Four years

It's been almost exactly four years since I've posted here. Even though my other posts only go back to 2008, I've really had this blog since 2003 or 2004, but I erased all those posts long ago because they were embarrassing. All of my old posts that have survived don't seem to be as stupid, so I'll leave them as a diary for me to look back on.

A lot has happened in four years. Around the last blog post, I got a dog, another cat, bought a house, and moved in with my boyfriend (actually he moved in with me, ha). My first cat died shortly after. Then my 22-year-old cat at my parents' house died. A year later, in May 2010, my boyfriend became my husband. Only two of my friends went to the wedding. We honeymooned in Jamaica. We've been to Texas at least once or twice to visit his sister. My grandmother died. My husband's horse had a baby. During this time last year, we were getting ready to go on a road trip to California, something I've always wanted to do, and received a letter for an audit right before we left, of which I am still dealing with repercussions. My dog died. We took in a stray who had seven puppies that we are trying to find homes for. My mother has been in the hospital three times in the past year, once for a rapid heartbeat that turned out to be from a medication she was taking, a second time for diverticulitis, a colon flare up, and the last time to have a colon resection, which is what it sounds like: part of her colon was cut out the rest was put together.

This year has been pretty good so far. I finally figured out that taking lots of vitamin D makes my seasonal depression disappear. I resolved last year to be healthier, and I actually have. My work life is much, much calmer than it ever has been. I have a (mostly free) trip to Orlando coming up in three weeks and a (very expensive) beach festival to go to in May. I'm hoping I can get in better shape by the time summer is officially here, so I won't be embarrassed to put on a bathing suit. We'll see if I actually accomplish that, or if I do what I do every year and just say fuck it and wear what I want.

Maybe I'll remember why I always loved writing and keep up with this blog. Even if no one else ever reads it, it's fun for me to look back on.