Martha Mayhoo's 2008 Year in Review

In 2008, I gained 25 pounds thanks to the Prednisone.

I lost my desire to work so hard for something I'm not sure I even really want.

I stopped feeling good about the decisions that seemed to make sense last year at this time.

I started putting myself first, just once in a while. It feels good. And selfish. But mostly good.

I was hugely satisfied by the fact that I made my first quilt.

And frustrated by a certain someone who just doesn't bother to listen to me.

I am so embarrassed that I taught my daughter all the words to "Peggy Sue."

Once again, I did do a totally rocking job with learning new recipes.

Once again, I did not finish something I've been telling myself I'm going to finish for the past three years.

The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is ten inches of hair. Someone out there is very happy with their human-hair wig!

The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is that I am a bit more cynical.

I loved spending time with the students in my classes--especially the Monday night students this past fall.

Why did I spend even two minutes trying to convince myself that things were going to change?

I should have spent more time outside, feeling the sun and wind on my face.

I regret buying two pairs of boot that I didn't really need. But they were on a really, really good sale.

I will never regret buying those Wilton cake pans and decorating tips even though with that money I could have bought Jenny Craig for a month or two.

I worked way too much.

I didn't sleep enough.

Shawn drove me crazy.

Was my MIL crazier than ever last year? Or was it me?

The most relaxing place I went was Washington, D.C. to visit sister #3, who knew on a gut level that I just needed to get away and clear my head.

I feel so relieved when I write that down.

Why did I go to Wal-Mart for my produce when Trader Joe's is ten times cheaper and a thousand times better?

The best thing I did for someone else was give a hug when he really, really needed it.

The best thing I did for myself was let myself feel some of the feelings I've gotten so good at stuffing down.

The best thing someone did for me was tell me that I'm a good person and a great mom.

The one thing I'd like to do again, but do it better, is the past year.