I guess it's that time again: New Year's resolution time. I haven't looked back at my 2010 resolutions, but I'm pretty sure I didn't accomplish them. Not many, anyway, although 2010 was filled with so many amazing, perfect happenings it's hard to care. Regardless, I hope to step it up a little this year.
1. Do one completely random act of kindness for a stranger every month.
2. Apply for teaching positions - and get one!
3. Start working out again. Daily.
4. Pay off all my store credit cards, cancel them, and cut them into pieces.
5. Be patient.
6. Stop feeling guilty. That's all I'll say.
7. Cross at least three more items off my bucket list.
8. Cook more often. Get better at at.
9. Save some money.
10. Compromise more, trust more, worry less.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Imagine
Just now, Mason was eating a piece of cheese. Yellow American, if it matters. All of a sudden, the cheese was being pushed across the living room floor.
Me: "Whatcha doing with that cheese, Mase?"
Mason: "Not cheese! It's a vacuum!" [followed by what I can only infer were vacuum noises]
After every bite taken, the cheese turned into something new: a bulldozer, a dinosaur, a cheeseburger (??), and a pig, all complete with sound effects (even the cheeseburger).
Imagination. I love it. We still have it as adults: we look for shapes in the clouds or we wish on shooting stars or we dream of what we'd do if we stumbled upon a million dollars lying in the street or if there were world peace. We're just not allowed to use our imaginations like we used to. One can only wish it was still socially acceptable, at twenty-five years old, to turn your mashed potatoes into a fortress full of green bean men at the dinner table.
Or maybe that's just me.
Me: "Whatcha doing with that cheese, Mase?"
Mason: "Not cheese! It's a vacuum!" [followed by what I can only infer were vacuum noises]
After every bite taken, the cheese turned into something new: a bulldozer, a dinosaur, a cheeseburger (??), and a pig, all complete with sound effects (even the cheeseburger).
Imagination. I love it. We still have it as adults: we look for shapes in the clouds or we wish on shooting stars or we dream of what we'd do if we stumbled upon a million dollars lying in the street or if there were world peace. We're just not allowed to use our imaginations like we used to. One can only wish it was still socially acceptable, at twenty-five years old, to turn your mashed potatoes into a fortress full of green bean men at the dinner table.
Or maybe that's just me.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Non-Christmas Cards
Being so busy with school resulted in a lack of time to make and/or send Christmas cards this year - so New Year's cards it is!
Not only are these pretty cute, but think of all the stamp money I'll save, since I can just throw my thank you notes for Christmas gifts in with these. Genius, if I do say so myself.
Not only are these pretty cute, but think of all the stamp money I'll save, since I can just throw my thank you notes for Christmas gifts in with these. Genius, if I do say so myself.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Artsy
Mason's third favorite thing (after his Thomas the Trains and his puzzles) is art. Paint, PlayDoh, crayons, markers, pens... he loves it all. This inspired my Christmas gift to him and I can't wait to see how much he loves it, but more on that later. For now, here's some pictures of Picasso a few weeks ago (and it was about 6pm and yes, he's still in his pajamas. Hey, it was a Sunday and I had to make literature circle folders for 95 kids).
Oh, then he helped me with my lit circles:
Oh, then he helped me with my lit circles:
Monday, December 20, 2010
Thanksgiving
For some reason, my pictures jump from Halloween to Thanksgiving. I assure you, things happened in between. I'm just having trouble remembering exactly what those things were. Anyway...
This year, I decided to cook Thanksgiving dinner for just Mason and I. Maybe I was up for the challenge. Maybe I was feeling anti-social. Maybe I was just out of my mind. In any case, I set out to make (almost) everything from scratch and cook my first turkey. I called my mom about seventeen times and had to borrow a turkey thermometer, a pie pan, condensed milk, butter, cinnamon, and half a loaf of bread. I Googled incessantly.
Thanksgiving dinner prep is HARD. Don't ever let anyone tell you it isn't. It took me about four hours in the kitchen, and it took Mason and I about fifteen minutes to eat it all.
It was worth it though.
This year, I decided to cook Thanksgiving dinner for just Mason and I. Maybe I was up for the challenge. Maybe I was feeling anti-social. Maybe I was just out of my mind. In any case, I set out to make (almost) everything from scratch and cook my first turkey. I called my mom about seventeen times and had to borrow a turkey thermometer, a pie pan, condensed milk, butter, cinnamon, and half a loaf of bread. I Googled incessantly.
Thanksgiving dinner prep is HARD. Don't ever let anyone tell you it isn't. It took me about four hours in the kitchen, and it took Mason and I about fifteen minutes to eat it all.
It was worth it though.
It Only Took 7.5 years...
The past four months were the longest, hardest, busiest, fastest months of my life. I missed my kid, I missed having a clean house and remembering when to pay the bills, I missed sitting down and watching mindless television and blogging. I drank more coffee than water, I fed Mason a disgusting amount of hot dogs for dinner and began considering peanut butter as a vegetable, I took a few naps on the side of the interstate, and one time I actually got half way to school before I realized I still had pajama pants on.
But I did it. I'm done. Soon, I'll have a piece of paper that says I accomplished something. Hopefully that piece of paper will come in handy in the very near future. We'll see.
And now, it will most likely take me another month to catch up on Mason's life. A lot has happened in four months. The kid can SPELL HIS NAME, for god's sake.
But I did it. I'm done. Soon, I'll have a piece of paper that says I accomplished something. Hopefully that piece of paper will come in handy in the very near future. We'll see.
And now, it will most likely take me another month to catch up on Mason's life. A lot has happened in four months. The kid can SPELL HIS NAME, for god's sake.
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