Last Post of the Old Year

Here is my annual sum up of the year!
xoxo
Shay

January- Started my job at the Children's Theatre, got in a pudding fight, created the robot box, moved into a new apartment in Salt Lake.

February- chopped 9 inches off my hair, Bridge to Terabithia was finished and performed, Internship started at Utah Trailer Source.

March- Keaton hits his year mark in the mission, Jonny comes home from mission, I meet Judith Rasband

April- Emery hits 1!!! Jake hits year mark! School is finished I have a 3.9 GPA, Job starts at the LDS Business college

May- I visit home, Quit the Children's Theatre, Katy and I had our first fight, Nate moved to UTAH!

June- The accident, my jaw surgery, I visit ABQ, Ben leaves, watched Hot Rod 4 times.

July- I watched the entire series of Ugly Betty, Found a new love for Mint Chocolate Chip Brownie, Turned 19, drove the mini cooper

August- Worked my tail off (60 hours a week), went to 7 peaks, long boarded down the U of U hill, quit all my jobs, tore my ligament in my ankle

September- Moved to Canada, Went to the Calgary Temple open house, went fishing, hiked a mountain, Learned of Adventure time, long boarded a bunch, fall ball,

October- Became FHE mom, Passed out candy at trunk or treat, ate a peanut at FHE, Halloween dance

November- Hospital visits, woot. (This month is kind of a blurr)

December- Moved into Lethbridge with my roommates! Went to Spokane, Ben hits his 6 month mark, Ben comes home. Read the entire Book of Mormon!!

Comments

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