I, too, like several of my friends, have wanted to start blogging again for a while now. I just haven’t been able to find the inspiration to start back up that wouldn’t result in my sounding like the whining, nagging crazy lady from down the street. You know the one, fourth house on the right, she chases the kids out of her yard because they’re killing her grass and her idea of a solution involves fishing string, good homeowner’s insurance and a damn great attorney… yeah..her. I don’t wanna be her. Or at least, I don’t want all of you to relate me with her.
Fact is, life has been freaking unreal these last few months. With the birth of Stinky Gringo Pete (as my husband dubbed him earlier today) I have realized that my life is pretty much not my own anymore. With the girls at 11 and 16, we had really gotten accustomed to doing pretty much whatever we felt like, when we felt like it. Now, all that shit takes planning; gone are the days of the spontaneous movie or 11pm grocery run.
Except for the birth of my son, 2010 pretty much sucked ass. In January I was laid off from my job that I didn’t care for, but I liked the people I worked with (some of them, anyway) and I definitely liked the steady, reliable income, even if it wasn’t as much as would have liked to have been making. Ray changed jobs in September after something like 13 years at his previous job, and I admit it was nice to have the extra income the new job offered. But then he was laid off, right before Christmas, and, as the primary bread winner for the family, that pretty much sucked the big one right there.
On the other hand, the birth of my son, my youngest daughter’s realization that she in fact did NOT hate her brother, and becoming almost entirely out of debt, except for the house note, Ray’s truck note, and my student loan, were some seriously KICKING parts of 2010. Like, totally awesome, even.
So far, 2011 has not been that great either. Oldest daughter had a car accident before we made the 2nd payment on her car, that was $10K worth of damage. Ray still isn’t working, which means no health insurance for us, and Stinky Pete can’t seem to stay away from ear infections (further complicated by the fact that he seems to have a penicillin allergy). I know I have done some stupid and crazy shit in my life and this is probably karma biting me in the ass, but really? When does it let up? Because me? I am SO done with the negative crap for a while.
So there it is, pretty much the update of my life up to now. I look forward to seeing ya’ll pretty little ip addresses on my blog ip tracker again, you’ll know where to find it, at the fourth house on the right.
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“You were born an original. Don’t die a copy.” – John Mason