True story.
You haven't seen or heard from me because I was kidnapped by this crazy thing called life. And I don't mean talk-to-yourself-in-the-grocery-store crazy, I'm talking axe-wielding-sociopath-stalker crazy.
It has been insane around here.
Hopefully in the coming weeks I'll get back to a regular writing and reading schedule.
I went to India. I came back from India.
I swore off dating. Then I got a boyfriend. [I am NOT going to win the lottery. Repeat: Not.Winning.The.Lottery.]
I started a college writing class.
My laptop died. Along with it all of the writing I had done since 2012.
There was a firework mishap that resulted in three stitches at the ER. Scariest mom moment ever.
My baby went off to summer camp.
I went to Tennessee for a week.
I did a 3 mile hike in the Smokies - half of it in the pouring rain.
I finished my first 5k.
Replaced the laptop.
I conquered my fear of power tools and finally put the handles on my built-in.
Painted 89% of my back deck (floor).
Made a bunch of soap.
Got a solid handle on my housekeeping. (Don't look upstairs.)
Started but haven't finished yet the youth group room at the new church.
Finished my college writing class.
I have two weeks until the CofC head off to school. Two weeks of absolutely nothing. Seriously, no one is going to kidnap these two weeks from me. If I'm doing something, it's what I want to do. I'm gonna read some books out on the deck. And go rollerskating. And work on my manuscript outline. And pull the weeds around my house. Tonight, I'm washing my floors. And I am so excited!
