Blog day

It's Sunday -- which per Alison tradition means it's blog day. And I have so much to write about this week, but to be honest, I don't really feel like writing at all.

I usually try to avoid blogging about blogging, because I know the only reason you visit is to see if I've posted any recent pictures of myself making dumb faces (hello, see post below?). But I recently read one of the most fantastic blog posts ever, which I had to link here only because I'm mad that I didn't think to write it myself.

Lately I've been thinking how it seems that all of my internet friends are just about the happiest people ever, their lives wrapped up into neat little packages with pictures of smiling friends and fun anecdotes about activities they enjoyed the previous weekend. And it made me jealous, until I realized that you're all probably thinking the same thing about me. Many of us choose to share the positive and leave out the negative -- and these days, that's how I roll. I guess I feel like I need to explain that in case you've had the misconception that everything is perfect in my corner.

That's not to say I don't have good things going on in my life -- I love my job, my husband is the most wonderful, saint-like man in the universe (in general, but especially for putting up with me), and we have all kinds of fun travels planned in the upcoming weeks and months before I start school in August, including a trip to visit my brother the first weekend in June. But despite all that, sometimes I wonder how many times life can kick someone in the ass over a year-and-a-half period before finally turning around.

Anyway, that's all I've got for now. I plan to start bike-commuting to work this week, so hopefully I'll have something fun to write about before too long.

Cheers

Apparently, someone else had the same kind of year.

I know the year-in-retrospective entry is supposed to come at the end of the previous year, not after the new one starts. But hey, the way things have gone this year, just be happy that you're getting one at all!

2007 ended with a Bang, literally. Brad and I spent most of the evening at The Bang, a DJ'd party that one of Brad's friends puts on every month at a local dive bar. As always, we had a great time. My knee actually held out for a little bit of dancing -- although admittedly, my new best friend, naproxen sodium, was involved (ibuprofen is SO 2007). When we left at 1:45, to our complete surprise, the city was covered in a blanket of snow! About five inches had fallen while we were inside, and it was still coming down like crazy.

Driving home (well, it was more crawling than driving), we talked about the past year. Although some good things did happen, 2007 was a year that we both would love to sweep under the rug. And afterward, we'd want to stomp on the rug a few times, and maybe have one of our cats poop on the rug for good measure. For reasons that I've written about and reasons that I haven't, 2007 was definitely a year worth forgetting.

But that car ride home last night was when I decided to stop thinking about the past, and start thinking about the present. It didn't matter what had happened in the past week, month or year. The snow was beautiful (treacherous driving conditions be damned), sitting next to me was a man who's a better husband than I could have ever dreamed of, and - best of all - no hangover on New Year's Day. For me, at least. :)

So, 2007 sucked. But really - who cares? It's over and done with, and I'll never have to live it again. Ever ever ever. That's all that matters. I'll give a big, fat sparkling grape juice cheers to that.