I survived the last two weeks - the WonderGirl 8th birthday hoopla that included her baptism, then my birthday hoopla that included traveling to Atlanta to play with my band. Early mornings, late nights, and the confirmation that I DO feel a heckuvalot older this year. Possibly due to the late nights/early mornings thing.
I just looked back at my 14 years of blogging (YEAH. DUDE.) and since the second year of my bloggeting, I've done a year recap of my previous year for my birthday. So since 2001 - and last year, I forgot, apparently. How can I remember what happened to 33 year old me, when I had Thing 3 and my brains fell out during delivery.
But ah! I'm a blogger! There's a history of my doings everywheres! In fact tonight at church I'm speaking on journaling, since I keep at least 5. Seriously. No wait - 6. So I looked back and pieced together what happened 2 years ago, and before I pontificate on year 34, here's a brief look at 33:
Survived a wicked winter.
Dani came to visit! So we did this!
Had an AMAZING summer. The baby was too small to get into anything, the Dude had just given up naps and was an actual KID (not toddler/baby) so we got to go on adventures and just be blasted happy lotsa the time.
Did I mention how awesome our summer was? Cuz it was.
And that actually kind of covers it. Not terribly thrilling, but I can use a year of downtime here and there. Stay tuned for 34...