(Old) and New Year's Resolutions

Reading an old journal, I found a list of New Years resolutions.  I couldn't help being judgmental, because go figure, I have some of the same ones this year.  

2012 Resolutions 

Here's what I wrote 3 years ago, with judgmental, snide comments in parentheses.  

"Is it realistic to have 5 New Years resolutions?  None of them are small.  In fact, they're real doozies.

Here’s my list so far…

• Become more fiscally responsible (How do you expect to do that while in grad school?! You're just setting yourself up to fail.  Good job.)

• Eat healthier (Ha! Yeah right.  You're not mentally prepared for that challenge yet.)

Why I Lick My Screen Door

Actually, that was a typo.  It's supposed to say "Why I Lock My Screen Door", but c'mon, that totally got your attention.

This is a post about colorful activity happening on our street, not about my intellectual ability.  

Ahem...

There are some interesting people here.  I would love to be able to tell you their stories, but out of respect (and not wanting to get shanked) I'll only give hints.   I've also decided to be vague about where they live in comparison to our house.  

Here we go...

10 Things You Should Never Tolerate

Summer as a Verb

"Summer" as a Verb

We don't do "summer" as a verb in this family.  

"Darling, where do you summer?" - Buffy

"Me? I summer at home, at my job." - Me 

My Odd Car Buying Experience

We recently bought a 1984 Volkswagen Vanagon, and we had an interesting car buying experience.  

It started out pretty typical.  Then it became not so typical.  


Let's begin:

Step 1.  Arrive in Kalispell, MT.  

Step 2.  Spend two hours at Vanagon sellers house, checking out the Vanagon and talking about the Vanagon.  

Step 3.  Next morning, back at Vanagon sellers house, getting to the nitty gritty of Vanagon buying.

...was kind of thinking that'd be it...we'd pay the guy and be on our way...I was wrong.  

Step 4.  Vanagon seller realizes we need a notary.  He also realizes we have time to kill before the notary opens, we hang out in his living room for a while and he starts raving about Cosco.  

Step 5.  Vanagon seller asks if we want to go to Cosco.  

We say why the hell not.  

We go to Cosco.  (Spend an hour eating samples and buying things we hadn't realized we needed.)