oh hi. It’s me. Remember? Did ya even notice I wasn’t writing for a bit? Like a long bit?
I had some technical issues. Technically I decided to spend all my free time sleeping instead of writing this blog.
In defense of me, I have been sick. Is it a cold? Allergies? Who knows, and I’m certainly not going to a doctor to find out. To add to the fun, life has been a tailspin of activity.
But things are slowly unwinding. School is almost over. All major religious rights-of-passage celebrations have come to an end (for now). Work is still insane, but lately it’s taken a turn for interesting, which makes me less likely to daydream about being a coal miner (seriously. have you ever thought about it? Aside from the life threatening aspect – it sounds perfect. Solitary. repetitive. One singular goal. No need to shower in the morning. That’s my kinda job).
May was a blur, but it’s June 1st. Time to get back on the blogging horse. I can’t make any promises, I have to be honest. I’ve enjoyed sleeping.
Here’s some random pictures that could and should have been blog posts but I was in deep REM mode instead.
This post would have been titled: 17 years of marriage yo! See, child brides do make it work sometimes.
I would have called this post: I-know-you’re-obsessed-with-karate-and-doing-a-perfect-split-but-I’d-really-like-grandkids-someday-so-please-be-careful
The below photo was taken by my girl at a concert that she’d been waiting to go to for months. All her favorite bands were going to be there. It started at 1pm in an outdoor venue by the water. The day before the concert we found out that all the bands that she wanted to hear weren’t even coming on until 9pm. On a Sunday night. And the concert wouldn’t end until closer to 11:30pm. On a Sunday night. What happened next cleanly, swiftly and neatly explains how different my husband and I are, not just in parenting, but also down to our core.
When she told us her sad tale, my reaction was,” bummer. guess you’ll be missing all those bands since we’ll be picking you up at 7.” My husband’s reaction was,” ok. So I’ll buy a ticket and go to the concert with you so you don’t have to miss those bands.” WTF?
This post would have been called – Lucky Duck
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