I've just not had the desire to blog lately, and it seems as though most everyone else out there has felt the same sentiments as I find that most of my friends and family have given up on this medium as well. Trust me, I still have lots of useless questions to throw out into the universe, like, what am I going to do when I grow up? Should I be offended that, if I were to run the Salt Lake marathon, I could qualify for the fat girl category? Why won't Frankie sleep at night? And I still have lots of strong opinions, but I'm learning that they aren't as important as I maybe once thought they were. Plus I'm too tired to care as much as I once cared.
We are still trying to sell the flip house. We are still both working at the same jobs. Frankie is still in Pre-K and doing well. Harper is still growing like crazy. Life is consistent, which isn't a bad thing. That doesn't mean that things won't change drastically in the near future, but if they stay the same, I can't say I'd be upset, either. That's all for now. I've got stinky dishes to clean up before I go to bed.
