Signs of Life

In January, I officially started my own business as an education advocate and consultant.  In February, I took on several challenging new cases.  In March, I was threatened with a lawsuit for information supposedly located on my business page.  The information wasn't there, and the individuals who threatened me neglected to remember that they  had a firewall in place preventing them from accessing certain sights.  Nevertheless, the entire thing scared me a little bit and I took a self imposed hiatus from blogging.

But I've missed it.  I've missed the oversharing.  I've missed the cathartic effects of throwing the details of my crazy life out there for you to see.  I still facebook, but even that has been limited to only a handful of people who get to see my updates (as if they should be so lucky!).

So here I am.  And if you get this, you also are one of the few who is on the recipient list for this blog.  If you don't want to be, then let me know and I'll remove you from said list.  My posts won't be regular, but the weather is getting warmer and I'm testing the water of the blog-pond again.

In honor of my reentrance to this side of the world, I have a Mohawk Monster-ism for you today.  We were sitting around the kitchen table eating snacks after school when he said, "Mom, guess what I learned today... Jesus gave bread to Tommy and then he put the Easter eggs away."  Um, okay?

I'll give you $5 if you can figure out where that one came from.

My oldest daughter had a field trip today.  She went to "Goodmills".  No matter how hard I try to convince her that it is "Goodwill" she won't have it.  It's "Goodmills".  Period.  I guess that's kind of like Breaksmast.  Geez.  Mom's just don't know anything.

And not to leave anyone out, my youngest had an incredible time on the beach last week when we were out with friends for Spring Break.  Her favorite part was eating sand.  And just in case you were wondering, she looks even less like me than she did before with her beautiful caramel hair and amazing tan.  I wish genetics were more two-way... like maybe I could have gotten her good coloring by reverse osmosis in exchange for three months of puking my brains out.

A girl can always dream, right?

Love, hugs, and blessings,
The Mama