January: In the interest of starting the new year off with a kick, I give you a cooking blog post!
February: Nolan and I had a lovely time in south Texas.
March: I've been crazy busy. Insanely, crazy, oh, my heavens busy, but I find I must pause and show you this.
April: You know, I always show you guys the good stuff. The pretty stuff. But I make mistakes, too. Sometimes I pay no attention to what I'm doing. Sometimes my creativity gets the best of me. Sometimes things turn purple. Sometimes I have to scrap stuff and start over.
May: If you don't enjoy fan fiction, then move along, move along, nothing to see here.
June: Remember Frank? He remembers you. No, I'm kidding. But I think I seriously just creeped myself out.
July: Infants from the Netherlands, Teenaged Contortionists and Semi-Final Drabbles. Now if that's not something for everyone, I don't know what is.
August: It appears That five days later, our house has been purged of the creeping crud that's plagued us. *knock wood, sofa, head, laptop, and anything else within knocking distance*
September: I started the 30 Day Shred. Oh, good gravy in the early morning, it's tough.
October: Sold out houses give me warm, fuzzy feelings. I love them. Seriously. Great audience tonight.
November: I like big bundts! Forgive the molestation of Sir Mix-a-Lot's lyrics; I'm a little punchy.
December: I'm an IDIOT. For those of you who know me, this is an unsurprising bit of news.
October: Sold out houses give me warm, fuzzy feelings. I love them. Seriously. Great audience tonight.
November: I like big bundts! Forgive the molestation of Sir Mix-a-Lot's lyrics; I'm a little punchy.
December: I'm an IDIOT. For those of you who know me, this is an unsurprising bit of news.
I've been up for two hours and have been watching it snow the entire time. It shows absolutely no signs of stopping, which is fun. We have nowhere to go for New Year's Eve, So I really don't mind a bit of weather. It's pretty, too; the white has blanketed everything the winter has turned ugly and dormant.
Tomorrow begins a new year, a clean slate, and empty canvas on which I can start all over again. The orderly part of me, the small, tiny part of me that is left-brained, really enjoys the idea of starting over and making lists that i can cross things off of. I even have some resolutions. So. *bounces on toes* All you kids have a safe New Years Eve, and I'll see you in 2010!
