Break

I've been taking a break. I have no idea why. I love blogging, I like getting my thoughts out there. I like reading other people's blogs, but I just haven't been feeling it lately. The past few months have been rough around here. Lots of sad personal news to begin 2012. A few family friends have passed away in quite tragic ways. I'm having a hard time keeping a grip on reality through it all. It seems so unfair to have bad things happen to such good people.

I get the whole "God only gives us what we can handle" thing, and I'm sure that's comforting to some. Not so comforting to me. I know my family/friends are strong. I know they will get through it. I just feel bad that they have to. It sucks, plain and simple.

On a happier note, there have been many birthdays that we've celebrated in the past couple weeks,and will continue to celebrate a few more for the next couple weeks. That's always fun.

John & I both got tattooed last night, which was interesting. I haven't gotten tattooed since a month before my wedding, so it had been nearly 4 years. I was too nervous to commit to anything on my "naked" arm, so I decided to just do a tiny bit of filler work on my other arm. I had a space about the size of baseball just under my armpit to fill in, and a finger long gap on the backside of my arm which will eventually blend into my shoulder cap. So, I decided to attack the baseball sized area, figuring it was small enough that it would be quick & I could handle it. Getting tattooed sucks. I was painfully reminded last night. Luckily, it was only about an 1.5-2 hours of needle-to-arm action. I am looking forward to working on a less sensitive part again! Wrists, elbows & armpit regions are no fun. I did come away with a rose that looks like it's been there all along. It's perfect and I love it.

I am having a tough time getting into the swing of things this semester, and my internship hasn't even started yet. I need to get my butt in gear. I just need to power through tax season, and then everything will be much easier.

Oh, also, I am running for an elected town office. While that sounds all scary and super "adult", I'm only running to be a Town Meeting Member. I don't even know if I'll be able to get the 30 signatures on my petition to be put on the ballot. I want to become more involved in this community. I need my voice to be heard, and I am sad that 99% of our TM members are old enough to be my grandparents. Don't get me wrong, those people have earned their seats and their opinions are just as important as my own. However, I feel that young members of this community need to step forward and have their voices heard as well. We will eventually be"taking the reigns", and I'd like to be well prepared for that day. We'll see how it goes.

Lastly, we signed Lucas up for the town's public preschool lottery yesterday. John & I walked into a giant high school building with our little guy and signed him up for preschool. Where the hell has the time gone? I wanted to break down crying.  I just gave birth to this little guy. He just took his first steps and uttered his first words. He just started putting sentences together. Oh yeah and recognizing letters and numbers. And sounding out words. Ok, maybe he is ready for preschool, but I'm not.

Sorry for the word dump. Just wanted to get it all out there. Maybe I'll get back into the swing of things with this blog. Maybe I'll fall off the Earth again. Who knows.