It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas…

I can’t believe it’s already December, and that Christmas and my birthday are right around the corner!

On Saturday, I am getting the best birthday gift of all, which is to fly back to New York…ahem… first class.  Woo-Hoo!  I seriously cannot wait!

It’s crazy to think that today I spent one of my last days in Grenada soaking up some sun, but by Saturday, we’ll be back to the blistering cold again.

Here’s a shot from the beach today…

Grand Anse Beach

And how appropriate that we should return back to a New York winter, considering the first time we arrived in Grenada, we were escaping one of the worst New York winters ever!

January 2010. One of our first days ever in Grenada.

I guess you could say, we are coming full circle.

I’m definitely looking forward to some snow, which I can’t believe I actually just said, but I truly am.  I think what I’m really excited about is just being back in the great U.S. of A, and being with our families for the holiday season.

I have to give it to Grenada, they really do a great job bringing the holiday vibe to the island, despite the uncharacteristically hot, balmy weather.  Since mid October (yes, mid-October) all the workers in the local shops have been sporting red Santa hats, and everywhere you go, they play Christmas music.  Get this, one of the most popular albums they play is Dolly Parton’s “Home For Christmas!”  If that’s not random, I don’t know what is!  Let’s just say, I’m thrilled about it!

Snazzy outfit, Doll.

I have to admit, though, it definitely hasn’t been easy to get into the holiday spirit, even with Dolly on my side.  That is why I cannot wait to soak up all the holiday season has to offer in New York with Matt’s family, and Michigan with my family.

I fully intend on watching some of my favorite holiday flicks like…

1.)  Serendipity

This movie captures the holiday’s in NYC perfectly, complete with a glove war at Bloomingdale’s, and ice skating at Rockefeller Center.

And maybe Matt and I might finally make it into the city for some frozen hot chocolate at  the famous Serendipity 3, where we’ve meant to go since we started dating 4.5 years ago!  We haven’t made it yet, but here’s hoping.

Serendipity 3, where the film Serendipity was shot. P.S. It's right around the corner from Bloomingdale's, too, which could be dangerous...or fantastic!

2.)  Little Women

Don’t make fun!  This is one of my movies ever, mostly because I remind myself of Jo.  By the way, I took a Facebook quiz not too long ago called, “Which March sister are you?”, and I got Meg!  I was seriously so mad, I took it 3 more times, until I manipulated it to tell me I was the most like Jo.  True story.

Oh Marmee...P.S. I think I might have my future children call me Marmee, how cute is that?

3.)  Love Actually

Does anyone remember the scene from this film where Keira Knightly marries her husband, and he surprises her with a gospel choir singing the Beatles tune “All You Need is Love?”

Well, Matt and I thoroughly looked into getting a gospel choir our wedding, but after some in-depth research on YouTube of other people who apparently thought it was a cool idea too, we decided against it.  Let me just say, some things are just better relayed on film than in real life, but I fully intend on reliving that moment watching “Love Actually” this Christmas.

4.)  A Christmas Story

This movie is such a gem.  If you’ve never seen it, I highly recommend it.

“You’re gonna shoot yer eye out!  You’re gonna shoot yer eye out!”

Poor Randy...

5.)  Meet Me in St. Louis

Come on, you knew a theater nerd couldn’t resist a musical to get into the holiday spirit, right?

Wasn't Judy G. a total betty in her day?

I don’t know, there’s just something about the way Judy sang “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” that gets me every time…

Anyway…

Hmmm…other things I’m looking forward to this holiday season…wearing my new down coat, sporting my Uggs with chunky sweaters, getting my huuuurr did, eating lots of cookies (particularly the sugar cookies with frosting that my sis-in-law makes), spending time with family and friends, eating my mom’s stuffed peppers, eating my mother in law’s meatloaf…I’m starting to notice that most of the things I’m looking forward to revolve around food…not done yet, though…drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream, pumpkin spice Coffee-Mate coffee creamer, Starbuck’s chai lattes, the sugar cookies with the Christmas tree’s and bells in the middle, my dad’s egg “mcmuffins”, pizzelle’s, and maybe some banana pancakes (made by Matt hopefully!).

So…

What are you all looking forward to this holiday season?

~The End

Photos by Amazon, IMDB, Wikipedia, and bytesdaily.blogspot.com

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50/50

So, I’ve never written a movie review on here, have I?

I guess I haven’t felt inclined to, since I haven’t seen many good flicks lately…that is until now.  I’ve just got to spread the word about this movie, because it touched me so much and I seriously cannot stop talking about it.

