In any case, not the most auspicious beginning to 2013 but luckily I'm not superstitious like that. I mean, often March comes in AND goes out like a lion, am I right?
So, year in review! What happened in the Boyhouse in 2012? Quite a bit, it turns out.
January was a banner month in that Mark wore pajamas to school for Pajama Day for the first time ever, I realized that, just like back in the day when I was "clubbing" - although I don't think it was called "clubbing back then" - coloured jeans are in style (sign of impending apocalypse?), and I got all defensive of yoga.
I went to Maui for the first - but definitely not the last - time, saw some whale tail, and then I came crashing back to earth while reading the Lutheran Ladies' Family Favourites Cookbook.
March was a difficult month in the Boyhouse, and not just because I became nearly homicidal in the grocery store. On a happy note, Mark turned eight, and I admitted to being totally FLY.
I admitted - not for the first time - that I am a High Maintenance Girl, my dog was an idiot, and I officially became older than Mrs. Robinson.
May was pretty exciting. Barkley tried to kill the neighbour's cat, we renovated the kitchen, and I realized while cleaning 136 drawings off of my fridge that my boys are one step away from moving out and calling me once a week.
Buoyed by the speed and fabulousness of our kitchen renovation, we decided to renovate our bathroom, refinish our fireplace, and redo the front entry, which made June a very long month full of much noise and swearing contractors. I also very sadly broke up with cheese and other dairy products.
July was the month of the Stampede - yee-haw - the week where an alarming majority of people in the Calgary area embrace their inner cowboy, I talked about how kindness can change the world, and I became obsessed with Mad Men.
I went on vacation and came back to an ant infestation, my kids went to my parents' place and I had a minor Landslide-related breakdown, and Foggy the hippo, Jake's favourite zoo animal, died.
I went on a solo trip, and couldn't figure out how to open the gas cap on the rental car, Jake turned seven, and I wrote my 500th post, on how boot cut jeans are the new mom jeans.
I received a big package of bodybuilding paraphernalia, I admitted to being a total snob, and I searched far and wide for a non-slutty pirate costume.
I found some awesome outfits in the Sears catalogue, I took a picture of myself first thing in the morning and talked about moustaches (not mine), and I reacted to People's Sexiest Men Alive list with a list of my childhood crushes.
So that was 2012 in the Boyhouse! What will 2013 bring?