12 Months of Ridiculous

This is the first year I’ve done this end-of-year-meme. Kizz has done it for awhile now and it’s one of my favorite lookbacks.

From what I gather here, this year had some rough days, and I spilled it allllll out here. At first I thought, wow, I don’t need to do that so much on this blog. Then I thought, this is my space and I can do with it what I will.

So, for what it’s worth, take it or leave it, I give you 12 months of Ridiculous.


January: I’m not quite settled into the new year as of yet. Living in tote bags, between two houses, I feel strung out

February: It was a really long week. Death does that to time. Just drags it out, like swimming in syrup.

March:  The first day of March was a horrible one. I’ll fill you in on the details later, but just trust me when I say I almost quit.

April: Coming off of a weekend that was just chalk full of socializing it’s taking every bit of effort to force myself to get out into the world and get errands finished today.


June: Friday was just a bitch.

July:  Our first annual Cousinpalooza trip is officially in the books.

August: This weekend will be brought to you by the words Friends and Nesting.

September: What a glorious vacation.

October: Yesterday was rough.

November: November is National Blog Posting Month…NaBloPoMo for short.

December: Today is the second annual #GivingTuesday.


One thought on “12 Months of Ridiculous

  1. Sure there were rough days. We all have them, but when you write about them, the rest of us know to lift you up from afar.

    And more than rough days, I saw words about change and adventure and learning and love and contentment and giving. Those aren’t bad words for the reader to have walked away with.


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