50/50

I know what you’re thinking, which is probably, “Wait, are you talking about that cancer movie with Seth Rogen…That one?

Yes, the one with Seth Rogen.  I know, I’m a little surprised about it, too.

I blame poor advertisement for this film, because the trailer kind of makes it looks like a stupid/funny movie about cancer.  Let’s face it, cancer is not funny, so any movie portraying it that way, is probably going to be a flop.

However, that is not at all what this movie is about, so to represent it that way is a travesty, because it is anything but that.

Yes, this movie made me laugh hysterically, but it made me cry, too.  Best of all, though, it did that thing that every good movie should do, which is stay with you afterward.  That is what this film did for me.  Majorly.

Yeah, it was that good.

The movie is inspired by a true story, about a 20-something year old named Adam (played by Joseph Gordon-Levitt) who is diagnosed with a rare cancer.  His best friend Kyle (played by Seth Rogen) is one of his biggest supporters in his journey fighting cancer, along with his mother (played by Anjelica Huston), and his social worker and counselor (played by Anna Kendrick).

This movie is a humorous, yet poignant take on facing cancer, and how relationships with the most important people around you evolve and change, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse.  Through Adam, the complexities and simplicities of life are explored, along with the unexpected reality of his own mortality at 28.

This film might even make you question how you see the world.  I know for me, it did.

I’ll be surprised if Joseph Gordon-Levitt doesn’t get an Oscar nomination for his heartbreaking portrayal of Adam.  Seth Rogen might even get a nod as best supporting actor, and finally break him out of the box of “just another dumb comedy actor.”  The guy has got heart, it just hasn’t been seen until now.  Lastly, Anjelica Huston, as an over-protective and heart-broken mother, might even score an Oscar nomination for best supporting actress, too.

50/50 is authentic, hilarious, devastating, dynamic, thought-provoking, and meaningful.

So…

What are you waiting for?

Go see it!

Photo by IMDB

No Soup For You.

You guys are never going to believe what just happened to me.

Before I get into it, does anyone remember this guy?

You know the "Soup Nazi" who tormented Jerry, George, Elaine, and Kramer on Seinfeld?

I only ask, because I basically just had an Elaine moment. <–P.S.  I said Elaine, because she was the only girl in the group, and I really like her hair…but not when she wears it half up and half down…never mind.

Anyway, my latest food fixation is Subway.  It’s not really a new discovered food craving per se, but more of a rediscovery.  Every night for the past week and a half, I have been making my way down the little hill from where our apartment is, and to the Subway on campus.  Yes, it’s the same Subway where I gave the infamous girl my headband.  If you don’t remember, perhaps you might want to refresh your memory and read Who does that?!?!!  Like, seriously who does that?!!!

So, Subway and I have been having quite a love affair, and it’s been presenting itself in the form of a footlong turkey on wheat, with lettuce, tomato, lots of cucumbers, and vinegar (hold the oil.)  I’ve had a nice little routine going; I get a footlong, and eat half for dinner, and the other half for lunch the next day.

I’m not going to say my experience at Subway is always easy, because it’s not.  I’m even going to go as far as to say, that to get that footlong sub, it’s a labor of love.  In fact, I usually have to put up with quite the debacle, before finally sinking my teeth into my delicious sub.  For example, on average, I usually end up waiting in line for at least 20-25 minutes (even if there are only 2 or 3 people in front of me).  So, now do you get the point?

Tonight, I went to Subway for the 15 consecutive day in a row, but it was not like the normal fiasco’s that I have become so familiar with.  This time it was different…and not in a good way.

Here is the part where I will give you a blow by blow of how it all went down.

Me:  Hi, how are you?

Just like Elaine, I nonchalantly ordered my sandwich.

1st Sandwich Artist:  (Looks at me and rolls her eyes.)

Me:  Can I please have a footlong turkey on wheat?

1st Sandwich Artist:  (Rolls her eyes again.)  She then pulls out an extremely burnt piece of bread from a cooling rack behind her, and proceeds to try and cut it.  However, it’s so burnt, that the bread has become rubbery, and the knife gets stuck.

Now let me just interject a little something here.  For some reason I always get the burnt bread.  Always.  It never fails, I’ll look at the person in front of me and behind me, and they always have these perfectly baked golden subs, and mine is always crusty and burnt.  The thing is, I never ever say anything, because I don’t want to be a pain, but today I was just over the burnt bread.  So, I said something…

Me:  Excuse me, I don’t mean to be a pain, but can I get a different piece of bread that is not so dark?

