Happy new year, everyone! It is with great sadness that I say goodbye to 2010, the Best Year Ever. Behold 2010, a year that sidled into my life without presumption or pretense, and now a year that has slipped away like grains of sand through an hourglass…these are the days of our lives…Wait – haven’t I heard that somewhere before? Dang, and I don’t even watch soaps!
But in all *seriousness* (because we all know how Serious I am), 2010 was a fantastic year. I’m left wondering how 2011 could possibly be any better, seeing as how so many crazy-rad things happened in the past 12 months. Like what, you ask? Well, how about the following:
- I met the love of my life, my dahhhling Christopher, and we went on many adventures, starting with a trip to the coast on Martin Luther King Jr. Day.
- I popped my Voodoo Donut cherry and learned that bacon makes everything better.
- My 36th birthday was marked by time with good friends, bellydancing fun and a titillating display of pasties!
- Ok, not so rad, but my doggy Teddy Bear finally passed on at the incredible age of nearly 17. He was a good pup, and I’m glad he’s finally at rest.
- Over spring break Chris and I experienced the stunning romance of grain silos (for real)!
- This summer saw my debut bellydance performance as well as some modeling.
- Chris and I went on an incredible cruise to SE Alaska – a trip of a lifetime, really!
- I confirmed that, in fact, the Alamo does not have a basement.
- There were no shortages of romantic weekends at the coast (including cheese).
- We became passport-stamped international globetrotters with our adventure in Vancouver, B.C.
- I moved across the river to Vantucky and got a brand-spankin’ new niece!
- I had a perfect day, which included Harry Potter, getting engaged, and Bela Fleck.
- Did I mention the new car?
So, can you now understand why I might be sad to say farewell to 2010? Yes? Oh, I know…your response is that 2011 will probably be even better. How is that even possible? Well, I’ll keep you posted on how that works out – be sure to check back soon!
P.S. – Did you notice how I kept last year’s resolution? I totally maintained this blog! I posted way more than in 2009…let’s see if I can keep it up in 2011!
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Are you ready for this stupid year to be over? I am. So get the hell out of here, 2008; don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out. I actually can’t believe that 2008 is gone – I remember being a kid and time seemed to goooo bbyyyyyyyy sssssoooooooooooo ssssllllllooooowwwwwwwlllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…and now (that I’ve probably gotten Alzheimer’s as a result of extreme boredom; see previous blog) time sms to go bi 2 qwik. I can’t fathom that I’ve been in Southern California for over four years now – what the hell??? So, for those of you who haven’t been reading my blog (or who have just been reading about the good times), here’s a little recap of my 2008 for you (in no particular order):
- Teddy Bear is still alive. Slower, more insane, more needy, more apt to urinate on the carpet, and apparently immortal. I suspect that he is surviving by consuming my soul and happiness.
- I spent vast quantities of money to keep Zoe going. She seems to be happy and active.
- Related to the above, I pretty much broke even in my attempts to work down my debt. I haven’t really decreased it, but haven’t really added to it either.
- I only noticed about half a dozen visits by the cops to my apartment complex. This ‘hood is really cleaning itself up!
- My ceiling collapsed zero times.
- I failed (yet again) to procure an acceptable boyfriend, as all men in SoCal are either gay, taken, or total assholes.
- I developed secret crushes on my cat’s vet and one of the vet techs, at two different offices. Zoe has all the luck! However, there are complications which prevent me from pursuing either of these as potential relationships (see above point).
- I watched my arch-nemesis perfect her rimming skills and be rewarded for it with a promotion and office upgrade.
- I devised an airtight excuse to visit Las Vegas.
- I managed to lose almost 15 lbs, which includes the mole I had removed from my face.
- Although, in the past week I probably gained about five of those pounds back (but the mole is still gone, so I’m psyched about that).
- I perfected the fine art of applying liquid liner to my upper eyelid, with the results not completely appearing as if I stayed up for three days smoking crack with Amy Winehouse (see new year’s resolution discussion, below). Additionally, my hair finally realized that I mean business when it comes to straightening, armed with a split-end inducing arsenal of flat irons and straightening gels.
- My brother spawned, so that alleviates the need for me to breed in order to make a genetic contribution to future generations. Ok, so I realize that it’s my brother’s kid which means that my genes will not be represented as much as if it was my kid, but I don’t have to get pregnant and squeeze a small human out of my vag. So it’s a fair trade-off, I think.
- With minimal effort and a little bit of practical application, I vastly improved my nick-name generating and limerick-writing skills (just try me sometime…).
That’s all I can think of for now. Actually, that’s not completely true – I can think of a lot more. But I don’t want to rehash ALL the super fun times I had; I’d like to keep many of those moments private, just for me to own. Anyone have any resolutions? I’m generally against those – “I resolve to lose weight, stop drinking, quell my road rage, kick the crack habit, etc.” But this year I think I’ve come up with a good one – I’m going to stop eating factory farmed meat. I haven’t really eaten red meat in over ten years (with the exception of critters that friends have hunted, or that was raised organic and free range – yeah, buffalo, I’m talking about you), but it will be difficult to cut out the chicken and turkey. I’ll eat it occasionally if I can get the free range variety, and I’ll still eat fish. But I just can’t stomach (literally) anymore the thought of supporting those massive henhouses that cramp chickens in shoebox-sized cages for their entire lives. I think my decision was made when I saw the video of Sarah Palin at the turkey slaughterhouse, with turkeys getting killed right behind her, saying she was having a “great time”. Blech.
Anyway, happy new year, y’all. Have a good one.
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