you know it's been a long time since you accessed your blog account when you have to reset the password (after several failed attempts at remembering what it was). i have been waffling for months now about the blog--thinking perhaps it's just time to face the fact that i don't have time for it, don't need it, and should delete it. nothing has really changed--my time is sucked up by working and being a mom. but, i am in a perpetual state of a creative void and for now it feels like the only outlet i might have is this blog. i doubt i have readers left, although some of you tell me you drop in once in awhile to see if i've posted. you are more than kind. if i do i guess i owe you a little bit of an update on life huh? these days my life is about going to work (and while i am beyond grateful about having a job--it is mind numbing. i didn't think i'd miss writing for a living, and even though the word writer is in my title, it is a misnomer. i am a proof reader/copy-and-paster/grammar nazi) and shuttling the kids around. the boy is still oh so enamored with karate, and attends classes five days a week. the girl--who is doing so well in high school that it's hard to believe it was just last year that middle school created so much strife in her life--has a part in the school play. my little introvert is a theater geek--and i say that with respect, because that's what they call themselves. rehearsals every night for months now--the play is at the end of this month. the hubs started a new job in january. it is not a job he loves, but, he did it for the money, and to escape the hell-hole he was in. we have two years of my being unemployed to make up for--with a kid going off to college in three years and the next one a couple of years after that. there is lost ground to be regained--so--we are both in jobs that do not trick our triggers. ***post writing got sidetracked last night as i had to take the hubs to the ER. he was investigating why the motor in the fountain on the patio wasn't working right when he dropped the top part, and, rather than have it fall on the ground and break he caught it with his foot. i was certain he was going to lose the toenail (and still might) and possibly have a broken toe. we couldn't get the bleeding to stop, so off we went to the new hospital in town. they gave him numbing shots in his toe (i think i would have passed out if it were me getting the shots) and then they drilled holes in the nail to release the blood trapped underneath. not fun. dude thought he was going to get up at 3:45am as usual (yes, that's when he gets up now) and go to work. i texted his boss that he wouldn't be in today. i can't make any promises--i want to get back to writing...NEED to get back to writing. we'll see how this works.