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Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Happy New Year

As I lay here in bed, shaking off the previous evening's cobwebs...I feel compelled to reflect on the previous year.

Wanna hear it? Here is goes (remember that from In Living Color???)

I turned 40.
My son turned 18.
My other son turned 16.

All monumentus occasions, the latter reminding me that I'm 40.

I had an awesome 40th. Both in Lewiston and in Walla Walla. I love my friends and family!!!

My great niece Allyson was born!!!

John was in a car accident. Rear ended by someone going 60. He is still having treatment for that.

My husband got a new job.
I stayed at my old job.

We went to Walla Walla and Spokane. I thinks that's as far as we travelled.

Fisher travelled to Auburn, Yakima and Spokane for marching band.

I went to Vegas for work.

My dog had her tubes tied.

We grew big pumpkins.

A nail started sticking out of one of the steps to the attic.

John shaved his beloved goatee and sippy sappy.

Really, I only travelled once for work this year? That can't be right!

We found out that we're in that income bracket that makes you not eligible for college financial aid.

Brayden realized the importance of getting good grades...After he graduated.

Brayden moved to the basement.

Brayden starts at CC in a couple of weeks.

Fisher celebrated one year with his girlfriend. Pretty good for someone turning 16?

Fisher was nominated for all state marching band.

I discovered Salted Caramel Mocha Frappuccinos.

I gained 10 pounds.

Oh ya, I had 1/2 my thyroid removed and now have a killer scar.

And had a colonoscopy (preventative measures are key, people!!!)

John squeaked one of those in this year, too.

This has been a pretty fantastic year. The biggest downer has been that my husband is out of town for 2 weeks at a time, but in our usual Make lemonade out of lemons fashion, we take advantage of Skype and spend quality time talking every night. And time home is even that much more special.

To wrap it up...Happy New Year everyone!!! Don't sweat the small stuff. Or rather, don't sweat. That's gross.

Oh, and I don't do resolutions. No sense in setting yourself up for failure!