Last year I said 2012 was going to be my year. It seems that instead, 2013 is presenting me with a whole bunch of life decisions and changes.
Thank God. I was beginning to worry.
Belated New Year's Resolution: quit stressing so much! I love my grandma dearly, but I don't like that I take after some of her worrisome ways. Obviously we need some stress factor to motivate us to get our shit together, but seriously, I need to calm the fuck down. I'd like to take a moment to sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.
Clearly I need a vacation.
Happy February 1st! Saturday is Groundhog's Day and I'm going to go out on a limb and predict 6 more weeks of winter. Although I'm secretly hoping for what Jeff and I call "Summer of March" (TM) ... coined after the 70 degree weather we had around St. Patrick's Day last year. It was freaking gorgeous and wonderful. To celebrate, we went day drinking one Friday and sat outside on the patio of one of his favorite bars.
Meanwhile, I'm sitting here on one of the coldest nights this winter.. Thanks Siberia!... with my little space heater going, and still I feel an icy draft coming through my window. If it weren't for the tradition of yanking a captive groundhog out of it's dwelling every February 2nd, I'm sure we wouldn't be seeing any wildlife at all for the next few days. Except for maybe the few frozen pigeons I've seen camping out under the heat lamps at EL stations. Poor frozen rats of the sky.
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