Hey guys

First, Hubby let me sleep in while he watched the baby, and then I went to work and worked with some awesome ladies who always make me smile and laugh so I was like:

Then I found out that some of my other co-workers ( who we all dislike so it's not that big of a deal ) were talking bad about myself and my job performance ( basically they're jealous because I can cut my hours back and they have to work like slaves to our company). So then I was like:

Then I get leave work and head to Starbucks where I swear the conversation goes like this at the drive thru: 

Me: Uhm yea I need to get a medium blonde roast with two shots of vanilla and cream and sugar please.

Him: Uh....what size was that?

Me: Medium.

Him: What? 

Me: MMMEEEEEEEDIUUUUUUUMMMMMM

Him: OH you mean grande

Me: I mean medium. 

Him: $2.90 please pull forward

Here's the thing, I usually order it the stupid way it's "suppose" to be but I forgot this time that Starbucks thinks their so stinking special that they don't get to be called medium and small they get fancy frou frou names ( Italian I think....yet they began at a farmers market in Seattle, can you say pretentious!??) So I took my coffee that the dude probably spit in and headed home. I ate dinner and then I got to thinking. I haven't written a blog post in quite a while. I felt really, really, bad. I felt like I let you guys down.

So then I began to write something funny, informative, and awesome but I didn't get far and then I thought I shouldn't just not write anything so I figured I would let you guys in on the whole thing. I think I'm still sort of out of it, and it's hard. I feel like things are still crazy ( in a mostly good way) in my personal life and super crazy ( mostly in a bad way) with the world right now. I think I have a lot of praying to do, and I just hope that I can get back to writing and sharing my little world with you guys: the awesome people who still read this blog and continue to support me through this weird time. I heart your faces and you don't know what it means to me that you're here...reading this. If it wasn't so expensive and sort of creepy I would go to each of your homes and give you a huge hug.