Long time no...nothing

It has been a long time since I've even thought about updating.  Apparently I go through random spurts of commitment.  Eventually that flusters off into pure unobscured "I don't give a crap"-ness.  Yes, I am coining that term/word and/or bundle of consonants and vowels.  I suppose you want me to get to the "nitty gritty."  I will do my best.

I last updated right around exam time I believe.  Wow, its hard to say what I was doing, and since I'm not looking directly at the date of my last entry, I'm not really sure where I was, what I was doing and who I was doing it with.  However, since then, I have completed exams, getting reasonable A's and a B.  Also, I moved back to good old Maineville to suffer through the summer with my family.  Maybe the word "suffer" is too powerful a word.  Hey, if the shoe fits, wear it!  Currently, you can find me employed as a cashier at Meijer.  Please, refrain from poking fun because between you and me, I am glad I don't sleep with a gun under my pillow because I would shoot myself every time I had to wake up to go into work.  I mean, okay fine its the "daily grind" and everyone who isn't famous, invented something or born with a silver spoon shoved up their you know whats (and yes, I know thats not where you are supposed to put a spoon, but for the sake of my point, bear with me)...okay I guess what I'm trying to say is, I need to get used to it and stop complaining.  Well, I'm used to it.  This is coming from a girl who has had jobs on and off since she was only 13 years old.  Before that I was babysitting.  So again, I'm used to it, and I'm not happy about it.  Enough about work related issues.  Onto the goodness!

July: my little month of innocent fun and remembering the good old days.  Since I can remember, the Butterworth Farm in Loveland, Ohio has been my home.  Part of the Underground Railroad, owned by Quakers and passed down generations, managed by good people raising their families-this place is my Heaven on Earth.  Basically, July is my time to spend at the farm.  The 4th of July party, which has been known in these parts to have lasted two entire weeks what with out of town and locals coming and going, trying to finish a couple of keggers off before they spoil.  Fireworks that land people in jail for a few hours, a pool that haunts those not used to swimming with frogs and lightning bugs flickering, performing their own fireworks show in the giant fields that land below the small hills leading to the Little Miami River.  Wow, you know what?  I think I might head down there now for a fantastic evening of night swimming with some friends.  Its been real.  Until next time...