|Trips:||24||(Grayling MI (3), Lebanon NH (4), Boston (2), Gent/Belgium (3), Chicago (7), New York NY, Portland Maine, Florida, Milwaukee, Colorado)|
|Cons:||3||(ConFusion, Penguicon, Conclave)|
|Illness/injuries:||9||(Many too many!)|
|40th birthday parties:||5|
Started the new year with my new friend M. Started a new job at TA, a work-at-home job, which required a fancy office rennovation. Went up north to ski with my new friend M and our usual cohorts, then drove from there to the airport. Flew to New Hampshire for my first business trip there (also my first full week of work). It was the same week as the NH primaries. I stayed in the same hotel as Barak Obama, and it was the first time I'd heard of our now-president-elect.
M has a 40th birthday party. I attend, but we weren't "out" (meaning we didn't act like we were dating). I begin doing my new job from home, and find I enjoy it. I manage a ship full of pirates at ConFusion. I fly to Boston for work. I go to Cirqu de Soleil with a bunch of friends, including M, and we act "datey". Now we're out at least. I ask if he wants to be my boyfriend. He says it's too soon. I begin the Couch To 5K program.
I enjoy celebrating Groundhog Day, making a cool groundhog-decorated (but store-bought) cheesecake. I buy a cool-looking vintage dress, despite not having anywhere to wear it. M takes me out for dinner on v-day, to make up for missing groundhog day. M asks me to be his girlfriend, and I say yes. I register for Race For The Cure. I work on my running. I fly to Gent for my first European business trip. Upon returning, I celebrate another 40th birthday party at a friend's house.
I get a stomach flu the week after returning from Gent. I buy a great pair of city walking shoes (which I've been wearing almost every day since!) I go skiing up north for spring skiing with my usual ski buddies. I catch a nasty cold. I drive to Chicago for Easter.
I have another flare-up of my occasional salivary gland infection. I go shopping with M for a decorative sun-face for his livingroom. I fly to New Hampshire for business. I attend Penguicon immediately upon returning and meet the XKCD guy. Spring finally starts making an appearance, interspersed with hail (it IS Michigan after all). I buy a comfy queen-sized mattress.
I join a bunch of friends to see The Proclaimers in concert. M and I help a friend assemble a cool wooden swingset for his kids. My new bed arrives. I start riding my bike outside. I form Team Alpaca. I fly to Boston for work. I went dancing at Luna, and was photographed for the News. I caught another cold. I went up north to celebrate yet another a friend's 40th birthday. I ran in the Race for the Cure, eleven minute miles, and raised a lot of money.
I flew to Gent for business. I had a birthday. Yay! It was in Belgium, which was less Yay, but coworkers took me out. M gave me alpaca shirts and earrings for my birthday (the week prior). I biked a lot. My parents visited my house. My sis and I flew to NYC to celebrate her birthday, and saw Wicked!. I bought a pretty dress.
I saw fireworks in Michigan and Maine. M and I went to Portland Maine for a mini-vacation. I went from there to New Hampshire for business. We had our team's first layoff, and went to a Mexican restaurant to say goodbye. I visited Chicago to see my family. I went up North with my usual crew, went out on the lake boating and relaxing.
M and I went to Florida with several other friends to watch two of his friends get married. They were successful, and nobody was fed to the alligators. From Florida, I flew to Newark then Brussels, then took a train from Brussels to Gent, then a cab directly to the office for a week's worth of planning and design. I requisitioned a company bike in Gent, and enjoyed riding it around the city (adding to the number of countries in which I've biked). I also visited Brugge my last night in Belgium. I replaced my Treo with a shiny blue Centro. I went out to dinner with a bunch of local friends. I had a 3-day headache. I got to pet an alpaca at the state fair.
M and I went to Milwaukee then Chicago, to see some of my family. I rode a bike while in Wisconsin (adding to the number of states in which I've biked). I rode my bike to SEMGS, then I flew to New Hampshire for business. I had my first UTI. I designed shirts to Team Alpaca, but we did not get them in time for the Tour De Troit. I discovered my job was being eliminated. I wore Jammies For Dion the week before he died. I got my porch steps replaced.
I said goodbye to my project team, my full-time companions of the past ten months, and had to do it via email since we were already separated. I gave blood. I went to Conclave. I worked on updating my resume. I rode my bike to Metro Beach. I organized the Tour Livingston, which included Team Alpaca shirts and a visit from my sister. I had my left knee examined by an orthopedic doctor and MRI'd. I passed my SCJP Java 6 certification. I flew to Colorado on my own dime to attend the Colorado Software Summit. I had another flare-up of my mouth/gland issue. I attended my first tailgate and Spartan football game.
I voted, and Obama (practically my roommate from January!) was elected president. I had roosters injected into my knee. I had several interviews. I raked a lot of leaves. I drove to Chicago to play with my nephew and niece. I was single at the prom. M shot a deer. I sold some stuff on CraigsList. I went to a pub crawl to celebrate yet another 40th birthday party. M joins me on another drive to Chicago, this time for Thanksgiving. I continue to search for work, and go to interviews.
M and I successfully hunt and slay our very own Christmas tree. We celebrate the 1-year anniversary of our first date. I drive to Chicago to interview with Google (which goes well). The feared White Death falls from the sky, which necessitates a lot of shoveling. M and I celebrate Pretend Christmas together. I am offered a (potentially) good job (not by Google). I accept it. I drive to Chicago yet again to visit with my family for Christmas Eve. On Christmas day, I drive to Plymouth to have Christmas dinner at M's mom's house. I catch a final cold of 2008, then after it fades M and I tour several friends' houses to celebrate the end of the old year and look with hope toward the new one. Here's hoping 2009 is better than 2008, and that it surpasses all our expectations!