A new year has begun. Like many, I have high hopes for this year. High hopes and big plans. Productivity will be key. I can already cross "lie on couch slightly hungover and watch ten (10) episodes of 'Blossom' in a row" off of my New Year's resolution list.
Like I said, productivity will be key.
Impromptu New Year's Resolutions that were Certainly Not Inspired by Blossom: Wear more hats. Make more friends who have numbers for names. Bring vests back into my life.
I know that during this first week of the new year, most people will be encouraging you to look to the future, leave the past behind, seize the day and many other time-related sayings. I say yes, let's do all of these things. All of them! Out with the old, in with the new. Sniff my butt, 2011.
But first, before the seizing and the sniffing, let's cling to the past for just one more blog post, a Holiday Edition Best of 2011 edition. Come and marvel, as we travel back into the depths of 2011!
Okay, okay; it's getting weird. For both of us. Stop marveling. Let's just read it.
The year began with a Sunday spent in the snow with my dodgeball team, the Devil Bats. It was a day full of tobogganing, creating sick snow jumps and many a failed attempt at "snowball dodgeball." We optimistically declared that Sundays would hereto be known as "Anything Can Happen Sundays" and filled with wondrous activities.
Never happened again.
Okay, okay; it's getting weird. For both of us. Stop marveling. Let's just read it.
The year began with a Sunday spent in the snow with my dodgeball team, the Devil Bats. It was a day full of tobogganing, creating sick snow jumps and many a failed attempt at "snowball dodgeball." We optimistically declared that Sundays would hereto be known as "Anything Can Happen Sundays" and filled with wondrous activities.
Never happened again.
After eight (8) years in Canada, I become an official, government-approved Permanent Resident. This had to be the most important (/time-consuming/expensive/emotionally draining, etc.) highlight of my year. My roommates and cat rejoice knowing that I can now stay in Canada FOREVER.
After a two (2) year letter writing campaign, Great Grains finally made their Canadian debut. My friends promptly clamor to try them.
(This was probably the second most important highlight. It was all pretty much downhill from here.)
I turn 26 and celebrate in an age-appropriate fashion.
A slew of dodgeball tournaments provided us with plenty of opportunities to dress in ridiculous costumes. Lessons learned in costumed dodgeball included that losing a tournament while dressed as the ThunderCats notches up the humiliation factor juuuuust a little bit more; on the other hand, destroying another team while playing as the Rainbow Unicorns feels pretty sweet.
A springtime jaunt to Detroit turns into an impromptu carnival visit. We cast aside whatever doubts we had concerning tourist traps and safety regulations and take a brief, one-ride-worth's-look-see.
Such hopeful smiles.
The adolescent ride operator made sure to give us the time of our lives during the four (4) minute ride aboard the Enterprise. Ride recaps included: "I've never been so nauseous in my entire life,""Why wouldn't it end?" and "Can thirteen year olds legally operate carnival rides?" We shared a nice, silent car ride out of the park, each of us intently concentrating on not throwing up out of the window. Detroit never fails to disappoint.
(2011: yet another year when Detroit touched my heart and also my vomitary system.)
Summer begins and we try to spend as much as time as possible at the park.
We learn just how badly a group of people can be at badminton. You can add badminton, frisbee baseball, soccer dodgeball, gymnastics and cool breakdancing tricks to the list of activities we did not master this summer.
Activities we DID master, you ask? Mostly beach dodgeball, the art of the sporadic kip-up, ways to achieve the perfect sunburn even when drenched in sunscreen and how to be the creepy clothed people at a nude beach.
We willingly forked over money to go see Katy Perry in concert. Are you wondering if we dressed up in costume?
...If you don't know me by now, you will never never never know me.
(no you won't)
(ooooh)
A few of my dearest friends from home decide I should have no money for the rest of year and hold various wedding-related activities way, way, way, far away from Canada. Bridal showers, bachelorette parties, Tennessee and Florida weddings--I attend them all!
(Were they worth it? You bet your bippy they were.)
Dreams come true when Velvet and I transform into Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield for Halloween.
On a just-as-important note: Sweet Valley Confidential WAS FINALLY RELEASED. As someone currently writing an erotic Sweet Valley High fanfiction novel, this was extremely pertinent market research.
I only finished it in one (1) day because it was such pertinent market research. Nothing more.
I attend Fan Expo Canada by myself dressed as Buffy the Vampire Slayer (this is a 2011 highlight/lowlight).
The roommates and I wrap up the year with our first house Christmas.
Marley wraps up the year by inching his BMI closer and closer to the danger zone.
IN CONCLUSION:
It was a year filled with friends, both near and far.
And more importantly, it was a year of Canadian-accessible Great Grains.
(the gorgeous Great Grains pics are courtesy of the cereal-lovin' William Matthews)
(other photo credits go to the usuals: Jenn, Heather, Velvet and Ryan P.--thanks a mill!)
*A small but important note: though it may look like all of 2011 was spent skipping in the sunshine while wearing sequined boas and hoisting trophies into the air, I don't want to be misleading. There were certainly low, un-blogged-about moments. Financial stress, zero free time and putting far too much effort into things/people undeserving are all things I'm happy to leave behind. I'm optimistic for 2012.
Apart from the world ending and all that.
Obligatory New Year's resolution mention:
Though, like every year, I have about sixty (60) New Year's resolutions, I want to assure you readers that Hobbit Heartache, the Sweet Valley High/Lord of the Rings erotic crossover fanfiction WILL be completed in 2012.
Though it will be sad not to have to ponder such queries as "Is a size six the same in hobbit clothing?""Would Bruce Patman and Bilbo fight over who will be the group's alpha male?" and "Would Jessica ever consider a threesome with Bilbo and Frodo?", I do promise that our journey will reach its conclusion in the upcoming months.
To all of you who have read and supported my blog and stories over the year, you warm my heart and if I could, I'd give a cat and box of Great Grains to each of you.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! Share some resolutions below.
