I once blogged …

… a lot. All the time. About all kinds of things. It was pretty funny, and some people have been so kind as to email and say I’m missed. I call “Bullshit!” but, then again, I’m not overly gracious.

I’ve missed the blogging. My life has exploded and I do need a place to empty my head. For the very first time in my life I think I may be getting depressed. That chills me. I have a 4 year old. A husband. A new job that I love and it’s virtual. That’s great because if I can get my shit straight on the phone, no one can tell I’m in the same sweats for 3 days and haven’t showered in longer. Yeah, we’re all starting to worry around here. Luckily there are bouts of ‘totally okay’ so I’m hopeful.

So, here I go again. I’m gathering the other stories into my anthology. I want to put pictures with the tales and give them to my darling girl in the future. Maybe to my mom to explain things. Maybe not.

I’d give you a histogram of my present battlefield of disasters, but it bores even me. So, I’m going to wade in. Just write. It’s helped in the past … My kid gives me tons of material that needs to be captured. My husband is at once the most wonderful thing ever to happen in my life and in danger of being clubbed with the back end of a hammer. So, pull up a chair. Look at how totally fucked I am right now and rejoice in your normalcy. Just don’t leave mean comments or a kitten will enter heaven early, and it’ll be on *your* head.