Experiencing a word shortage here at AB Headquarters.
These things happen.
Probably has to do with my cycle. And stress. The kids started back to school on Monday, and I’m doing my damnedest to teach them. Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess insiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.
The teaching and letting and showing take energy. Energy that I then don’t have for writing, or doing my second job, or socializing, or reading sperm donor profiles.
<sigh>
PITY PARTY STILL RAGING.
Three years ago, our heroine found herself on a quest.
Two years ago, I went on four dates in six days. Four dates. In six days. I think I just gave myself the runs thinking about it.
A year ago, I explained, not so gently, why CrossFit is not a cult.
What you might have missed on Fat CrossFitter this week: I’m trying to un-brainwash myself.
Happy Retrobruxist Friday, y’all.
Looks like you have plenty of words on your other blog which I just checked out for the first time. Will have to add it to my morning routine, currently: avidbruxist, NC credit union, Cape Cod bank, RAL’s bank, comcast, workemail1, workemail2. No wonder it takes me so long to get down to real work… (please note, the ” …” is deliberate, knowing how much you love ellipses) But I love you more! (Ha, ha, I know how much you love “!” too.) But maybe you should go where your words are?
You’re cute, Mom.
Don’t have many words for Fat CrossFitter either. I got only one post out on there this week. :(