Happy New Year

2008 was a year filled with competing demands and a shitload of generally shitty stuff happening which I never really wrote about.

Here’s a precis of my year:

January

I wrote something about what I’d learnt in 2007. Fraid I never really learnt anything in 2008.

I contemplated the desire for an album full of the sounds of an orchestra just tuning their instruments.

I re-connected with an old girlfriend I hadn’t seen in 13 years and she was one of my closest friends last year.

I seriously dug Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

February

I dreamt about carrying my partner’s disembodied head around like a bowling ball.

I took part in Neil’s Great Interview Experiment over at Citizen of the Month and was interviewed by the lovely Margalit.

I also interviewed Miriam of Miriam’s Ideas.

Aaaah…the Apology.

I started crocheting a blanket. Still haven’t finished the fucker….

March

I got sloshed at the Melbourne Food & Wine Festival wearing 4 inch heels. Dufus.

I reflected on how the hell I ever got pregnant, being on the pill and all.

I was listening to KISS play at the Grand Prix….from across the Bay.

I was collecting phone numbers on napkins from spunky baristas.

I was having a number of footy conversations, namely an amazing conversation with a Hawthorn supporter who had no idea who Buddy Franklin was.

We took part in Earth Hour.

April

Conversations about underwear

A conversation in which I postulate that people eat the way the have sex.

Eddie’s first photo of her parents.

May

My hatred of the word “panties”.

June

I reviewed Sex & the City – hated, hated, hated, hated, hated it!!!!

We went to the drive-in!

I wrote about turning into my mum.

I bought some street walkin’ high heel boots.

We sold Whitesnake singles at a garage sale.

I boxed Facebook profile pics into 10 distinct categories. Two more were pointed out to me by commenters.

Girlfriend and I went looking for meaningless sexual encounters in Melbourne cake shops…that alas, no longer existed.

July

I remembered why I get very annoyed going out with lady friends for drinks.

I did a little movie of my daughters photographs.

A post in which my partner reveals which AFL player he would turn gay for.

August

I celebrated when Starbucks got the arse. Woo-hoo!

I turned 35!

I got all fired up about all the penises I was seeing in the TV series ‘Oz’.

My flirtation with local bike shop god.

I was sick. Really sick. For months.

And I twittered for the first time.

I moved to WordPress.

I wrote about my version of romance.

I posted a pic of my dumpling daughter at her dumpling best when she was 8 months old.

A post about a near miss experience when I seriously thought my partner and I were going to die.

A brush with fame in which I restrain myself from tonguing Shaun Micallef.

September

My darling child turned 3.

I got all stressed out.

Then placated myself with a video of Jerry Lewis. Oh, how I adore him.

I bitched and moaned about celebrity couples “doing it all ourselves” when they have kids. Bullshit artists…

October

Clearly nothing happened in October…

Or more to the point a lot did, but I couldn’t be bloggered writing about it.

November

Obama.

Waxing shenanigans.

Family anguish.

Movember.

December

I get pissy with Rolf Harris and another nameless blogger.

I finally start reading again and write my very first book review, but I’m so lazy I only agree to write reviews under 50 words.

We got to the races!

Christmas

I do hope 2009 is a better year.