Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Where, oh where has my little June gone?

I have been...well...distracted. By, you know, life and stuff.

When I first started this blog, I was having what I guess I would call a bad marriage moment. We all have them, don't you go telling me you don't, but everyone does. If you think you don't you're lying to yourself. Everyone has problems. It is how we choose to react to those problems that defines our character.

In the fall, my husband travels. A lot! And it's hard, you know. And while he's gone, I get lonely, then sad, then totally and completely PISSED OFF!

Well, he's been home now for a month. And I haven't been blogging because I have been basking in wedded bliss. Now, I'm totally madly in love with my husband, and of course with Santa's elves peeking in the windows at any given moment, my children are perfect little angels, and I'm totally in love with them!

For now.

My husband leaves again next Tuesday. I know, right before Christmas! Well, of course it's college football bowl game time, so he HAS to actually GO to the games. I even offered to throw a giant man party, and have all of his stinky buddies over to watch the games, but NO. He has to GO to the games. So, we'll see how I feel about him next week.

And of course, by next Friday afternoon, after the munchkins score all of their loot, they'll turn back into rotten, good for nothing, spoiled brats. So, we'll see how I feel about them after that.

But for now, I'm blissfully happy, enjoying the holidays, and I just wanted to write a token, happy, post, to let you know I'm still alive.

Merry Christmas!


  1. I am glad you are posting again. I am a follower from MBC. I love your blog!!

  2. You know, I was wondering. I thought we had something and then BAM! you vanish off the face of the earth. No calls, no posts...sigh.

    I'm the same way. I don't like my husband much in the winter. I'll spare you the details, but he delivers propane to the oil wells which means he's on call 24 hours and day and usually only has about an hour notice to get from well to well. Days will go buy without us seeing him because his hours are so erratic. It's impossible to plan things. Basically, I'm a single, pissed off mother all winter long. Oh, and top of that, he's chief of the volunteer fire dept. here. So he also has meetings and fire calls.


    Pity you don't live next door.

    Hee hee...the word verification is "limes". See? Even the computer thinks I need to drink.

  3. ahh, I feel like I have found a long lost friend in you-you ain't June, and I am June... well, after a six-pack of beer type of June.

    So I will be back-