Remember how back in November of 2013 I was planning to start blogging again? Remember that? Yeah, well I didn't follow through.  Because commitments are hard for me.  That's why I'm not skinny.  And I still make no money.  And my kids still don't always brush their teeth at bedtime (even though after every dentist appointment I swear I'm going to hammer down on that).  I'm just not cut out for lots of buckling down.  

     But here I am again.  Again.  Feeling determined.  It all happened the other day when I, out of the blue, got an email from someone asking a question about something on the blog.  So I looked back at several old comments and remembered how fun it was to hear from people about how much they like me (and y'all know I love to be loved).  I have yet to respond to the lady leaving the question because I'm basically a useless person in situations like "correspondence".  If you've ever tried to contact me in real life via my cellular device, then you are aware of this issue.  But hopefully I will make myself get around to it sooner rather than later.  So then my mom came to visit and I told her about it.  I told her how I really have fond thoughts of my time blogging and how I think I would like to start again at some point.  And because everyone in my life loves it when they see glimmers of hope that I will one day turn into a successful, contributing member of society (aside from the contribution of raising four awesome kids, three of which can dance just like Beyonce), my mom got online that second  and bought me a new laptop.  She's the bomb like that.  So four days later I'm looking at this super cool computer I haven't the foggiest idea how to use, and I realize, "well, now I'm basically obligated to blog again".  Tricky how that happened.
 

     I'm still computer illiterate so don't expect too much from me.  And I'm about six years behind the curve trying to turn a blog into a career, so I realize there is no real promise of this becoming money. (even though, how awesome would that be? Money for talking with my fingers, and I never have to put on real pants?!) But I am here.  Aaron made this cute little cartoon family to use on my blog so you might see a few changes later, but maybe not.  Because like I just told you - I can't figure out how to do it.  And I'm almost certain I'll flake out again later.  That's sort of my thing.  But until then, I hope to share with you all about our house.

      We are adding on because I'm going to end up doing physical harm to someone if I don't separate my two big boys' bedroom and closet at some point.  It's like I've got, well, a younger 10 year-old boy version of myself and Monk (you know, from the tv show) living together, and I'm afraid poor little Turnanator is one day just going to snap like a twig.  People just need their space, ya' know?  And while we're at it, I am getting the laundry room I have been dreaming of.  A folding counter with room for six laundry baskets.  Two washers and dryers.  LET THE CHURCH SAY AMEN.  Plus Aaron is getting a tiny little walk-in-closet office space and we are adding a bonus type room in the back that opens to the back yard.  Construction has already begun (and of course I have no 'before' pictures of anything), but I'm excited to show you things as they progress.  It's still very very early in constuction.  Plus, this might end up being my own version of blog cabin where I let the people vote on what to do because I'm terrible at decisions and the budget Nazi is making me nervous the whole time.  Pressuring me into things I don't really want because what I want is "too much money" or "ridiculous and you will want to change it in a year".  He's a real downer sometimes, I'm telling you.  (p.s. - I kid.  If it weren't for that hardworking, budget obsessing joker in my life, I would be living out of an old Ford Explorer in a parking lot somewhere).   


      So I hope I stick this out for a while and you want to read it.  But if nothing else, it's a great way for my mom to see what's going on with the house.  

     Gotta run now though.  Just heard, "Maaaamaaaaa!  The baby just peed in the bathtub".  Duty calls.



                                                       Love your guts, 
                                                            Cassie


Rosie King
2/21/2015 11:56:02 am

Yay!!! I'm glad you are back!!!!

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Tina Houston
2/21/2015 12:35:47 pm

Ah! You have no idea how excited I am!

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Lori
2/22/2015 11:43:21 pm

I am pumped! And I love you more than guts!!

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