That time o' year...

Once again! It's the time of year to set myself expectations that are far too high. The problem I find myself having is not wanting to spend the time "executing" my plans. This coming year's great and powerful goals are:
1. Create a cooking VLOG with my buddy ol' pal - Courtney.
2. Learn piano.
3. Run a marathon (12 months to train!)
4. Spend 5 minutes a day focusing on being happy.
5. Do some traveling around NZ

1. I have the friend acquired. I also have a kitchen, a webcam, internet access and a rudimentary knowledge of how cooking works. Just need to start scheduling (once again with the time portion of the equation).

2. My keyboard is within easy reach. I'll probably need a teacher for this one. And money for the teacher.

3. I've already started the prep work. I can totally run 1 mile non-stop right now! That means if I add 2 miles per month for the next 12 months I will still not be 100% ready. Gah!

4. This one is my hardest to plan out. My thoughts are to start with decluttering as step 1 in the happiness process. I have a quadrazillion papers that just need putting away and yet wind up being strewn across the floor. This makes me not happy. Ergo, ipso facto, tiddlywinks - picking this up will be one step towards happiness. I'll have mini-goals that I'm going to work into accomplishing with the happiness thing.

5. This needs to be sooner rather than later on account of it being the nice-weather season now. Although heading down south for some snow would be maybe nice.

It'Snot Alright

People are disgusting. To the point where I feel compelled to buy a thing so I don't also become disgusting. This is the thing.

Complete with a snotty model.

You'd think if you were advertising staying healthy, you might not put a goo factory on the box. I'm likely just bitter because I'm starting to succumb to also being a goo-monster. All the cool kids are doing it, which means it's something I should definitely avoid.

On top of all of the stress of avoiding face-goo, people are recommending books! Now I must very quickly read all of the things so I can appear outwardly intelligent and engaged with others. All I really want to do is look at people doing silly stuff on the interwebs and heal my malformed body.

Have I mentioned I hurt my hand?

The current selection has:

• The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon
• Justice by Michael J. Sandel
• Dicipline & Punish by Michel Foucault
• Daytripper by Fabio Moon & Gabriel Ba

Not really thaaaaaaaaaaat much reading.

I do want to read. I like reading. I haven't done too much reading in a while. Not sit-down-and-hammer-it-out reading anyhow. I don't suppose you should really take a hammer to a book anyhow. Libraries may frown on that behaviour.

Batten down the hatches!

I suppose battening is in progress. I've made an invalid of myself so my contributions to the battening process are more limited than they could be.

That being said, I'm up to far more shenanigans than the medical community has recommended.

• Baking
• Sewing
• Washing Machine Repair
• Driving
• Typing
• Carpentry
• Moving Furniture

What this means is that the swelling has popped back up. (oh good) I was going to get it out of the groady compression glove but then I tried to have a life still. My bad.

Living in the fast lane.

Moving in to a new place is a pain in the tuchas. But living in a new place is pretty nice. The feline has settled in. Except for the neighbour cat. I'm calling her Bob (the neighbour, not mine) because she has almost no tail. And also I have no imagination.

Hunt this!

Currently house hunting. Just for a rental property - but shit be hard...

You'd think that people would want people who were awesome (or at least not outwardly showing symptoms of insanity) to reside in their second home. But stuggle-ville is population me at the moment. The cat is at least partially to blame for part of the battle. She's sweet and fuzzy - but fuzzy don't be paying any bills.

So now I've started packing up for the big move which may or may not be happening. I really hope it does. Otherwise I might seem a bit nutso for the desire to live out of a cardboard box.

As an aside...did you know that too much fruitcake will make you super sick? Like, unable to sleep through the night due to intestinal turmoil. That's not the best experience ever. On the very bright side, it's over. On the not so very bright side, I am now dreading having any more fruitcake. This is a shame because I make a damned fine fruitcake.

Oh! Speaking of fuzzy - my hair is coming back in fits and starts.

I shaved my head to raise money for cancer research. Everyone should try to be bald at some stage in their life. It was a terrible time of year to do it. But well worth the effort. I might do it again someday. I'll have to try to raise more money next go.