2010 is going to be my year.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
I decided that soon after the miserable holidays that I "celebrated" last year. After all, I've been in the shit long enough, haven't I? I'm tired of being broke. I'm tired of being unhappy. So in 2010, I decided that on top of continuing my endless quest for a job that pays actual money, I was going to be happy. Even if that means broke and happy, it's happiness that's important.
In order to accomplish this feat, I made a few attainable resolutions to myself, the first of which is to blog more often. I mean seriously, look around, this place is about as up-to-date as Sarah Palin's closet in a non-election year. So, like Tiger Woods, I've gotta get on top of that. Let's call this "one small step for man, and one giant leap for Butter." (And don't judge me for referring to myself in third person by my twitter handle.)
I also resolved to myself that I need to start getting out more. Between weekend trips to DC and my new found sport(?!?) Of GeoCaching, I've been fulfilling this resolution just fine. I'm hoping to visit all of the DC museums before the year's end, but I'd be happy with 50%. As for the GeoCaching, which for those of you that don't know, is essentially using billion dollar government satellites to find Tupperware hidden in the woods, it has kept me busy and exploring parts of Virginia that I otherwise would have ignored. (And Toasty likes it too.)
I also realized that there are a few important people in my life that I need to reconnect with. My small family is one of those "people." It's rough sometimes and I don't know that I'll ever be able to check this one off my list, because just like children, when it comes to family, you can't live with 'em and you can't shoot 'em.
My old pals from my Rhode Island days, Kelly & Monica, have been at the top of my "need to reconnect with asap" list for about 3 years now. Due to the circumstances of being a hippie, I never thought it would happen, but Kelly finally joined Facebook and we got back in touch about two weeks ago. You know how you can really tell who your good friends are? Vanish from each other's lives for 5 years and then get back together with them; if it feels like no time has gone by, you're golden. And I've got to say, as much as it blew losing touch, staying up watching the Olympics until 4am and drinking PBRs with good friends and a 20 pound cat never felt so right. Mission Accomplished. Next on that list: Theresa, Toni & Karbo.
Unfortunately this process has not been all good. In the process of knocking out some lines of my Two-Thousand-Ten-Do-List, I've been less than reliable when it comes to answering my cell and returning calls.
Believe it or not, that was one of my big ideas too. It's a pretty simple one: Answer the fcuking phone when people call you. I think to myself, 'If people are taking time out of their schedule to call you, you who has no job or pressing appointments, pause the motherfcuking DVR and answer the phone.' I just realized how bad I am with this, as I got angry typing that last sentence. I'll work on that, I promise.
Well it's 3am and my thumbs feel like they're about to fall off my sweaty palms after typing this entire blog post on my BlackBerry, so I'll bid you adieu, for now.
Until next time, America...
