The one with the most toys wins

In a daring attempt to economize on words, I’m going to try to combine the sweet afterglow of Christmas and welcoming the New Year in one brilliant blog. Barring that, there will at least be lots of pictures.

Not content to let my Christmas toys sit on the shelf, I’m incorporating them into my 2011 New Year’s resolutions.

For 2011, I resolve to:

Stay within my budget. Will work for recipes involving beef sticks;

We won't go hungry.

Figure out my favorite stations on my new satellite dish network. Now all I need is a crystal ball and a lucky rabbit’s foot;

I just want to watch The Deadliest Catch

Learn the finer points of using my new camera. This is the best picture I’ve taken so far;


Develop a cheap hobby—one that does not include robbing convenience stores;

Nobody breathe!

Quit smoking. Shock collar sold separately;

Shut up, it's bad for you. (Weeping)

Finish my book. Sixteen more how-to books, then I can start writing.

I hope there's not a quiz later.

Sadly, my husband didn’t get his padded toilet seat (sob). Fill in the appropriate resolution here:

Do your worst, 2011. I’m ready for anything you can dish out, as long as it doesn’t involve clowns, spiders, brussel sprouts, bleached underwear, or a Rolling Stones comeback tour.

All the best in the New Year to my virtual friends, family, and neighbors. I love you all (as always, in a strictly platonic and not creepy way).

P.S. Go Dawgs! (for my fellow UW fans)