I had to go buy socks this week.
Socks are necessary in the 9 months of the year in Wyoming that flip-flops are not an option.
Somehow in the past few months, time sped up. Laundry hasn't been a priority.
Ironically, I began taking a relaxation class last month. The two-hour-a-week commitment is stressing me out.
Yet I think it's time to revive the blog. I've missed you, dear readers, in the time I took away.
Here are some things that have happened since the last time I wrote here:
Desi started preschool at Axis Gymnastics Sports Academy. She's 4.75 years old and can sound out words and stick a front flip on the trampoline. She's ripped.
Mojo took a self-walk in August 2012 and got hit by a car and died. I cried every day for a month.
Scott said no more dogs. Heartbroken, I agreed.
In December, I started surfing Petfinder.com on my phone underneath the covers. I found Milo. We campaigned the Pocatello shelter staff until they chose us to adopt him. Desi calls him her brother.
This spring, I tried to leap onto a horse from a buckrail fence and ripped my right ACL in half. I was on crutches for six weeks after surgery and went a little stir-crazy. The girls at Four Pines whipped me back into shape. It was the summer of squats.
I'll leave you with some pictures: Me and mini-me at the Blue Lion, paddling on the Snake River and a rainbow over the National Elk Refuge.