New Years Eve Plans

While others are off to parties and events, I am planning my perfect New Years eve.

First, I will be alone. Now, this may lonely and depressing to some but I'm constantly around people so I enjoy my time alone.

Next, there will be bacon. Yes, bacon. The gateway meat. I'm not sure if this is finalized yet...but what a way to ring in the new year :D

There will also be shark movies, a fuzzy blanket and my feet off the floor because sharks do, in fact, live under my couch.

Finally, there will be diet pepsi and coffee and chocolate. I will be wired.

Let the bacon hangover commence.

More photos from Christmas

Dad trying on his new bathrobe...that's right, he's a Trekkie
Santa (Dad) holding the Christmas kitty, Esme.
Dad and my other cat, Diablo, who looks ever so impressed

The beast on my head

Warning: Looking at this picture may cause you to laugh uncontrollably for extended periods of time!

While my current hairstyle is, dare I say it, strikingly amazing, my morning hair is something of a disaster. I tried to kill it once, thinking it was an evil alien trying to attack me or perhaps, a rare form of hairy spider. I ended up with a lump on my head without a Bump-it...which I refuse to use.

My morning hair has a life of it's own...a terrible, knotted, frizzy, poofy and just mind-blowing personality that I had no choice but to put a picture on my blog for everyone else to enjoy. It's so bad, it's good.

Good morning all, I just crawled out of bed!

Judging should be left to the professionals

Yesterday, I was called out on judging someone based on their past and other people's opinion's/ideas. While I would like to say this person was wrong, I can't. I ended up apologizing without actually knowing if they were or were not a good person.

I've been able to hide my youthful indiscretions better than the average university student and my reputation has come out rather unscathed. Admittedly, I have been lucky, not smart.

While I can't say I am fond of this new friend's past (let's call him X), the past should not be the only determining factor in learning about a person and calling them a friend. People can, and do, change and if my friends based their friendship with me on my past...I don't believe I'd have any friends left. I do realize that I could be totally off-base with my assessment of X and decide he's a jerk in the future, but I'm not usually that wrong about people.

I was recently judged based on my past behaviour, which admittedly deserved judgement but this time, I was left crying foul. While I could understand this person's (nickname: E) position, I felt it was unfair and that I have attempted to show that I have changed

I realized, because of my stupid decision, how much I could hurt people and so, I've attempted to change my attitude in many areas. My friendships are much more valuable now but also, my family relationships are the most important thing to me and I try not to take them for granted.

I realized that, while E may not be happy with this decision to hang out with X (confused yet?), she is looking at it from the perspective of what happened last time. I can understand that and so I'm just stepping back from her and giving her time to see there is a difference in my attitude.

I truly do care if she gets hurt and I actively don't want that to happen. I care about my friends and especially more about my family. I also care about the right decision for me...not just the 'right now' decision.

I was forced, albeit it without a comment from X, to eat crow (the veggie version which may very well be a brussel sprout) and admit that I have been judgmental and at times, rather rude. Furthermore, I realized more about myself and had an amazing day in the city.

Being judged is one of the things I have been upset with E about. Talk about a huge helping of humble pie.

So, here's to new friendships and to preserving old one's but mostly, here's to knowing the right decision and sticking with it.

TLC's Toddler's and Tiaras

As I'm watching "How to abuse your child 101" aka 'Toddler's and Tiara's', I have noticed the majority of pageant moms are extremely frumpy.

While I understand that they probably don't have tons of time to get dolled up, they look even uglier next to their glitzed up kids. I mean, a little concealer never hurt anyone. Honestly, it didn't.

And if you know the camera adds ten pounds, here's a thought...lose ten pounds. Put down the cheeseburger, Red Bull and pixie sticks and have a side salad.

Yes, it's mean but watching children get more beauty treatments than I do puts me in a grumpy mood.