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Goals and Resolutions oh my!

  • Posted on January 2, 2012 at 11:31 pm
This entry is part 1 of 6 in the series Goals and Resolutions 2012

If I set goals and made resolutions for 2011, I certainly didn’t blog about them. SO! New year, new stuff.

Resolution: Get healthy
My diet is slowly improving, and (y’all can tell) I’m cooking more. But I need to do more. Therefore:

Goal: exercise more. There for the longest time I made the excuse that I’m getting enough exercise at work. Yes, I’m moving a lot at work, but it’s not enough. I have an exercise bike, hand weights, and children to chase.

Goal: Be more in control of my diet.1

I’m sure it doesn’t help that I work in a grocery store. Positive, actually. But I bring a lunch to work and then decide I don’t want it. Or skip packing a lunch at all and end up buying a bag of chips, a candy bar, a soda, and fried chicken. Or a corndog. Or chicken salad.

Time to change that.

Resolution: Budget.

There’s no way I could’ve planned for all the financial chaos that ensued in 2011. And to be completely honest, I don’t know that I could’ve saved enough money to handle everything. Therefore:

Goal: Develop a side business. I’m not making enough money. That needs to change.

Goal: Track spending. I need to know where what little bit of money I’ve got is going. It’s not enough to check the bank account to see if I’ve got it before I spend.

I think that’s enough for now, don’t you? We’ll have a periodic check-in on what’s happening.

  1. This is a dual goal, dealing with both budget and diet [↩]

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Traditional Southern New Year Meal

  • Posted on January 1, 2012 at 5:04 pm
This entry is part 1 of 6 in the series Good Luck Meals

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Collard greens. Black eyed peas. Cornbread. Bits of ham.

Dollar bills. Silver coins. Gold. Luck.

After the year I had, there was absolutely no way I was going to skip out on the traditional meal. The recipe post is here.

This year I had ham, so I chopped it up instead of the bacon. And I cooked the collards with a smoked turkey wing.

And I didn’t add the carrot slices (but after looking at the final picture from 2010, OH HOW I WISH I DID).

But other than that, everything else was the same.

LOL!

Here’s to Good Luck and Prosperity in 2012.

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Exhilarated, excited to be in love(ish) again

  • Posted on April 30, 2009 at 12:57 pm
This entry is part 3 of 10 in the series atypicalrelationship

We go out as often as we can, but I honestly prefer hanging out at the house with the kids. He keeps asking “would you marry me?” and I keep ducking the question. It’s too soon, he’s too still-married, please stop asking. Okay, if I answer will you NEVER ASK ME AGAIN? Then yes, I quite possibly WOULD marry you. If I actually believed in marriage. Privacy is impossible at our respected homes, so he occasionally gets a hotel room. It is a source of….not argument but something close to it. He doesn’t understand my general “hotel rooms squick me out” attitude (if I didn’t clean it, how do I KNOW it’s clean??!!??). But it *is* nice to be able to snuggle up and enjoy each others company.

Unease rumbles through my gut, punching me periodically. The things around the house he said he can do? are not done. Nor have we discussed WHEN they would be done. These are not small things, either: weatherproofing a window, changing the oil (he didn’t want me spending $30 at the quickchange) and replacing the brake pads on my van. Blowing the leaves. But he does go with me to select a new washer and dryer. And then a dishwasher. It’s odd, but nice.

We do not spend Thanksgiving together (he says he did not drive and ended up going to several relatives homes) but he does manage to come over on Christmas day.

The boys and I go to his house for New Year’s dinner. His house, his mama’s house is chock full of breakables. I don’t relax until the children go outside to play. He notices I’m giving myself a headache and directs me to get the bottle of ibuprofen from his desk. Next to the bottle of ibuprofen? a bottle of vicodin. I pull him to the side and ask about it – at no point did he tell me about this. “This?” he smiles condescendingly at me. “That is codeine. The muscle relaxer I take.”

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Happy 2008, right?

  • Posted on January 6, 2008 at 1:40 pm

Nothing like a thundering round of silence to kick off the new year, yeah? The boys have been sick, I’ve been working, and I finally got my desk cleaned off so I can actually USE the thing. I also moved it so I can actually look out the window as I’m writing. The curtains are pulled because the landscape is brown and wintry, but I can’t wait until it looks green and lush again. And I *really* can’t wait until I can take some pictures again. (New camera almost picked out. Can’t make up my mind.)

We’ve gotten unofficial word that moving is indeed necessary due to the highway construction project. What’s missing from the equation currently? A time frame. I’m fighting every single “scoop and run” urge I’ve got, waiting on final details. We do have a plan (okay, so it’s The Folks ™ plan). Out of all the ideas they’ve hatched thus far, this is the one they keep returning to. It is the least expensive option, but it is…less than ideal for me and the children. There will be room aplenty, don’t worry. The neighborhood is adequate enough, I suppose; but it is in another school district. I do not cherish the idea of driving The Teen to school (neither of us are “morning people”) and yet she absolutely insists on staying at her school.

It’s a lot to process.

The Christmas Tree is still standing in the livingroom. I’m officially in a state of rebellion. I didn’t put it up, I don’t like messing with those mylar icicles that My Sainted Mother INSISTS on putting on the tree, the boys want to leave it up, so it is now officially Someone Else’s Problem.

And talking about both of those things in one post has gotten me all kinds of grumpy. I do believe I’m going to mutter, and then find something else to do.

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