Peace Out 2008!

Well, the time has come. It is now the very last day of 2008 and I am really not that sad to say goodbye. Now is the time to get pumped for 2009 which means a quick inventory and review of 2008 and projections for 2009. I shall begin.

I am still alive. Check.

Still have red hair. Check.

Still maintain appropriate levels of humor (most of the time), am relatively cute most days (super fly on all others) and am simply irreplaceable. Check. Keep that up. Done.

I had crushes on 23.5 boys, went on a dozen or so dates and kissed -?-.

I ate a lot of turkey sandwiches, Chipotle burritos, chips and M&Ms.

I drove 13,475 miles, killed one cat and 3 toads.

I semi-gracefully executed over 30 social events, hemmed at least 50 pairs of pants, repaired twice as many holes, baked over 1000 cookies, and danced my tail-feathers off for at least 100 hours.

I experienced a wide variety of emotions in 2008 from 'slap your face, slam the door' soap opera level to utterly boring lulls of hibernation.
2009 goal #1: Regulate emotional range so as to avoid extreme conditions much like hypothermia.

I spent a lot of money on clothes and shoes, many of which are still hanging in my closet...with original tags.
2009 goal #2: Don't buy things not needed just because they are the right size and have a 'sale' tag or are pink, purple, red or shiny gold.

I did not get enough sleep. (note: current blog time 2:27 am - oh dear)
2009 goal #3: More sleep.

I maintained moderately safe distance from huge amounts of trouble and managed to have good times at healthy LDS approved recreational funtivities. I decided that I prefer only moderate levels of drama created by myself and only slightly higher levels of drama discussed behind closed doors about others.
2009 goal #4: Maintain drama under level 5 and only levels 7-9 at safe distances for short periods of time.

I exercised a few times.
2009 goal #5: Exercise a few times +1

I attended 6 weddings, 4 bridal showers, 7 baby showers and one Eagle Scout thingy.
2009 goal #6: No more showers...of any kind, except the soapy ones in the morning, by myself.

Ok, that is enough with the goal making - I don't want to get carried away with high expectations or anything.

Looking back it seems 2008 was a pretty busy year. There were a lot of happenings in my general vicinity, most of which were unplanned, but they all proved valuable whether simply entertaining or profound life lessons. I certainly can't say 2008 was all peaches 'n cream but it wasn't all butternut squash either. Sure, there are some things I'd like to change and things I'd like to forget all together, but in the end I'm pretty sure I came out ahead with a bit of life capital left to make some good investments in 2009.
2009 goal #7: Make good investments, but if bamboozled and things start tanking, cut losses and run to Mexico.

Well 2008...audios sucka'! Peace.

Month of Mystery

As a friend pointed out today, no posts in one entire month. Sadness fills the internet.

What on earth have I been doing? I'd love to tell you that I've been busy with a new job, or boyfriend, or hobby, or world tour, or mudslinging campaigns, or religious sabbatical, or travels, or cooking classes, or reading, or even extreme sporting, but that's a negative all around. Truth is, I have no idea what I have been doing but it certainly has not been any of those things listed above and clearly not blogging. Still, I have evidence that I was doing things. My Discover bill was unusually high and I don't have any more butter in the fridge so I'm pretty sure I baked stuff. Baked and shopped. Well now, that actually sounds just like every other month. Hm.

Anyway, this past month of holiday blissfully craziness has just been one big fuzzy blur. It feels very similar to waking up from a deep dream where you aren't quite exactly sure what's real and whether or not Brad Pitt is actually waiting for you in the other room with breakfast...hm, yeah, those are nice. Or like when you arrive to work on Monday and the coworkers make some standing joke about your tardiness and then pry into your weekend details. Hm...I don't remember what I did. Oh really, they snicker, it was that good huh (wink, wink, poke, poke)? No, no, I'm the Mormon remember, this is certainly not a 'I got plastered so hard I don't remember anything,' just a normal 'I don't remember but it probably involved food'. Sorry to disappoint, again.

I hear short-term memory loss happens sometimes to people under higher levels of stress. I wonder what has caused so much stress that I can't remember a blink of the entire month. No, it can't be that for I hear that stress is usually the result of some kind of work or work-like behavior and I think it's already been established that I don't partake in any of that. There must still be another reason. Perhaps it was boredom, no one wants to remember boredom. Although this is not really likely either since everyone knows I'm pretty much just one cute ball of fun. It must be that something so traumatic happened I have cleverly blocked the entire month from my mind. I sure don't know what it was but it sounds like it was pretty bad so I guess it's a good thing I don't remember it. Phew. Or... simplest answer, maybe someone just slipped me unmarked pills or bonked me on the head. Jerks.

Well, here you have it, a new post and a mystery...unsolved.

Morale of this long rambling and inconclusive story: life happenings + blogging = form of journaling = following the prophets + remembering things = blessings + entrance into heaven. Doh!