I think the idea of new years resolutions is lazy. It just gives you an excuse to wait to change something until Jan. 1st instead of right away.
That said, this year I was lazy.
I'm a list maker, and so without further ado here are things I'd like to do in 2011. I know... they're pretty much the standard. I'm realistic.
1. Exercise at least 4 times a week. Like, real, sweaty exercise.
2. Eat better
3. Read at least 30 minutes/night
4. build a bedroom set with my husband
5. GET OUT OF DEBT. At least credit card debt. Our cars and house debt will have to remain.
6. try to be more understanding of others perspectives
7. go out more often/make more friends
8. keep up better with the friends I have out of state
9. stop watching so much tv
10. read every issue of the New Yorker
11. Get better at my job
12. take on more freelance.
Lovely things that happened in 2010:
The birth of Cash Peterson and Edith McDonald. Meeting Morgan Shaw. Falling more in love with my husband (... and my dog). Finally got our house to where it feels like ELIZABETH AND LEE'S HOUSE when you walk in. Puerto Rico. White water rafting. Bonnaroo. Detroit. Orlando. My sister spending a week in Nashville. The lakehouse. Our scrabble family meetings. Football Saturdays. The holidays in Birmingham. New couches. And much more.
Cheers to 2011. I'm looking forward to it.
Sensibly Unconventional
31 December 2010
03 October 2010
22 August 2010
August 22, 2010
It was finally cool enough (high of 93!) to take a long walk today. One nice thing about Nashville is the vast greenway system. Really, it's one of my favorite things about the city. People are always on them, but they're never overcrowded.
The dam was flowing today, so I walked Bela over to the lake to take a drink.
In other news, if anyone has any good Indian recipes, I'd love them. I have finally (!) gotten Lee to like Indian food, though he doesn't venture out to the restaurants yet (he's allergic to peanuts and many ethnic foods use peanuts in their sauces...). We're partial to curry, but have also made a successful butter chicken recipe.
Currently obsessed with Alias.
The dam was flowing today, so I walked Bela over to the lake to take a drink.
In other news, if anyone has any good Indian recipes, I'd love them. I have finally (!) gotten Lee to like Indian food, though he doesn't venture out to the restaurants yet (he's allergic to peanuts and many ethnic foods use peanuts in their sauces...). We're partial to curry, but have also made a successful butter chicken recipe.
Currently obsessed with Alias.
14 August 2010
patio heat
I've never been a fan of summer. I think it's a dud of a season, unless you're living on the water. This summer has been unbearable. The heat.... it just won't stop. We're going on two solid months of mid 90s and above.
I took this photo through our window, so it's a little difficult to see. But that thermometer reads 122 degrees.
I took this photo through our window, so it's a little difficult to see. But that thermometer reads 122 degrees.
12 August 2010
the center of the watermelon
When my sister and I were children, watermelon was a summer staple in our house. My mom would always ask us to help cut it up, which was a pain because you had to lay out newspapers and it made a lot of waste. We'd sit on the counter next to the watermelon, "helping" my mom as she sliced half of it up for dinner. Then we'd fight over the center.
The center of the watermelon is the juiciest and best part of the watermelon. When we were growing up, seedless watermelon wasn't as common, and the middle was the only part sans seeds. It was delicious. And worth fighting for.
Now that I'm grown up, I'm free to eat the center whenever I want. And I do. But I'm still worried my mom will catch the remnants of my indulgence and yell, "WHO ATE THE MIDDLE OF THE WATERMELON?!"
The center of the watermelon is the juiciest and best part of the watermelon. When we were growing up, seedless watermelon wasn't as common, and the middle was the only part sans seeds. It was delicious. And worth fighting for.
Now that I'm grown up, I'm free to eat the center whenever I want. And I do. But I'm still worried my mom will catch the remnants of my indulgence and yell, "WHO ATE THE MIDDLE OF THE WATERMELON?!"
16 July 2010
Summer 2010
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