or so it seemed.
I feel as if I should break out in a rendition of "I Will Survive" but change the words a bit to reflect the fact that the month of May 2012 did not kill me. But, boy howdy, did it ever give it the old college try. I have missed posting, but to be honest, there was precious little time this last month to do anything more than what was required to get through. The quick summary of "that which will not kill me will make me stronger" went something like this:
Time crunch deadlines to finish and publish then finalize all necessary paperwork for transitioning off of a service organization Board position as Secretary and Project Co-Chair / c.r.a.z.y. high volume-quick turn jobs at the shop / Prom / finishing up some house tweaks for soon to arrive houseguests / trip to Arkansas for one son's graduation / back home and more crazy work stuff / family arrival for second son's graduations from his schools / putting attending Carb Day at the Indy 500 on my bucket list so that it could be marked off (and of course it would be ridiculously hot that day!) / cooking / rolling hot flashes / more cooking / rabid insomnia (that is the only way to describe the insomnia that results in someone cleaning their oven at 1 in the morning and then on another night filling cupcakes with Nutella at 2 in the morning!) / more insomnia / more rolling hot flashes / and finally ending on June 2 with a day at the Hoosier Hills Fiber Arts Festival.
Here are a few pics (minus the middle of the night antics of insomnia driven domesticity):