The one where I catapult back into the blogging world...

Please pardon my absence from the blog world. I gave myself a little pardon as being a student involved in the wonderful world of college English classes has been giving me more anxiety than I can remember. More than being 13 and wanting a certain boy to ask me to dance at a school dance. (to a rockin 90's hair band, I suppose) Not only that, but, my love affair for words put down on this blog are my very own, (not a paper that is supposed to be in impeccable MLA format) and I was finding it very difficult, for the very first time, not being able to make friends with my own personal blathering. My very own thoughts to communicate to whomever want to check in on my little life. When I entered into this collegiate world I had no idea how much damage a red pen could be on marking up a perfectly executed compilation of complete sentences, let alone ones pride. I am humbled to say the least. (after a fair amount of moping around feeling sorry for myself that I can't get a 100% on everything) Didn't I already say that I was just going to go along with it? No holds barred, head on, no hands, eyes open... You get my drift. I am terrifically close to finishing my semester and quite honestly I am feeling very confident about it. It is strange for me to be comfortably saying that. I have put myself in such a position since January. Kind of like being held upside down, dangling over the deck of the Northwestern crabbing vessel, in the middle of the Bering Sea while trying to breast feed twins, and make a grocery list, while attempting to pluck eyebrows. Again, you get my drift. None the less, we have all survived. And, I am going to attempt to take a summer class which will keep me on track as I am on the "Snail's pace" i.e. you screwed up when you were 18 and now you are trying to make up for your dumb mistake plan. It should work out famously as my track record shows, I tend to get just about everything done. Almost always.


On another note, I am starting to jog again. Gasp! Que the cymbals! This gives me chills. And goose bumps. And it means I am starting to heal from the hardest most painfully disappointing and down time of my life. (not to mention the stress fracture too) With an added bonus of dipping my toe into another new endeavour. I have signed up for 2 mountain bike races this year. One of which falls a week from Saturday. It is a fabulous get together proposed my a group of (kinda just normal) guys who enjoyed riding and thought maybe it would be a good idea to have a race here in TC that gave 100% of the proceeds to a cause. 100%! Novel idea huh? So with only a moderate amount of thinking, I signed up. I am just on the, I love to humble myself kick this year, remember?! I have had a small amount of time in the saddle so we shall see what comes about. If anything, there is beer involved afterwards which always makes a lady happy after a tough work out, that and the whole fresh air thing too. If you are out and about, come on by, you could catch a glimpse of overachieving moms who attempt new things so they don't feel so old.

Fellas, I may be 32 and a touch out of shape, but I am a sucker for a Saturday morning race. Count me in!






My beautiful trilogy are as lovely as ever. They are the combination of words that make Hallmark so successful. They are the perfect sunset on the perfect day. They are the peanut butter on jelly. They are growing and thriving and driving each other crazy. Just what they should be. I have been lucky enough to be sharing my thoughts on parenthood, being the mom, being me on a lovely website constructed by an old friend who is contributing to the finer good of Traverse City's parent/guardian population. If you check it out, here is where to go: http://traversecitykids.com/ My little diddy is the Grounded? tab. It is a clean palate to share as I may, and oodles of fun to boot! I am in love with it and I only hope that it continues to bring me even more opportunity's to share. Dreams are big and this affords me the giddy time to challenge those dreams.
My promise is to make a little more time to check back in, with no hurt feelings put on myself for not sounding scholorly enough. Tough! The cherry blossoms are out on this side of town, there are plenty of grass stains already on knees of pants, the sun begs to be felt. Spring is here.

My love, all my love,
the college mama who has finished her 1st semester of college