A Year In Review: The Break Down

January- I went to Edmonton with a bunch of friends, started round 1 of radiation.

February- Ethan got his mission call to Jamaica, I took a trip to Utah and visited Tycy and Stefan

March - Huge bonfire at Ethan's house, watched Walking Dead, Flippin Family Fun Opens we take a road trip there

April- Grandpa passed away. Started officially dating Austin, Supreme Cooking Nachos Night, Deathbridge Dames Roller Derby, helped move Eric and Yvonne into the Extendicare

May- Phoenix's graduation, Calgary Zoo. Jake came home. Mary got married! Finished radiation.

June- Modeled wedding dresses with Des, Dad's birthday in Great Falls, drove a dump truck, road in the back of said dump truck, Ethan's farewell Moved in with Marlanda

July- Ethan left on his mission, Dance festival, Bridge jumping at midnight, huge sleepover, Selena Gomez concert, painted the barn. Josh was killed in the mission field.

August- Whoop- Up Days, Writing on stone, Utah friends came to visit, finished work, became jobless and homeless, Eric moved into the dementia ward.

September- Fashion Show, moved to Utah, finished my first dress, Christie got her mission call to Salt Lake, played in the mountains

October- Went to a Jazz game, got my new iPhone 5S, took pictures all over Salt Lake with Sarah, Came home to Canada, Halloween dance with Christie

November - was accepted into LIM College New York, Pure Power Wrestling, Comic con, Family pictures, everyone came down

December- Officially took over the conservatory, got the bunny back at work, Leisha's wedding Christmas recital. Made Austin's shoes, Breanne and Christie's Farewell, Calgary trip with the Gordon's!

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