Saturday, January 1, 2011

New Year, Old Maid?

Happy New Year!

With every new year comes some new resolutions. Of course, there is always the dieting resolution and the read more one as well. But along with my stereotypical resolutions I decided to add one more. I decided that this year I would document every important and not so important details of this year. Every year goes by and struggle to remember how I spent it and what even happened. Not this year! So here begins my blog of the normality of my life. Similar to the idea of the show Seinfeld, a blog of nothing!

This year was not brought in with enthusiasm of parties or snacks or noise makers but rather with my kindle and my slumbering dog laying next to my bed. I decided to head off to bed at about 11.30 when I decided that if I watched anymore of the USA House marathon I would fall asleep so why not do it in my bed? I was then proceeded by mock name calling from my parents about how much of an old lady I am. Could it be that I am turning into an old maid at the ripe old age of 17? (Soon to be 18!) I mean I would rather stay home than go out, I don't like to party, I love sleeping, and my dog seems to have more energy than me!

This Christmas has been one filled with joy and sadness. Joy that I received a kindle, that my sister and father have a job, Marco is developing, I have a roof over my head and I got to see family from Chicago. Yet, there was a sting to this Christmas knowing this is the last year I can help my mom decorate the house, last year I can steal cookies while Mom is baking, and the last year I can sleep in my own bed/room Christmas Eve and not feel like a visitor. I know though that with the sadness of those things comes excitement from graudation, excitement for college and for being on my own!

The Glastonbury Music Festival on tv is beckoning me! (And my white cheddar queso ;)) So I decided that with every blog I post I will leave you with a joke or riddle because if you know me I love to laugh and when I was younger I used to call into the radio for the morining kid jokes. Enjoy!
-P.S. No reading the answer first!

Q: Where does a Turtle go when it's raining?
A: A shell-ter :)

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