Resolutions are dumb. Goals are awesome!

So far on my plate for 2012:

  • Read 25 books
  • Plan an awesome vacation for our ten year anniversary
  • Run the half marathon I just signed up for in the spring (my first!)
  • Race the same Olympic triathlon I crashed and burned at in 2011, except this time not have my race go off the rails
  • Turn 30
  • Complete a 70.3 triathlon in the fall (Boulder or Harvest Moon? I can’t decide!)
  • Add a second bathroom to our house

The only thing that’s more of a I’m-going-to-TRY-to-make-that-happen-but-it-probably-won’t is a “resolution” I’ve made a few times: to blog more. I love going back and reading my almost daily posts from livejournal when I was in college. I’d love to just jot more things down for my own memories down the road.

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Done

My literary new year was actually December 25th. Last year I got an ereader for Christmas and plowed through two or three books at my folks’ house and on the plane home. I set a goal to read 25 books before Christmas 2011, and I finished up my 25th book with a few days to spare. (I didn’t finish the Steve Jobs biography, but it’s on my night stand and will count for 2012.) Shamelessly ripping off these two lovely recaps of the year.

 

Total pages read:

8,376 (Not counting ones I didn’t finish)

Average book length:

335

Longest book:

Freedom

Freedom – 562 pages

Shortest book:

Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship

Let’s Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship – 190 pages

Least Satisfying Ending:

The Leftovers

The Leftovers

Hated:

A Visit from the Goon SquadSpeech-less: Tales of a White House SurvivorOne DayEat, Pray, Love

A Visit from the Goon Squad (boring)

Speech-less: Tales of a White House Survivor (pompous)

One Day (clichéd)

Eat, Pray, Love (OMG shut up, Liz)

Loved:

The Book ThiefThe Widower's TaleThis Is Where I Leave You

The Book Thief

The Widower’s Tale

This is Where I Leave You

Might have worked better as a blog:

The 100 Thing Challenge: How I Got Rid of Almost Everything, Remade My Life, and Regained My SoulBetter Off: Flipping the Switch on TechnologyConfessions of a Tax Collector: One Man's Tour of Duty Inside the IRSGoing Gray : What I Learned About Beauty, Sex, Work, Motherhood

The 100 Thing Challenge

Better Off: Flipping the Switch on Technology

Confessions of a Tax Collector: One Man’s Tour of Duty Inside the IRS

Going Gray : What I Learned About Beauty, Sex, Work, Motherhood

Might have enjoyed it more if it was less hyped:

Major Pettigrew's Last StandRoomHotel on the Corner of Bitter and SweetSuper Sad True Love Story

Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand

Super Sad True Love Story

Room                               

Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet

Fiction I can do, but fantasy sometimes makes me wary:

Wicked : The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (Wicked Years, #1)The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake

Wicked

The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake

Ahn-ee-muhls! :

The Art of Racing in the RainEating AnimalsWater for Elephants

The Art of Racing in the Rain

Eating Animals

Water for Elephants

Does this even count as reading?

BossypantsSuperFreakonomics: Global Cooling, Patriotic Prostitutes And Why Suicide Bombers Should Buy Life Insurance

Bossypants

Superfreakonomics

 

Abandoned:

Dog YearsCutting for StoneAnimal, Vegetable, MiracleThe Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie SocietyBeing Wrong: Adventures in the Margin of Error

Dog Years (Too meandering)

Cutting for Stone (Too gross)

Animal, Vegetable, Miracle (Too long)

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (Too many World War II books this year)

Being Wrong: Adventures in the Margin of Error (Too boring)

Same goal for 2012! I thought about upping it, but I don’t want to just be reading for the sake of a notch on my book belt.

Christmas Card Drama

Moly. Moly!

This month my favorite part of the day has been checking the mail and then opening Christmas cards! And holiday cards, I guess, since so few of them actually say Merry Christmas anymore.

(Ours do not say “Christmas” on them in the pre-printed part. I write Merry Christmas on all of them except for one which goes to my Jewish friend who I know gets frustrated at the pervasiveness of Christmas. I’ve actually known this gal since, like, high school. Maybe she doesn’t even care anymore, but I still do it that way just for you, Alana!)

Since we moved into this house in 2009, one of my favorite random things has been getting Christmas cards intended for the gal who lived here before us. We normally get two or three. And I do not care, they still go up on the refrigerator.

One we always get is from someone who obviously knows her family pretty well, but obviously not her since she keeps sending cards to the wrong address. It always has a long handwritten note that says something like, “I’m so glad your dad’s surgery went well this summer!” and things like that.

The other one we always get is from a family that is a bit of a puzzle. On one hand, they live in the deep suburbs of Denver. Just googled some demographic info on their ‘hood: 92% white, median family income $110k, about 70% of households are married couples (with or without kids). So, I’m just saying. This is a place made up of families who are, in general, terrified of people who live in my neighborhood.

But! The dad is has tons of tattoos, and the kids are named Jagger and Venice. The mom is like super hot, clearly a creative type. They send out these cards with beautiful professional photos, and they’re just a funky, adorable, interesting family.

We got their card in today’s mail. This year, though, something was missing. Their card only featured three people: Mom and kiddos. No dad! WHAT?

“OMG they got DIVORCED” I cried, feeling way more interested than I was by any couple on US Weekly this year, “Or what if he died?!”

Some lengthy googling and facebooking confirmed that my initial suspicions were correct. He’s still alive, so I’m assuming they got divorced. Which is so sad, because they looked so happy in last year’s photos! Which, I will point out, even included a close up photo of their hands clasped, on the beach, his wedding band prominently featured.

What went wrong? They seemed so happy? Whhhy?

Because I’m worth it! To me from me Frye Boots.

If you have seen me at any point in the past three weeks, odds are I was wearing these boots.

After coveting them online for months, I bought these boots for myself as a birthday present. I started to say they are the most expensive thing I have bought for myself, but that’s not true because I have bought myself a computer and a house and a car. They are possibly the most extravagant thing I have ever bought for myself.

I justified the leather (and the cost) based on the reputation of Frye boots as lasting forever. Like, hand them down to your granddaughter forever. So, rather than spending $40 on a new pair of “man-mad materials” every year, I figure this is the last pair of boots I’m allowed to buy until I’m forty (seriously).

Plus, they’re called Melissa Button Boots. My name is Mel(issa) and I have an ardent love for buttons. Meant to friggin’ be.

City Sidewalks, Icy Sidewalks

I really would like to be a person who runs outside regularly, but beautiful weather combined with icy sidewalks make it hard, and make me mad. When I have to run or walk on sidewalks like this, I compose notes to my neighbors. I try to come up with polite, clever, nice-but-reprimanding ways to encourage them to shovel their sidewalks so that when the snow melts, it doesn’t refreeze into death ice. Because it’s the law, it’s polite, it is good for my safety, it makes you a nice person.

I’ve spent a lot of time considering it.  I commuted on foot for all of the winter of 2009-2010 and didn’t really come up with anything. Might just be easier to call the city and report them.