Last year I did a sort of year in review post and I thought I would put together another one because ’tis the season and all that jazz.
2017 was the year of 30.
Ready or not, it was coming.
In January I helped Lisa usher in her third decade of life, Nicole in May and Jessica in June. They helped me in July. We also celebrated our 25th year of friendship. I think that means we’ve been together longer than Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson. Take notes, amateurs.
April marked my 1 year anniversary of working at the vet and my 12 year and 4 months working at the Student Center. I was pretty miserable and didn’t know what to do to fix it. Little did I know what the next few months would bring. I also started a quickly forgotten segment on this blog called Do It Your Damn Self (DIYDS), where I take you step by step through the inane tasks I was given at work. The first tutorial was how to wrap a coffee mug.
While I was looking through my blog posts to link in this post, I realized that 1) I didn’t blog as much as I
should could have and 2) I had written a 2017 wants/wishes post in early February. None of them came true. I’m still really pulling for a new version of We Didn’t Start the Fire and for the 90’s TV/movie streaming service. WHO CAN I SPEAK TO ABOUT THIS?
My year really kicked into full gear in June.
June took me to California. *heart eye emoji* San Francisco quickly became one of my favorite cities that I’ve ever been to. I’m ready to go back, back to Cali, Cali so if anyone can get me across the country with a (nice) place to stay when I get there FOR FREE, let me know.
June also hit me with my first case of fat shaming by a medical professional. I only mention it because I blogged about it and if I blogged about it, it must have really bothered me (it did).
I spent the part of the first weekend in July pretending to be a brunette Carrie Bradshaw. I finally took the plunge and arranged a photo shoot for my 30th birthday. I had the best time and am itching to do it again. stephanie, if you’re reading, i’m so game to throw glitter on myself. i have a black tulle skirt that’s screaming to be photographed.
Smack dab in the middle of July I turned 30 and it wasn’t as scary as I imagined. It was actually kind of magical and I’m hoping that a bit of magic stays with me through this entire decade because I’ll tell ya, it was intoxicating.
I closed out July by celebrating my cousin at her bridal shower and by interviewing for my current job. Turns out, I didn’t blog about either. #bestbloggerever
August was another whirlwind month.
I met my current celebrity husband, Sal Vulcano. I’ll spare myself from any more embarrassment and I won’t post the horrendous picture (of me) that we took, but I’ll link the post here and leave you with this nugget: I purposefully tweeted the picture at him with a funny caption to no response. I JUST CAN’T LEAVE THINGS ALONE. Let my pride die in peace? NO WAY.
My parents threw me a lovely brunch for my birthday – a little late but a lot of fun. It had a little bit of everything that I love. My family, my closest friends, good food and tons of laughs. And cake. A really pretty cake. Amazingly, I didn’t blog about that either. i could have SWORN i did. ridiculous.
I took the giant leap I’d been waiting 12 years and 8 months to take. I officially resigned from my job at the Student Center. There are still times that I can’t believe I don’t work there anymore. I also happily resigned from the vet’s office and while I wouldn’t close the door to going back to the Student Center/Downstate (if the timing, pay, people were right and every star in the sky aligned), I made sure the door to the vet’s office was closed, locked up tight with a chair wedged under the doorknob. god, i hated that job.
Before I started my new job at the end of August, I had one last hurrah in Ocean City, Maryland for my cousin’s beachlorette. I’m glad I had a hakuna matata kind of weekend right before I dove into my new position.
On one of my first free weekends in September, I rode a fish, much to my own surprise.
September flew because before I knew it, I was fulfilling my duties as oldest bridesmaid at my cousin’s wedding. Duties include – dancing like no one was watching (except the 2 cameramen she had walking around), singing to Backstreet Boys songs at the tippy top of my lungs, and catching the bouquet. Oh, what a night.
After that, the year started to slow, yet speed up, as it usually does.
October gave me a very cool and very rare experience (for me) in finding a restaurant that shares my name. Totally beats a lousy keychain.
Also in October, my favorite tiny human turned two.
He wasn’t too jazzed about the whole process but I assured him that if I could turn 30, two was a breeze. We’re in this together.
Christmas came and that same tiny human reminded me of the magic of Christmas when I watched his face light up when Santa rode down the block on a fire engine on Christmas Eve. And also that the box is always more fun than the toy that comes in.
And here we are. I’m ready for the new adventures that 2018 and the rest of my 30th year have to offer. Let’s make it a good one!
Wishing everyone the happiest and healthiest new year!