At what point?

Well hello! Did you think I forgot about you? Silly little ol' blog. I could never forget about you. There just comes a point when everything that goes through my head is not suitable blog material, you know? Either it's too depressing (how many times can you write about one little boy being sick anyway?), too mundane (grocery shopping follies, anyone?), or too...umm...inappropriate (still refusing to turn this into a porn blog...). And just like that you see the 3 different sections of my brain! Isn't it scary?

So let's see. What does that leave? We went on vacation. I got sunburned. We had fun. Got to put my toes into sand and sit on the oceans edge. That was awesome. Completely cleared my head. Sometimes the mountains get in the way of my thoughts. It seems as though I can't get enough space with all the trees crowding in.

Little Boy is feeling better. We're still looking for a new doctor for him. That's been a challenge. What is it about having a medical license that makes them so much more intelligent, more successful, more sexy, more everything than just us average parents? I refuse to be talked down to about my child by someone who just met my child. And until I can find a balance, we remain doctorless.

Mancub is struggling in school. Really struggling. He's going to be 15 soon and just can't seem to get it together. He's really discovered girls and they have most definitely discovered him. And then the sun shone down and the angels sang and schoolwork ceased to matter. I walked out of my house on Sunday to see 3 teenage girls walking back and forth on the road in front. I'm not ready for that. The only thing that makes me feel better is that all of his friends think I'm hot so I get to be an embarrassment to him without even trying! I've been waiting for that since he was little!

Work is work. Nothing too much new...nothing too much old. Working with Joe is still fun. I thought that I would hate it but it's kinda nice having him in the office. He's a good sounding board for me. He just seems to be unable to leave work at the office and is driving me crazy talking about it all the time. I have a life too. I don't want to talk radio 24/7.

My girls are awesome. I'm so blessed to have such good friends in my life. No matter what I were to ever do, no matter how badly I were to screw up, I know that they would still love me. They might kick my ass first, but they would love me. And that's a great feeling.

I'll be back before another 6 weeks, I promise.