A New Year
January 5th, 2008First off, who is tramadol and why does he keep trying to post comments on my blog? Seriously, every comment I get is a huge list of links for tramadol and phentermine. Please, does this work? I mean, COME ON. Find a legitimate way to advertise, people.
Okay, now on to the real blog post. Happy 2008! We did nothing for New Year’s Eve this year. Well, we packed up 2/3 of our house and put it into storage. Yes, manual labor for New Year’s. But, it’s a giant step toward putting our house on the market. Our plan is to get the house ready, sell it, and move into an apartment until we can find our dream house. Specifically, a one story house that is smaller than the enormous monster we have now. I swear half the house is not used. What a waste.
So, that leads to resolution #1. Yes, I always make resolutions. Later, I’ll have to post about how I did with 2007’s resolutions. But, ahem, here we go:
New Year’s Resolutions for 2008
1. Sell our house, and move into our dream house.
2. Make and sell crochet/knit patterns (at least 5). (I have 2 made that I just need to type up and list on etsy!)
3. Make most of my Christmas gifts for this year, and start now!
4. Start eating more healthfully and naturally. (this is my sneaky way of also saying Lose Weight)
5. Continue working out and getting in shape. Try to get to the gym at least 3 times a week.
I’m sure I’ll think of more later, but that’s it for now. I was reviewing my resolutions from 2006. Ha! One of them is to find my passion in life. How much time did I have on my hands? I don’t think I’ve once wondered what my passion in life is since I had Nate. Either I don’t have time to wonder anymore (or energy) or, and this is more likely, Nate IS my passion in life. It still amazes me how much I love being a mother. Even when Nate is at his most toddlerish (i.e. being a big ol’ pain in the patootie), I love being with him. Speaking of toddler behavior, he has started throwing tantrums. He cries, and then bends over and slaps the floor with his hands. Then, he signs that slapping the floor with his hands hurt. And then he does it all over again. Nate is also learning how to wrap me around his little fingers. He charms his way into getting more milk. He grins at me and does the sign for milk. It’s almost like he’s flirting with me, and it gets me every time. He is going to be trouble.


