You Read This Sh**?!?!

Before I launch into the whirlwind chaos that is family time,  I have to throw a shout out. Apparently someone reads this Wahine nonsense, someone other than me on the occasional spell check read through (operative word here being occasional) I know this because I am now getting dysfunctional love/hate mail..and not just from Megs anymore. So I'm back on the Wahine. Merry Christmas. Not that it would help but I do have a very good excuse.

I used to at the station during normal human hours...8 ish to 6 ish. Than an opportunity opened for my old shift schedule having me at work by 4:30 am, yes that's am, and I jumped on it. I am one in 100,000 people who love being up before the God herself. Still intend on doing the family tree...but I know this much there's some farmer blood somewhere...just look at these shoulders..linebackers weep at their awesomeness.

So with the new schedule and a few new responsibilities on the plate at work, plus the holidays (and I know you all know what a headache that can be), and all the orchestration that takes, my usual 4 hours sleep schedule evaporated. In the words of 2009 - cuts had to be made and the Wahine has been dieting.  Time to plump her back up. She is a bodacious babe after all.

In the three days I've been home I've had 4 people come up and ask if I was ok. Dear Doc - no need to check the vitals - can you just run a diagnostic on the blog and save us both an hour?  I'm great ya'll and had I known you were voluntarily reading these shenanigans - I would have set the alarm an hour earlier for you. Megs- you win. And the rest of yous...thank you. This one's for you.  I will figure it back into the routine. Love Jen. Now on to the adventure that is my pilgrimage west.