Happy New Year!

 

“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called opportunity and the first chapter is New Year’s Day.” — Edith Lovejoy Pierce

I’m a couple of days late, but the sentiment stands.

Welcome, 2012. I have every hope that this year will be waaaaaaaaay better than the last. 2011 was a humdinger, and not in a good way. 2012 is bound to be better, just by default.

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I’m not one for making resolutions as a new year dawns, but I do like to set goals. I’ll leave things like world peace and matching-making for those pathetic Kardashian sisters to a higher power; I’m motivated, but am not a miracle worker. Without further ado, my goals for the coming year, in no apparent order:

drink more champagne (I’m sure some are wondering, is that even possible??)

improve my forehand (more depth and more angles, and quit hitting right to the person on the other side of the net. Sheesh.)

make my own salad dressing (no more Newman’s Own for me, although I want to figure out how to get  his face on my bottle of dressing)

get my kids to eat more like Piper and less like John Belushi in Animal House, John Candy, and Chris Farley

take my calcium supplement (every day, no excuses, just do it)

That’s it. A simple list.

Happy New Year!