I did this last year too and it was fun for my most narcissistic side to go back and reread and remember. So what was up with us in 2011? It was the smallest number of communications since I started writing, save for the first year which really didn't start going until Summer 2006. I was busy. Still am. Here's some year in review:
In January, we have a snow day. I get too busy with too many broken things. I go camping with snitchy-cat girls (wow, that was only last January??).
February, we went to Disneyworld. Yes, Disneyworld. Then I got to make the hardest phone call I've ever had to make. Billy got his first haircut. Fiona took first in her reel at a feis. And we spent a night in the basement through a tornado warning.
In March, I saw a movie that made my heart glad. I went on a mah jongg girls weekend and pondered it later. I walked in a parade and Fiona danced at a bar. A bird made me relax. I remembered something I knew for sure.
In April Daisy found a missing cat and returned it to its owner. I listened and prayed at Easter. I freaked out about rising flood waters.
In May I saw a spider and a bluejay. I sanded part of a floor. I said the words "group obtuseness". I went to the country. And more country here.
June brought with it sunburn and capsizing a canoe on purpose. I chatted with a Muslim woman in the grocery store. I consumed mass quantities of garlic scape pesto, and Daisy wrote about Australia.
July is my anniversary. Daisy was in a show. It was too hot. In August we went to Portland (actually the end of July) to get away from the hot. That is all.
In September I started teaching art. I realized dance was over for Fiona. Billy went to speech.
In October I went to mass. Another girl scout camping trip and a homemade Irish dance costume. I thanked heaven for my next door neighbor the endodontist. I thought about eating deer (and ate it, too). Bleys died. And the girl scouts went on a trip.
In November I was accused of being far older than I am. We went to Pere Marquette. Daisy is sweet. I tried hard to be thankful.
In December I hurt. I went camping. I hurt some more. We made a silly gingerbread house. But mostly I just hurt. It sucked.
I have high hopes for 2012. Last year was stressful--many things I didn't write in the blog because of the players involved. I'm hoping this year I can say everything because nothing will be so so bad.