Let’s face it, the consistency of my posts has flat out sucked balls lately. It’s been what? Over a month now? Sure I’ve been busy, holidays and what not, but that’s not why I’ve been absent. I guess I just needed a break. I don’t know why, it’s strange really. I love to write, I love to share my stories and I love, love, love, that people find them entertaining. In fact, I’m always slightly dumbfounded and incredibly flattered when people tell me they read my silly blog – more so when they say they enjoy it too!

So, I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long. I’m ready to get back to writing. What do you say we kiss and make up? Grab some breath mints, maybe a cup of coffee, and lets catch up.

Where to start…

The holidays were actually pretty damn awesome, from what I can remember – I may or may not have been entirely sober for most of them. In November I was pretty much dreading them. You know, single for the holidays and all that jazz. But I found my happy place early on and any holiday spirits partaken were done to bring in good cheer, not to drown away sorrows. Which, come to find out, is exactly how it’s supposed to be.

Who knew?

I guess I should mention that while I was, in fact, single for the holidays, I have been hanging out with a certain gentleman caller who shall remain nameless. That is, until I figure out what to call him. Karina thinks I should call him “Prozac.” Not because he is mentally unstable, but because he seems to make me really happy.

Seriously, I smile any time I talk about him.

BUT…

I don’t want to jinx things or get overly excited (because I in no way have a track record of doing THAT), so I’ll  just leave it by saying I’m having a shit-ton of fun hanging out with a guy who continues to make me laugh harder than I have in years. It is a very grown up relationship where neither of us are rushing to define it or push it into something it is not ready to be. But at the same time, I don’t have any desire to see anyone else.

Enough about that.

I’ve been in physical therapy for a few months now and have made mad progress on my ankle*. I’ve gone snowshoeing three times and skiing once. Sure it hurt like hell, especially the first time out, but the point is I am out doing what I love! I’ve got pictures and stories to tell (look forward to or dread those to come in the next little while).  However, being the somewhat difficult person that I am, I am still not satisfied. My PT told me that I am not cleared to do high impact things, more specifically, I am not cleared to run.

Now, I am admittedly not a runner. But tell me I can’t/shouldn’t run and all of the sudden running is my life and you are denying me my vary reason for getting out of bed! I’m working on getting over it, mostly by becoming increasingly fatter. It’s my way of sticking it to the man for telling me I can’t do something, but the only thing being punished is my pants which are starting to cut off my circulation.

Lastly, I started back to school. Yep, the pursuit of higher education continues! So long social life, it was fun while it lasted! Now it’s back to working full time, going to school at night and paying for tuition instead of buying groceries and expensive face cream.

Sigh.

The sacrifices we make to have a stupid piece of paper to hang on the wall.

But enough about me, how have YOU been?

Blogfully yours,

Summer

*just in case you are new to Blogfully Yours, the Anklegate stories can all be found here.

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