I am pretty thrilled to see 2011 go. It was sort of a dismal year for me and my fam. I’m trying to think of anything really great happened . . .
. . . still thinking . . .
. . . thinking . . .
I am completely excited for 2012. Everything will be wonderful and super and full of perfection. I am so looking forward to flipping that calendar page over and seeing January. Only that’s really just a metaphor because I have yet to buy a new calendar.
I have a hard time committing to one style of calendar for a whole year. A calendar says a lot about you. Do I want whimsical? Pretty? Funny? Or do I just want something plain with extra big squares? See, this is way too much to think about after having to endure Christmas.
This was my house a week ago.
Fortunately it doesn’t still look like that. It’s kind of how I feel on the inside, though. I have a lot of work to do this year, physically, spiritually and emotionally.
This is quite possibly the most pathetic and depressing New Year’s Post by any blogger out there.
Yeah, so. Happy New Year. Hope it’s better than last.