Okay y'all, 2009 is almost over. FUCK, it has been a hard year. Every year is a hard year, and I keep saying "I hope that this coming year is better, easier, happier, calmer" and CLEARLY I am jinxing us because it just keeps getting harder and crazier.
This year has been long. I lost my job, Kane and Jude stopped coming to see us, there were fights and drama, we lost our house and moved in with my mom, and things in general were just weird and creepy.
There were good times, though. There was much drinking, karaoking, dancing.
We continued on with Drunk Psychology, had lots of fun with it, even took it to New Orleans.
We went to Costa Rica and had so much fun WITH NO GODDAMN AIR CONDITIONING.
But there was beer, so it was okay.
We won that contest, the one called "Drive To Tennessee and Pay $175 For the Dog Who Farts More Than Any Other Dog In the Whole World!!!" Duque is awesome and we love him. But his farts stink. Bad.
I turned 30.
Jason turned 35.
Reed turned 4.
My mom turned... 27?
I got to photograph Guster, one of my favorite bands ever.
Kristi and Chris graduated from law school, passed the bar, and got married.
Reed was their cute-ass- if very ornery- ring bearer.
I made some new friends...
And spent time with some old ones...
Jason and I celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary. The fact that we've managed to stay together, to stay in love, to keep respecting each other and keep wanting to be with each other when things have been as hard as they have on every front, is proof that if you work hard enough you can achieve anything in this world.
We got a one-eared kitten who lives in our Christmas tree.
And I managed to stick pretty closely to my resolution, to be more upfront about my feelings, what's going on in my head and heart. It hasn't always been easy, but I've tried to weigh the pros and cons in the situations and experiences in my life and bite the bullet and speak up when necessary.
Here's to hoping that I'm still around, both in the blogging world and in the world at large, at the end of 2010. This ride just keeps getting bumpier, but screw it, I've got beer.