I made some cookies and the citrus inspired sweets snowballed from there.
I wrote a mission statement to clear up any confusion.
I entered a contest and came in third.
I rambled about cameras. And then proceeded to never take another picture again. (Not really.)
I drooled over this man and watched as history was made.
I went house hunting.
I made cake balls for the first time. Amen.
I had a few bad weeks.
I read a few books and was never the same again.
I made a bucket list.
I went to Yosemite.
I survived an earthquake.
I went to a bar. Because I'm a supportive wife.
I freaked out over this long awaited clip.
I started a project.
I quit a project. And moved to Wordpress.
I was taught a very important lesson by a family of ducks.
I made cookies and brownies and fudge, oh my.
I opened up about something I had been trying to hide for years.
I moved back to Blogger.
I celebrated the 4th by riding my bike for exactly twelve years.
I went to the fair and discovered something amazing!
I got laid off.
And these muffins encouraged me to keep my day job.
I went to Phoenix.
I drank too much and forgot how to operate a camera.
I was sleep deprived and went a little crazy.
I reread a few books and my "problem" got worse.
I took a picture of my cat.
I started my period and went nuts.
I watched a lot of TV.
I was stuck in bed with The Swine.
I cut my hair.
I went apartment hunting and took some pictures.
I packed and we moved.
I unpacked and took time out to see a movie. The movie.
And all too soon it was Christmas Eve and I was stressed.
It's been an interesting year. There were a lot of highlights. (You. Edward. Cake balls.) But I'm excited for a new year. One that I hope is pleasantly peaceful and hiccup-free. Not to get all nauseatingly emo on you, but it's been a damn good time getting to know you guys. Seriously the best part of blogging.
Happy New Year, peeps!