Saddles Aren't That Big a Deal, Right?

I’m Back.  I wish I could tell you I had won the lottery, went on an overseas adventure, or was abducted by a traveling circus. 

 I am glad to tell you I did not come down with a horrible disease, experience a tragedy or lost my memory.

 

I just had a little “me” hiatus.  I was starting to feel obligated to come with up something witty when I didn’t feel witty. My goal of the blog was to always be positive, and to watch what I was saying because people I know actually read this thing, and I don’t ever want to seem ungrateful for everything I have.  So when I felt this pressure to write, I stopped writing.  

In some ways, I would agree that I have ostrich tendencies.  When I want to, I am really good at burying my head in the sand until whatever is making me feel uncomfortable goes away……

The good news is that I want to write.  Some really bizarre things happen to me and if I don’t at least put them down somewhere, those things might never have actually happened, right?  For example since I have been gone this is what I didn’t get to talk about:

My Fight With a Rubic Goldstein Machine. (Yeah, I had to google it too before we got intimate with each other…)

My new 4am waking hour and how I get myself to actually get out of bed.

I thought the hubby had a heart attack which was really dramatic of me since he was really just locked out of the building I thought he followed me in to. We might need therapy since I didn’t notice for 40 minutes.

I got to experience throwing up and a two month cold, UP CLOSE and PERSONAL, in a mere three months and I am NEVER sick.

I have discovered that I am hiding from reality in the form of PINNING.

My daughter and I were members of a sewing club – for two weeks.

The kids got glasses, and I was scolded for not knowing my kids needed glasses.  In the middle of a blizzard. ( I threw the Blizzard in there b.c while the snow literally POURED from the sky, I pictured making a snowman out of the Eye Dr.)

My High School Alma Mater was the site of the Chardon School shooting. This one kind of knocked us all for a loop.

I ate pancakes every Sunday in the month of March at a different location in my town and strangely enough found it was a whole to new way to re-connect with the hubby. Who knew pancakes could be so romantic??

I deleted 5 other events for the following reasons: 1. You would think I was a bad parent.  2. I would embarrass my kid.  3. Too Boring and I’m trying to remove my boring label. 4. Too good for one or two sentences – I need a full post about THAT one.

With that said, I’m back.  I may not be worth it, but I’m back.  For those of you who wondered and asked,

 – THANK YOU, it meant a lot to know you were looking for me.

Stay Tuned for revealing, embarrassing, hopefully funny, positive, posts coming to a screen near you…