Life comes at ya fast.

Hello Internet. It's been so long since I took more then 7 seconds to write anything worthy of reading. Not that this rambling mess will be very worthy. But anyways.

A few life changes have occurred in the last month or so that I thought I'd update the 4 of you who read this. Which really means you already know this, but I'm gonna take liberties here and write about them anyway.

First and foremost, Jackson is walking. Holy crap. His nickname is Bobee and my brother, Thomas, calls him FrankenBobee because he walks much like Frankenstein. While on crack. And with an equilibrium issue. And it's so cute. Thank goodness for padded diaper butts otherwise he might have massive ass injuries from all the falling down. He attempts to run on occasion but his poor legs just can't keep up with his upper half and he inevitably falls on his face. My how they grow.

Second, tax season is over. Can you hear the angel's singing? They are all doing happy dances. It's a lovely lovely thing. I'm back to working part time which is totally awesome. I credit the parental units (aka my bosses) for allowing me to make decent money and work part time. Expect to see me around these parts more often.

The third item on this list is Weight Watchers. I've lost a total of 30 pounds. I have about 10 to go to get to my pre-pregnancy weight and about 15 to get to my ideal weight. I've been slacking some in the last few weeks, but I've maintained my weight loss for the most part. It's nice to see that people notice that I'm not quite the fatty I was. And my skinny jeans almost button. Not quite, but the snickering when I try them on is lessening. Take that skinny jeans.

And lastly, well, this one sucks. Kristie is single. Again. For the 7ooth time in her lifetime. But this time she has 2 children instead of 1. To respect Eric I won't go into many details. We are amicable and he still sees Jackson and takes care of him when I need him to, for the most part. I'm not exceptionally sad because I saw it coming. I am disappointed. I'm disappointed that having a family isn't more important than beer, friends and other juvenile activities. I intend to be the best parent I can be and make the most of it. It sucks, but it's the story of my life and I'm so getting used to the script by now.

Just so I don't end this on a sour note...here's a new tattoo I got 2 weeks ago. It's healing still so it doesn't look the greatest. But I just love love love it. And it can easily be covered with a watch if I need to cover it up. Behold:

There ya have it. It's nice to be back. I'll be visiting your blogs very soon. I know you've missed me. ;-)