Is it me or are the days getting shorter?

It feels like ages since I've actually written anything here. I've posted a few pictures and a video or two but my writing time and blog reading has been slim in recent days. I feel like we haven't really visited with each other in a while.

Last week was crazy busy. I had the busiest work week I've had since the ice storm. There were receptions for dignitaries to plan, preparations for a groundbreaking ceremony involving the governor and a two day blood drive. Not to mention a wild day at the office with everybody in a ten mile radius trying to pay their electric bill before the holiday. Nobody wants their electricity cut off during a barbecuing holiday. Then there was the screw up in Papa T.'s medication order, a doctor's appointment and a funeral for a beloved uncle in the midst of everything. I tried my best to pace myself, but there was no getting around the fact that there was much that HAD to be done and a short amount of time to do it. I feel as if my wheels are tied on by rubber bands and one's about to snap. Lord help us, if the wheel comes off. I'm not braggin', but I'm the only Hula-gen on Hubby's side of the family worth a flip in a disaster, and I don't have the energy to play Scarlett to everyone's Prissy. Let's just pray that all stays calm in the near future.

The month ahead will likely fly as it's already shaping up to be full. Teen Angel has midterms (already!), we're taking her and a friend to a Nickelback concert in Nashville, I have a bridal shoot, a wedding shoot and I need to work on Teen Angel's senior pictures. I think we may take a few when we're in Nashville next week. Maybe some with her guitar in front of Tootsies. How fun would that be? In between, there are doctor's appointments for Mama J. and Papa T. and followups for Mama who had thirty stitches on her face when some precancerous skin was removed, and she's had the dental work from hell this summer. Nothing like losing 35 pounds 'cause you can't eat.

September will likely fly, but hopefully the weeks won't fly as fast as this past one did. We need some time to breathe deeply and plan. Plan for the holidays, Teen Angel's college applications and some travel next year. Psst. I think the Hula-gen's are going to New York in the spring. NEW FREAKIN' YORK!!!! More on that soon, but for now lovelies, I must focus on the immediate and as Jimmy B. says, "Breathe in, Breathe out, Move on." Whew. Could someone bring me a margarita?