2013 in pictures

So here is my rather mundane year in pictorial representation (I nearly said pectoral, in which case that would have been easier, you could see the gradual growth of my biceps, but there's no need to make roided up boys jealous, so let's nip that). There is one for each month, with a sentence (ish).

January

I baked all the things in January, because the delirious summer heat makes me think, let's turn the oven on all day. I am however quite proud of producing the beigli (no, autocorrect, not a beagle, us asians don't eat dog ALL the time).

February 

Got a new bike, which was alarming news for my knees, who barely recovered from my first bike, aptly named Bruiser. This one, by all accounts, should have been named The Undertaker.

March

Went to a Garbage concert, and ok, fine, it was actually at the end of Feb, it's just that my calendar pretty much goes: nothing-nothing-nothing-nothing-EVERYPARTYONPLANET-nothing-nothing-nothing. And Shirley Manson's FB page is worthy of an entry, she has about as many posts as I do about her dog.

April

It was sometime in April that my iBooks sold more than 2,000 units, and could make enough money to buy, say, a hat.

May

May was when Little Head (or "my partner", in civilised company) proposed, and when I saw the Toblerone in the ring box, I made that otter face.

June

Now I don't know about you, but in the winter I store fat like Gina Rhinehart stores lawyers.

July

Obviously you can't beat a ring/toblerone as a birthday present, though I did get Little Head a massage chair, and when you sit in it, it's like an angry goat is stomping its small, hard, satanic hooves on you.

August

By now all that Facebook ever tells me is how to lose weight for my wedding, and my relatives have started to send me gifts. I have a traditional Chinese tea set laid out in a box which appears to be made from my dog's hair, I have traditional Chinese hair combs, made from the ancient trees where Pandas dance the tango, and I also have, well, what can only be described as lots and lots of woggy crockery.

September

My first year of marking the HSC was great. There was so much camaraderie (and socialism. mostly socialism), and despite the sleep deprivation, it was something I'm sure I'll be signing up for every year. I photoshopped that picture because it's pretty much my career, the Asian teacher who rote learns capitals, and appallingly, struggles to spell one of the days of the week (wehd-nezzz-day)

October

Entered my first run and wore a costume along with some superheroes. Excellent. Then as we were starting I realised I forgot to apply deodorant. Excellent.

November

Now you know I can't show you my students' faces, but this year I got a real laugh out of the dress up day which happens before their graduation, so here's one I blurred earlier. (yeah, corny, but graduation is one of my favourite days of the year. it's the only time when boys can cry, besides when playing sack-wack or when their rugby team loses).

December

It always gets so hectic in December, OFFICE PARTIES! PRESENT SHOPPING! GAH, BIGGEST TURKEY IS SOLD OUT! OH MY GOD ALL THE MOSQUITOES ARE EATING ME ALIVE! and many wonderful things also happen, like my mother's birthday, Americans arriving, the end of the school year, egg nog, but alas, panic ensues in the household.