On the trip home from Ohio, we discussed our New Year's Resolutions. We decided that they should be both in the spirit of self-improvement and achievable.
Me: I resolve to exercise more and to finish my book in 2009.
Daddy Shortbread: I resolve to exercise more and organize our family's financial files.
Bug: I resolve to be nicer to my sister.
Bear: I resolve to keep my room neater.
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Later today I plan to upload all of the photo files from the trip, so eventually there will be some holiday photos posted, just as soon as I scrutinize them for any incriminating evidence of my holiday eating free-for-all.
Right now we're digging out from trip laundry, restocking the fridge, and chauffering the social butterflies around. Can you believe they both had invitations from friends after being home less than 24 hours?? Sheesh.
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What are your New Year's Resolutions? We'd like to hear 'em.
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Sunday, January 4, 2009
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Headin' For Home
Tomorrow we reluctantly tear ourselves away from the food, fun, and shopping fiesta we've been indulging in and head home to Maine. All good things must end, and my pants don't fit so well anymore, so it's time to get back to reality. And the gym. Especially the gym.
Bear is starting to miss her friends, pine trees, and sleeping in her own bed.
Daddy Shortbread misses the cats.
I miss being able to button my pants.
Bug doesn't miss a thing. She'd be happy to bask in the glow of her grandparents' adoration forever. But I'd like to think that she'd eventually miss us, so we're taking her with us.
I'd like to send up a small prayer to the Gods of Travel that our return trip involve easier driving weather than our trip out. Because THIS is what we drove through on the way here:
I'd like to submit a formal request for clear-to-partly-cloudy-skies, a lack of significant precipitation, and a liberal dotting of Starbucks along our route. Thank you.
Bear is starting to miss her friends, pine trees, and sleeping in her own bed.
Daddy Shortbread misses the cats.
I miss being able to button my pants.
Bug doesn't miss a thing. She'd be happy to bask in the glow of her grandparents' adoration forever. But I'd like to think that she'd eventually miss us, so we're taking her with us.
I'd like to send up a small prayer to the Gods of Travel that our return trip involve easier driving weather than our trip out. Because THIS is what we drove through on the way here:
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