So, hey y’all, hey!
Um, yeah, I kinda found out I was pregnant and dropped off the face of the earth.
Sorry about that!
Aug 2, 2015 marked 9 years since I had started blogging. NINE YEARS! I found out the news my grandfather had passed away the day that I found out I was pregnant. Which was barely over a year since I had lost both my step-father and my biological father (a month apart). It all seemed rather overwhelming and I couldn’t find the words I wanted to say. I had so much to say and yet nothing would come out.
I’m now going on my twelfth year of blogging sporadically and I am almost at two years past the birth of my son. I’m feeling like sharing again so I reactivated this account and hooked it up to Instagram (which I’m participating in far more often) and Facebook (which just serves to piss me off on a daily basis but I can’t seem to quit) and here I am today.
The impetus for the blog renewal has to do with my son, actually. Last night we were outside in the backyard and he walked over and handed me a piece of dog poop. Yes, you read that correctly. GROSS! So, after telling him, NO, poop is gross, we don’t touch poop, and then a wash of the hands, he did it AGAIN! YUCK. NO.
The story is much funnier in person so I decided to create an Instagram Story. Then, someone asked if I could make it public so others could see and I didn’t feel comfortable with my entire account being public so I activated my Tin Cup Chalice account and now you’re all caught up! I hope to be more prolific with my writing and now that I have an almost two year old I have a feeling this will not be a very difficult task. Be sure to subscribe to my posts so you receive direct notice and be sure to follow me on Instagram and Facebook (and soon to come, YouTube).
Since most of you readers are my friends I’ll take a moment to say thank you for sticking by me and for keeping up with my life and for humoring me with your attention to my crazy stories. Love y’all! Mean it!