1st Sandwich Artist:  That’s all we have.

Lie, lies, lies.  I looked at a cooling rack directly behind her, and there were at least 50 different subs that were not burnt.

Me:  Okay.

I was annoyed, but what can you do? 

My sub then got moved onto the part where you get veggies, leaving me with no chance to protest, even if I wanted to.

1st Sandwich Artist:  What do you want?

Me:  Can I please have lots of lettuce, tomato, and lots of cucumbers please?

She then proceeded to stingily put some lettuce on the sub, but it didn’t even cover the entire footlong.  I reasoned, maybe she thought I said a little lettuce and not a lot?

Me:  I’m sorry but could I have a little more lettuce?

She totally ignored me, and proceeded to slop on two tomato’s that were rotten looking and yellowy, and put on three tiny pieces of cucumber. 

Umm…wait a sec, didn’t I ask for extra lettuce and cucumbers?  What is wrong with this picture?!  I look at my sad footlong sub staring through the glass at me, and I knew I had to fight for my sub.

Me:  I’m sorry, but can I please have more cucumbers?  (I didn’t even bother with the lettuce or tomato’s.)

1st Sandwich Artist:  She rolled her eyes at me again, and proceeded to pick out the tiniest cucumber, putting ONE more on.

I felt my blood starting to boil, but I kept telling myself, “It’s just a sandwich.  Chill out.”  But no, I couldn’t chill out.  

I watched as she pushed the sandwich onto the 2nd Sandwich Artist for the dressing, and whispered something in her ear, though I didn’t know what.

I ignored them, and focused my attention on the 2nd Sandwich Artist.

Me:  Excuse me, can I have some more cucumbers?  (Notice I was no longer saying please.)

2nd Sandwich Artist:  No.

Me:  No?

I'm fairly certain I also made this face...

2nd Sandwich Artist:  No.

Now I know how Elaine felt.

Me:  Why?

2nd Sandwich Artist:  Because she (meaning 1st Sandwich Artist) already gave you extra.

Me:  But she didn’t give me extra, she didn’t even put enough on to cover the whole sandwich to begin with.

2nd Sandwich Artist:  No.

Me:  What are you even saying “no” to?

Random guy behind me starts chuckling.

2nd Sandwich Artist: No.

Me: Okay well, I’ll pay for extra cucumbers….

On a side note, I know for a fact there is an option on their cash register to pay for extra veggies, because just the other day I got charged $1.50 extra for  jalapeno’s.

2nd Sandwich Artist: No.

Me:  Okay, so let me get this straight…I can’t have extra cucumbers on my sandwich, and I can’t buy them either?  I’m sorry, I’m just a little confused here.  Why?

2nd Sandwich Artist:  Because she already gave you extra.

1st Sandwich Artist and 2nd Sandwich Artist look at each other and roll their eyes.

That was it.  The last duo eye roll did me in.

I saw red.

Me:  You’re rude (I looked at 1st Sandwich Artist), and you’re rude ( I looked at 2nd Sandwich Artist), and I don’t want your sh*tty sandwich.

And that was that.  I walked out without my sandwich, and I didn’t even care, because I walked out in a freaking blaze of glory.  The guy standing behind me applauded me.  No  really, he actually clapped for me.  The whole thing was ludicrous.  I forgot to mention, it was the end of the night, don’t they usually just throw the uneaten veggies away at the end of the night anyway?!  It was clear that they were just trying to be rude, and it worked.

By the time I got home the adrenaline had worn off, and I was actually kind of bothered about the whole thing.  I’m not going to lie, I was mostly sad that I could never show my face in my favorite Subway again, and I was sad that my love affair with my footlong turkey subs on wheat, had come to a crashing halt.  I was also a little disappointed about how I was treated.

Oh well.

At least I went out Terminator style.

Oh Yeaaaaaaaahhhhhh

~The End.

Photos by IMDB

Remember When…The TV Addition…

Remember when…

Daria was sooooo not amused, and Quinn wore baby tee’s every day?

Daria, you were so ahead of your time.

Or when…

Doug had the hots for Patty Mayonnaise?

Patti was quite the hottie.

Or when…

The Rugrats used to say cute words like, “nakey?”

Yikes, remember Angelica, too?

Remember when…

Jordan Catalano’s baby blues made up for his lack of social skills, and his ability to articulate?

