Sometimes I post

I’m not a martyr.  I’m really not.  I have a wonderful life and I’m very thankful.  

 

But lately I haven’t been posting a lot because nothing has really inspired the type of posts I like to, well, post.  I like to talk about the joys in my life and the unexpected twists my life takes, but lately it seems as though my life has a two-year path laid out inevitably and the path thus far has been fraught with suckiness, or what some might call “educational” experiences.

But I’m not being a martyr.  At least I’m not trying to be, and I’m also trying not to be…if that makes sense.

In the past six months that I’ve been married, the easiest thing I’ve had to do is be married to Sam.  Piece of cake.  I know things would be a whole lot suckier if he weren’t in my life.  But it feels like since that wonderful day in June, we’ve been standing back to back defending ourselves against things such as work, school, money, and worst of all, mean people.  Is there anywhere we can go where mean people can’t follow?  Because I’d be there in a second.  As would most nice people in the world, thus I think it might be quite the pleasant place.

So obviously, the fact that I’m posting shows that I’m coming up for air for some reason or another, and I have to say that undoubtedly that reason is the last two weeks Sam and I have been home in Phoenix for the holiday.  Sam has watched football and played on his computer nonstop.  I devoured the Twilight series (twice) and have spent some real healing time with my mom and sisters.  Ivy is growing up so fast, and we are both huge Twilight fans, which has been wonderful as we talk about it nonstop when we’re together.  I love that she’s gotten to the age where we can relate as friends now as well as sisters.  I really like her a lot.  I’m proud of her.  She’s so much cooler than I ever was at thirteen.  And she has way better hair.  Of course, these aren’t the reasons I love her most.  But I’ll keep those to myself.

It’s good to be with my mom again.  I don’t feel like crying again, so that’s all I’ll say about that.

I’ve decided to begin writing fiction again.  I told Sam the sooner I write my fabulous blockbuster novel the sooner we can be millionaires lounging poolside, so I’m not wasting any time.  Anyone with ideas on what that novel might be about, let me know.  (and I think “vampire love story” is pretty much out of the question.  crap.)

Nothing else to say, really, without being negative about Boston.  But I’m not going to try and be positive about it either, so that’s that.  Everybody please pray that this semester is a lot better than the last, and that maybe life gets a little easier for everybody.  

That said, I have nothing negative to say about Phoenix.  It’s no secret that I love my hometown, as I think it just might be the best place in the whole wide world to live.  But I might have a skewed perspective at the moment.  At any rate, I laid out to tan the day after Christmas.  It just doesn’t get any better than that, right?

Stay classy, 

Brooke