Don't you hate people who say, "See you next year!" on December 31? I have been saying it all day. I am sort of professionally annoying.
So I thought I would take stock and make chicken soup, and also kind of review my stupid year.
2008 brought me my new blog, Bye Bye Pie, which you're looking at. It was supposed to be a health blog, which I guess it was. I am about 13 pounds lighter than I was at the beginning of the year, although I attribute that to my Topamax and not to eating well.
In February, I got me a puppy, which as you know has been either the bane or the light of my existence, depending on what she has eaten that day.
I think she still has that Black Power-looking fist or whatever it is. It is just much, much smaller. Okay, who can't even stand how CUTE SHE WAS? Look at her little toofs! And her piddy paws! How did I ever leave for work? LOOK at her! And yes, I do still think about Meadow. Does anyone remember Meadow? Kills me.
In March, I accepted my new job as an editor/proofreader at a yet-unnamed place where I went on to meet Tank and Hammy and other people who you may notice I do not mention anymore now that Tank and Hammy read my blog.
And of course, who could forget stressless April, when I left TinyTown, bought a house, lived away from Marvin and the cats and started my new job? What acne blemishes? What rash? What migraines? Okay, it wasn't that bad, but it was kind of stressy.
Nothing really dramatic happened in May, except that Marvin and I discovered that living apart wasn't nearly as fun as we were thinking it'd be. Oh, and Lula got fixed.
And I know one reader who is going to be pretty annoyed with me if I don't mention that it was in May that I had gas at work.
And just one more thing. May is when I discovered we had a webcam.
I guess I spoke way too soon when I said nothing dramatic happened in May.
In June, our little family reunited. Also, I wanted to do Tallulah's DNA and Marvin didn't want to spend the money, so we compromised and I did it behind Marvin's back. I was delighted to discover that our girl was a charming mix of beagle, Tibetan spaniel and American Staffordshire Terrier, or as they say everywhere that they're NOT being politically correct, pit bull.
Some things are better left un-found-outable. Yes, this is a phrase. I would like to take this opportunity to say that my lovely dog has eaten the throat out of very few people, however.
July brought our one and only vacation this year, because we are some kind of weird, work-obsessed, self-punishing Puritans, or maybe because I have a new job and no time off.
Anyway, we celebrated our 10-year anniversary of being married by going back to the bed and breakfast where we did the deed. So to speak.
Yep. Four or five years of happiness. BA! Hahahahaah! That's funny, is what that is.
I really don't remember August. Maybe that was the month I experimented with acid. Oh! I know!
I was training for that ding and also dang half-marathon that Sleeping Beauty and I ran. It is also when I taught you all how to Yoko someone.
Yay! I loved my half-marathon with Sleeping Beauty! I guess that also counts as a vacation, as I got to go to Virginia Beach. And get a ticket.
And then it seems like after that, all I did all autumn was worry about having a brain tumor and breast cancer. Doesn't it seem that way to you? I am still kind of not over how traumatic that whole thing was. Have I mentioned I am still trying to find a new doctor? Everyone I have called isn't accepting new patients.
But you see? Life hands you lemons, and you get a nice hypochondriac's gift from one of your blog readers for Christmas.
So I guess that sums up my year. I hope yours was less drama-filled but that you got a nice hypochondriac's gift. And some use out of the whole how-to-Yoko someone thing.
And hey, people have asked what my theme for next year is, seeing as how the first year it was Bye Bye Buy, about not spending, and then this year was supposedly about not eating crap (not literally. There's a theme. Went another day not eating poop! Well, it really would be a theme for Tallulah). So, next year? My theme? Drum roll…
None. No theme at all. I mean, come on. I never stuck to either of my themes. Must I have a ruse for 2009? Puleese. You know I'm just gonna ramble about peeing myself or annoying Marvin or maybe even peeing on Marvin. Who knows? The world is my oyster.
So, see you next year!