Never was the word "like" used so much in one sentence, and never did it sound so good.

Or when…

Joey Potter couldn’t stop smiling and talking out of the side of her mouth?

"Dawson, I'm the girl that guys are friends with, not the girl that guys date." Oh Joey...

Or when…

Felicity chopped off her hair? (I’m still not over that one.)

Things got awkward when Felicity's hair was as short as both of the lead men on the show...

Remember when…

Nick and Jessica were so in love, and even farted in front of each other to show the whole world just how solid of a couple they were?

I wouldn't get too close to the danger zone if I were you, Nick, she's been known to clear a room.

Or when…

Jessica brought the shawl back, and the no make-up look?

P.S. Weren't these Jess's glory days? She never looked so good as she did on Newlyweds. Why is that?

Remember when…

Clarissa really did explain it all?

So young, but so wise...

Or when…

Blossom wore those weird hats?

I bet she wishes she could take this one back...

Or when…

Charles was in charge of our days and our nights?

What a guy, what a guy...

Or when…

Urkel loved his cheese, and Laura Winslow?

"Got any cheeeeeeese?"

Remember when…

Jessie Spano had a break down?

"I'm so excited...I'm so excited...I'm. So. Scared." <--What was the lesson to be learned here? That if you take too many diet pills, you're going to have a break down...or end up in a movie called Showgirls.

Or when…

Zack and Kelly broke up?  GASP!!!

Oh, the heartbreak...

Or when…

Slater used to call Jessie “Mama?”  <–Wee bit awkward.

Now that's what I call true love...

Remember when…

Kelly and Brenda fought over Dylan…for, like, centuries?

Three was definitely a crowd for these guys...

Or when…

Andrea Zuckerman looked entirely too old to play a high school student?

C'mon Aaron Spelling, she looks like a G-ma!

Or when…

Brandon had that awesome haircut?

Brandon was rocking the blow out long before Pauly D came onto the scene.

~The End.

Hello Procrastination My Old Friend, I’ve Come To Talk With You Again.

AHHHHHH procrastination, we have such a toxic relationship, so why do we keep coming back to each other?  WHY???!!!

Procrastination and I are kind of like Sid and Nancy, but without all the hairspray.

Oh, Sid and Nanc, the epitome of a dysfunctional relationship. P.S. If you haven't seen "Sid and Nancy" I highly recommend it.

The thing is, when I put things off it never turns out well.  I’m not really sure why I don’t learn my lesson.  I absolutely hate the feeling of scrambling at the last-minute to get things done, and each time I find myself in that position, I vow to never drag my feet ever again.  It’s always the same, though, even when I tell myself that I’ll do things differently the next time.

And yet…

There I am once again saying hello to my old friend, Procrastination.

UGH.

I’ve noticed a trend with my procrastination, though.  It goes in spurts.  I will have weeks and weeks of getting all of my school work done in a timely fashion, exercising regularly, cooking very involved meals, and in general just getting lots of stuff done.  Then it’s inevitable, I hit a wall, and that is exactly what happened to me this week.  The past two weeks Matt and I both have had midterms, and I also had a ten page research paper for an Abnormal Psychology class due that just about killed me!  On top of that, I had to submit fifteen pages for a novels class I’m in.  Even though I didn’t wait until the last-minute to prepare for any of those projects, by the time it was all over, I crashed big time.  This week so far has been a total bust, and I can’t really afford for it to be.  I have plenty to get done by tomorrow, and I really haven’t done anything substantial yet.

AND….

I’m procrastinating even further by writing this post.

Because as you can see…

This is honestly a pretty good depiction of me today (minus the awesome blue phone.)

So far today…

  • I’ve broken one of my pre-New Years Resolutions and already updated on Facebook twice.
  • I’ve eaten an entire bag of POP chips even though I wasn’t hungry.
  • I’ve talked on Skype for an average of 2 hours so far.
  • I’ve researched recipes for din-din for at least an hour.

And lastly…

  • I spent entirely way too long reading up on the latest Kim Kardashian drama.

What ever is a girl to do?!

To answer my own question…

Get it together, Palma!

Does anyone else have the same problem with procrastination?  We can always form a club and make awesome excuses for each other…tomorrow.  Thoughts?

Perhaps this can be our logo…

Who is with me? Anybody with me?

Let me know if you’re interested.

Until then, back to work.

~The End.

