Howdy, kids. I trust we all had a lovely holiday and that we've sufficiently recovered from our collective food coma.
I got on the scale this morning and was shocked and delightfully amazed that I gained not an ounce over this Christmas season. Considering how much chocolate/mint cake, ham, lasagna and lemon squares I inhaled over this past week, that is nothing short of a Christmas miracle.
Can I get a "Hallelujah"?
Things in my neck of the woods are...well, still weird, hard, stressful and emotionally-draining, if I'm telling the truth. And what is a blog for if not to be honest? But I'd say I'm in a better place than I was even a week ago, which is something, right? I spent lots of time with the fan damily this past week, as one generally does during the holidays, and that was loads of fun. I didn't even argue at all with my oldest brother The Mormon and I claim that as a major victory.
I thought the Old Man and I were moving come January 3 and it turns out we're not. That's a good thing, over all (cuz who likes to move, right?), but stressful in that "Oh my God, how are we going to pay all of our bills?" kind of way. The OM is convinced that things will work out, "because they always do". This is his logic. OK, so I guess I don't have to worry about not having a job or the delay in my receiving unemployment (long and f'd up story that I don't want to get in to because I may seriously suffer an embolism if I recount the details even once more) or anything else, for that matter. Because things always work out. Plan Shman.
Oh, to be so blissfully optimistic.
Actually, we should be OK once I start actually getting unemployment checks. It's just that I really have no idea when, exactly, that will be.
I will say that I have never looked forward to the end of a year more than I am to the end of 2009. This year has been shit, people. Plain ol' stinky piles o' shit.
So here's to a much-improved 2010. My resolutions?
1) To attempt to get something - anything, but hopefully my novel - published.
2) To write something every day (don't get excited, it may not be a blog entry).
3) To try and curb my quick-temper (I am only resolved to try, not to expect miracles).
4) To try and be more patient, especially with others (see previous caveat re miracles).
5) To drive George Clooney insane with lust after my bod.
Love you all, readers (both of you!).
*peace, love and smooches*
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