Over a year, huh?

I forgot I had this blog.  Well, not entirely, but not sure if anyone still wants to read this.  Seems I update Facebook so much I forget there are a few of you not on there.  And there are times I think I shouldn't be on there either.  Having that feeling like I need to know what is going on with everyone outside my house instead of inside my house.  Feeling as if that is my only way to connect to people.  I like the chat feature.  If not, I'd be sure glad of my unlimited texting, because there are days I hold long conversations in between school drop offs and pick ups.  So maybe if I start this back up and give more than a sentence with a picture, I'd feel more connected and maybe you would too. 

Maybe by doing this again, I'd spend less time trying to see what everyone else is up to. What do you think?  Should I start writing again?  Not that I write well.  Never have.  I'd much rather go color and glue some sort of magical elementary school age appropriate craft.  Plus it seems that blogs have gone from here's what my family is doing to here's my attempt to be a mommy blogger and have all the insight into the world of children and family so we can judge and critique each other until we all feel like failures.  None of that.  If I'm back it is to share with what we are doing.  Adorable, way too often, pictures of the kids and what they are up to.  Like school happenings and soccer and soon to be basketball (yay! I can coach something I know!) and maybe a post or two once in a while about the craziness inside my head so maybe I won't be completely crazy by the time the kids are in high school.

Maybe a bit of my struggles. My struggle with letting small things become huge things in my head because I over analyze and try to figure out all the possible outcomes, usually the worse possible outcomes.  My struggle with anger.  And how it seems like my nightly prayers are always asking for forgiveness for my short temper.  My struggle with wanting to lose weight and loving it when I see a pound or two lower on the scale, but balancing that with my love of baking. And chocolate. And potatoes. My struggle with trying to figure out what I am now.  Once I was a single professional.  Then we married and I was a married professional.  Then I moved into the stay at home mommy role with wee little ones.  Now baby girl is in school with her little brother about to join her.  Now what? 

Maybe I'll share a bit of my love of baking.  I don't come up with recipes, but I love the tried and true ones.  Like the loaves of pumpkin bread sitting on the counter.  Along with the Elfish Shortbread sitting next to it.  Because who doesn't love sprinkles. 

Or maybe, because I always feel like face-to-face I ramble, this can be my place to ramble.  I do ramble.  I don't like speaking.  And then I get embarrassed if I'm talking to you and I realize I have been rambling.  Here, if you want to stop "listening" you can just close the window and I won't have to know.  Like now.  Just rereading what I have typed.  Man, I ramble.  And chase little white rabbits.  I always think of one of my high school English teachers when I say that.  We read Watership Down.  He was always chasing rabbits.

Like I said.  I ramble.  Who's ready for me to ramble again? Anyone?