Hooray for Halloween…That Scary Boo-ey Halloween

Don’t you just love Halloween?!  It’s the one night of the year where you can dress up as someone completely different from yourself, where gaudy make-up, channel your dark side, or even cross-dress if you’re into that sort of thing.  The bottom line is, anything goes.  Just think, you can be anything or anyone you want.  The possibilities are endless.

In the past I’ve dressed up as…(Well, these are the costumes I remember…)

Age 1:  Annie from the movie Annie…(I basically came out of the womb singing “Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, you’re only a daaaaaaayyyyy ahhhhhh-waaaaaaayyyyyyy!”)  P.S.  My mom even put a little red curly wig on me.

Age 5:  Minnie Mouse

Age 7:  Tinkerbell

Age 9:  Wednesday from The Adams Family (I had a headless doll and everything.)

Age 11:  A male convict.  (What can I say?  I was inspired after going to Alcatraz in San Francisco and learning about Al Capone.)

Age 12:  A warty ugly witch

Age 14:  A cowgirl from Coyote Ugly

Age 15:  Juliet in her angel costume from the modern Romeo and Juliet

I still love this picture. My costume wasn't quite as good as this, but I remember that I spent hours and hours making my angel wings...

Age 16:  A hula girl

Age 17:  Britney Spears in her “Crazy” video outfit, which consisted of a shimmery green midriff top, complete with a wireless headset microphone.  Yeah, I did that…what of it?

Age  20:  Britney gone cowgirl  (P.S. Now I have no idea what that meant, but I think it was my interpretation of Britney Spears if she dressed like a cowgirl.  Yeah, I went through a Brit-Brit phase…that lasted about 6 years.  Don’t ask.)

Thought you all might appreciate this…

Don't laugh...Don't laugh...Okay, you can laugh.

Age 23:  Cowgirl take 2 (I’m noticing a trend here…)

Age 25:  An 80’s fitness instructor

Age 28:  DOLLY PARTON

Hello...DOLLY!

This picture was my style inspiration for becoming Dolly...How'd I do?

So, let’s talk about the Dolly costume for a quick second.  To sum it up simply…It was friggin’ exhausting being Dolly!  She wasn’t kidding when she said, “I look just like the girls next door… if you happen to live next door to an amusement park!”  Because that’s exactly what I felt like walking around as her for a night.  First of all, the bubbies were exhausting!!  I had to wear three bras stuffed with paper towel to get the right sized ta-ta’s.  I can’t imagine carrying the kind of weight around that Doll does.  She must have to do lots of back strengthening exercises to hold those suckers up!  Second of all, don’t even get me started on the hair!  So, I know Dolly doesn’t wear a wig (that we know of…) but that big hair is pretty burdensome, too!  Holy cow!  Let me just say that that’s a commitment rocking hair that large and in charge.  Maybe it’s because I can’t stand lots of products and stuff in my hair, or maybe it’s because it drives me crazy not being able to run my hands through my hair, but that beefed up hair was the pits.  Lastly, and third of all, to really metamorphosis into the Doll-inator, there has to be copious amounts of make-up.  I mean, you can’t be Dolly without the works…foundation, loose powder, pressed powder, cream blush, powder blush, pencil eyeliner, liquid eyeliner, multiple eye shadow colors, bright pink lipstick, and last but not lease, false lashes.  Now, I don’t know if Dolly wears that much make-up when she’s just chilling at home, but if she does; hat’s off to you, Doll!!

I must confess, my original plan was not to be Dolly Parton for Halloween, I was actually going to be Sookie from True Blood.  I bought the Merlott’s baby-tee, had the little apron ready to go, but when I put the wig on, it was just so completely ridiculous and big that there was no taming that sucker down.  I tried to put it back in a ponytail, and I’d say to myself, “Does that look like Sookie?”  I thought no.  I tried to put it in a side ponytail…”Does that look like Sookie?!”  A big fat no resounded.  So, I thought, “What’s a girl to do with a big blonde Texas beauty queen wig?”  Wait for it…wait for it…Be Dolly Parton instead!  DUH!

And thus the idea to become Dolly for Halloween was sprung.

Now, I don’t know if you noticed that I said become Dolly for Halloween, instead of be Dolly for Halloween…You want to know why?

That would be because this was more than a little dress up as Dolly, this was like a channel of Dolly.  Once I put that wig on, I was Dolly Parton.  I danced around in an interpretive country line dance (I say interpretive because I have no idea how to country line dance), I sang “Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jo-leee-eeenee…” until Matt said, “Okay, Jolene, enough!”  To which I replied, “I’m not Jolene, I’m Dolly.  Got it?”

