I haven't been keeping up with my blogging because I'm nervous to put my life on blast, especially since it's involving other people. My thoughts are private but at the same time I want to scream it from a roof top and just get everything off my chest. I'm not a confrontational person, so for me to put my life on blast is hard. I guess you would say I'm some what conservative with the events in my life, even though I act nothing like it. I secretly fear what other people would think of me. I carry myself in a way that's carefree and if you know me then you know that I am just that. I need to suck it up and just do what I love. WRITE! But I say that and I'm pretty sure I'm just going to go start a secrete blog and vent my entire life out loud! Maybe.
Where do I even begin? I got sick a few days before New Year’s Eve and ended up ringing in 2026 sick. Is anyone surprised? Because I’m not. I was down for a full week with a terrible case of strep throat—and I don’t even have tonsils. My doctor basically said I’m just prone to strep… because of course I am. Just my luck. Let’s back up to a few days after Christmas. My husband goes on his annual hunting trip every year, which is usually why I end up ringing in the New Year alone. But this time, I decided to go with him. We packed up the Frenchies, Bruno stayed with my sister, and we headed west for a long weekend of hunting. He always brings a couple of deer home, and that meat lasts us through the year. I know hunting isn’t for everyone. We don’t kill for sport—we hunt for food, and we use every part of it. This was actually my first time going to truly hunt. I’ve been out to the land before to shoot guns, fill feeders, and hang around camp… but I’d never gone hunting until now. I...