a half ago. He’s a good father to our son, but he was not very kind to me in our relationship. He was an alcoholic, cheated on me during our entire relationship, and was extremely verbally abusive. Leaving was one of the hardest things I’d ever done, but was truly one of my proudest, most courageous moments.
Growing up, my childhood nickname was “Squirrel,” and to this day, I do not know why or how it came about.
I’ve battled with mental health most of my life, with diagnosed MDD (Major Depressive Disorder), Anxiety, PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder), and BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder). Most originated from my childhood surrounding issues with my father, and all escalated after being married to my son’s father.
Aiden Ray — my beautiful baby boy. You hear many people talk about how their child(ren) saves their lives, and I’m also here to admit that it truly applies to my situation, as well. Although I truly wasn’t ready to bring a child into this world at my age at the time, or with the person I was with, he truly came into my life when I needed him the most. Over the years, he’s saved me in ways I didn’t think was possible. He’s my world, and everything in it.
You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You’ll never know, Dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my Sunshine away.
My family is so incredibly important to me, and a huge part of my life. I’m an introvert, but spending time with my family is definitely one of my favorite things to do. With that said, my Mom is my best fucking friend, and I don’t know what I would do without her in my life. Since day one, she’s always had my back, been my shoulder to cry on, picked me up when I was down, taught me wrong from right, and never stopped loving, supporting, and encouraging me.
Since I was a little girl, I’ve loved singing, especially in the car on road trips. I don’t care if I’m any good or not, I’m going to sing my heart out as loudly as I want to.
My little family consists of my son, Aiden, my boyfriend, Austin, our puppers, Castiel (Cas for short), and I. Austin will be 32 years old in June, and three days after him, I will be 25 years old (7 years and 3 days apart). Austin, too, has a 6 year old son. Nathan was born on December 18, 2012, and Aiden was born on December 19, 2012. Cas was born June 5, 2018, and is a Husky/Wolf mix. Below is a picture when we first got Cas at about 3 months old.
I’ve always loved doing my makeup. With having anxiety, something about it just calms me down and focuses my mind. Bringing my ideas to life on my face, changing how I look by adjusting places I’m insecure, and learning new things, as well as achieving old ones I’ve struggled with, feels like such an accomplishment. It truly brings me so much happiness. My favorite part, but also my most dreaded (due to being uneven naturally, and being a perfectionist)? BROWSSSSS. Brows are life; no exaggeration. The perfect brows can frame someone’s face so well. It also brings the entire look together — full face or a more natural look.
Italian and Mexican food are my favorites, without a doubt. I can definitely overdo it, and put myself into a food coma. It’s just too good not to have it all, you know?
I’m big on grammar. Some of my biggest pet peeves are prolly instead of probably, pose to instead of supposed to, not knowing the different between there, their, and they’re, or especially defiantly instead of definitely. I don’t know why, but it bothers me so much.
My Papa was my father figure growing up because my father wasn’t really in my life. He taught me so much, lectured me when I messed up, loved me through some of my hardest times, and was always there for me when I needed him most. He was irreplaceable in my life, so when we lost him back in February, it was so difficult. My Mom, brother, and I were here with him as he passed. We knew it wouldn’t be long, but we honestly didn’t expect it to happen so soon. Watching him take his last breath was the most difficult thing I’ve ever experienced, but I’m grateful to have spent his last night here on Earth with him. The first few days were incredibly hard — making funeral arrangements, staying in his home without him here, realizing I’d never see him again, and more. But ever since those first few days, I’ve only cried 1-2 times. I’m aware how unhealthy it is, but I haven’t been able to, or allowed myself to grieve the loss of one of the most important men in my life. I don’t allow myself to think about him too much aside from a comment or memory here and there, because I know how deeply it will affect me if I let myself feel. Eventually, it will happen, but for now, I’d rather not think about how much I miss him, and deeply wish he was here with us. I’m not religious whatsoever, but I desperately want to believe there’s an afterlife of some kind so that I can be reunited with my Papa.
Music has always been a huge part of my life. Although country is my favorite, I love to listen to rock and rap/R&B based on different moods. Below are some of my favorites:
- Rascal Flatts
- Three Days Grace
- Demi Lovato
- Miranda Lambert
- Five Finger Death Punch
- Kevin Gates
- Trent Harmon
- Escape The Fate
- I Prevail
- The Weeknd
- Linkin Park
- Chris Stapleton
- Thomas Rhett
- Brett Young
- Sam Smith
- Cody Johnson
- Luke Combs
- Christina Aguilera
- Kelsea Ballerini
When my depression was at the worst it’s ever been for me, Sunrise by Our Last Night got me through, and helped me to push through one more day. It truly means the world to me, and I plan to have, “You can make it to the Sunrise,” tattooed on my rib cage.
Speaking of, tattoos and piercings are a deep love of mine. Below are the number of piercings and tattoos that I’ve had:
- Ears (double holes 12+ years)
- Nose (almost 9 years)
- Belly button (no longer have)
- Cartilage (no longer have)
- Breasts (3 years)
- Lip (no longer have)
- Septum (2 years)
- Tongue (no longer have)
- Son’s name and baby feet (right shoulder)
- Memorial for my paternal grandfather (right forearm)
- “I Love Him” (right wrist)
- Dragonfly & butterfly (left shoulder)
- Moon (behind left ear)
- Infinite strength (left wrist)
- Quote (back of left forearm)
- Family zodiac signs (under right breast)
- Skull (left thigh)
Tattoos and piercings make me so happy, and are therapeutic for me (even though I hate needles). I’d absolutely love to have sleeves, and more.
My first car was a 1973 Ford Maverick when I was 14 years old, and it was sold out from under me by my step-dad when he and my Mom separated. Since then, I’ve owned a 2005 Chevrolet Malibu Classic, a 2002 Chrysler Sebring, a 2007 Hyundai Azera, a 2014 Kia Forte (which I miss tremendously), and I’m currently the proud owner of a 2016 Jeep Renegade Limited. The picture below is one that I took of my baby on a background on a Sunday evening.
I was born and raised in Texas — Paris, to be exact. My first time out of state was when I was 18 years old and flew to San Diego for my (then) husband’s USMC boot graduation. We lived in Beaufort, South Carolina, for 3 years. I’ve also lived in Fort Riley, Kansas, for a short time, but have been back in Texas since 2015. I plan to stay in Texas to remain close to my family, but I’ve always thought about moving back to South Carolina someday.
Ideally, I would love the opportunity to work from home. With my mental health, it’s hard to find a company understanding of such issues. Some days are incredibly hard, and I truly don’t have the willpower or motivation to be at work and around others, but I know that if I don’t go, I risk losing my job and being unable to provide for my family. I’d love to see my blog become more one day, but ultimately, I’d just love to work from home and make my own schedule. It would help me, mentally, so much.
My favorite flowers are sunflowers (obsessed) and white lilie’s.
I’m sure this is common, but I hate taking medicine. Yes, I take medicine everyday, but I cannot stand doing it. Taking pills disgusts me for some reason. The thought of putting one in my mouth makes me nauseous. I’ll suffer with a migraine for hours before I’ll take a pill.
My boyfriend is my world. He’s my #1 fan, my biggest support, incredibly encouraging, always honest, loving, and there for me. I truly believe I’m the luckiest woman in the world, especially after the relationships I’ve had in the past. He’s my best friend, and I don’t know where I’d be without him.
If you’re still here, thank you for taking the time to read my long post. I hope you learned something new about me, and/or interesting, at least. What are 20 random facts about you? Comment the link to your post so I can read it.
Day 2 coming soon.