Month: December 2012

Year In Review: 2012

Yep, I was able to fit writing another post into my exciting New Year’s Eve plans of not doing anything. Honestly, I’m just stoked that I won’t be subjected to post-stroke Dick Clark doing the countdown to midnight. Does that make me a bad person?

Actually, that’s neither here nor there. The point of this post is to review my progress with respect to my New Year’s Resolutions for 2012. I went through all of my month in review posts and graded each resolution as either “good” or “needs improvement.”

  • Take better care of myself. This received a “needs improvement” grade in every month except February. That being said, I had some good patches and some bad patches. Things weren’t terrible, though: I lost 24 pounds this year. If I can repeat that feat next year, it will be amazing.
  • Read every day. This is the only resolution that received a “good” grade every month. Of course, I went into the year expecting that this would be an easy resolution to keep. The problem was never that I disliked reading; the problem was that I had no time to read. This resolution forced me to make time and the results were incredible: I read 52 different books this year (56 total if you count the four I read twice).
  • Blog every day. This received a “good” grade in every month except July. It’s kind of hilarious to me now that when I made these resolutions I expected this to be the hardest one to keep. But I really didn’t think I would be that comfortable putting myself out there on the Internet. And that’s still an issue for me sometimes, but I don’t really think about it that much. The thing I know for certain, though, is that if it weren’t for this resolution I never would’ve made myself power through those days when I feel weird about blogging. So I’m really grateful for this resolution.
  • Work on my house. This received a “needs improvement” grade in every month except February. (I don’t really remember February, but apparently it was magical.) At this point I really am just celebrating minor victories like the fact that I actually wash my dishes (in the dishwasher) instead of just letting them pile up. I still want to sell my house (and if you read my blog regularly, you know that), but I haven’t acted on that impulse.

All told, then, that’s two “good” and two “needs improvement.” As I noted in one of my month in review posts, it should surprise no one that I was good about the fun resolutions and needed improvement with the resolutions that require me to get off my ass.

So 2012 was kind of an interesting year. I seriously considered dropping out of grad school more than once, but powered through and graduated on schedule. I actually had a job, albeit for a very brief time. I came to hate Hunter Pence with a passion by the time the World Series was over. I got mad about things and sad about things and ecstatic about things. And through it all, I had my blog: a place for me to share whatever randomness was floating around in my head (almost) every day.

Thank you for reading my blog. It amuses me and I hope it amuses you as well. May 2013 be the best year ever for all of us πŸ™‚

Until tomorrow.


Month In Review: December

An early post today so I can try to fit a year-in-review post later. Let’s get to it.

  • Take better care of myself. I was doing okay with this until Christmas, at which point I started eating like it’s my job. Especially sweets. (Seriously, if I could eat dessert for a living, I would be so fat and so happy.) And now I’m trying to eat all the candy and drink all the soda in the house so I can make a fresh start in 2013.
  • Read every day. Yay! I was good about this one again! And since I got a lot of YA books (that I’d asked for) for Christmas, I will not be in need of reading material for a good, long while.
  • Blog every day. This was a success and then some! I’ve already written 31 posts in December as I write this. And I’m planning on writing one more post before the end of the year.
  • Work on my house. Does not cluttering it up with Christmas decorations count? Actually, I have done a couple of tiny, little things, but they don’t really add up to much. Oh well.

As per usual, there’s two excellent, one average, and one very bad. At least I’m consistent, right?

In other news, I’m still kind of shocked that I completed my master’s degree. Especially considering how badly I wanted to quit earlier in the year. But I powered through that and here I am πŸ™‚ With a master’s degree, no job, and massive student loans. Wait, I was supposed to be positive. Whoops. Actually, I am really proud of myself. But that pride doesn’t preclude me from seeing the truth of my situation. But I will give myself a one-day reprieve from worrying about it.

Until tomorrow.


I’d forgotten how addicting Plants vs. Zombies is. (At least in the early levels where I kick ass at it.)

