The February writing challenge contained more challenges than I expected – but in a very good way. My group is just going to roll it over and keep going, as we can, the same no-rules-no-pressure group of lawless rebels that we are, so you’ll still see some posts written here with prompts. But this is just some random life notes.
In the middle of February, I quit the job I’ve had for 13 years. I replaced it with a couple of jobs (some part-time, some freelance, all much more flexible things) and I’ve never been happier. And I’m not just saying that. I wake up every morning grinning and filled with ideas and excited about going to an office filled with people who appreciate me and where I feel like I’m making a difference already, or signing into Twitter and teaching people how to connect with their customers and build their business in fun and different ways. It’s been a fantastic move for me. As terrifying as it was, and as unhappy as I was, there are times when I barely remember how it used to be because I’m just so damn happy now.
I used one of my workless days to hit the Chicago Auto Show with GL and my brother, and it was a blast. Wags did a lot of research into which cars would be the best fit for his McDonald’s-dashboard-stain habit and pretend hot-rodding.
We gawked at all the completely unimaginable toys beyond the velvet ropes.
Visited the new Subarus.
And the new Ms.
Checked out all of the Jeep things (we didn’t understand, of course, because they were Jeep things).
And Wags shared his teaching plans with us on the bus on the way to find epic burgers.
Ada has been doing really great. She is more active and more verbal and more hyper than ever. She jumps around on furniture and tries to open doors and other things that big kids do that I was somehow not prepared to deal with. I mean, just look at this tiny adult.
Our Daytona 500 party at the race shop was a huge success. Something like 40 people were there, and we had a ton of fun. They put the bleachers up and everything – 6 years later and the bleachers are still holding strong under the weight of drunk NASCAR fans.
Ada accidentally gave her aunt Ammie a black eye with 4 laps to go, when she arched herself backwards trying to wiggle free. I’m going to have to put some kind of warning label on my kid. She’s so cute you never expect her to take out an eye.
Next week, I turn 32. The following weekend, I’ll be in Cedar Lake, WI for the midget show at the Sandbox and hope to see some racing friends there. Life is super great and that’s my little update. I hope you all are having a fantastic 2013 so far.