Today's Writer's Workshop prompt at Mama Kat's is to look back on what we were blogging about last year at this time and see how it's changed. I'm going to do you one better. I'm going back into the old archives - yes, the Livejournal days - as well as my December posts from this blog to see what's changed in my world.

We're going back in time to when I was a young wee lass of 23. Enjoy! As you can see, I've gotten a lot less...colourful in my posts. Obviously I need to get some of the old sass back. Or not.

December 8, 2004: you know what I love!!

Cramps!!

They are great. I enjoy feeling as though my uterus is being slowly rubbed against a metal cheese grater, it's amazing, can I please have cramps everyday from now on, kthnxbi.

December 8, 2005: i was craving a snowflake donut like you wouldn't even friggin' believe and i went to tim horton's and guess what? bitches didn't have any snowflake donuts. GOD! IDIOTS!
so i had to make do with a chocolate glazed...borrrrrrrrrrring.

December 7, 2006: I fucking hate bake sales. I work with many Martha Stewart-wannabes who can whip up like, cheesecake cranberry pinwheels and seven-layer orgasmic squares every night of the week. As for me, I am a really good cook...I swear, like for making MEALS aka chicken, potatoes, pasta, that sort of thing...but I am currently baking challenged. I really don't have a lot of baking paraphenilia. I own maybe one cookie sheet, one muffin tin and one casseroley-type dish. I don't have a rolling pin or an electric mixer. I believe in cookie dough that comes from a roll and cake mix that comes from a box (although I love making pies from scratch, crust and all). I know, so lazy...whatever...

Anyway, we have this stupid bake sale coming up tomorrow at work to raise money for the food bank or something and everyone is encouraged to bake something, and I was dangerously optimistic and told everyone I would be making fudge. I've been stressing out about it all week. So my mom gave me this fudge recipe, and I made it last night. It smelled and looked awesome but then this morning, when I tried to take it out of the pan it just kept crumbling. I think I got 5 or 6 pieces of fudge cut that weren't falling apart and looking like shit. So in order to assemble my trays of 6 treats, as they had to be packaged, I had to break into the Christmas baking my mom sent to Halifax with me :( I had to give up my homemade shortbread cookies, gumdrop cookies and lemon bread that I was soooo looking forward to eating. *sob*




December 10, 2007: is it unhealthy that when dad says "you need to stop losing weight or you're going to waste away to nothing" i don't feel any concern...i get excited and feel proud? i'm sure it is, but that's how i feel. i like that people can see a difference. i like being able to fit in my jeans from 2002. i never thought i'd wear them again, and am not really sure why i hung onto them, but i feel so accomplished. i hope i can keep this up.


December 4, 2008: Britney Spears needs to have another mental breakdown again, ASAP. Crazy Britney who shaves her head and drops her babies and marries her high school lab partners is so much more fun than Britney who has her shit together. Crazy > Shit Together. Every time!

December 7, 2009: Today I came home to find next month's Glamour (yay!), some crap junk mail that went straight into the garbage, and a Christmas card.

Only the card isn't for me. It's addressed to "Mr. and Mrs. Peter and Amy Peterslastname".

My last name is not Peterslastname. I'm not Mrs. Amy Peterslastname. I'm Ms. Amy Amyslastname.

December 20, 2010: You don't need to push a 10-pound dog out your vagina to acquire it.
You don't need to give up coffee and booze for 9 months when you decide to get one.
You LOSE weight with a new dog (all those walks!) instead of gaining it.