Okay, I think I've finally got this little thing to where I don't want to shoot myself in the face every time I look at it.
I'm not abandoning tumblr, I'm just going to post back on here again, where my real readers are.
A few minutes ago, I was giggling to myself about a post that I was going to write.
And now that I'm actually typing, it's gone, of course.
I've been thinking a lot about the outdoors.
I'm back home in Florida with my little family for the rest of the summer and the weather has been tough.
It's not that I mind hot (not at all) but I'm feeling a little overwhelmed by the humidity.
For those of you who have been forced to spend more than 10 minutes out of doors in central
Florida in the summertime, you know what I'm talking about.
It isn't easy feeling this sticky.
But I digress.
When I said I've been thinking about the outdoors, I meant that I had been dreaming about this:
I can't wait until I have a husband and little kiddies to take camping.
Not in Florida.
But down to Moab and up into the mountains.
I want to cook over a fire and teach my little ones where all the constellations are and play the guitar and sing around the campfire.
For now, I have awesome friends and family to do this with.