Fifteen Minutes of Delusion

Here at the Carey house, pizza is a big deal. Every Friday, we make two or three or five, and then watch a movie while we eat.  Kara recently bought me some mini deep-dish pans.  She makes her pizza with a gluten-free crust and almond cheese. 

I'm starting to remember why this blog fell into disuse - I have so much I want to say, and so little time in which to say it - especially since I desperately want to not sound like a whiner-butt. Even when I quite often feel like a whiner-butt. It takes a lot of effort to filter and sanitize my life for public consumption - more so now than ever. I have a lot to be thankful for, and I want to share that. I have a lot that I really don't like in my life. I want to share that too. But I don't know how. At least not without burning all of my bridges and sounding like a whiner-butt. Folks, we are clearly entering into the phase known as "Mid-life." I hope to manage this well enough to avoid the dreaded Mid-life Crisis. I am trying. However, I recognize there is a very real chance I may not succeed. This scares me. The possibility of failing publicly scares me even more. But fail or succeed, this blog needs to resume. And maybe I need to drop a filter or

Three years is a long time for a blog to lay dormant, and we have a lot of catching up to do. Kara has made some amazing progress in her health - we absolutely need to follow up on her story. Anna is a senior in high school, getting ready to apply for college. Lots of adventure here. Alyssa is now a sophomore, and making her presence known. And me? Well, I shaved my mustache. Let's see if we can't find those fifteen minutes again and breathe some life back into this blog.