The problem with jobs...

I wonder if anybody remembers me. 

I used to blog `round these here parts. 

Sometimes I would make up stories, sometimes I would educate people on the joyous highs and depressing lows of having a child with Spina Bifida. Sometimes I would rant about how using the R-word is wrong. Sometimes I would talk about our morbidly obese cat, Emma.

Yes, I loved to talk about a great many things back when I was a blogger. Back in July when I had free time to write, read, reread, question my comma use, proofread, edit, reread and eventually give up caring about my comma use...or run-on sentences. 

But now my blogging days seem so far away. Because Mrs. Potter went and did the unthinkable.
SHE GOT A JOB!

I'm not a corporate usability planner or an international metrics technician. I'm not an executive, or a specialist, Heck, I'm not really a producer of anything. 
But, I do cook. And clean. and sometimes banter with the locals. I love my new job and after MANY years as a housewife I am very thankful to get out once and a while and cook up some tex-mex for people who don't feel silly using words like, "tex-mex." 


So this is why I'm late to the blogging game and this is why you haven't heard any rants about the R-word, stories of Emma's celebrated fatness or any of Izzy's silly quips that keep you laughing and us..well...worried. 
I promise that once school starts and I start balancing myself better on 4 hours of sleep I will be back to blogging, ranting and making up stories. Until then you'll have to read the archives or shake in a corner. Again, my sincerest apologies. 




Love, 
Tex-Mex Erica
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Love, 
Erica