Happy "Well, I Guess Let's Do This Over Again And Hope It Goes Better Than Last Time" New Year

      I am, in general, opposed to odd-numbered years (stop me if you've heard this before), but I am often comforted by the fact that the majority of odd-numbered years are spent being an even-numbered age, and then when I am an odd-numbered age (also quite despised by me), I have the luxury of being in an even-numbered year. Funny how life works out like that sometimes. Anyway, one of my friends commented that 2011 "definitely has two legs." I have no idea what that means, but I'm taking it as good omen and hope you will, too.


      In 2010, I gained some amazing new friends.

      I lost a $20 bill in the wind one day. Who does that?

      I stopped returning phone calls. I just hate the phone so much.

      I started wearing I Spy again.

      I was hugely satisfied by finishing another novel.

      And frustrated by my indecision about what I want to do next with my life. The possibilities seem too endless.

      I am so embarrassed that I handled it so poorly when someone had a crush on me that I did not return. I felt like I was thirteen again! And not in a good way!

      Once again, I re-caulked my bathroom. I am a caulking machine.

      Once again, I did not get rid of my extra bed frame. I KNOW.

      The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is a new wrinkle between my eyebrows. I've named it Lucille. Honestly, I don't mind having her around.

      The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is how I think of Mat. Or rather, how I don't.

      I loved spending time getting pampered with my sisters, compliments of Sister #1's husband.

      Why did I spend even two minutes being annoyed at one of my friends, when dropping her from my life turned out to be the easiest thing in the world?

      I should have spent more time drinking sweet tea. (What? It's delicious).

      I regret buying that sweater from Banana Republic that tragically got torn to shreds just a few months later. It just wasn't fair!

      I will never regret buying that little red dress even though with that money I could have bought lunch for a month.

      I lied way too much.

      I didn't call Ryan enough.

      My job and the animal farm that comes with it drove me crazy.

      Was the weather crazier than ever last year? Or was it me?

      The most relaxing place I went was Trout Creek.

      I feel so inspired when I write that down.

      Why did I go to the eye doctor so much? Oh yeah, because my eyes were threatening to melt out of my skull. Stupid eyes.

      The best thing I did for someone else was help make their wedding perfect.

      The best thing I did for myself was drive seven hours roundtrip to Athens, Georgia.

      The best thing someone did for me was send me the most heatfelt birthday wishes I've ever received.

      The one thing I'd like to do again, but do it better, is welcome Nate home.