Farewell 2011, you Surly Bitch.

Sure, it's been a while. But only until I caught myself outside on the porch in my bathrobe, smoking, did I realize that this blog is far from over.

The major highlight of this year is that I found the love of my life. And at this very moment, he is beside me, curled up with my pup, on our couch. The second highlight of this year is that I survived. I am a proud, 2011 Survivor. Can you say the same?

It was a year of ups and downs. I am gainfully employed... kind of, yet still medicated to the gills. The mental health struggle continues. I am in a good relationship, in a new home which is shared with my spouse. I have a car, a job, a bank account, and a homemade chicken courdon bleu waiting for me in the oven. I do feel pretty blessed.

My mother died this year. And I witnessed a few family experiences that I would like to take back. Mistakes were made, lessons were learned. Yada yada yada. All in all, it's a time for new beginnings and forgiveness for the ass-hattery I'd like to call the gong show of my life. What does this New Year bring? Stay tuned. I'm sure it won't lack in drama and eventfullness, love and anger, or tears and diarrhea. That's right, I went there.

As my sister poignantly stated: "Happy 2012, Bitches." All I know is that this year, I'll be sure to strap on the emergency chute. You can never be too prepared.

xoxo
The Bathrobe Smoker. I feel I have at least upgraded.