Oh wow. It's been a hot second since I've done this thing here. Blogging, that is; I still type every single day. I don't even know for sure why I'm here on this ole' blogger, typing words right now, except that "that feeling" to over-share struck me, and I think Ammon misses all that time I used to spend over-sharing every though and detail that runs through my head with anybody BUT him.
Poor guy. You should probably keep him in your thoughts. I talk his ear off constantly these days.
So what have you all been up to? Are you still out there in blogging land? I know that I wasn't the only one to walk away from the madness for a while. It became a lot of work to blog, read, comment, email, be thoughtful, sweet, witty, and occasionally send goodies to other people. And the texting... I am so sorry guys, it was when I became friends with bloggers and started texting with them that this all got too hard for me. I AM THE WORST at texting. It's kryptonite for me. If you've ever gotten a text from me, it's likely that you've encountered just how bad I am at this new communication form. And I'm not even sorry about it. That was a tangent. All of that was to say, that I get why we all started to blog differently, or quit doing it altogether. What was a fun way to connect with others became too much work.
So anyway, now that I've asked about you, let's get back to what this is really about - me. I would be telling a great big lie if I played it off that life has been sunshine and roses. Looking back on my last blog post, I can honestly say that this point in our lives, this last year has been pretty brutal on all of us. There have been some good moments, like me finishing up my Associate's Degree and starting on my Bachelor's, but there has been some super tough stuff too, stuff I just can't really talk about for all of the world to read, you know?
It's made it hard to come here and write about the highlights, because if I can't tell you about the really terrible stuff, my good stuff looks kind of pathetic and lame. Seriously. Like, the highlight of my day today was a joke that one of my co-workers sent me. You wanna know what it was?
Q: How many tickles does it take to make an Octopus laugh?
A: Ten tickles
I probably laughed for 5 minutes straight, and then I proceeded to tell that joke to 4 other people. Half of whom didn't even get it. This is what I'm reduced to, lame jokes that are appropriate to tell to a 6 year old.
On a high note, I did finally teach myself to crochet, and I have made some darn cute things in the process, including this bag for a coworker:
She is so in love with Wonder Woman, and I felt that it was only fitting that she have a Wonder Woman bag. Fun stuff. I'm pretty dang proud every time I look at the picture, it was one of those few times in my life where reality ended up matching the vision that I had in my head.
Also, we are t-minus 11 days from my first ever triathlon, and I'm scared out of my mind. I was doing fine until I went to go try open water swimming in a wetsuit for the first time, and practically drowned in chest-high water. Not so cool. At this point, if I survive the swim portion, I will literally feel like I'm on top of the world. Also of note, is that wetsuits are ridiculously hard to put on, especially if they're a little too small... a co-worker is letting me borrow two of her wetsuits (she is seriously the best person ever), but it turns out that she was at least 15 pounds lighter than I am right now when she was doing triathlons. Balls. It's a little touch and go right now as to if I'm going to have to man up and swim without a wetsuit, or if I'm going to be able to make one of them work. Maybe I'll be motivated enough to tell you all. I don't know, this could be a random, one-off blog post, not to hear from me again for 8 months. Crazier things have happened.
Speaking of crazy things, totally not pregnant. That is definitely a crazier thing. Alyx, who also used to blog came through here a few weeks ago with her kids, and we got to have dinner with them. Ammon and I seriously considered taking them off of her hands permanently. Since we're such good friends though, I decided to maintain the friendship and not commit a felony in kidnapping children that she was escorting over state lines. It was a close thing though, believe me.
Is this totally boring? Probably. Whatever. Thanks, if you read this far. You're super duper awesome, and thanks for not giving up on me.