2022. Amirite?

I realize this title makes no sense whatsoever except for me (and maybe others) who have already had a very aggressive 2022. This is my half-ass attempt to get back into writing something for fun while remaining accountable to maybe the 5 people that will see this or read this (Shout out to Gaga and my friend Gretchen!). Don't question my methods. 

Here are some updates, to get my imaginary audience up to speed:

• We moved into a new house! Can you even believe? This was truly spurred on by the pandemic, being stuck in my house and walking around my neighborhood for 2 years, and the crazy housing market which resulted in my house being sold for more than I would ever dream of. That house and neighborhood did me right ... until it did me wrong. That is a whole other story for another day.
  
  Our new house is stupidly big for us, came with a malfunctioning hot tub, a whole house generator (I mean, okaaaay), a few mice, and a pool table and weight machine (that I have been assured by the middle aged men in my life is "good quality") in the basement. It also has beautiful light, a LAUNDRY ROOM (can you even imagine?) and a big tub that is very 90s, but IDGAF because I love baths.
  
  The neighborhood is great, the location is perfect (Shout out to Intech!), and the neighbors seem nice and normal, even while I've already branded myself as the lady who walks her tiny, psycho dog 5 times a day (sometimes in her PJs). Which brings me to the next bullet ...

• We got a "dog"! I'm not sure what he is, but he's a "special boy" as Lucas likes to call him. His name is Loki, he is 10 lbs, and had a rough start to his life being shot by a BB gun, by I think his previous owners? I was very set on rescuing a dog, but in classic Bri fashion, did not think about what implications rescuing a dog would have. In this case, it appears a heaping amount of PTSD, an affinity for peeing literally everywhere, and a love for running with wild abandon in the great big world. Again, he's a special boy.
  
  I've only had him for a little over a month and he has run away 3 times (at press time). The third time he ran away so far, I had to just let him go because I had to take the boys to school and also go into work to help run a conference. Shockingly, he found his way back to our house and was waiting for me to pull in after about 30 minutes of being gone. He was covered in mud and burrs and looked like he had been through some thangs. If I believed in pet psychics, he would be a prime candidate. 
  
  Anyway, he's a lot of work, and I'm not saying I regret my decision, but I'm not not saying it either. 😬

• My kids are teenagers. (Well, Sam is literally 1 day away from being one). And, boy oh boy what a wild ride that is. In all fairness, they are both really sweet, good kids (and yes, I am obviously very biased, but I think I could provide you with at least 4 adults who are not related to them that would say the same thing.) But, teenagers ... they hit different. 
  
  Nothing can prepare you for the feeling of being made fun of by your children. Especially when they were the ones you could count on for a big dose of acceptance and love. Not anymore! Everything I do is "so cringe" (and I actually think cringe is out). Abe "worries" about me "being alone" with the dog, because I "might get hurt." I mean, WTF are you kidding me!? Somewhere along the lines, my personal brand went from #1 Best Mama, to Unhinged Crazy Boomer. I don't even know. 
  
  I will try to provide more updates on them, because I realized the content on this blog is very weighted with delightful baby and toddler stories. The teenage years deserve some stories. I will try to deliver.
  
  

That's the big stuff. I hope to write more to help dispel my reputation as Unhinged Crazy Boomer. I feel like writing a blog is very 2003, and also maybe a very punk thing to do in 2022, especially with TikTok and whatever other new, addicting, social media content generator is on the horizon. I've said this before, but how is Blogger even still in existence? I'm too lazy to move this all to a Substack or whatever the cool kids like Padma Lakshmi is using these days. So, you know, click the link in my bio, like, and subscribe. ✌