One Year

It seems like it's been almost a year since I've blogged! Somehow, somewhere along the way I just lost my mojoe when it came to blogging. I use to love it. I've tried countless times to come here and write. In fact, I have countless posts saved but once I read them, I realized how depressing they sounded so I scratched posting them. But I realized something today. The point of this blog was to chronicle the life of my family. And that's not always going to be peaches and roses. So maybe if I just get the bad stuff out of the way, i can move on and get back to telling stories of my four year old screaming "damn it" from the bathtub and talking about poop. Besides, my bad is trivial in the grand scheme of things. So many people have it so much worse.

So on with the show! What I mean by the title of the post is simple. It's been one year since we moved into our new house. Our house that has definitely become our home. A lot has happened since moving here. Some good and some bad. Among the good I like to count the new neighbors and friends we have made since moving here. I'm so thankful to have some of these people in my life. I'm also thankful to have reconnected with old friends. Since moving here, Little Bit moved up two classes at school. Next up, Pre-K! Reggie the cat joined our family and life with a cat has been interesting. The hair! God the puffs of hair I find in corners and on the steps! And Miss Stella came along in August.

But unfortunately there has been a lot bad. We lost our sweet Oscar the Boxer boy in July. I don't think we'll ever quite get over that one. We still field questions from Little Bit. She declares constantly that she misses him and that it's been a long long time since she saw him.

I was diagnosed with melanoma, otherwise known as skin cancer and I'm looking at a surgery and possibly worse if I don't get the all clear from the tests. The words "no more tanning bed" scare me. There's nothing ickier in my shallow world than a tubby pasty me! But the words "possible chemo" scare me even more.

Tax season is back in full swing. And I don't think anyone quite understand how much that effing sucks. It stinks only seeing your husband who does A LOT a total of about 3 hours out of the day and one of those hours includes getting ready to head out the door in the morning. But as the Pioneer Woman quotes frequently on her blog per the good mafia wife, "this is the life I have chosen." HA! But Soph and I miss him terribly. I despise not being able to sit down at the dinner table together every evening.

And that new puppy. The one who helped to heal the gaping hole in our heart from Oscar the Boxer. She has a terminal kidney disease. No one can really say when she'll have to leave us but unfortunately it will be sooner rather than later in terms of having a pet. One vet says probably a year. I'm such a glass empty kind of person that I can't help but think of the end point. Of having to rip back open that wound that hasn't even quite healed the whole way. The questions again. The impossible answers. And just the general underlying sadness of the whole ordeal. We'd like to think that Stella was given to us for a reason. But reality tells keeps slapping us in the face reminding us that shitty things just tend to happen. Maybe it's karma and I need a list like Earl.

So on that note, I'll go ahead and cut this short so I can get back to regular scheduled programming. On a good note, the last season of Lost is on and it rocks! Tons of my friends are pregnant so there are lots of new babies coming this way in the fall. I have a sorority reunion in April. I'm the proud owner of a Bear Grylls fleece thanks to my awesome and thoughtful husband's Valentine gift to me. Nothing says I love you like a guy who eat maggots and grubs for a living. And Little Bit's princess birthday is coming up in a few weeks. So we'll just keep on keeping on.