Wow. I realize it’s been over a year since my last blog post. Sorry. It just so happens that sometimes I suck at life. Or I don’t suck at life and am busy doing other things. Or I start off really motivated for something and then forget about it. Or maybe I just get distracted by shiny things. SQUIRREL!

Between working full time (nights, remember?), going to school, and being a single mom I keep myself pretty busy. But, another reason that I tend to let things fall by the wayside is that I have depression. It’s not the TV depression where I’m crying into my Cheerios and lamenting my bad fortune. It’s not the glamorized brooding, hot pouty type of depression. Nope, I get the “I don’t want to get out of bed, clean my house, change my clothes, or function for five days at a time” depression. Sometimes, the only reason I leave my bed is to feed my kids and then when they go to school I’m right back in the comfort of my cocoon where I don’t have to do life. It’s the type of depression that preys on my weaknesses and insecurities and makes me forget that I am a Bad. Ass. Bitch. I have a masters degree that I am using, I bought my own home, I’m raising two pretty awesome children. And, let’s not forget my awesome sense of humor and huge tits.

So, even though this post is mostly serious, I promise to return you to your regularly scheduled programming shortly. Just think of the lack of posts over the last year as a hiatus, and the show you love that got cancelled got picked up by Netflix…swearing and all. Fucking finally.