2011: wtf?

2011 was supposed to be a year like any other.  Instead, it turned into (unfortunately) a year unlike any other.

January
We got a new backsplash in the kitchen!  I slate and found some lovely tiles that I wanted.  Fortunately they also matched our colors, which keeps happening, no matter what I pick out, it seems.  And the end result looks gorgeous!

February
Received news at work that one of my co-workers was leaving.  And just as I was beginning to like her.  blah

March
Had my work annual review.  Learned that I did half of the computer work in the office.  Was told I needed to be nice to Yappy and more social in the office, but otherwise I was doing a great job at my WORK.
Co-worker that I liked left.  Major bummer.
Went to Spokane to visit the cousins and aunt & uncle the week of our birthday.  They surprised us with a cake and the song.  I was immensely touched.  I love them so much.
Got home to, SURPRISE!, Mom waiting for us at our house.  Wonderful birthday.  So happy no one made a big issue of turning 30.

April
Celebrated a full year in our new home.  Yay us!
Learned that co-workers really are immature children.  Requested going to part time and was allowed to do so, beginning May 1st.

May
Switched to part-time at work, finally.  After a week of it, co-workers got even MORE bitchy, so I gave my notice.  7 weeks of it.  I'd had enough and it was obvious that no matter how hard I tried, I would not be allowed to work quietly at work.
I planted my very first garden!  Strawberry plants only.  Hoping they survive the winter and produce again next year.

June
I FINALLY QUIT!!  The relief, the joy, and the mixture of a few dozen other positive emotions summed up my entire month.
Although I was originally planning to go to Spokane right away for the birth of my cousin's son, the plan changed after all.  So I stayed home and literally felt weight lift from me every day.  Best feeling in the world.
I also got to start taking the dogs for walks daily at the big County park.  They had so much fun!  It lasted only until the heat of July made it more difficult--getting up at 7 AM to take the dogs for a walk was soon too hot, even at that hour.

July
The Mister and I went to Denver.  Got Nigel fixed while we had a vacation around town.  Celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary.
90ºF+ every day, rained every night, got to see my first electric lightning storm.  It was our first real vacation, spending more than a day seeing the sights and relaxing.  So lovely.

August
We sold Nigel and ordered a new MINI Countryman.  Saying goodbye to a car was harder than I thought.  He was my first true dream car made real.
Thus began my 3 month homebound journey.  It got old, fast.
But we also got a new heat pump installed in the house.  Heat pump's provide air conditioning in the summer and heat in the winter.  Instead of running on gas, they run on electricity, so bills should be lower in the winter.

September
Tracked my new car on it's ship.  Obsessively.  Every day.  Multiple times a day.  It only took for.ev.er.

October
Things started getting shitty right about now.  Yes, I got my new car.  And the Mister got in a car accident.  It was his fault.
He got written up at work--for not reporting the accident right away, for not bringing his "A game" every day because of his chronic migraines.  His stress was high and no relief was in sight.  He was told that if he had a migraine, he wasn't allowed to come to work.

November
Mom came for a visit, we went to Broad Comedy.  It was a lovely visit.
The following week was Thanksgiving.  I made dinner.  Very proud of myself.

and....December
This month sucked.  Bad.
Received horrible news that made me doubt my life.
And the Mister got fired.  The day after Christmas.  For his "job performance".  Despite the fact that he'd gotten his migraines under control, continued to do his ad work, and was staying late (until almost 9 some nights) at least 3 days a week.

So now neither of us has a job.  It's not how I ever thought the year would end.  The Mister has always had such incredible work ethic, and he's an amazingly dedicated hard worker.
We may or may not be able to stay in our home.  We may or may not even be able to stay in Bozeman.  Although this gives him the chance to start a new job, where he'll hopefully be much happier, it's made our future look unbelievably questionable.

Life is suddenly a lot harder.
Here's hoping the New Year offers us a lot of great chances for a brighter future.

erratic apprising (random update)

Not a whole lot going on here lately.  It got cold, there's sky poo on the ground, and Smudge has returned from her sojourn to the spare bedroom for two months.

So now I'm back to the miraculous ability of multi-tasking:  pet the cat with one hand, rub Lily's paw (no idea why she likes this so much) with the other hand, and stroke Amber's belly with my foot.  Or pet the cat, rub Amber's neck, and pet Lily's belly with my foot.  The dogs are ok with foot love, the cat demands hand.

Smudge has declared Lily's kennel as her bed.  Lily hates me when I tell her to kennel up before realizing the cat's owning her place.
Their eyes only glow when they're in the kennel together, I promise.

Coolest packaging I've ever seen.  It came in the mail a couple of weeks ago.

Cut along dotted line, empty contents, turn inside out and enjoy the new satchel.  Seriously!?  

Turned inside out.

What was before a mailing pouch is now a reusable tote!  How flippin' cool is that!?

