Recently, I mentioned my friend and 31 Consultant, Debbie. I love Thirty-One!! I now have, in my hot little hands (okay, in my house, anyway) ten different bags and other containers of goodness, and I'm fixin' to have more. Lots more. Y'see, one of my 2013 New Year's Resolutions was to tame the savage beast that is my desk. Witness:
Debbie had me over on Monday night to pick up my latest order of ultra-clearanced apple-themed bags and schtuff, and I asked her about this awesomeness I recently spotted on an email blast she sent me and other 31-lovin' pals:
Can you imagine my giddy glee when I saw that?! I want it. All of it. Okay, not the teeny-weeny desk, because come on, where would I put all my shit important desky-things? I can't just throw them in a box. I mean, you have to have your tape dispenser and stapler out if you're going to be, you know, taping and stapling papers all damned day long like I seem to be. But the rest? Love it. LURVE. I must have it. I will have it. Shortly before we move to Miami, it will be mine. I gua-rohn-TEE. And then I will move, and then I will hang it up, and then I will take pictures, and then I will post them, and then you will envy me. Hee!
Operation: Let's Get Physical is also a 2013 Resolution of the me. For years - like, literally, a decade - I have been trying to get off my arse and start the Couch-to-5K program. There are two kinds of people in this world that I hate: Runners and Morning People. Why? Because I am freakin' jealous as hell of those folks! I am neither. But darned if I don't want to be. So this is the year. I can't run in the cold, because I gasp for air and then flop around on the sidewalk like a dying fish, trying to breathe, but when we move to Miami, it's on like Donkey Kong, baby! If, in fact, I start C25K and still can't run, well, then I'll break out the ol' Rollerblades and head over to Lake Osceola at the University of Miami - the place that started it all, you know, my obsession with in-line skating - and bust a move. The only thing missing will be my late dog Johnny, who died a month or two before Sophia was born, and who used to be my skating pal back in the days of yore. I'll be lonely without him... Anybody in Miami got a dog I can borrow?
The final Resolution of 2013 is Operation: Return to Vegetarianism. It has begun. I have long since (August 1995, to be precise) given up beef, pork, and other mammalian meats, but I started back on chicken and certain sea creatures, none of which I have ever studied, after having Chloë. I needed the protein, man. I was a horrible vegetarian, and an even worser (heh, my grammar, it is the BOMB in this post!) vegan in college and graduate school (USF, Tampa), and not only did I gain a lot of weight - what's that about? Welp, there is no meat in chocolate, as I liked to say - but I got very sick, too. I just didn't bother learning how to eat properly, putting the right plant proteins together and stuff.
I have quit chicken as of last week, and all I need to quit creature-eatin' entirely is one last, yum-delicious crabcake from Uncle Chuck's, down at the Virginia Beach Farmer's Market. His are the BEST on Earth, and I would know, because I am THE crabcake connoiseur. Yup. I just gotta have one more, and then I'll be good to go for at least another, gosh, that is some good stuff, um, what? Yeah. One and then done. Maybe two. Okay, we'll see, but let's just say it's a good thing we're moving away from those tasty things, or else this Surgery would be a lot harder to live up to!
Did you make any resolutions this year? Are ya keepin' 'em?