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TWENTYEIGHTEEN Y'ALL GUYS!

Y'all. How has another year already gone by? And seriously, has it really been almost five months since I blogged last? What the actual F?!? Where did 2017 go? I wasn't done kicking ass and taking names yet... honestly though, I'm not even a little sad its over. I got a whole new freaking year to kill it. Right? I'm pretty sure I have hit those years that my parents used to talk about 'time flying'.

SLOW DOWN. Or, you know, speed the hell up, like, get me right to retirement, I'm moving to Honduras! jaykay, jaykay. I am loving all the kids, and soaking up all the memories. I know. It only happens once. all that. So many of my high school friends/acquaintances have either just had their last baby, or are about to. And I'll be honest, I'm super jealous. There have been tears. Many. And I don't even like to cry. But then, I start doing some simple math, and I'm like, I will not even be 45 yet when my youngest graduate high school... y'all gon' be over FIFTY. over 50. 50 plus. ahahaha SUCKAS!!

For real though, we Sugar's got all comfy in our school groove, you know, going ninety miles an hour all week, desperate for weekends that just end up being filled with meets or games plus cleaning and laundry and it was just busy. So busy, and sometimes it just feels like everything is just spinning out of control, or time is anyway, and I needed something to just make it all slow down.

Which is exactly what happened. One lazy Sunday in November my body was just not right. I laid in bed just waiting for the pain to subside, maybe it was like super crazy gas, or maybe it was a heart attack, but being the stubborn ass I am, I was sure that I was going to be fine. I wasn't. After hours of horrendous pain, I asked Stephen to take me in to get checked out. I was in so much pain at that point that I passed out on the way to the ER. It was rough, and scary. Turns out that I had gall stones and an ovarian cyst rupture.

So, I make my appointment to the lady doctor and to go see a surgeon, and we all work together to get some stuff scheduled all at the same time. Harmony. The surgeon, he was a little cray-cray wanting to get my surgery done ASAP, and suggested the Wednesday BEFORE Thanksgiving, and this was after he told me about how cholesterol is the devil and my diet will probably have to change for a while, etc.  I looked at him and I said, 'Uh, no dude. My husband is frying TWO turkeys and I am planning on eating as much of the fried fat and skin as I can possibly handle! How 'bout the following Wednesday?' and that worked, so everyone won. So, I said goodbye to my gallbladder and also learned that I have endometriosis. which sucks, and it hurts, but I'm not going to die from it, so. silver linings.

I don't believe in resolutions. I don't believe in setting myself up to fail, but I do believe in goals. And there have been times in my life that I have set itty-bitty baby goals, just so I could continue to have that confidence of moving forward.

2018 is going to hold a lot for my family. A vacation/getaway or two. Another possible surgery for me. Celebrating having our oldest being with us for a whole year! settling the custody stuffs. I started a new job. It is going to be a lot. and a lot of good, mostly, but it is still so easy to get too caught up and too busy. My goal for 2018 is to stress less and relax more. I think I can probably accomplish that.

“May the New Year bring you courage to break your resolutions early! My own plan is to swear off every kind of virtue, so that I triumph even when I fall!”― Aleister Crowley, Moonchild





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