fast-forward 7 years

Hey, this isn't a prank or your imagination... it's me. I forgot all about this blog. Guess once that 4th kid arrived I didn't have time to deal with a blog. Then of course the husband made it home from Afghanistan. Life took over, and its okay... because that's what life should be doing.

So - Seven whole years... I couldn't possibly recap that. The Marine Corps is officially over, we don't play those games anymore, and now we are living back up near home. It's been a long adjustment but we are doing good.

I honestly only went online because I wanted to find a way to blog about things that I am dealing with. I live a good life, but there are things I need to get in order, things I have to do for me and my family if I am going to stand here and say I don't suck. I don't know. Personal decisions huh?

Now, I'm kind of confused about what to write because I thought I was going in as a newbie- stranger... didn't recall having a toe in the water already. Craziness.

I guess I can get real for a moment. I'm quitting smoking and I am stressed to the freakin max! I don't know if I can do it. I want to be able to do it. but dang it - addiction sucks. I look back at my life and you know, I quit some hardcore super stupid things back in the day - why is this so hard? This should be a joke for me, but it's not. I'm effectively cutting out the one feel-good constant I have had in my life for the last 21 years. How do you walk away from that???

There's a slew of shit that comes with this post. Hey, lets be real. Seven years! Things have happened people and in time maybe we can get all caught up. For now... I've got a cat waiting to watch a Hallmark Christmas movie with me and it's too cold to say no.

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Take A Break

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