Not that I really had anything to write about today, but I think I just spent 40 minutes playing Plants vs. Zombies without being remotely aware of how much time was passing. Games can be dangerous that way. That’s probably one of the reasons why I’m not a big gamer (even of the iPhone/iPad variety).

The weirdest part is that I can’t stop yawning now, but I didn’t feel tired when I was playing the game. How did the game hypnotize me so much that I wasn’t even cognizant of the fact that I’m exhausted? It’s kinda creepy, right?

And this is just the kind of scintillating randomness you can expect when I continue my blog in 2013 πŸ™‚

Until tomorrow.

Home Sweet Home

Or something like that.

I am (finally) in my own house. I may regret the fact that I purchased this house, but right now I’m just glad to be here. My usual hatred for it will come back soon enough, but it’s nice to not feel it every once in a while.

Of course, I currently feel guilty because my dad wasn’t home when I left my parents’ house, which means I didn’t say goodbye. But I really had to leave when I did; I couldn’t risk getting sucked into another episode ofΒ Bath/Yard/Kitchen Crashers. (Yep, HGTV went back-to-back-to-back with theΒ Crashers shows this morning.)

The one bummer about coming home was the abysmally small amount of mail that was waiting for me in my mailbox. I was gone for over a week at Christmas, there should have been more than 10 pieces of mail. On the plus side, though, I saw Equality Forever stamps for the first time (I hadn’t even known such a thing existed before today). I’ve talked a lot of (well-deserved) shit on the USPS this year, so I have to give them credit for doing something awesome.

Until tomorrow.


I’m not sure what’s more remarkable: that I managed to spend 5.5 hours helping my dad do stuff at the church(es) or that I’m still awake at 11:30. They’re both pretty shocking if you stop and think about it.

Other remarkable things include the fact that I spent a lot of that 5.5 hours dealing with heavy pieces of metal and managed to avoid injury and the fact that I was touching things that my brain classified as being dirty (including picking stuff up off the floor) without any outward sign of just how anti the whole operation I really was. (Have I discussed my issues with respect to things that are dirty? Because that’s a fun topic.)

Wow, okay, I am really very tired. And if I want to head back to my house at a decent hour tomorrow (and I do), then I had better go to bed.

Until tomorrow.

Worn Out

I’ve been at my parents’ house for a week now. I really, really ought to go home. But I had to stick around today to sign for and set up the Apple TV they ordered. And tomorrow I have to help my dad with some demolition at the old church. (I get a free lunch out of it, too.)

But if I’m being honest, I would’ve preferred going home yesterday. I love my parents, but there is such a thing as too much family togetherness. I’m just so bad at saying “no” and sticking up for myself. Especially since they’re my parents. And they bought me an expensive Christmas present that I’m still feeling guilty about.

I don’t know how long tomorrow’s demo will last, but I can pretty much guarantee that I won’t go home afterwards. It’s a long drive and I like to avoid any chance of getting stuck in rush hour traffic, even if that means spending another night at my parents’ house. But I really do have to go home on Saturday.

Until tomorrow.

What Attitude Of Gratitude?

I looked online for my final semester grades today. (I wasn’t sure what I’d gotten in one class because the professor took the BlackBoard page offline without first grading our final papers.) I had all A’s. In fact, my grades were A+, A, and A-.

This means that I got an A in every grad school class I took πŸ™‚ You’d think that would mean that I graduated with a 4.0, right? Well, you’d be wrong. I graduated with a 3.95 because of a couple of A- grades.

And how messed up is that? In what world is an A- materially worse than an A? Because that’s a stupid world.

So yeah, today I’m having trouble feeling grateful because this grade thing is bothering me. It just feels so stupid and unfair. And maybe I should get over myself and stop whining about a GPA that’s 0.05 away from being perfect. But y’know what, no, I won’t. I’ve always been good at school; it’s always been easy for me, and, therefore, I’m entitled to whine about things like this. After all, I graduated from high school 14 years ago and I’m still bitter that our valedictorian got a “scholarship” of several hundred dollars while our salutatorian (me) got jack shit. That will never stop being unfair to me. Anyways…

I think this was quite enough of a peek inside my head for one day.

Until tomorrow.