My resolutions

Shape up (why should this year be different from every other year of my adult life?).

Fix my problem with "da Benjamins."

Blog at least once a week.

Meet Him. (No, not that Him. I'm not ready for Him. I mean Mr. Right.)

Become something meaningful.

Do something substantial.

Love myself a little better (So that He can love me at all).

Not break a heart.

Find patience.

Find happiness.

Not roll my eyes when someone (anyone) reads this and mentions my relationship with that Him.

Hone my wordsmithing skills. (Not a word, I know.)

All of my eggs

Every single last one?

Check.

One small, flimsy, not-up-to-the-challenge basket?

Check.

Miniature unicycle on fishing line suspended one hundred feet above solid concrete?

Check.

Inner ear infection and slight vertigo?

Check.


Awesome.

A Bonus little gem

Driving to Dallas to deposit Pooh at her newly detailed and repaired car, Ms. Hannigan desperately needed a fix. So we asked The Lady (read: Hannigan's new GPS toy) to find the nearest Starbucks (our familial drug of choice). The Lady obliged, sending us to Fairfield, fifty-ish miles up the road.

Twenty-five miles and countless "-ville"s and "-field"s later, Bonus asks, "What ville are we looking for again?"

Hilarity ensued.

WONK!

There. I said it. It's out of my system.

Moving on...

My list of things to never do again

Beer batter and deep fry onions and/or chicken at home.

My name

I'm watching and NCIS marathon with my mom, and OMG there's a guest character with MY NAME! I have an unusual French name. I never hear it, except when in reference to myself or my Gramma. This is HUGE in my world.

Just HUGE.

More...

I've written enough blog posts that I now have "older" posts.

This is a big thing for me.

Don't judge.