The Year In Health
Gary's migraine started bad, kept us from traveling, but got better, until his back went out and kept us from the Nephew's wedding and then we thought his heart was bad, and then we thought his wisdom teeth were growing back, so he slept with bandaids over his mouth for a while.
I thought I'd had a heart attack, but it was the cats. I definitively do not have colon cancer. I found out what was causing me to explode in 2011. (Not my vagina at all!) But I went back to physical therapy for another frozen part.
It assume I still have MS but I still can't get an MRI for my brain. Oh, and it seems I can't control my thoughts unless I have 10mg a day of Celexa in my system. Not normal, but 75% less than what I had before. I gave it a shot.
And no matter what, I'm still four grand ahead every month.
The Year In Entertainment
I read ... how many books? One. Bitter Brew. Heard most of it before, except for the exact addresses of all the Busch compounds.
We went to concerts: Ingrid Michaelson, Mike Birbiglia concert (and movie) Crosby Stills and Nash, Regina Spektor, Leslie Buckingham, Paul McCartney, Blue Man Group, and everyone but Alanis Morrissette. Of course, Paul was the best.
The Year In Eating
The Year In Learning
I learned how to make cheese, that intense pain makes me laugh, and that you can't say the r-word for any reason.(Even as an educator. As one childed friend said, the "r-word is the new-n-word." FYI, child-free friends. None of the child-free folks at work knew.)
I learned how to make pie crust, and that flour spreaders go for the throat.
The Year In Nature
International Toe Porn Superstar Spunky Labia sported the natural look.
The Year In Round Numbers
I turned fiddy.