Monday, March 23, 2015

Making A Liar Out Of Myself

You guys know I'm all talk and little action at this point, right?

Remember how I so boldly announced back in December that I missed blogging and that I was making a comeback?  That I was going to revisit this page and regularly update all of you patient people who are still visiting this dusty little corner of the internet?  You are all so sweet to hold on to the chance that I might actually make good on that promise so first let me say thank you for believing in me.  And secondly, you're all fools for thinking I was actually going to follow through.

But here I am three months later, with very little to say sadly.  I'm trying to make sense as to why blogging is so much harder than it used to be.  Is it lack of motivation?  The absence of free time?  A depletion of "blog worthy" moments in our lives?  An attempt to protect the privacy of our daughters now that they're old enough to read and comprehend all that I put online for the world to see?  An ongoing Netflix addiction from one full series to the next?  It's probably a combination of all the above plus some.  Almost eight years of doing anything can lead to burnout, and although in many ways we have more free time now that we did when the girls were little, I'll admit that having The General at home with us at night (as opposed to his work schedule when I first started blogging) definitely cut into my prime blogging time.  The girls staying up later at night is also a major culprit.    I have a hard time getting into the flow with the Full House theme song blaring in the background.  Man, do I miss those 7:30 pm bedtimes!  There are certainly still ridiculous things done and said in our home, but maybe the frequency is less and those moments are a slightly less hilarious and a lot more eye roll worthy now that the girls are older.  As for Netflix, while I won't apologize for any of it, clearly our binge watching of Sons of Anarchy, Dexter, New Girl, House of Cards, Orange is the New Black, and all the other network television series currently waiting on our DVR does not help the creative writing process.

I think the biggest issue for me has been a subtle attempt to protect the girls now that they are older.  What was funny once is still funny today, but their responses to hearing that it has been shared with a wide (humor me) audience come with some mixed reactions.  I've thrown around the idea of making this space private for this very reason.  I have used - and loved - this blog as a journal for their lives, and I don't want to lose that outlet.  I want to remember the details of conversations I have with the girls to relive with them years from now (see:  THE Talk, a story which will remain private for now but trust me had its very hilarious and cringe worthy moments that blog readers would revel in), and for me this is one of the greatest spaces for doing just that.  On top of this privacy issue, the retellings of some of these events are so much more complicated than they used to be.  A conversation with a three year old is a much different experience than a conversation with a ten year old and sometimes it just doesn't translate as well.  Facebook is probably a little bit to blame too.  Little snippets or cute pictures that I would have run to this space to share now get thrown up in seconds via my Facebook Machine (or iPhone, depending on whether or not you're asking The General) to one of a variety of my social media outlets.

Anyway, I'm realizing now that this post really has no purpose other than to alert you that I am indeed still alive, that I am harboring a significant amount of guilt for not making good on my promise, and that I still have all the best intentions to use this space as a diary of my life - past, present and future.  I tried this before and if I didn't have the last two episodes of Dexter to watch tonight I might make the effort to search for it, but let's just start fresh here.  Give me a theme. Pose a question.  Provide me with a jumping off point.  What should I write about?  What should I share?  Where should I take you with my words?  This rusty blogger needs some inspiration!

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Pictoral Year In Review

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May you all have a safe and very happy New Year, and may the good fortunes of 2014 continue into 2015!



Tuesday, December 30, 2014

2014 Christmas Roundup

I'm sitting down to write this post just as I've put away the last of the Christmas decorations.  They're still sitting in numerous Rubbermaid containers out in the garage, but from any point in the house I can't see them and to me that means they're put away.  My garage is like Monica's closet - a dirty secret of filth and disorganization. I don't know if it was the mild December weather, the late Thanksgiving, or just the speed of life itself but it seems like Christmas was here and gone faster than ever.

Christmas One:  The Old El Paso

Or first Christmas celebration took place at my mom and dad's house the Sunday before Christmas.  It was a low key event minus the drama that is sure to surface anytime you are in the vicinity of a three year old.  Elaina was ecstaic to receive her second and longed for American Girl doll, and McKenna is anxiously counting down the days until her theater night with Gramma, Papa, and The Beauty and the Beast.  There was also fun with photo props and Minute to Win It games courtesy of my dad's creativity.







Christmas Two:  Christmas Eve at One Carbon Hill

Appetizers as a meal, wine a plenty, snuggle fest with little Oakleigh Paige, and post dinner entertainment courtesy of McKenna on the clarinet, Van on guitar, and Elaina on vocals.  What more could you ask for?






Christmas Three:  To GG's house we go

Christmas morning started with present opening (and an unexpected second round when it was discovered that Santa left/forgot a few of Elaina's presents in the garage) and followed with lunch at GG's house.  I managed to get the whole family to willingly pose for for some Christmas Day photographs before we left, a true Christmas miracle.









As much a tradition as hanging stockings, we've also continued our impressive streak of Christmas illnesses.  True to form, Elaina started complaining of feeling warm and having a sore throat mere minutes after opening her presents from GG.  Both girls were down for the count by early evening, but luckily it appears that it was short lived allowing The General and I to FINALLY attend the Tru Stories Day After Party together.  Good times!


Christmas Four - The General's Family Christmas

Saturday we celebrated the last of our family Christmases.  The kids retreated to the basement and were barely seen (seriously, we had to finally call them upstairs to open presents before they started falling asleep for the night), the food was as always plentiful and delicious, trivia games were played and argued over, and technology was utilized to keep all quarantined family members actively involved.






I was reminded once again how lucky I am to be surrounded by the love and friendship of an incredible family during this Christmas season.  The traditions and memories shared during this time of the year makes all the stress of the season worth it one hundred fold. 

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