2010. I'm comin for ya.

Time to get to my 2010 resolutions!

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  Get rid of HALF of everything in this house (excluding anime, manga, and Agent Anime's toys). Seriously. It all needs to go.
  
  
  
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  Spend less money/Become less of a consumer.
  
  
  
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  PAY OFF DEBT! The fact that we are even in this position AGAIN floors me. HUGE goal!
  
  
  
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  Eat better.
  
  
  
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  Cook from scratch.
  
  
  
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  Stop eating out so much. It's really, realy ridiculous.
  
  
  
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  Get ORGANIZED! I mean for really, real. Really.
  
  
  
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  Work on me.
  
  
  
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  Work on my marriage.
  
  
  
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  Blog about it.
  
  
  

I need to become more accountable. I will use my blog to do so. No, really. I will. I mean, I want to.

music, why are you being such a jerk?

I am displeased with music at the moment.

I generally love music.

In fact,

I live for it's

melodic pleasures.

But a switch has been

flipped.

I hear songs

and feel

annoyed.

I give a new band a try

(read that aweful WILCO)

and

could whip

out the Bic

and

dissect my wrists.

I see Tim McGraw on

Oprah

(I know! My life will improve when she retires. I wonder if she's going to get Tyra to replace her?)

and think

who

encourages

his mediocre singing?

And not so much the music,

but the personal

and

prfessional endeavors

of my

ABSOLUTE

favorite band

of

all.

freaking.

time.

PEARL JAM

YOU. ARE. MESSING. WITH. MY.

MIND.

It is coming guys.

I will give you a big ole

slice

of it soon.

Untill then.

I will relax to the sounds of

my

Bluegrass Baby-Daddies

at least I'm

pretty

sure one of them is the

cause of my

swelling womb

It was either them

or

the guy I'm

married

to.

Sarcasm ever?

I like to think I have a way with words.

I am so gifted in the art

that few people are at my ADVANCED level.

Some times this causes a few

misunderstandings.

See,

I forget.

I forget, that regular folk

are just happy to be going about

their business.

Then I come along.

Example:

Folks:

(referring to my pregnant belly

and the 1 and 3 year old I'm dragging behind me)

So, uh, ya gonna have any more?

Me:

Not with this husband!

Folks:

(silence)