New Year's Resolution
Posted on January 1, 2009 12:24 PM
New Year's Eve, a time to reflect on the passing year and a time to take the coming New Year head on. I find myself in the same exact position as I was this time last year, only less enthusiastic and lacking that hunger. My resolution has not fulfilled nor has it changed. Once again my New Year's resolution is to get out of my draining, dead-end job and actually find a career in doing what I love, web/graphic design.
It will be harder this year. I took a beating in 2008; constantly being put down, never even given a chance to prove myself, hearing the same excuses every time. So, do I have that hunger, that drive to throw myself out there in the world to make my mark? It's not so apparent anymore.
It is January 1st, 2009 and I admit that I did not stay awake for the dropping of the ball. I was fully asleep around 11:30 PM only to be awakened from my mother at midnight to wish me a Happy New Year. Happy? Not quite.
I was happy at Dave's traditional New Year's Eve family dinner.
I was happy to spend just a little bit of the old year in Dave's arm.
I was not happy to go home, to an empty, quiet house.
I was not happy because our New Year's Eve tradition was to get drunk and play board games and grub on party food with our wacky New Year's Eve hats, glasses, and horns; but that didn't come this year.
I was not happy because it finally hit home that my sister, Krystin, has a new life and I am the only one left at home.
I was not happy to find my mother sound asleep on the couch when I arrived home at 11:00 PM.
I was not happy because I did not try to wake her. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed, alone.
The year 2008 did not go out with a bang and I fear I will sludge through 2009 with no desire to achieve my resolution.
Belated Christmas/Come Back from Hiatus Entry
Posted on December 29, 2008 5:13 PM
It has been well over a month since my comments have been down, and no I still haven't fixed them. I'm a procrastinator, blah, blah, blah moving on, I am back from my "unplanned hiatus." I could have been cliché and purposefully returned in the New Year, but now that wouldn't be any fun now would it. Imagine this:
Oh boy! It's January 1, two thousand and NINE people and I have returned! Yipee! I hope this new year welcomes me with the same open arms that I welcomed it with!
...and so on and so forth, you're getting the picture.
That's just not like me, so here I am December 29, it's still 2008 and I've decided to talk about my family mastering the Art of Spoiling. Holy H-E-double-hockey sticks did I get spoiled.
Now please excuse me; it is but four days after Christmas (and I wish you all a belated, very Merry Christmas and a Happy Holidays), my presents are all put away, and I'm working from my memory (and we all know how far that gets me).
Let's start with gifts from my mother and step father:
1. A humongous bag of my favorite candy, Sour Patch kids.
2. BLOWFISH BOOTS!
3. An array of black photo frames for my future wall mural
4. A Betty Boop shirt
5. A Tom-Tom!
6. Two plastic containers to hold my many gauged earrings and belly rings.
7. A pair of Aero sweat pants
Gifts from my sister, Tina:
1. An iPod Touch! Complete with two cases and a car port.
2. Some smellies! (A Bath & Body Works Japanese Cherry Blossom gift set)
3. Harry Potter, The Order of the Phoenix
A freakin' Ed Hardy zipped-up hoodie, from my other sister, Krystin.
Gifts from my Bestie, Erica:
1. A gold clutch
2. A gray purse from Old Navy with matching gray/orange scarf
3. An argyle hoodie.
4. Booties from Bath & Body Works
5. Two gift cards to IHOP (one $25, the other $50).
From my significant other, Dave:
1. The cutest pair of green Nikes I ever saw.
2. Two fuzzy zip-up-hoodies
3. A pair of Puma sweat pants
4. A cow ornament (he's shiny, sparkly, and named Sparkles).
Gifts from Dave's parents, aka my future in-laws:
1. A stuffed snowman, named, Snuffy.
2. A Perfect Petz kitty, named Tabby, whom breathes and purrs all on her own (gets quite annoying at night though).
3. A T-Shirt
From Dave's brother, an Ed Hardy shirt. And last but not least, a bath gift set from my co-worker, Betty.
My fingers hurt from typing all that. o_O
Proof that the Bow Monster exists!
Posted on December 11, 2008 8:44 PM
I've recently been attacked by the Bow Monster, more formally known as my mother who is Queen of the bows, or as what I like to call her, Miss Bow Queen USA. Though the term "queen" is an understatement. Maybe Ruler and Creator of the Bow Universe, this woman gives new meaning to the use of bows.
The proof is in the photos. Please note the Christmas tree and the entry doorway.
And the entertainment center and the doorway to the hallway.
(Not to forget the two bows that rest on the towel rack in our bathroom. Yes, you heard me correctly.)
So, the attack was made yesterday when I was away at work. Three conspicuous bows were strategically placed in my room.
Here.
Here.
And here.
Strategic, you ask? Here's a run-down of my daily routine in my bedroom whereabouts:
When I first wake up in the morning, I go to my dresser to feed my fishies. I then grab my work clothes that are in the bottom drawer of that exact dresser. I then move on to my shelves where I concocted a mini "makeup station" to apply powder and a tiny bit of mascara using a magnified mirror. My last stop is to my computer to check my email, Twitter, blog and other such miscellaneous accounts before I head on downstairs to eat breakfast and leave for work.
I applaud my mother for masterminding such attacks and I surrender to my mother for this is a war I shall not win.
P.S. Comments still down. Hmph :(
