I'M BAAAAAACCCKKK!!!
Took a bit of a hiatus from things here because life just got crazy. Again. That and I needed a break from feeling as though I have to come up with content for this blog. I act like I post so often but goddamn even monthly was a lot. How do people do this for a living? I mean I guess if I got paid I'd be making my ass think of shit to post....Do people even actually blog anymore? Well, I was also the girl who french rolled her pants for a solid year after it became unfashionable, so...IDGAF.
So let's see...where to start? I'm now solidly in my new private practice and even hired someone. I don't think she's figured out the level of crazy she is involved with yet so I'm hoping to kind of ease her into it. I am still at my other place, mostly because I like my clients and my coworkers there, but also because it's currently a steady stream of income. I'm doing well enough that I bought an expensive vacuum cleaner vs the cheap one. But in the cheapie vacuum's defense, that fucker lasted over 14 years so yay for the Dirt Devil Jaguar?
Charles continues on his trend of being surgery free this year which is great. We also decided that we were going to re-side, re-roof, and re-gutter our house after some crazy wind storms damaged the old, really shitty siding. Let's just say, the roof and siding probably needed to be replaced the year before we bought the house and we just kept putting it off and putting it off because denial totally makes your problems disappear like Democratic votes in North Carolina. Let's also say that insurance sucks monkey balls and their decision to only pay for 2 sides of the house in the old crappy siding despite there being 3 sides damaged (or, at the cost of the old crappy siding) when all four sides of the house in newer, prettier vinyl siding was only slightly more ranks up there as a mystery of the times right along with who was Jack the Ripper and what was in the briefcase in Pulp Fiction. The house now looks amazing but dear sweet baby Jesus having those people here working on the house was incredibly anxiety provoking for me, and therefore terrible for Charles. We soldiered on through and have put off any additional house projects until next year because of the trauma.
Elizabeth, to my knowledge, continues to get through school without being a functional alcoholic or resorting to selling drugs. I like to think, though, that if she were dealing that she is smart enough to not get caught cause Mama didn't raise no fool. She completed her internship in New York City at a high end jewelry shop and really solidified for me that my baby girl is likely not going to stay in Ohio. Which, as much as that would suck monkey balls, means that I will get to travel to visit her. I am sure her boyfriend would LOVE having the mother in law come to stay.
Alexis continues to barrel on towards adolescence. She is excited for her 13th birthday, which means things like being allowed to wear makeup and sit in the front seat of the car. She does occasionally warily emerge from the
Charlie also continues to barrel through life head first, but that's nothing new for her. She decided to re-join the competition team this year, why, I don't know, but she did. She is dog-obsessed and once told me "if three dogs are good, mom, five are better." She has discovered YouTube and that her mother is incredibly mean and abusive and makes her do things like go outside to play and wear clothes without holes in them. She also tries to get me to play Roblox with her, which is incredibly entertaining for everyone who is not me. We really should video that shit and go viral, but I like my privacy too much. Just trust me when I say, it's super entertaining.
The animals are pretty much status quo, though Roman has decided that he hates all dogs not in his family so we have to work through that with him. I blame it on spending too much time with Charles, because that man pretty much hates anyone who is not family. The girls are trying to convince me to get a cat, but hell the fuck no because a.) Charlie's allergies, and b.) our last cat was psychotic and quite possibly plotting my death on the regular. The chinchilla is just kinda quiet, as are the rabbits.
Oh, and Delilah is perfect as usual. Duh. Gigi does not get nearly enough time with her, but Gigi and her mama are both incredibly busy.
So I guess this makes more than a tri-decadely letter. Fucking sue me. You'll get a house with really nice siding and that's about it. Oh, and crippling student loan debt. Enjoy!
Love,
Me
