I’m baaaaaaaack. And I’m already in need of another break. 😀 It’s weird how sometimes a break absolutely recharges you, while other times you need a vacation from your vacation. My blogging mojo was fine going into my holiday but somewhere along the way … perhaps over Colorado … I seem to have lost it a bit. Ruh-oh.
Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere or quitting. I just need a few moments (or blog posts) to regain my enthusiasm. Because people, my mind is filled with lots of ideas and thoughts that I want to share with you.
A Few December Highlights
A few notable moments from last month.
Bitterly Cold to Thunderstorms
It was the coldest or second coldest day in Minnesota when I arrived. I froze my tuckus off and fondly remembered complaining about the 60 degree temperatures in LA. Since I love my family and desperately wanted to eat the dressing my Mom promised to make me, I put on my winter coat and braved the frigid temps. Of course, because MN is weird, it warmed up to the point where we had a thunderstorm on Christmas. Yes, a real thunderstorm with lots of rain, wind, lightning and thunder. This only happens in Minnesota.
I’m going back this Spring to attend my nephew’s high school graduation and expect it to snow. Because Minnesota.
This was the picture from my bedroom. Minnesota is weather weird but pretty.
My parents bought me a pair of boot last year when they went on clearance. For the past 10 years I’ve tramped around in the snow in my tennis shoes and froze my feet. Now I got some spiffy boots to wear! Thanks Mom and Dad!
I Cheated on Max
Yup. And I feel real bad about it too.
Not really. I need cat hugs. They are my Prozac.
Douche Dad (Not Mine) Rant
There was a douche dad on my flight. His wife was sitting in a row with their two young sons and a baby on her lap. He was in the aisle seat across for them. Baby started screaming and she couldn’t get him to stop. Douche Dad would look over occasionally and then go back to his game on his smartphone. The lady in front of her was trying to be helpful, which made the Mom start crying. I wanted to throw his phone and scream at him. So rant time: Moms — please teach your son(s) that regardless of whether or not he is the breadwinner, he has to engage with his family and help out. It is not 1950 and men help out in the home. If he doesn’t want to handle crying kids, then don’t become a parent. And if his damn wife is bawling, he should put his f*cking game down and help out. And equally as important for Moms to teach your daughters that if her husband ignores her literal cries for help, then that’s why God created divorce lawyers.
MaxE is Santa Kitty Klaus!
Such a happy, happy face.
Retaliation will be swift. And involve puke and my favorite pair of flip-flops.
May you be the year where I leap out of bed every day with energy and excitement to conquer dreams, both simple and long-cherished. Or at the very least — may you not suck. See, I’m totally capable of compromise. 2017: Be awesome or don’t suck.
I’m linking up with Kristin’s What’s New with You Link-Up. Be sure to checkout what everyone else is doing.
What were your December highlights?