Happy Sunday funday, folks. Here’s some random stuff for you:
1. This week was my last week of winter break which meant I spent the entire week hanging out in my flannel polka-dotted pajamas and pink fluffy slippers, staring at that big long list of ALL THE THINGS I was going to do over winter break, and thinking, “What the heck was I thinking?”
But I did manage to knock two things off my list:
I wrote up my Mitten List — all the places I want to go to, things I want to do, food I want to eat and beer I want to drink in Michigan. Feel free to give me suggestions. Or, you know, you can always come visit me in Michigan to help me cross some items off my list. Lord knows all that Michigan beer isn’t going to drink itself!
And I organized all my closets! Mind you, I only have two closets in my apartment and neither of the two are particularly spacious, but it still took me three days, four trips to Walmart, and two random body injuries. Seriously, how do I manage to almost break my toe while putting together a shelving unit? I guess I’m just particularly talented.
2. I finally made my first trip to Meijer Gardens and Sculpture Park in Grand Rapids last Sunday afternoon.
I’m not entirely sure why I waited until the dead of winter to go to an outdoor sculpture park, especially since I’ve been meaning to go there for foreeevvvvver.
Even though it involved trudging through snow and losing all feeling in my fingers, I have to say it was lovely.
And then we went and drank beers in an old church. As you do.
3. I know I came up with a list of five fabulous new year’s resolutions for you, but I’ve also been thinking of a few new year’s resolutions for myself.
Yeah, yeah, I know I’m about ten days too late, but I’ve decided to start my resolutions with the start of the semester when I’m back at work because, obviously, I can’t be trusted to be productive on days when I’m not required to leave my house or wear pants.
Of course, my new year’s resolutions include the usuals: Go to the gym more, establish a better work-life balance, save more money, pay off some bills.
But also on my list is: stop hate-following certain people on social media. I feel really ashamed to say this, but there are a handful of people I follow on Facebook or bloggers that I read regularly simply because they drive me completely BONKERS. It’s horrible. I need to stop that.
I also want to get better at Instagram now that I have a phone with a semi-decent camera. Not that I really need to be any more addicted to the Internet, but, you know.
Another resolution is: get over my fear of baking with yeast. Yeast has always just kind of creeped me out. I mean, the whole idea that it’s alive and that I might kill it by accident feels so weird. It’s like baking with sea monkeys or something.
4. One resolution I’m not making: anything to do with blogging.
Every year, I make some big, ambitious resolution to write more posts by somehow magically becoming one of those people who can rattle off a post in two hours.
Whelp, you guys, I have finally come to accept the fact that I am not one of those people. I am ridiculously slow writer. And I am an even more ridiculously slow editor. I hem and I haw. I go back and forth between this word and that. I publish a post, and then spend two hours thinking about how I totally messed up the ending, and then I change the ending, and then spend another two hours wondering if I really should have changed the ending.
But I have resolved to write more non-bloggy stuff. Last semester, I took a storytelling class at the university where I work, and it reminded me of how much I miss writing stories. I mean, I love writing blog posts, but there’s just something so fun and different about writing a story — especially a story that you have to perform. Which also reminded me how much I miss performing.
5. So, I guess that makes another resolution: Perform more.
Or, at least, perform in front of an audience besides my students. Not that my students don’t make wonderful audience members. After all, they laugh at all my jokes.
But maybe I need a more objective audience, made up of people who aren’t worried that I’ll fail them if they don’t laugh at my jokes.
6. I finally relented and signed up for Amazon Prime, solely for the purpose of being able to watch Downton Abbey. Which means, of course, I’ve been binge-watching the show for the past week.
And as I do anytime I’m binge-watching a television show, I’ve convinced myself that I am actually in the show. I’ve started speaking with a really bad British accent and referring to my cat as Lady George.
Also, if you’re a big Downton Abbey fan, you need to watch this video of the ladies of Downton Abbey playing Cards Against Humanity.
7. You guys, I am THIS CLOSE to making these adorable junk food cat toys for my cat.
Nevermind, that my cat’s favorite toy is the free rubber band that comes on heads of broccoli.
8. The New York Times just issued their list of 52 places to visit in 2015.
I’ve been to 15. That is, if work trips count. And trips where you spend the entire weekend in a pub. Because that pretty much sums up the weekend I spent in Manchester.
Which places on the list do you want to visit this year?
I would love, Love, LOVE to get to Yellowstone and Greenland and, okay, ALL THE PLACES. Even Cleveland. (Don’t let the haters convince you otherwise. Cleveland really does rock.)
9. You guys, I have exactly 378 days until I turn 40.
I don’t really freak out about birthdays or age or anything like that, but HOW CAN I ALMOST BE 40 YEARS OLD, YOU GUYS??? That’s so ridiculous. I seriously feel like I’m still twenty-five, except maybe without so many anger issues. And a lot more knee problems.
But this essay on What You Learn in your 40s is making me think that maybe (MAYBE) I can survive being a forty-year-old.
My favorite part: “There are no grown-ups. We suspect this when we are younger, but can confirm it only once we are the ones writing books and attending parent-teacher conferences. Everyone is winging it, some just do it more confidently.”
I don’t think I’ll ever consider myself a grown-up.
But winging it?
That I can do.
How was your week, folks? What did you get up to? How many New Year’s resolutions did you already break?