I miss this. The writing. The journaling of what life has thrown at me, the family, the world. My tangible resolution this year, one I know I have complete control over is this. Writing at least once a day. It won't be good. It may not be interesting. I assure you it won't gain me any traffic to my site (nor is that my intention). I'm doing this for me. For my kids. For my friends that I am horrible at keeping in touch with (sorry guys, I'll work at that too). I hope anyone who stops by will return. If you don't, that's cool. It's just me, the crazy mama of three kids who has an amazing husband and friends. You can join me on the ride. Plenty of room.
I haven't blogged in 8 months. We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don't feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a douchebag in your response. Thanks. My thoughts on the Adrian Peterson situation (but first, some backstory): I was spanked as a child. I'm pretty sure most of us that grew up in the 80s were. Until the summer between 5th and 6th grade I lived in Charelston, SC and from 6th to 11th grade, North Chicaco, IL. I have seen every form of discipline doled out on a child. I've seen spankings, beatings, hairbrushes smacked into heads, spoons hitting the tops of heads, whips, belts and even switches. I've seen it all. Most of you know that my son is named after a little boy who
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