New Year's Resolutions for 2010

I've been thinking about this a lot the last few days.

What do I want out of the next year?

Do-able and Achievable:
1. I want to lose ten to fifteen pounds by eating more vegetables, drinking less (note I am not eliminating this -- I'm no sadist), and using the Wii fit every morning.

2. I want to use the new space in the basement to help me organize the house and clean out the clutter. I want everything in this house to have a home that makes sense.

3. I want good test results. And if not, I want to get rid of everything as soon as possible.

More Nebulous And Out Of My Control:
4. I want to get my family communication issues resolved and find some peace with my sister. I don't think we will ever be more than that -- and I have serious doubts that she will participate in anything like this.

I would like the next year to be happier and healthier than 2009. So far it is shaping up to be 2009's twin, however, and we haven't even really gotten started. I would like to have one year where my children don't have to listen to me explain horrendous things to them. I would like a year where the worst things we have to worry about are lunches and schedules and where the missing mittens are. But as Forrest says, life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you gonna get.

Merry Christmas...

The kids got wii games, clothes, books, Barbie stuff out the yingyang for DQ, game-building software for The Boy, and some board games.
Hubby got lots of Home Depot gift cards, and a few little things from me.
I got a basement well on the way to being finished, a heated chafing dish and digital picture frame, and a wonderful framed set of pictures of Kathy and our grandmother, both at age 5, and they look almost identical. Oh, and a giant "fuck you I don't want anything to do with you" from Louisiana.
And the soap opera continues...

I Suck At Everything Right Now

I am having the most horrible, awful wishes about wanting to just get in the truck and drive somewhere --anywhere-- and avoid all Christmas everything. I don't want to wrap presents or bake or go anywhere or have people over or anything else. Everywhere I look I am reminded of what I've lost this year and what I'm in danger of losing, and I am honestly not handling any of it well. I am feeling completely selfish and whiny and would quite prefer to go curl up in a fetal position under my bed for the next two weeks. Actually what I want is to go up to some cabin somewhere remote and just hide from the world for a while.

Not a possibility.

I hate impossible things.

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas this year is some good news from down south.


Love,Karen

PS -- I'll leave out the Coors and sardines for you, like when we were kids