No, I’m not talking about that delicious plosive visceral “F” word which exists to convey a multitude of feelings: anger, surprise, elation, disbelief. I could go on. Not that one. Love that one.

You know the one…its very existence elicits images of doom, gloom, rain, fog, cold frigid temperatures. Starts with an “F” ends with a “Y”. Good question too…WHY? Every year I dread this “F” word. You know the one.

February.

The month of doom and gloom.

The month that, in my opinion, exists to rip my delicate soul from my body and carelessly dangle it over a volcanic pit of despair. That most dreaded “F” word is rapidly approaching.

This year, Im making it my mission to enjoy this wretched month. And in doing so, I have set forth a lofty goal: I want to adopt a more efficient cataloging system for my pictures. I’m aware of how lame that sounds. Or in this case, reads. When I go through old pictures and videos it always puts me into a state of appreciation for our little family. Allowing time for reflection and memories to reminds me of the most beautiful gifts in my life and to give thanks for them. Sounds like the perfect solution to combat my absolute loathsome feelings toward that dreaded F word.

Last night I found several videos that had been shoved into an “I’ll tackle this later” folder. Oldies from our murder home days. really brings all of my warm fuzzy feelings into perspective.

I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this coming “F” word month dammit! I hope you enjoy it as well!!