Ignore Me Like You Mean It

Sometimes I feel so inconspicuous.  I have so much to say. So much I want to hear about. But we're all so caught up in "go go go". The checklist. It's all about the checklist. To Do. Our phones, tablets and social media. I would literally give my left arm for a group of people who would regularly forgo their technology for a campfire and some conversation. Conversation. Webster's Dictionary defines that as "the informal exchange of ideas by spoken word".  Not, "let's have pizza", or "did you sleep?" Ideas. True thoughts. Today's kids have (with exceptions, always) no idea what it means to have an exchange of ideas. Or how to problem solve without Google and a tablet. I'm not writing this to knock kids these days, or our generation. Rather to say, I miss conversation. It's so hard now to find someone who will look you deep in the eyes and CONVERSE.  As kids in the Army we had such ideas. And a lot of goofing off, too. B...

Well. It's been quite some time since I've posted. Currently I have an old month old son, Myles. I start back to school for the fall semester in a few days. He, obviously, is the light of my life. So. Where were we? I was getting a mastectomy and finishing up school. Eventually the mastectomy will happen. I'm still adjusting in my new role as "Mom". I'm kinda rocking it, I'll be honest. Except currently I have this hardcore neck ache because The Boy is a Velcro baby. If you have kids- you know what that is. If you don't- hahahahahahahaha. Wait. Just wait. You'll hear that a lot from me now, but it's all in love and fun. I don't have many blog followers, and because it's public there won't be photos of my son, but baby photos are okay, right?   Okay. That's my love, Mr. Myles. Now that I've shared him, it's doubtful you'll see more. This boy has started trying to stand without support at 7 months old. What? They do th...