Here we go again

Listen, you guys… I know it’s been, like, 10 months since I last posted.  I know that if I had gotten pregnant at the time of my last post (I didn’t), I would already have a cute little baby.  In fact, I’d probably already be planning its first birthday party and might have switched this joint up to a mommy blog.  Thankfully, I do not have a baby and will hopefully never have a mommy blog.  (I do have a new baby niece, though!  Abigail Elanor was born in February and it should come as no surprise that she’s perfect in every way.  I will also take this moment to mention that Emily M. is now Emily J.  Woohoo!!!!)  I did, however, have quite the year.  As I’ve mentioned in past posts, my dad was very sick with liver disease.  This past year he took a turn for the worse and passed away in May.  Three months ago, Tuesday, to be exact.  Also, my favorite uncle passed away in February from a very short, but very intense battle with esophageal cancer.  And my dog died.  From old age.  He was, like, 15 years old and I already thought he was dead a couple months earlier.  So, that one’s not as big.  I’m just trying to prove that I have enough material to make a killing in the sad country song industry.

I’ve wanted to get back to writing, but every time I try to start a new post I go to a weird and dark place.  I don’t think the general public is ready to see that.  Maybe once I figure out how to make an actual frown with my face, I’ll release the inner darkness.  For now, I just wanted to give y’all a quick update.  I thought it would be awkward if, in the middle of a post about cupcakes or “The 20 Best Taylor Swift Songs to Run To” (hello!  I think I have my next post figured out!), I just casually mentioned my dead dad.

These past three months (heck, these past three YEARS) have been the hardest of my life.  Some days I think I’m doing okay, other days I call his cell phone ten times just to hear his extremely healthy sounding voice on his outgoing message.  Once I get to a better place, I might try to write some amazing and sentimental tribute to my dad.  But for now, I’m going to leave you with this picture of my dad because after going through hundreds of pictures of him over these last few months, this is the one that I think captures who he was the most.  I think those who know him would agree.


My dad, the original honey badger. He just don’t give a sh**.

And this one’s pretty great, too.