I've been told I should resuscitate this old thing - kinda had forgotten about it, really. Found it by accident on Google the other day while looking for something else: the joke's on me...
Some things just refuse to die.
So much has happened since that last post - my life just suddenly exploded out of nowhere , I feel like a gored pinata that got thrown in the dryer and left to spin on high for way too long.
But hey! I'm alive and a big fan of change and adventures so let's get this thing going again and see where it takes us.
From farm to city,
from dog-mom to non-mom,
from wife to single girl,
from rubber boots to high heels,
from stability to utter chaos:
It has all happened since August 2015 and shit continues to happen on a daily basis, only the shoveling went from literal to figurative. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, blah blah blah, I still can't lift a dumbbell to save my life so screw you cheap quotes.
I'm a tired fighter, but fight I will continue to do as there's just no other option is there.
A long time ago, this was one of my favorite toys (I'm the short person):
I'm no diesel engine, believe me.
But I believe that I can.
And so I shall.