New Year's Goals, are overrated.

Instead of depressing myself with a list of ridiculous unobtainable goals that will be forgotten by Jan 19th, I'm patting myself on the back with my "no sweat" list.

1. Will not secretly harbor a crush on the oldest Jonas brother.

2. Ignore comments from my Mother about how she heard my blog was "offensive."

3. Take less pictures of Fatness and more of humans.

4. Coax Tim into starting "Bring Your Cat to Work Day" at the precinct.

5. Try not to use my high pitched cat-voice when talking to Tim.

6. Will not use guilt-laced sentences to lure Erica into coming over more.

7. Will not freak out when Griffin leaves for Germany in 2 weeks.

8. Will not scan the Internet during work hours for new pictures of Hugh Jackman and Clive Owen.

9. Less PerezHilton and more Politico.

10. Will sink to my knees in relief, on January 20th, when Obama is sworn in.

11. Continue with the belief that trans-fats have nutritional value.

12. Will dial back the 5 a day diet Coke habit.

I do feel my list is complete and obtainable. I don't need anymore guilt about exercising more, being more compassionate, ignoring the doorbell when the missionaries are knocking, cooking more, watching less TV, cursing like a sailor in bad traffic, eating more whole grains, thinking my co workers need brain implants, no I don't need any more guilt, that's what being raised in a legalistic religion supplied.

Happy New Year.

What I didn't do this weekend.

I didn't go Christmas shopping or clean my house.

I did go to a formal dinner at Luke Air Force Base. It was for all the troops mobilizing from Griffin's unit. He looked handsome in his Class A's. There was a lot of pomp and circumstance, tough girls with tattoos and insults being thrown around. Tim explained to me "welcome to the military."

Griffin leaves for West Point in January, he will be gone a year. Whaaa.





I didn't finish my novel this weekend but I did take plenty of pictures of Fatness.

In this shot Fatness was telling me how happy he was about Obama's cabinet choices




He can't wait to see what Michelle O will be wearing for the Inauguration.




We both agreed that the Obama's will be a breath of fresh air in Washington.

Happy Birthday ZTY

Zachary Taylor is 25 today, and the best son-in-law a mom could ask for. Thank you for keeping my daughter in line, letting her have 3/4ths of the closet, putting up with her odd requests like "Zach, could you rinse out your toothbrush better?" Thanks for getting her Fatness, who was destined to be with me. Thanks for being such a sweet, easy going, funny, all around great guy.

Almost There

I had a difficult time this year. I could not get in the mood to decorate for Christmas, so I pulled out the big guns. I put on a hardcore Christmas CD: Leonard Bernstein with the Tabernacle Choir and New York Philharmonic. I started off easy with "Deck The Halls" worked up to "Joy To The World" and then I chose the big one, Handel: Chorus from Messiah, bring.it.on. If this failed me I knew there was no turning back. I let a few choruses of "Forrr Unnntooo Us A Child isss Bo---rn" fill my senses and then I announced to Griffin and Tim...."I was back in the game. I was ready to decorate, bring me the boxes."

I began with my tree.


Followed with fireplace, centerpiece and sofa table.




My village of silly stuffed animals.


This one is my favorite, Caca's too, she tried to kidnap him last year.


Hung my wreath.


I love snow globes.

Nutcracker


Santa


North Pole


I only have the banister left and shopping for 15 people, I will need more than the Mormon Tab for strength, I will require crystal meth.