New Years Resolutions

Maybe this will be the year that I pay off all my debt, lose the 10 extra pounds (and maybe 15 more for vanity’s sake), get promoted, conceive a child, program the guts of a brilliant web application that has been gestating in my brain for 2 years, and empty a compact full of eyeshadow.  Anyone else love using up and throwing out old makeup?  No?  It’s just me then. Oh well.

Sadly, all of those things were supposed to happen in 2011.  And before that, they were supposed to happen in 2010.  But I did manage to get the garage cleaned out last year.  Actually, the Husband did it.  Yup, I guess I have to call 2011 a big fat bust.  I did get a nice raise (by threatening to quit), but other than that, crap.

2012 seems like a good number.  I spent the first week of it blowing goobers of snot and blood out of my nose, but I’m sure 2012 can make that up to me.

I have been kicking butt on eating vegetables.  In the past 7 days, I have consumed at least 3 different vegetables every day.  I’ve had carrots, broccoli, corn, red & green peppers, red & white onions, winter squash, tomatoes, spinach, tomatillos, and brussels sprouts.  According to my mother-in-law, brussels sprouts are the new “in” vegetable.  I had no idea.  I need to keep up better on yuppie food trends.

Now it’s time for me to attempt to work my way out of the productivity nadir that was 2011. It’s kind of like the hangover of a bad year.  I think I’ll start by playing consecutive games of Mah Jong Tiles for the next six hours.

Irreconcilable Differences

No, not Kim Kardashian.

Just incompatible goals.

I want to send my husband through school, so that he can get a job and I can quit working.

I want to get my Masters Degree in Biological Sciences.

I want to have three kids.

I want to be promoted and successful in my career as a scientist, while I stay home and make my living off my part-time freelance programming business.

I want to build a house with beautiful quality materials, that isn’t pretentious or ostentatious.

Did I mention that I would love a classic Colonial with a grand staircase, and a 2nd floor library with it’s own balcony area?  For all my books, you know.

Where I can go to hide from the kids I so desperately want to stay home and spend all my time with.

I want to give tons of money to charity.  I want to pay for my hypothetical childrens’ educations.

I want to make my own wine, and cheese, and crochet an entire blanket, while I am doing graduate studies as a stay-at-home mom, who makes a six-figure salary as a successful scientist, in her pajamas, from the comfort of her 1500 sq foot Colonial complete with grand staircase, four bedrooms, spacious library, music room, and formal dining room, pursuing the epitome of worldly success and at the same time being the best Christian ever.

Maybe by the time I’m forty I’ll figure it out?

Tick, tock….

Diving Headlong into Narcissism

There is something undeniably narcissistic about a personal blog, no?

I read many blogs.  I read News blogs, and Feminist blogs, and Christian blogs, and Political blogs, and generalized personal blogs.  Seems like everyone has a blog, an outlet for their outermost thoughts and feelings, interesting or not.  I come up with blog names, set up blogs, administrate blogs, and sell blogs to people, but I’ve never written one myself (until now, obviously).

Possibly I didn’t want to be a lemming.  Or felt that I would have nothing interesting to say.  Most likely, my personal brand of narcissism considers itself above the inane word-salad that fills many blog posts.

I suppose that’s the best *intellectual sneer* that a techie can come up with.  Or maybe, just the best one I can come up with.

I did it today.  I dove head-first into a delicious vat of middle-brow narcissism to bring the world this, my very first blog post.  And it is nice.  Don’t you think so?  Of course you do.

Paint art, in honor of my first blog post. Camille, 28th October 2011