Not only has Smudge taken over Lily's kennel, she's helping herself to Amber's food.
I'm still trying to figure out why she thinks she's a dog.
Don't cats usually have disdain for dogs?

All that pilfering is exhausting.  And fattening.
Meet Pudge.

Amber is precious.  Sometimes she just sits there and stares at me.  I wish I could read her mind.

Fog!  Yay!!

This is spotted dick.  In a grocery store.
ew.

Moonrise.  Love it.

Lily doesn't sit & stare, she worms her way onto the couch and paws me until I pet her.
Or kiss her.
Or push her off.

No baking this year!  For the cookie exchange, I made peanut butter balls.  302 of them, to be exact.
This was just the first batch.

Don't my chocolate covered balls look yummy?

Smudge buries her face in pillows now, apparently.  Maybe it's a coping mechanism--if she can't see the dog coming, the dog won't come?
Or maybe it's because she's ashamed of herself for eating dog food?
Whatever the reason, I hope she realizes it makes breathing more difficult.

Biologically Related

I have an older brother.
I have an older sister.
My brother hasn't treated me like a sister since I was a kid.  He was, once upon a time, someone I looked up to, devotedly adored, and thought the world of.
He saved me from the bullying of my sister and sometimes let me hang out with him and his girlfriend.
Now, however, he is many things, none of them being anywhere near the loving, affectionate guy who used to write his little sister letters, or send her reward money for doing well in school,  or have any kind of interest in her life and happiness.
Now my older brother is a bitter, angry, alcoholic bully.  He never has a nice thing to say to me, so I generally try to avoid him.

My "sister" has never been much of one.  Memories of her include her calling me a virgin when I was 11.  As in, taunting me.  Because I didn't know what being a virgin was.
It was also at this time that she told me what a blowjob was.
Not long after this, she insisted I needed a boyfriend, she knew a guy.  The guy turned out to be 15 or 16 and, yeah.  That didn't happen.
When I was 13, she showed me what spermicide was and told me how it worked.
At one point she sicced the bird on me.  We had a parrot, a lesser sulfur-crested cockatoo.  He knew I was afraid of him, so he'd act aggressively toward me.  She decided to basically put him on me and let me try to get away from him.  He bit me, twice, hard enough to break the skin and leave some nasty bruises.
At 14, I thought I'd visit her at her new place in Great Falls.  She got drunk, I said something sarcastic, and she pinned me to the floor.  And proceeded to pound my head into the floor numerous times.
Instead of knowing better, instead of thinking enough was enough, I went back to visit a year later.  That time, in her super tiny apartment, with a pull-out twin bed and a pull-out full bed side by side, she thought it'd be "funny" to "pretend" to have sex with her boyfriend in the bed next to mine.  Loud sex.
How she hasn't caught some terminal VD by now, I'll never know.
A year after that she gave birth to my nephew.  Who, at the age of 10, told his mom he was going to jump out the window of their apartment to commit suicide.  Because she'd been teasing him about having back fat.
When he locked the door to his room and yelled at her what he was going to do, she laughed at him and told him that since they only lived on the second floor he'd probably just end up breaking a leg or something.
She ended up taking him to a children's mental health center.  Where, during the intake process, I witnessed her telling the doctor's on my nephew's case that he didn't help her enough, she has fibromyalgia and she's in a lot of pain most of the time and she needs him to do stuff for her and he just doesn't do enough.  She was clearly the victim in this situation.
My nephew has asthma.  My sister keeps a cat, or multiple cats, in her house.  And, when I tried to help her move from a place close to me, she evidently doesn't clean the liter box.  Ever.
Her cat(s) eventually piss and crap all over my nephew's stuff.
Not to mention the havoc they wreak on his asthma.  Along with dealing with his mother's smoking habit, in the house.
To put her name permanently on my shit list, she called my Mom a c*nt.  And told her that if she ever had another baby, Mom would never get to see it.
The longest position she's held at any level was for a law firm.  She worked there for 2 or 3 years.
Earlier this year she got a tax refund, so she quit the job she had.  I think she'd had that job for 6 whole months.
She's currently pregnant again, after a few attempts and miscarriages.  The father of the baby doesn't want anything to do with her.
I can honestly say, with ever fiber of my being, that I wish anything for that baby but her.  It would be merciful if she had a miscarriage.  It would be wise to have the child taken away from her after she gives birth.  Leave it in the forrest to be raised by wolves, give it to the CIA to be raised as an assassin.  Give it up for adoption to a couple who can financially and emotionally care for, coddle, and love it with no expectations or demands.
I'd offer to adopt it, if I could force words out of my mouth at her that weren't poisonous, venomous and full of disgust.

I'm going to go think of fluffy bunnies and kittens frolicking in the sun under a rainbow now.  Harsh negativity is over now.