New Year, New you!

I keep getting all these emails from Amazon, recommending weight loss and self-improvement books.  It's as if somehow they know that my resolutions for the year include losing 50 pounds, looking 10 years younger and finally scoring that super model contract.  They're smart that way.  How they can get inside your head like that.

Since I put the love seat back, Orca is trying out new spots in the living room.

Orca and I partied hard last night and made it until midnight...East Coast time.  Once it was new year for G, we called it good and I crashed on the couch next to her until the fireworks started here.

It's weird what a few days off (without my adventure buddy) will do to me.  I have washed and organized just about everything in the house.  And by that, I mean the apartment, with the exception of our designated crap room that is 100% G's problem once he gets out here.  I have a full list of 2013 Resolutions and am thinking very hard about working out as I eat cinnamon rolls and drink hot chocolate.

I have picked back up the tome that I sat down a month ago in order to read Christmas books.  It is a different one for me, it's about the rise of the Taliban leading up to 2001 and now I'm motivated to finish it before Zero Dark Thirty comes out this month.  I'm not sure that's going to happen, though, because I can only manage about 10 pages at a time and I have several hundred left to go.  So naturally I combat this problem by finding other books to read and going through about a magazine a day.

And re-watching Season 1 of Revenge so that Orca can get caught up on what she missed while living apart from me:

Bad picture quality, I know, but see her watching Emily Thorne?  She's trying to put the pieces together and I'm like, just wait sister.  Season 2 will knock your furry socks off.

G is spending the day exploring an Air (Plane) Museum and will undoubtedly take a billion pictures because I know he's got the good camera with him.  Meanwhile I'm going alllll out and making myself a second cup of coffee while I stare out the window and consider the day's activities with Orca.  It's my last holiday for like 2 whole weeks, which is just depressing.  Work gets in the way of everything.  I am starting to think that despite my Type A personality and mild OCD tendencies, I may actually be a closet lazy person...

Happy New Year, peeps!  I hope it's a great day (and year) for you!