At the start of 2008 I set a precedence for the upcoming months—it was going to be a good year. For the most part, it was. The good far outweighs the bad, but the bad seemed to come in full force right at the end of the year. It's those things that left me with a bit of a bitter taste in my mouth for 2008. Right up to the very last day of 2008, when we shelled out a couple of grand to fix my car. Bitter taste, indeed.
In January I made a list of goals. Not resolutions, but manageable goals. The big one on the list? Read 10 novels in 2008. A breeze for many of you but I had found myself in a rut of reading lots of things, but nothing just for me. I achieved the goal in early August and managed to rekindle my love of reading once more. I set another goal to read 15 books in 2009 and picked up my first read at the library yesterday—Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris.
In February we made G-tot his first snowman, bought a new couch, and were rear-ended by some jackass. That last one was a little scary since G-tot was with us.
I wrote a letter to my body in March and 19 days later my baby turned one. Enough said.
April was a big month for me. Not only did I have to leave G-tot for three days while I went on a business trip to Chicago, it was also the month I started the list. 101 in 1001. It has proven to be a remarkable tool in helping me accomplish a myriad of things in my life. To date, I've finished 37 of the items. Not bad for 259 days.
In May one of the disrespectful Little League parents had the audacity to park in our driveway. It still boggles my mind how they thought this would be okay. Fuckers.
And in June? Well, it looks like most of June was spent outside exploring the world.