You can't call it writers block when your days are one giant race against the clock. Right? AND I totally meant for that to rhyme. Block clock. Also, when you are not technically a writer. Gage? That was for you.
I've thought about updating the blog several times. I even got a new camera lens that I have used a total of 1 time. I blame the weather and our schedules. Since the entire mid-west is skipping spring this year, the snow in April has just been salt in our wounds.
Speaking of wounds, my bro is back at it. Remember this post: A Real American Hero? It's still my most read post to date. Well, he left again. Left his wife and 2 kids to fight for our country. Like any good ninja would. Pray for him, pretty please. Along with Betty, Pipsqueak, and Wittle Wyatt. He's missing my sister's wedding this summer and my cry baby self can only take so much. My siblings are stronger than me. They also cry slightly less than me. Slightly. Nine out of ten times, my tears can be ignored.
For example: If I cry because my son strikes out at bat, it's cool because I also cry when he gets a hit. They cancel each other out.
However, I'm sad my brother is called to action again even though I'm so proud of him. Those don't cancel each other out. Life is filled with emotions right now.
Since we're on the topic of emotions (and I'm having a hard time focusing), I took a road trip a few weeks ago with my mom and sister to see my grandpa who had a stroke last year. This is so far, my favorite picture of 2013.
Grandpa Jack, AKA Yackety Jack, face chatting with my brother. His only grandson that he has been begging to see for months:
|Grandpa says he's joining the Reserves WITH Tommy when he gets back. I had to write that down because I never want to forget him saying that. It kept me smiling for days.|
Even though the weather is telling me otherwise, the calendar says it's spring. That means Stella's birthday is creeping up and Summer is on deck. My mind is racing with birthday photo ideas and I'm leaving the iPhone in the truck. We're pulling the big dog out for this. I'm fighting the temptation to murder mother nature (who, BTW, can't possibly be a mother) and searching for joy in the very small glimpses of sunshine.
Proof that Spring is not giving up the fight with Winter:
Now, since I am guilty of only taking iPhone photos, let's play a game. It's called "which one of these people are ready for summer?"
Did the mohawk, flip flops, and swimsuit make it difficult to decide? It's okay. It was a trick question. The answer is ALL THREE!
I'm going to try to be a better blogger. I really am. I'm a sucker for memories and since I'm 7 years behind on my scrapbooks, everything is riding on this blog. Birthday's and Benefits are next!