It was awful fun being the Doll-inator, but just for one night.  She is way too involved to ever consider revisiting as many times as I did the cowgirl…

Sorry Doll…

Thought I’d leave you with a little Dolly P.

Have a listen –> 03 Jolene

Group shot!

Happy Halloween!

Hey!  Wait!  I almost forgot, what are you guys dressing up as for Halloween?!

I Resolve To:

A New Years Resolution in October?  I think yes!  Every year I make a New Years Resolution and I try really, really hard to stick to it.  Just to give you an idea, some of my resolutions in the past have been: to go back to school and finish my degree, stop drinking pop (or soda whatever you’d prefer to call it.  I’m from Michigan, we say pop), start exercising regularly, start a blog, and start reading directions (because reading directions is one of the banes to my existence.)

So, this week I got to thinking about what my resolution will be for next year.  Typically l start to come up with an idea a few months in advance, so once New Year Day comes around, I’m not scrambling to come up with something on the fly.

Care to fill in the blank?

As ideas started coming to me, I couldn’t help but think~ Why do we wait until January to make these resolutions?  Why not start now?!

I had never thought of it that way before.  I’m sure by January 1st I will have come up with other ideas as well, but for now, these are the resolutions I am going to start today…or maybe tomorrow, because some of these are really hard.

5.)  Limit writing posts on Facebook to once a week, and keep them benign.  Also, sign onto Facebook once every few days, and nothing more than that.

Well, I have learned over the past few years through my tumultuous relationship with Facebook that no matter what you write, someone has an opinion, unless it’s something really harmless like, “Hooray!  I’m getting married today!!”  Then, what can someone say?  There is no leeway for it to get personal.  I vow to stop writing anything on Facebook that could be misconstrued in any way, shape, or form, today!  No matter how meaningless I think what I’m writing is, if there is any part of me that has hesitation about it, then it doesn’t go up.  Period.

Also, get off Facebook already!  God, what is my problem?  I am always saying how annoying Facebook is and blah, blah, blah, yet I continue to go on every day.  Not anymore.  I will not go on Facebook more that once every few days, as to avoid the Facebook burn out.

Wow, I feel better already!  Don’t you?

4.)  Quit being so hard on myself.

I am by far my toughest critic.

For example~  “Why did I get a B?  I could have gotten an A.”

Or…

“If I don’t make the Deans List again this semester, than that means I suck at school.”

Or the one I am famous for lately…

“I’m getting a wrinkle on my forehead,  why the h isn’t this wrinkle cream working?” <-Said with great despair.

Why would any normal human being think these things?  I hear myself saying them, but it doesn’t register that they’re irrational.  I mean, now that I’m writing it down I can see it, but why when I am in the moment do I not understand that?  Whatever the reason, it’s clear I have to stop the destruction now.

3.)  Stop cutting my hair.

This picture is giving me anxiety...Yikes.

You all remember what happened the last time I cut my hair, right?  Somehow every time I do it, I seem to think the result is going to be different.  Isn’t that the definition of insanity?  However, the next time I go to reach for the scissors, I will get an imaginary slap on the wrist.

That’s it, no more cutting my own hair, and that means bangs, too, missy!  You got that?

2.)  Stop trying to map out the future.

I’ve noticed that I am always thinking ahead.  I am always planning for a worst case scenario, or looking into the future for what it might hold.  Most of the time this makes me feel like I am going bonkers.  I vow to start taking a breather and just living in the moment more, instead of planning for what’s coming next.

Now for the last one, also known as the most important one…

1.)  Start seeing the glass half full.

Half full or half empty? You decide.

Well, this is going to be a tough one.  In fact, I’m not entirely positive that I can actually stick with it.  I know it sounds a bit cynical to admit to being a “glass half empty” person, but I don’t look at it that way.  The way I see it, is that I am realistic.  Matt is the dreamer, and I am the voice of reason usually.  However, I admire his outlook on life.  He is a very positive person, and he is not afraid of his dreams.  He’s also not afraid of failing.  How many people can really say that they’re not afraid of failing?  Yeah, Matt’s pretty awesome.  That’s why I married him.

Anyway, I heard a Steve Jobs quote right after he passed away, and to me, it pretty much summed up Matt.  The quote was, “Stay hungry, stay foolish.”  I’ve decided I want to be more like that, foolish, because although being realistic can protect you from disappointment, it doesn’t enable you to take the kinds of risks that pay off big time.

So, what are some of your New Year’s Resolutions?

~The End…