Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen things about my last 13 years. [Technically, I think this started elsewhere, but I'm just so happy to see ICL back I'm crediting her.]

2006--There is a teenager in my life! And it's not that bad. Yet.
2005--I play nurse. And not in a fun way: Beast's back puts him down for the count.
2004--Most of this year, I'm 40. It's not so bad.
2003--Built our house! The best decision we ever made.
2002--I started my last year of teaching Sunday School. I just couldn't take it after the end of the school year (which is, technically, 2003). I will do it again, but not for awhile yet.
2001--The nightmare of second grade ends, with Sparky unmedicated and still retaining his 'normal' label despite a really stoopid teacher. I learn that I have to stand up for my kid, and that I can't always trust the schools.
2000--We survive Y2K and go to Maine via Canada. Probably the last time we'll stay at what used to be Sunset Harbor. A wonderful, beautiful vacation.
1999--The plan for the new library takes shape and we prepare to move out to a temporary location for a full year. The new building looks huge on paper!
1998--Sparky heads off to Kindergarten in the fall. We are close enough to walk, though I accompany him. He will be able to walk to school until 5th grade, when we move.
1997--My body just totally betrays me: surgery, cancer scare, no more kids. My mom is, surprisingly, an amazingly positive support.
1996--Was this the year my brother-in-law ended up in the hospital and then his 5-hour stint in rehab? Yep. I still strongly feel that I betrayed my nephews, myself, my late sister, and my brother-in-law by not handling this better.
1995--This was not a good year. Uhm, the highlight was delivering newspapers in the mornings. We were poor (for us), and I was terribly, terribly deep in a pit of depression.
1994--The single most stressful year of my life. If you look at this list of stressors, I dealt with five of the top twelve, and one of those five (death of a family member) twice. The best that can be said is that I survived and have (mostly) recovered. My fucking YEAR FROM HELL.