New Year’s Eve turned out to be pretty fun. We stayed home so we didn’t have to worry about either of us being designated driver, I cooked us a lovely dinner, we rented a movie (“The 40-Year Old Virgin,” which was surprisingly funnier than I thought it would be), we got silly drunk on cheap champagne, and we watched the midnight countdown on TV. We flipped back and forth between our local “New Year’s at the Needle” and “Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve”; speaking of which, did anyone else see that? I guess the stroke Dick Clark had last year really affected his speech patterns, it was very sad. Anyway, midnight rolled around, and we made out ferociously for a while because… well, because we were tipsy, and because we’re married so that’s totally allowed now. Of course we never did anything like that before we were married. Nooooo, never. Yeah. Moving on.
Oh, for those of you were wondering from the last post, I’m not pregnant. I may not write about it immediately if/when I am, but I think I can safely say when I’m not. And I’m soooooo not. Hence the heavy alcohol consumption on New Year’s. Please don’t fear for my as-yet-unconceived children.
Last night, Dave and I went to the gym for the first time in ages. I’m not going to call it a New Year’s resolution because those almost never last longer than a month, and I’m really trying to make this part of our daily routine like it used to be. For me, the hardest part is just getting myself into my workout clothes, out of the house and into the car. Once I’m there, I’m fine. But honestly, I’m just tired of feeling uncomfortable in almost all of my clothes, and I don’t like the fact that I’m winded after I walk up the two flights of stairs to my office. So it’s time to make some changes. I think my sudden motivation probably has more to do with the fact that I’m turning 30 in (gulp!) less than 2 weeks than anything.
And, there’s not much else going on. I was thinking about trying to make a resolution to post every day like Sally is doing, but seriously? I just don’t think that’s possible. Within a week, I’d be reduced to writing things like, “Today I got up, ate breakfast and went to work. Then I came home, Dave and I had dinner, we watched ‘The Daily Show’ and went to bed. The End.” I suppose it could be a great creative writing challenge, but I’m just worried that I would bore y’all to tears. And I’m already paranoid that no one ever reads this as it is. So yeah, I think I’ll just stick with the every-few-days-or-so posting frequency that I’ve been doing all along.