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Considering a comback

So, hey. How are you doing?

Yeah, I know. It’s been a while.

I’m still not sure if I’m going to make a full return to blogging, but I plan to pop in now and then.

Things here have been…..well….they have been.

I’ve been nervous about coming back because I’m not sure what I want to put out there.

Nervous if I have it in me to try.

A friend from high school made me remember that courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.

So, perhaps tomorrow.


Trotting along

Someone had a blast last night!

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Three things I am happy about today:

1. I have consistently worked out for the past two weeks.
2. I realized I’m not quite as scared of the crazy freeways around here as I used to be. And…
3. I finally found a good radio station.


Yes, I will


I’ll take the dream I had last night,
And put it in my freezer,
So someday long and far away,
When I’m an old grey greezer,
I’ll take it out and thaw it out,
This lovely dream I’ve frozen,
And boil it up and sit me down
And dip my old cold toes in.


~Shel Silverstein, “Frozen Dream,”


Not enough

James Reeder has been charged with 37 years. Not enough. Not even close.

Becky has been charged also.

RIP Koralynn.



Bread! Milk!

Since moving to the northeast, I have learned of an activity that seems to be commonplace. A storm is forecasted, people rush to the grocery store.

Buy all the bread!

Buy all the milk!

Since this is my new hometown, and goodness knows I am trying to find my groove again, as soon as a storm was forecasted, I went to the store.

Why is that blog post worthy?

Because I challenged myself to smile, nod and/or say good morning to every single person I passed.

And I did.

I also learned from those I smiled at:

Smaller grapes are sweeter, the garlic in the produce section is over priced compared to the condiment aisle, there is a massive run on Pringles every time there is storm – but only at our store, there is a great butcher just up the road, and where to get the freshest milk and eggs.

Why do we not talk to or even smile at those we pass more often?


Get your groove on

It has come to my attention that some of y’all are worried about me.

I love that my friends care enough to check in on me when I have been a bit too quiet.

You guys are awesome!

The move has been rough on all of us, especially since it’s winter. Honestly, it just seems like there is waaaaaaay too much that needs done and not enough “me” to do it. We’ve been in the house 2 months and I’m still not done unpacking! I try to tackle one box a day, but I think they are reproducing at night. ;) I am taking things slow, perhaps much slower than I need to.

My lupus has been under control for a few months now and I am scared of throwing myself into a flare. Even on days when I think I could possibly unpack another box, I am stopping myself.

We are in a new place, trying to settle in and I NEED to stay healthy.

My new doctor asked me if I was depressed. I had to really think about it, but the answer was no. I just need to find my groove again.

And I will.




Blah, blah, blah

I have not been posting often because I don’t really have much to say.


Hopefully I will find my groove again.



Note to self: If you have a child who flips out when something is different, do not put the blue tabs in the potty. Especially after the child has gone to sleep. Because when that child soaks her bed at 3am, and you take her into the bathroom to clean up, all hell will break lose. Related: more coffee please.