Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Ask & ye shall receive

This afternoon, I received a message from a mom/friend (meaning, we have hung out once in real life, but our paths cross every day via our local-ish Facebook Mom's Group). Her message urged me to start a blog so she can read it (something very graciously along the lines of my posts are usually so relatable...huge, huge compliment).
I wanted to write back, "Be careful what you wish for," but thought better of it & sheepishly/enthusiastically shot her a link to...this.
I warned her it's been nothing but crickets the past few months.
This year has easily been the most quiet on the blog-front since its humble little inception nearly 8 (EIGHT) years ago.
I wish I could say I've been too busy riding/traveling/wrangling kids/having adventures to write/blog; the truth, conversely, is that I haven't been too busy doing much of anything.
My two year-old purposely took a header/jail break out of her crib a few weeks ago, so we went through the inevitable big-girl-bed transition. 
I can happily report she hasn't yet discovered that her door is unlocked and she could potentially help herself to an entire stick of butter, mommy's variety pack of 24 brand new Sharpies, every roll of toilet paper in the house, or any other manner of off-limits stuff while the rest of her family sleeps.
So, there was that.
What else has been keeping me not busy?
Fourth Grade.
I hate Fourth Grade. Like, hate hate.
Fourth grade can eat a...
Nevermind, that's a little inappropriate.
I hate math homework, I hate wrinkled papers, I hate online assignments when the wi-fi craps out, I hate excuse forms that I forget to fill out, I hate conferences and e-mails about my son's inability to remember his "basic facts," I hate the whole lunch money/cafeteria situation (seriously, where does my cash go? I send him with a FIVE DOLLAR bill for pizza and he comes home like, "Pizza was good, but I owe money")...
Do you know how many pairs of outgrown shoes I yardsaled for that five dollar bill?! (Yardsold? I digress)
So, I'm not a fan of fourth grade.
I was all pumped to be super involved and organized and generally just on it this year, but then my mom had to go and die and RUIN everything...
(Relax...I'm kidding, I'm kidding...I love my mom and miss her every single day and no, I don't blame all my laziness and shortcomings on her untimely death...I mean, come on. Everyone knows I was scatterbrained while she was alive)
And that's about it.
Kid stuff...lots of kid stuff.

That was easy.
There's more.
I'll save it (wink wink).


Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Still here (just not *here*)

I've been drawing a lot more than writing.
My Prismacolors are getting worn down to stubs.
Those bitches are expensive!