5. The last time I posted was in APRIL. I'm overwhelmed to the point of writer's block when I think about all of the updating that would be appropriate. But I can see the light. Quarter 2 is always the busiest time of year for me. This year, Q2 was ... busy... tough... expensive... overwhelming... but OVER. (And that was just AT HOME, lol.)
4. Both of my teenage yahoos are so tall that they downright tower over me now. Yet I still rule this joint with the squint of my eye. My right one.3. My job challenges me to succeed every single day of my life and for that, I am very grateful. I wake up most work days thinking about what I will accomplish that day. I'm still excited when I go to 3 day conferences about BANKING and learn something knew or inspiring. AND I still get to talk to hundreds a people a week and help them with their money.
2. I have been going out. It's very nice to not live like an exhausted hermit all the time. That's all I'm going to write about that because I don't feel like sharing a damn thing.1. This is one of the best profiles that I have ever written:
And here is where we pick up the story: life had settled into a pretty good pattern, the journey was good, the destination unknown. And THAN: I buy a house in the country, on an acre, in a small, small town. And then a dog. And some dirt bikes, knives, and guns. We had the summer of our lives. Now: fumbling towards normal-ish, maybe nothing really resembling normal, whatever. Praying as we go, that I survive the newest territory of all: parenting teenagers.
The teenage years have, thus far, been MY FAVORITE PART OF PARENTING YET. Summer number TWO is proving to be every bit as great as last summer. The damned dog is my *pretty girl* and I stubbornly love her like crazy. All in all, I'm calling the quarter a win.
Yours truly, dufus maximus.
Just sayin'.
~DM
When talking to your teenagers, do you ever get the impression that you are talking to your mini me's, or your past self?
ReplyDeleteWarning, though I know I am of a way different generation than you, but when our mom gave us the "mom stink eye" we pretty much laughed. There was no guns in our house though.
Look, let me explain something to you--once an old road dog bequeaths you with a name DM, it is yours, rock steady and unchangeable by any factor of time or experience. It is your passport into realms mere mortals can not pass.
much love
TWM
Do I ever feel like I'm talking to myself??? I get surprised when I look up and there isn't a mirror, but instead, a mirror-like image of STEVE! Acting like ME! It's a special kind of life :/
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