2011? for real?

I almost typed in 2001. That was a pretty good year...TEN YEARS AGO. Oh my goodness, where did it all go?

Resolutions:

- Well, we joined a CSA, which I am so freakishly excited about. Minus the fact that I think this means we'll be eating RADISHES for the next three months. I don't know if I can come to love radishes.

- Cook more.

- Work less. Stress less. Generally give myself a break.

- 6 pack abs? Right?

- Rediscover all the things I used to love to do before I convinced myself that falling into the "work hard in high school SO you can get into a good college SO you can work hard in college SO you can get a good job SO you can make lots of money SO you can buy lots of things SO..." So what? I don't know. But the money is good and the job is not so good, so maybe by this time next year, I'll have a whole different career? Or at least hobbies that make the day job not so...job-like.

- Blog? Right? I did get a sweet Flipcam, which is currently full of New Year's Eve Just Daaaance videos. I'm hoarding away all the ones with me in them, hoping that they will never reach the light of day.

And I had another one, but I forgot what it was, so oops, I guess it must have been a lie.

Here's the big one, though: Figure out how in the world I'm going to get back to Namibia or to Haiti to work with all the babies that my heart hurts for. Whether it's nursing or being a teacher or saving all my tips from the barista gig I have to get when I finally quit being a nurse, I just can't help but believe that God puts these kids on my heart and never lets me forget them for a reason. So that's the big one. Figure out how to get from point A to point B (or point Z, because as of right now, it seems like quite a ways off).

Happy 2011. Seriously, 2011? When the heck did that happen?

P.S. I remembered my last resolution: Start extreme couponing.

back on the train

Yes yes yes.

The eatin'-tacos-for-dinner-while-drinking-cafe-au-lait-made-with-chocolate-milk-out-of-a-latte-bowl train.

The pad-thai-&-beaujolais-for-breakfast train.

The making-dinner-every-night-because-it-zens-me-out-&-I'm-pretty-damn-good-at-it train.

The forget-this-job-because-it's-not-forever train.

The I-can-be-whatever-I-want-to-be-when-I-grow-up train.

The much-too-young-to-feel-this-old-&-sad-exhausted train.

The I-am-so-young train.

I am back on this freaking train.

gollywoggles

The flu is a total downer.

the dij'

I want to go back home.

la vie maladroite

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dollar dollar bill, y'all

All the money I'm saving by cooking at home instead of eating out is going straight to my iTunes account.

In other news, made suprêmes de volaille à brun with tomates à la provençale, both via Julia Child. The tomates were a rousing success. The chicken? A challenge to figure out how the hell to cook with clarified butter.

criss-crossed toes

I know I shouldn't count my chickens before they hatch. And I know that getting my hopes up only leads to disappointment. But I feel really, really good about this.

Please, please, PLEASE let this one work out.