Facebook, I tell ya. They know how to do it...sometimes. Well, here's my year in review, with commentary, of course, and some shitty parts thrown in there for fun too. And pictures you probably haven't seen because they've been on my camera since I took them. I'll actually start with the bad. And end with the good. So, you leave here feeling all warm and fuzzy.
A few things have happened this year that have absolutely sucked. Some are not as bad as others, but I'll begin in February.
On to other shitty news:
Besides the boys NOT winning a soccer game this last fall (and me taking the brunt of the blame because I was their coach), the other catastrophic event that happened was that Timmy decided he wanted to move out of his bedroom.
And the last two very tragic events were the loss of Bee and Bozie. I've never spoken about Bozie on this here blog but she arrived a month before Bee died. She was listed as a English Bulldog mix on Petfinder. Paul Bunyan has always wanted an English Bulldog and a brindle. So there. She was going to be IT!
She and Bee played fantastically. For one month, they wrestled and wrestled some more and then kissed. There was only one fight between them. Bozie showed signs of fear aggression the moment she arrived. However, the moment Bee died she really started to growl and scare anyone who came to the door. She snapped at the kids and bit Paul Bunyan. I knew it wasn't the right fit, so mourning the loss of Bee I had to drive Bozie down to Connecticut one week later to surrender her to a rescue that was partnered with the one I adopted her from in Arkansas. This place seemed horrible though. It was a converted gas station with just windows and cement and dog kennels. I cried the whole way home. I was grateful my mother was there to drive- I wouldn't have been able to do it. I had to convince myself that I had done the right thing and that we were just the transport for her to get to her forever home. She was adopted not soon after I brought her to CT. So, I have to believe she is where she's supposed to be. She was labeled, after all was said and done, a Mountain Cur- a dog bred to protect.
The loss of Bee will mar most of the good things that happened to our family in 2014. I will never forget the sight of those reverse lights from my neighbor's car. I just knew. I knew she'd be laying down in the back of it.
I feel her loss in so many ways.
She was a fantastic dog and I'm sad that her ONE fault was the thing that killed her. Well, that and she liked to bark at us if she was bored.
Okay, well that transitions us into the good. There's a bunch. More than I can or want to document here. But the highlights are:
Can you say, "Happy Mum"? So fun to watch her. Well, I shouldn't say that. Let's be honest here. It sucked to watch her play. But I enjoyed seeing her have fun with the team. And I was grateful that she was on a team! Without gymnastics and the pressure to be there all year long, many hours a week, Claire has freed herself up to be present at camp all summer and not feel guilty, to try a fall sport, and to commit herself to theater. She is happy to announce that she got the part of Tiger Lily in this year's production of Peter Pan. And now I'm starting to sound like a Christmas letter.
I found this shot of her dressed up for her FIRST EVER HALLOWEEN!
She's a fucking pissed of Native American, eh? I'm not sure Tiger Lily is that mad.
We'll keep the Christmas letter theme going.
In April, the family took their very first "vacation" without having either set of Grandparents pay for them. We took the train to NYC for two nights.
Everyone wanted to shop, except Mom, so that's all we pretty much did.
In June, the boys graduated from 4th grade.
They miss their teacher tremendously. She was like another mother to them and now they actually have sit and get shit done at school. They hate it. However, it was a special night.
In other news:
And, once again, Paul Bunyan amazes us all with his building prowess. He, and his brother from another mother Jon, put up the post and beam frame for a brand new Sugar Shack this past summer.
I still get amazed at his ability to dream and DO anything and everything he puts his mind to. 1,000
taps are on target for Spring of 2015.
And last, but not least, the biggest thing to happen to me this year was my decision to quit drinking. I didn't want to make this blog about my sobriety and I won't now but I have to say it's probably the best decision I've made for myself since I decided to start washing my face with oil-free face wash. It's been something I've been proud of. I don't know what in my make-up mixes with booze and creates a raging, mean, mommy but something has changed in my blood that, when mixed with fermented liquid, boils up and over the threshold. I cried for three weeks at the loss of my daily dose, but in hindsight it was probably something I should have quit a long long time ago. I'm giving myself a pat on the back for my courage. Because it ain't easy folks.
Here's hoping we can continue to learn from our ways in 2015!