2014.

Another damn year.

I’m not sad to see 2013 go, but I don’t know if I’m happy to see 2014 here either.  There have been so many eye-opening things to happen to me in 2013, most of them that I wish would have opened them further.

But as in that old saying goes, life is a bitch.  

So I don’t necessarily have any resolutions for 2014, but more a few things I would like to accomplish.

Number 1:  Move the heck out of Alabama.  I haven’t been happy here in forever; I’ve wanted to move since the second I got here.  2014 is going to make it happen.

Number 2:  Deactivate Facebook, and that’s done.  It’s too easy for people to be hurtful, whether it’s being defriended by someone, or having to see the opinions of close-minded people posted for the world to see, just for the purpose of starting an argument.  I’m done with it.

Number 3:  Stop trusting everybody.  Not everybody is acting in your best interest; not everybody cares what happens to you.

Number 4:  Get a pixie cut.  I’m going bold this year.  

Number 5:  Learn more about politics.  Maybe even prepare myself to vote in the next election?  Maybe that’s asking too much.  Probably, but we’ll see.

Number 6:  Go back to school.  Whether that means going to get my MBA or go to beauty school, it’s going to happen.

I hope everyone had a fantastic New Year’s Eve.  I’m looking forward to sharing another year.  

Now that I’ve had some time to settle down (ahem, sober up) from the Fourth weekend, I should be able to explain a little better about it.

 

My Dad and step-mom came in for the holiday, and the first night here, of course we took them to Slice, again for an amazing pizza.  We also got the baked feta this time, and y’all!  They aren’t playing around with that stuff!  I could have eaten (or could eat) it for a meal (every day).  But alas, because of some stupid bet I made at work ( you know, those dumb bets where you say you can drink the most water on one day and you end up drinking a gallon and a half of water?  yep, that happens), I could only manage one slice of pizza and a couple pieces of cracker with the feta on it.  Super bummed out.  But I learned my lesson, and also learned that there is something called water drunk.  Hmmm, might have to look into that a little bit further.

 

Anyway, after a pleasant night outside with a few cocktails, we all went to bed to get ready for the next day’s festivities which included, but are not limited to:  failing miserably at making cake pops, hanging fans from Party City on our kitchen ceiling, making Ramen Noodle Salad (recipe to come!), smoking meat, entertaining three children, and watching a short fireworks show in the rain.

 

 

It was a really great night.  ‘Scuse the crying looking eyes; I tend to get emotional around the Fourth.  Who knows why?  I suppose I have some issues.

 

Hope yours was a great one too!!