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Yeah I know, “quelle surpris”, but really, wtf?!

Last year was incredibly sucky for almost everyone I know. We weathered it okay, but people we loved were treated badly, lost jobs, got sick and just plain died. This isn’t the first time we’ve had a stretch like that, but it never seems to get easier to deal with.

We all hoped that this year would be better.

I think we all need to hope harder.

I’ve decided to call this the “transition year”.  Seems more promising than “the second year in a row that everything went to shit”.

And again, it’s mostly worse for the people around us, we’re dealing with changes, but we’re not sick or destitute, so it’s all good.

I can’t really get into what’s going on around here except for the monkey’s new job. He’s finally made the decision (weeks of agonizing and I managed not to kill him). He starts on Sept 7. This is great except for the fact that the new job is downtown. It doubles his commuting time and he’s going to use transit. Sounds like many kicks and giggles doesn’t it? Oh and he’s taking a pay cut. woohoo

He is very excited about the job though and that was definitely lacking lately with his current position. We’re hoping the better working conditions will make up for the other stuff.

The only other thing I can say is that I have a little over a year to get my flabby butt back in shape. Started the program in earnest this morning. I think the chick on the workout dvd is a cheery little sadist. I’d find her and kill her if I wasn’t trying so hard to breathe. Fifteen minutes of her perky little moves had me wanting to lie face down on the floor and cry. Of course there was no water left in body, so crying was completely out of the question.

Wish us luck please.

We’re gonna need it.