The ten I see.

New Years Resolutions + Yours truly = one big joke.

So here is my list of anything but a list of resolutions that may or may not be in random order.


one. Maintain a super duper GPA. That's right, this girl has finally taken her procrastinating butt back to school . Might I sneak in here that it is such an amazing feeling to be filled with this insane amount of determination.

two. Be able to call T. (the hubster) my baby daddy. Perhaps I will start a side blog about this roller coaster journey.

three. Have an exorcism performed on this pack rat demon who posted up shop in my body.

four. Mend my love/hate relationship with Jillian Michaels- 18 pounds down...12 to go.

five. Be a better friend, wife, daughter, sister, peer, coach, leader.

six. Give more.

seven. Save that mon-aay.

eight. Place the deployment of my baby brother, mother, and nephew in God's hands. Accept that this is not in my control.

nine. Be healthy. My immune system needs a vacation. It conquered: strep, the flu, tonsillitis, 2 viral infections, three biopsies, and an upper respiratory infection.


As of right now, thats all I have. The O.C.D. freak in me wants to make up some random non-resolution just so I will have an even number, but I refuse to give in...self will is a beautiful thing.

russell stover. I love you.

hi.

I swear I think I could an entire bag of butter mints in an hour. Seriously.

After tough consideration, good conversation, and dinner with some friends, I cracked. I have ranked another Mexican Restaurant. I now have a #2. Now for you foodies out there, I'll be upfront: The food is OK. Not great. OK. So why so high on my chart? I guess I'll spill the secret. Not because I'm unselfish. I'm not. Trust me. The real reason I'm giving this up is because not a single soul reads this. And I am OK with that. But enough suspense....here's the answer!
It's because they have a HUGE bowl of individually wrapped butter mints just waiting for me (yes, me. not you.) at the counter while I pay for my cheap ass food. Awww...my heaven. And here's a p.s. to my small little wonder. They let me take as many as I want. I scored the jackpot last night and filled my purse. And that jackpot has enabled me to eat 6 mints while typing this oh so long little blog. I know you are jealous. Its OK. I would be too.

real tough cookie.

Not only is "Hit Me with Your Best Shot" her most recognizable song, but it seems to be the only song I can play on Guitar Hero. And by play, I mean somehow manage to use my coordination skills long enough to not get booed off stage. Maybe my bitterness stems from the obvious fact that I do not hold any skill sets required to excel in this game. Or maybe it is caused by my inability to concentrate on actually playing a game on the wii instead of making Mii's. This is where I must point out that I am Mii Making Expert! If skill level were separated by the amount of keys you are able to use in the making of a Mii, I would be a 5 key-er. I have come to terms with the fact that I will more than likely lose every battle/ face off that I will be forced to accept and that the fans will never see that "rock star quality" in me, and that's okay. It's okay, because I know that

I am the Mii Making champ!