Last year I made a list of 100 some-odd things to accomplish in the year 2006. In retrospect, I actually did a pretty good job of accomplishing those goals. I think I managed about 75% of them. I believe 100 was a little overkill, so this year I'm going to do 33. Thirty-three is pretty significant because it is the most balanced number in numerology and is also noted as being the most complete number. Jesus didn't begin his teachings until he was 33 either, so that's my number for 2007.
My one unoriginal plan is basically inspired my my sister's accomplishments and my boyfriend's goal of RUNNING. I'm kind of scared of it though because I hear so many horror stories about how people injure themselves and regret it later in life. Yet, also there are the people who have run all there life and are in great shape until a very old age. What's true about those people is they are also pretty small in stature. I am not. I'm tall, big boned, busty and curvy. Is running really going to be the best thing for my bones? One thing I know is that I'm going to have to start taking a calcium pill because I don't eat much dairy - no milk! - and I'm a woman so I need to worry about those things. All in all, I'm going to try it. I bought myself a Nike+ and an iPod and I'm going to get my money's worth. I do not want to delve into the extreme like Josh; there is no way I can run 100 miles by October while working full time and taking a large class load. I do have to work out some kind of plan for myself though... I'll post it when I figure it out. So here goes something - I'm going to be a runner.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Self Loathing
There are a few things I really hate about myself. They are guilty pleasures, bad habbits, and things I wish I could stop doing. Here goes:
1. I always say "Yes" even if I do not really want to do something
2. I actually enjoy some Lifetime movies. They can be addicting and delightfully cheesy.
3. I am very impulsive and almost too passionate about things
4. I harbor too many feelings and sometimes they burst out and rage like a hurricane. Then I physically feel the destruction.
5. I try to please people too much.
6. I let people close to me walk all over me and I don't stand up for muself because I'm scared of hurting feelings.
7. I make way too many lists. They're all over my room.
1. I always say "Yes" even if I do not really want to do something
2. I actually enjoy some Lifetime movies. They can be addicting and delightfully cheesy.
3. I am very impulsive and almost too passionate about things
4. I harbor too many feelings and sometimes they burst out and rage like a hurricane. Then I physically feel the destruction.
5. I try to please people too much.
6. I let people close to me walk all over me and I don't stand up for muself because I'm scared of hurting feelings.
7. I make way too many lists. They're all over my room.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Off The Ball
I can't believe this. I missed a post in December. I'm really screwing up my archives here!
I returned yesterday morning from San Marcos, Texas where I had spent the weekend with my sister. She's adjusting to civilian life after fulfilling a 6 year service in the Air Force and is now getting her education at the most beautiful school in Texas. Texas State is really gorgeous and I'd go there if my scholarship would've permitted it.
She called me about two days after she moved there asking me to come down to help her set up. I can understand her position perfectly. Getting assimilated into a not-so-structured society again, living in a new town and having no friends. Yeah, that pretty much sucks. So, what are sisters for? Together we set up her washer and dryer (changing the prong plugs is a pain in the ass), recycled a million cardboard boxes, made friends at the local coffee shop, made friends with the waiters at INO'Z in Wimberly, and danced on the tables at Nephew's. By the way, the table dancing was ladies choice and I chose to dance with my sister and about 10 other girls on a table. Honestly, it's the most fun I've had with Krista ever. Sometimes desperate times pull out the best in relationships. Though, it worked out on the contrary with my other sister in San Francisco this Christmas. I don't know if I'll ever be able to travel with Anne Rose again. I try to block that vacation out of my memory.
I came back to San Angelo with a new love for Amaretto Sours and an even more renewed love of not being single. Thank God I have Josh and we met the way we did. I couldn't stand the stereotypical "We met at a bar" declaration. Though, we have the "We met at a coffee shop" thing, which is slightly less stereotypical but much more mild.
I'm really proud of Krista. She's been through some of the worst things in life so I think she only has good things to come. I hope she doesn't meet anyone significant in a bar.
I returned yesterday morning from San Marcos, Texas where I had spent the weekend with my sister. She's adjusting to civilian life after fulfilling a 6 year service in the Air Force and is now getting her education at the most beautiful school in Texas. Texas State is really gorgeous and I'd go there if my scholarship would've permitted it.
She called me about two days after she moved there asking me to come down to help her set up. I can understand her position perfectly. Getting assimilated into a not-so-structured society again, living in a new town and having no friends. Yeah, that pretty much sucks. So, what are sisters for? Together we set up her washer and dryer (changing the prong plugs is a pain in the ass), recycled a million cardboard boxes, made friends at the local coffee shop, made friends with the waiters at INO'Z in Wimberly, and danced on the tables at Nephew's. By the way, the table dancing was ladies choice and I chose to dance with my sister and about 10 other girls on a table. Honestly, it's the most fun I've had with Krista ever. Sometimes desperate times pull out the best in relationships. Though, it worked out on the contrary with my other sister in San Francisco this Christmas. I don't know if I'll ever be able to travel with Anne Rose again. I try to block that vacation out of my memory.
I came back to San Angelo with a new love for Amaretto Sours and an even more renewed love of not being single. Thank God I have Josh and we met the way we did. I couldn't stand the stereotypical "We met at a bar" declaration. Though, we have the "We met at a coffee shop" thing, which is slightly less stereotypical but much more mild.
I'm really proud of Krista. She's been through some of the worst things in life so I think she only has good things to come. I hope she doesn't meet anyone significant in a bar.
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