It’s been 10 months since my last entry. Sorry I’ve been so quiet lately, but life is crazy. I’ve started talking to myself way too much though, so I assume this means I need to start writing again. I’m not going to go back and correct these entries before publishing…I’m just going to pretend that I’m writing them real-time in my diary like in 1981, and I’m still doing my exercises to increase my bust size. It never did work, Dear Diary. The hell. So anyway, excuse my poor grammar, and maybe even my typos. They won’t be as bad as something from DJT, because even my seven year old writes like a gazillion times better than he does, but still ignore my mistakes.
I pretty much stopped writing because my kids are old enough to write about themselves now. So if they want to write or share a picture or snapchat or whatever they do – so be it. I will no longer share kids stories.
I’m still running. Damn aren’t we all. Still dealing with some injury stuff.
Let’s see what else…I spend a lot of time in my car driving my kids to the places they need to be and to the friends they need to see and to the activities they seem to do. This is my main purpose in life right now – to drive people places. Oh, and to make sure we don’t run out of milk. Diary, no one tells you this will happen. Maybe there was a sign that this would happen when in 1984 my own mom ordered a custom license plate that read “Mom’s Taxi.” I wasn’t watching for signs back then, I was asking for rides and thought my parents were lame.
Now I’m lame.
Well I’m going close you up for now. I’ll write more later.