Tonight I'm writing about a topic I've struggled with for some time, but never really pinpointed because I felt it was petty and kind of childish. Funny considering I'm almost 30 years old. Yet I didn't really have any siblings around when I was a child. I was raised as an only child from about age 5 and upwards after being adopted by my adoptive parents. I guess I lived the life some kids dreamed about; I was afforded many presents on Christmas, private school education, music lessons, nice clothes...I was the only one so I would assume spending money on one child was easier than multiple children.  Besides being lonely and making up imaginary friends and being the weird kid I was, there were times I wished I had a sibling to take some of the pressure off of me...some of the heat from time to time (Even with my own kids, I find myself asking the oldest for the most help since he is older and the most reliable, but I've realized I need to make sure that all the ki...

I feel like I owe you all some kind of written explanation of where I've been and what I've been doing since I disappeared off the face of the Earth in August. Actually, my family moved across the country, from the state of Michigan in which I was born, to Texas, an unknown land that I imagined to be full of desert, dry and hot. Hotter than I cared to suffer through. My husband received the promotion he's been waiting for for a long time. This past year, I've watched him switch to sales, something he's never done before in his life, and work his way to really learning the company, going to training, and finally being able to be offered a position as assistant manager of one of the company stores. The only catch is that we needed to move to get this opportunity. Which I was fine with. I was tired of Michigan (no offense, boo) and really have had a traveling and adventurous spirit since I was young. When I was in grade school, I would go to the library and pick ou...