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The last New Year’s Resolution I ever made was to stop making New Years Resolution. A few years ago, I broke that one, but the incident served as a reminder about why I gave up on the whole idea of the NYR in the first place: the best way to doom a goal to failure is to actually resolve to get it done, and to make this decision while I still have the remnants of the previous night’s champagne coursing through my veins.

I do, however, have goals from time to time that I set in January. Goals involve less of a commitment than a resolution. This year my main goal is to get the huge rotting corpse out of my front yard, because the neighbors have stopped making eye contact with us and this makes me sad.

A Creepy Feng Shui )
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I need to write. I have a dozen projects I need to start. The laundry is piling up.

I seem to have contracted a bad case of New Year's Inertia. The enormity of how much I haven't accomplished with my life so far, plus the enormity of trying to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life has got me standing here like a deer in the headlights.

Can't move. Can't think. Can't type. Will try again later.


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There's one thing I have to say about 2009: it wasn't the worst year I've ever had. It's not even in the top (or should I say bottom) 5 of the worst years I've ever had. It was, however, one of the most irksome years I've ever had.

A Solorcaine Kind Of Year )
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Jeff is home for New Years again this year. Two things about my husband: he is not fond of crowds, and he enjoys blowing things up. This means that parties and bars are out, and instead we will ring in the New Year in our back yard, setting off fireworks (which just so happen to be legal where I live). We've got wine, we've got mortar shells, we've got Roman candles, we've got these things you set fire to so that they go high above the trees while they scream and shoot flames, and we've got a $35 box-shaped thing called "Helluva Deal" that promises to shoot off 20 rounds of multicolored explosions in a display that the guy at the fireworks store called, "Worthy of a grand finale, if that's what you're looking for." We were, so we bought it.

2009 has not been the worst year ever, at least not for me, but it's been one of the more annoying years I've seen. I read today 2010 will be a blue moon year (meaning it will have an extra full moon in it somewhere) and it is supposed to be wonderful according to folks who look star-ward to tell fortunes. I hope they're right. Regardless, we'll be chasing 2009 out with some mortar shells (or at least, the fireworks that they call by that name) and hope to scare it so bad that it leaves at 11:55 at the latest.

A Happy New Year to One and All!

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"You know, I'm gonna stay up until midnight on New Years Eve not to see 2010 roll in," my brother-in-law told me as he nursed a beer on Christmas Day, "I just wanna see 2009 finally come to an end and be over with. This year has been lousy."

Hey 2009, don't let the door hit you in the @$$ on the way out. )
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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about New Years Eve, which I got to spend with my husband this year. In the almost 18 years we've been a couple, we have only spent a few New Years Eves together. Usually, due to his work schedule, I've either spent them with other people in a bar or alone feeling sorry for myself. I hate to admit it, but some of the best New Years Eves I've had have been without him. Jeff is a bit of a misanthrope: the idea of being in a large crowd of people makes him irritable, and the reality of being dragged to a gathering of people makes him insufferable. This being the case, we opted to stay home, drink a bottle of wine, and blow things up in our back yard.

An explosion of metaphors )
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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about the fact that New Year's Day is over, and I don't have to eat either blackeyed peas or cornbread for another whole year if I don't want to. It's a Texas tradition, and I was obliged to eat them yesterday if I wanted to be wealthier in 2007 than I was in 2006, and to have any semblance of good luck. I've followed this tradition all of my life, and every year so far I've been a little better off than I was the year before. I could tempt fait by not eating them, but I'm not that brave.

Some good luck tastes better than others )

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