A few notes:
When it was mentioned to me that I could be a book blogger last month, I said, "Book bloggers read a book a day or something. I can't do that." This year review confirmed my failings. And then I saw that this book blogger read 56. I counted on my Goodreads list, and I read 64 last year. Hmm.
A question: why can I not be an eclectic blogger and be successful? Why must people always be so limited? Whatever happened to the honor assigned to Renaissance Men (and Women)?
But at least I am working on one very focused blog, Blabbergasted, about funny language mistakes.
Two confessions from 2011: I have no idea who the Kardashians are and I don't even care to Google them (please don't tell me, I am quite comfortable in my naïveté), and I decided I hate showering. I like the clean feel and I like to look nice, but showering itself is totally inconvenient. And now you know why I hate swimming: it requires extra showering.
Big goals for 2012: shower every day even though I hate it (no more every other day, oh, and try to blow dry my hair at least almost as long as it should be blow dried, wear earrings, and put on makeup--none of this in any way implies that I will make any promises about not wearing my moccasin slippers everywhere).
Another goal for 2012: learn to make good tofu and good mutter paneer.
Other, bigger goals for 2012: I'm not telling.
In 2011, I never really lived anywhere. I tutored in every junior high and high school subject under the sun. I became the last girl in my local Mormon ward church group growing up to not be married. I moved to California for a while to help my sister during a tough pregnancy. I revamped landscaping and grew a garden. I made cheese and lots of great friends, married and single. I served for a short time in the Young Women's program. I attended my first quinceañera. I met a persistent, selfless, wonderful guy while playing soccer. I bought a new MacBook. I went to Yosemite and Lake Tahoe and Tiburon and I attempted hiking Mt. Olympus. I ran 15 miles in one week. I got my toenails fixed. I finally saw the Northwest. I received an offer and made a counter-offer before it all slipped through the cracks. I learned how to wear a sari. I cooked a lot of new things (Yorkshire puds=favorite). I worked on writing and math and reading (using four different libraries) and crafts and organization and efficiency and getting fitter and web design and all sorts of other things. And though this isn't really my life, I have to add that my best friend had her first baby.
In short, 2011 wasn't as bad as I thought it was.
Nevertheless, here's to 2012.
05 January 2012
A New Year
A few notes: