Am I so inspired that I could save the both of us?

[twicketface]

Kimberly and I spent a quiet NYE together.  She's been sick for going on two weeks now and I was nearing a week with The Crud myself.  We watched a few episodes of Garfunklel and Oates (which I knew she'd love) and called it a night.  There's nothing quite like a simple back rub before bed when you're not feeling the best.

Made steak and eggs (ok, reheated steak and made eggs) for breakfast with slab of homemade banana bread and a ramekin of blueberries on the side.  Took Nate to church (every year, my UU church has a Year In Review service that I always find meaningful).  Spent the rest of the day horking up all the color of the rainbox and watching football.  Glad to see the Packers get hot at the right time and hope they can finally succeed in the playoffs.

Today, I took a long walk around the neighborhood, had some lunch and am recategorizing my Mint transactions.  I'm planning this year to tighten up my budget a bit - I tend to buy things on impulse more than I need to and that money would be much better served paying off my shiny new car loan or better yet, donated to all the many causes that will need it these next four years.

Nate decided that for his new year's resolutions he wants to a) read more (which is sort of funny because he reads for literally hours each day) and b) stay in good shape (at 10, he is getting closer to being an exercise buddy for me through bike rides or basketball games or long(ish) walks outside).

You and me both, buddy.

Comments

[celluloid-jam.livejournal.com]

Sorry that you all have been sick! We have a lingering crud at our place too, which is settling into an annoying cough. I think that we all just need plastic bubbles to hang out in until the viruses piss off.

I want to read more, too. I had the biggest "duh, dummy" moment the other day when I realized that I can put the electronic device down and pick up an actual book when I am pinned on the couch beneath a sleeping baby. I hate Facebook and yet I am constantly on it. Dude. Drop the friggin' chalupa.

[twicketface.livejournal.com]

Exactly! My nightstand contacts just look at me, mockingly. Time to put up or shut up.