Hello, my near-to-entirely-extinct blog audience! I hope the new year will make all your most-cherished dreams come true. Unless your cherished dreams are dark visions of the end of everything pure and lovely. I don't support that. And stop reading, if you do.
Anyway. We rang in 2014 with a passel of oysters, some raw, some dressed au Rockefeller (?)-- Oysters Rockefeller is a family tradition on the paternal branch of my husbands family. A delicious one. J is continuing to develop his own recipe for same, and I heartily enjoy consuming each year's new trial.
Speaking of trials, my life continues unsettled. I have a gorgeous son, a handsome husband, a part-time job with some fun parts that allows me to stay home with the kidlet. Who could ask for more?
I'd tell you, but that would be cheating.
So. I moved to the New York City neighborhood 16 years ago this year. Never in that time have I ever attended the famous dropping of a sparkly ball in Times Square. Because... well. Those people are crazy. And coming from me, that word means something. Freezing cold, massive crowds of rowdy hicks, police corrals and security and you're not allowed to leave the area until after midnight, no matter how cold, bored, or desiring of a drink with some punch in it (or vice versa) you may become in that time. Yuck.
In other news, I managed to pick up the desire to smoke again over the past week or so. So now I need to quit again. After an almost three-year hiatus. dum da-dum-dum DUMB!
But. BUT. I will in fact be running a marathon in 2014. Woo-hoo! I'm thinking I will run it on behalf of the crazy folk of the world. NAMI, I mean. Not those fools at Times Square. They're beyond help.
I'd also like to get someone to publish something of mine that I'm proud of. I'll keep you posted. And I will keep ending sentences with prepositions until I succeed, of.
Beyond that, I suppose reconciling the warring sides of my personality in ways that lead to the greatest happiness for me and the people I love would be a worthwhile goal. Not sure how to do that. Also to keep you posted will I then.
How about you all, you endangered audience members? What do you wish for? What will you be doing this year? Tell me all it about!