Arrr, the holidays are over and it is back to routine...except for the commander which is being fixed. Good thing we slacked on selling the liberty, because now I don't need a rental car. Ugh, I hate that bob barker. Seriously, I can't believe I backed into a light post. Who does that? retards like me, I guess.
It is a new year, and time for resolutions. I'm a huge goal setter--even though I don't get half of it done. But I'm a glass-is-always-full kind of person (except for when I hit light posts) and so I count half of my goals accomplished as better than none. I have a sickness though. I have caught "senor dich." How do I know? Because the week prior to new year's eve, I contemplated, categorized, and prioritized my goals for this year. I'm a nerd to the 1000 degree. I accept this; but becoming my father is icky. To fight off my senor dich sickness, I refuse to put my list on this blog (with delightful check boxes; seriously, I love the html form: checkbox=please).
Christmas sidebar: I got a Rubik's cube, and the bastard tempts me everyday. I can almost solve the thing but get hosed doing the last four corners. swine cube.
ass glee sidebar: bryn and ava are convinced that when we pray, we say "ass glee" instead of "ask thee." It brings aaron and I joy every night during family prayer.
2 comments:
I'm glad you swear when you pray. I think it keeps the prayers more real, more true to self - you know what I mean?
As for the commander...a moment of silence. It is a very cute car. When do you get it back?
That would make me laugh too. Miss you guys!
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