So you know how sometimes you have the absolute best of intentions and you really, truly mean to start blogging regularly again, and then…
- You get really busy
- You get really lazy
- Shit happens
- You develop a new obsession that has basically 100% of your attention during your downtime
- You wind up posting a lot of stuff to Facebook because, dammit, it’s just easier
- Basically life just gets out a lead pipe and does a Tonya Harding on your metaphorical knee?
A combination of all of those is the reason I haven’t updated this blog in six months. I suck; we have established that numerous times over the years.
A lot has happened since last May, and yet a lot of things are the same. Because of reasons (see bullet point #2 above) I am going to give an itemized rundown of the highlights (and, let’s face it, lowlights) and hope to do better in the future.
- I am still a University of Oklahoma student. I took all my classes online this semester. This was a mistake. One “dropped for a W” class later, I’m just trying to finish the semester and get back in the classroom where I clearly belong.
- I tried, and failed, at field school this summer. The conditions were just too primitive and for too long a time. Everyone is probably laughing in their sleeves at me for even trying to go up there, being the Miss Prissypants that I am, but the way I look at it is, you never know until you try. Clearly I am not made for sleeping on the ground in a meadow of elk crap, peeing in a port-a-potty and not being able to wash my hands after. If that makes me a bad person, so be it. I am sorry I didn’t finish what I started but I have never once regretted quitting. I was absolutely not enjoying myself and the kids and I had a gorgeous summer once I got home.
- R. is still working six hours away. I am still here by myself with the kids all week. This is life.
- I have recently developed a new musical obsession, and since this is my blog and no one reads it anymore, anyway, I will come out of the closet with it and say it’s One Direction. Yes, I love a boyband. No, I’m not ashamed (98% of the time). Besides, you should hear their new album. Bubblegum pop, no more. It’s amazing.
- Did I mention Madalyn loves them, too? So my 13-year-old and I fangirl together over this band. You know what? It’s fun. Bite me.
- To that end, our goal this year is to see them in concert and meet them, if meet-and-greets are a part of their next US tour.
- The kids are good. I may not survive Eliza’s teen years, but I’ll have no one to blame but myself. Having a third kid was my idea, after all.
- I was recently struck with an unrelenting pull toward England. I mean, I’ve always wanted to go there, of course. But it’s suddenly become all too much. I need to go soon. And it looks like I may just be able to pull it off in 2014. I can scarcely believe my potential good fortune. And I can scarcely imagine how I will be able to actually get on the plane when I know I’ll be flying over water for like six hours. Valium, maybe?
- As I mentioned, the kids and I had a great summer. We were a month in California. We spent some time in LA. Eliza and I met Z Berg at her show in Hollywood, we went to some museums, and then we spent time with our cousins, which was an absolute joy. I even got to a Southern California beach for the first time ever. Madalyn did her usual basketball camp there that she loves, Johnny spent four days with his good pal, and we got up north a few times to see our friend Drew and his band play.
- We got back from California around August 7th, and on September 20th I turned around and went back out there again, this time by myself. It was only the second time since Madalyn was born that I’d gone out there without kids along. I had a fantastic, relaxing time. I was there on my birthday, and my mom and I went to a nice luncheon at an avocado farm on top of a mountain looking out at Morro Bay. That night, two of my longtime friends and former classmates and I went to our alma mater’s football game. It was the first time in ages I’d done anything for my birthday and it was quite special.
- As if that’s not enough California, we are slated to go there again for Christmas. It’s not entirely locked up yet but it seems that we will be able to make it happen.
- My resolve to remain pet-free lasted just over a year. We are now the owners of a new kitten. Her name is Hazza BooBear, and she is evil incarnate. Satan in a fur coat. Spawned in the fires of hell, etc. etc. I’m hoping she will grow out of it but, realistically, I expect we’ll be calling the My Cat From Hell guy sometime next year. She’s cute, though, and, by god, I missed having a cat around the place.
So there’s the rundown. Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, it won’t be another six months before my next post.