End of the Year Baaa!

Bunches of people have gone before me. Possible one or two will follow. I've never really been very good at keeping up with fashion. ;-) I liked Leone's take on the organization of it, so I'm stealing her idea.

1) Harken back to your archives.
2) Collect the first sentence you wrote every month for the whole year.
3) Entertain us.

Please note: started this on the 28th. Yes, I'm slow. Added my noirbettie award (squee!) and re-added a weight-loss ticker majiggy down there at the bottom. As I was driving in to work this morning I heard on the news that another Canadian soldier was killed in Afghanistan this morning. Stolen from The Spawnkitty and Chuck. OK, so it's time to get the unhappy post off the top of the blog. Yesterday Fred's cat Sparkie died. There has been a flurry of career activity lately in the little cubefarm where I spend my days. It's been an interesting few weeks. Jeff is a soldier. Which makes me thirty-three today. Today is day three of riding the bus. I am eating a sammich.

Well, that wasn't very interesting. Let's see what happens when I put together the titles of the final post of each month.

Gettin' knitty with it. Ninja name generators. More responsibility. What's the opposite of Spring Fever? Better. Joss Wedon's Speech at Equality Now Awards Ceremongy. Ten days of freedom. My chin hurts. I'm tired of crying. Sweet lethe. Much better, thank you. End of the year baaa!

Only marginally more interesting, aside from my inability to spell. Wedon? Ceremongy? Oy. Somebody get me some Bailey's.

The Return of Sammich

Aka - I Have an Awesome Boyfriend.

Fred and I are on opposite work shifts. I have a nine to five office job, and he works as a shipper from 3:30 to midnight so we rarely see each other during the week. Fred also suffers from insomnia, which is very crappy.

Right now he's in the grips of an insomnia attack, so he was still awake when I got up at 5:15 this morning to go to work. While I took a shower and got dressed, he cooked me eggs for breakfast (he hates eggs, even the smell of them, so this is a pretty big deal), made me coffee, made me another one of those wonderful sammiches with the cheese and ham and green tomato pickle, and took out the garbage. It made my morning so much nicer to have that stuff done for me, and to have a chance to spend a half an hour with him today.

He's gone to bed now, and I hope that he's sleeping. My wonderful man.

Sammich

I am eating a sammich. It's on flax seed bread. It's made up of butter, mayo, romaine lettuce, marble cheese, green tomato pickle (like home made Branston Pickle for anyone that knows it) and Vermont-style ham (smoked with maple syrup).

It is sooooo yummy.

I very much wish that I had more than one to eat today.