I know, it isn’t QUITE the end of the year and something totally thrilling and blog worthy COULD happen in the next 36 hours, but I am posting my Boyhouse Year in Review today. There are some exciting changes afoot in the Boyhouse, mainly that this blog is going to be moving! Yes, soon you will be able to find me at www.girlinaboyhouse.com, and those of you who find my blog via the search term “girl in a boy house” are going to be pleased with my new address. For those of you who have found my blog via the search term “braless in white shirt” and “milf fur coat”, well, I guess it won’t help. To be honest, if that’s how you found this blog, I’m unsure I would be able to help anyway.
But let’s look back at 2013 in the Boyhouse, shall we?
|Me, recovering from norovirus, and cheering for the (SUPERBOWL CHAMPS) Ravens|
I heard Sunglasses at Night twice in a ninety minute span on the same radio station, my life flashed before my eyes when I was almost crushed by a display of tampons at Costco, Mark turned nine, and Jake fell in love with the new hippo at the zoo.
I saw the greatest license plate ever, I realized that garden centres are the sexy pickup clubs of the elderly, and I broke my own rule and chaperoned a field trip.
I went to not one but two high school reunions and talked about hair from the 80s, I put on my married lady pants, and I wondered how Lee Garner Junior made Roger Stirling “hold his balls”. This was also the month of the devastating floods in Calgary.
I talked about things my husband dislikes about me, a brave undertaking if ever there was one, I talked about fashion, and my own questionable choices back in the day, and my husband gave me a Cosmopolitan magazine.
The kids went back to school and I made a lot of lists, I cried in the grocery store and wondered what it would be like to have Mrs. Hall as a mother-in-law, Jake turned eight, and we had a moustastrophe.
I went to a blogging conference and learned an important lesson about myself: if Vanilla Ice is playing, I will always do the running man, I got all full-moon-crazy, and it was Halloween and I had a hair crisis.
My beloved grandma passed away, I got bossy about Christmas, and I accidentally left the dog in the garage when I went to take him for a walk.