Bring on the New Year

Along with the New Year come a bunch of repetitious resolutions that the majority of people give up on come 2 January. I don't make resolutions; never have, never will. But on my way to work last week I started to think about what kind of resolution I would make if I were the type of person who partook in such traditions and all I could think of was to simply be more cognizant of all the positive things I have in my life but then that got me thinking about all the things I love and all the things that eerk me and both categories, somehow, make me smirk when I think about each...

I love crossing into Santa Rosa county on my way home from work and seeing the teenager outside of 'County Line Pub and Pizza' dancing at the side of the road like there's no tomorrow...with his headphones on...while holding the sign to advertise the restaurant. He dances hard - and with absolutely no.shame.at.all. Love it.

I hate when couples' pet names include 'honey.' I don't know why, but it sounds so silly, like their mocking their partner, to me it'd be like calling your significant other 'buddy' or 'pal' it's a total turnoff. If you are guilty of using 'honey' - STOP - you'll be making the world a better place. Please and Thank You.  =D

I have to eat with 'the short fork'. And no - this not like 'the short bus', I simply have to eat with the small, short forks. We own long handled forks and shorter forks (perhaps one is like a salad fork and one is an entree fork - though IDK, I'm not fancy enough to know the difference off the top of my head) but I have to use the short one or I will.not.eat. This is not up for debate.

I'm still baffled that freezers don't have lights, so much so that I am adding "Own a freezer with a light in it" on my bucket list. :p  True Story.

I never wear anything but clear nail polish. Nail polish makes Seth cringe, like, to the point to where he may need a Psych Eval done. Fo' real.

We have our babies name picked out, I'm talkin' a first and middle in case we have a boy and a first and middle in case we have a girl and we're not even pregnant. We don't even plan to have a baby until at least 2012. Does this make us prepared or neurotic???? I'm sure there is a fine line, and we are most likely flirting with it.

I hate pumping gas - don't know why.

I love the smell of rain, but I do not drive in the rain.

I hate PCs. Apple say whaat?!

I love how the kids tell me and Love that we are 'the best' just because we buy them a slushie after we check-out at Target.

I buy at least one picture frame every time I go into Hobby Lobby. I think I have an addiction.

I believe that heaven is a delicate balance of Starbucks, Pier One and Express, all rolled into one, with Wilco quietly playing over the P.A. as God checks to see if my name is on the list. I'm convinced of it.

Crooked teeth are a deal breaker. No matter what you look like, if you crack a smile and you're a teeth are busted...

I hate flossing.

I hate repetition.

I hate flossing.

I hate repetition.

I love Firehouse Subs and could eat it everyday for the rest of my life. Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream too.

My beverage of choice is water. I probably only drink about six cans of pop a year - I can't get over the carbonation. I hate beer, love wine and don't really do juice (with the exception of orange juice). Oh! How can I forget Cran-Grape. Yes, Ocean Spray's Cran-Grape is a meal in and of itself. If I were a celebrity I'd endorse it, then, I'd promptly 'make it rain.'

Bad grammar makes me embarrassed for the bad-grammar-offender, I want to strap them down and make them take 4th grade English all over again. Don't use words if you don't know the meaning. Don't speak words that you can't spell. If all else fails; read a book, fall asleep and pray you learn through osmosis. 

We allow napkin throwing at out dinner table. It's turned into somewhat of a mealtime-tradition.

I'm annoyed when Ethan and Ari have to write a homework assignment in cursive. When the hell have we ever used cursive in life?

I can't stand a dirty bathroom or kitchen.

I spend way too much money on the kids, the house, and Seth but I don't feel bad about it. I spend $100 on myself and I feel terribly guilty.

2010 was an amazing year, pet-peeves and all. And I have confidence that 2011 will somehow be even better.