To remove my splinters, Part 1.

In the spirit of the approaching new year and making resolutions, I'm blowing the dust off of this ol' thing and resurrecting my blog.  There are a thousand of reasons why I've been away (a quick glance at the archive will show this thing's older than my dog), many of which can be summed up by saying, "Well, I've had quite a year..."

Speaking of summaries, I'm going to attempt to do just that: recap my year to the best of my ability (and hopefully include pictures at some point).  Oh 2013, you naughty, naughty thing, you...

In January I:

We are clothed!  But this is still hilarious.

• rang in the new year with a cold
• threw my boyfriend a White Trash 32nd Birthday Bash
  

  

  A sneezy 2013 to you!

  
  
  

I spent my birthday at the Friendship Bell.  So pretty.

In February

• I had my first surgery (right hand, and I promise there's more about that, soon)
• I turned 25 two weeks later and had a Mardi Gras party to celebrate it, complete with a box of authentic MG beads from New Orleans, thanks to some really awesome interwebs/real life friends

Mardi Gras with my girl, Cori.

In March

My musical hero.

• I finally had recovered enough from surgery to be able to start going back to church.  I went to City Church, held at Chain Reaction (an all-ages punk-rockish music venue in Anaheim that I frequented in my teens and early 20's).  My boyfriend, Mike, had been volunteering his time and lighting design skills to the church for months already.  The moment I was there, I felt like I finally found a new place to call home again.  There's something to be said, too, about returning to a place you called "home" as a teen but for even better reasons.
• I saw Andrew McMahon (forever a thing to take note of). And, here's some pictures from St. Patrick's Day, because that happened, too:

The boyfriend, Mike, and I.

Myself and one of my favorite ladies, Shelby.