It’s January 2, 2011. It’s the ninth day of Christmas. Bring on the ladies dancing! No really, trot ’em out there, please. I’m turning 40 this year and I need some dancing ladies, or maybe a single dancing gentleman. Straight, no chaser.
Don’t get me wrong, turning 40 is not a bad thing in itself. The media says I should be saggy and miserable- well, I’m totally out of shape and, thanks to a freak fall while snowboarding last March, I have a plate in my wrist that tells the weather. And thanks to the piled high plate in my hand I’m back to a size 12 after being a 6/8 for a glorious year. As for miserable, maybe I should be, given the fact that I’m jobhunting in the worst economy in ages, single, renting (ah gawd). But really? Not so much. I’ve got a great family behind me and some good friends scattered about.
And I’ve got some delicious stuff in my pantry: including a jar of chocolate sauce that could cause epic weeping, and a Cuisinart ICE-21RSLT (which I got with a Sur La Table giftcard from my 39th birthday- marvy).
Anyway, it appears that *cue grandiose music* I have shirked my responsibilities as a blogger WITH (four) FOLLOWERS, so this year, in commemoration of my no longer being eligible for a “30 Under 30” list (and soon, a “40 Under 40”), I’m going to make a conscious effort to discipline myself to post here regularly.
Discipline. Yes. Because if I can win at NaNoWriMo with 50K+ words in less than the requisite 30 days, I can manage at least a post a week for the next 50-something. Oh yes.
So here’s to 2011. May it be sweet, a bit savory, and overall a delicious year!