My life seems to be on ff (fast forward). I would like to slow it down. I am going to work on that for the month of December.

And remembering that the last 11 months were full. Really full. And fast. Too fast.

I went to yoga for New Year’s Eve and brought 2011 in peacefully, quietly and wonderfully.

There was skiing, three 30th birthdays, gym, yoga and football.

I turned 28 in February and became a redhead.

I made homemade fortune cookies.

We saw Michael Franti and Spearhead and John Mayer at Madison Square Garden.

We celebrated Kim’s 30th in March. In Europe. With Dave. Nothing and everything was the same after that trip.

We saw Billy Joel and Elton John in Albany.

I ran the Shamrock Run. First and last race of the year.

There was yoga, birthdays, Artisnal cocktails and blind dates.

There was Team Pixie Dust dinner dance and Passover. For 20.

April brought bonfires, yoga, ACS gala, tres leche.

I took a Photoshop course, through a surprise party for my brother at Mercato and went to LA.

In May we went and met the Mendelsen men. It’s a choir. And we love them.

I got new couches, went to meditation, heard Nacirema, drank Grey Dog raspberry ice tea.

I signed a lease.

I cooked ramps.

Went on a booze cruise which lead to changing roles, rules and expectations. Thank you Universe for teaching without hurting too much.

And then I moved. In. With. A. Boy. Roommate.

Had my first and only deer encounter. “Welcome to the country,” I was told.

Went to Dave.

And Mountain Jam.

Baby showers, Relay for Life, babies, Band of Horses and painted the rest of June.

The 4th / housewarming extravaganza.

Then the summer went so fast all of our heads spun. There were concerts.

And backyard BBQs, bonfires, butterflies and sunsets.

My ridiculously fabulous sister turned 21. I remember the day she came home from the hospital. She was very little. She had a curly ‘do. She smelled new. She smirked before she smiled, screamed before she coohed and had me in the palm of her hand before she opened her big brown eyes. Apparently praying for a baby sister every night for nine months worked. Years have passed and there have been ups and downs, but she still made it with grace to the legal age. May she have 100 more birthdays just as great as this one. I will make cake for every single one.

One day two crazy gals ripped out a hot tub from the ground. And then the following weekend built a stone patio. Talk about surprising yourself.

We threw a “Hello Fall BBQ.” This was to subsidize the lack of an end of Summer BBQ. This is also when I learned that everyone doesn’t love parties as much as I do. And I also learned that the same people love me enough to have them anyway.

There was FOOTBALL. Every time we played football in the park I wanted to watch the Daria episode where she yells, “FOOTBALL.” It was my closest connection to my gut reaction in playing the sport. I just wrote playing a sport and me in the same sentence. I think we should call someone about this.

In October I sent off a dear friend to California, my wingwoman. It was sad. I made cake. And that’s all I’m gunna say about that.

There were trips to walking towns, Sunday night dinners and the change of the seasons.

We celebrated Halloween (my most favorite holiday) with a house party. There was decorations, shenanigans and lots of laughter. Please note “Party’s Here” carving stage right.

We went to Philly to cheer on my brother-from-another-mother in his second marathon.

The gaping hole in this 2010 recap will be from mid-November to mid-December. That’s when everyday seemed to be, “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.” Throw in a 10 year high school reunion, a few mind games and a dash of depression and we’ve covered that chunk of time just fine.

On to the end of December. We bought a Christmas tree. It was a humorous experience and worth every second guess of the “perfect” tree.

Holiday cheer and snow arrived around the same time.

Here we are. Prepping for New Year’s Eve again. How did that happen?

Wishing you all the best for 2011. Thank you for being here and allowing my creative outlet to invade your screen. I have a lot of faith that the best is yet to come. A lot.