Don't Give Up, Don't Ever Give Up ~ J. Valvano

For the three people who checked my blog this week, I love you. I don't know who you are, but you should be proud to say that you are not quitters. I'm sorry I deserted what I once loved. I can't promise what the future of this blog holds, but tonight I'm avoiding laundry and finishing my book club book, so here I write.

Now where to begin. I last wrote in July when I considered selling my beloved pretty-in-pink and asking McKay-Dee if we could permanently take up residence in a couple hospital rooms by the E.R. Sounded like a good idea to me - free diet coke and all you can eat rabbit-turd ice, 24 hours a day. But every good dream must end and Brooks has managed to reign in on his impulses to plug openings that don't need closing.

I'm willing to bet that my three devoted followers are on facebook, so you've probably seen what the Poll's have been up to. I guess I'll just highlight what I haven't mentioned on there. Christmas came and went, but a milestone was passed. Steve abandoned Christopher & Banks and moved over to the Buckle for my holiday clothing purchase. He claims to have sat outside the store and watched women enter and exit so he could pick out the best in this season's fashion (yes that was in Deb's voice.) I will miss the button sweaters about as much as I miss pulling sprinklers around the yard at brown brick.

I'm happy to announce some changes in myself as well. I've been born again and have found myself addicted to the Biggest Loser. My children are adjusting best they can. Emma is also absorbed with the show, but Brooksie just doesn't know what to do with himself when Mom's engaged to the television and the Broncos aren't playing. For the record, I LOVE Sam and Koli!!!

Speaking of Brooks, he'll be celebrating his 6th birthday next week and I'm celebrating only three more months of kindergarten. The boy wants to be with friends every waking and sleeping moment. If he doesn't have a pal at exactly 11:40, when he gets out of school, it's like roid-rage in the Barbie house - only Barbie ain't skinny and she sure as hell doesn't walk around with a smile plastered on her face.

Emma is getting ready to slap the softball around seriously again. She practiced here and there through most of the winter anyway, but the tournaments and league will be here before we know it. Her and I had the joyous opportunity to attend the maturation program yesterday. Steve suffered flu-like symptoms all day because of it. He ran my text usage up with rants of Daddy don't let your daughters grow up to be pretty and talk to boys. He's about 11 years too late since Emma came out of the womb all covered in gorgeous.

Basically, life is life as usual. Don't bother asking if I really wrote this at one in the morning. I always laugh when people ask me by email or on facebook if I was truly awake at that time. When I start going to bed before midnight, I'll be knitting Steve his own sweaters for Christmas.