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Things I didn't do in 2007:

I didn't play piano like this

I didn't make any moves like this

I never once sang like this

I didn't quite get to this point


Things I DID in 2007:

Played online scrabble.

Drank diet coke.

Got to the 140s in court reporting (even though I could've probably gotten to the 160s with more commitment and practice. Ah well) (And this is words per minute, just to clarify).

Lost 22 pounds.

Met two long-time friends for an overnight getaway for lots of fun and laughter. We solved the world's problems.

Bought my current favorite CD by Brandi Carlile.

Read some great books.

Apparently started to get Alzheimer's because I can't really remember anything else super amazing that I did or that happened in 2007, except that:

In the last throws of the year, two friends of mine went away/ditched me/disappeared. One was a cyber-friend (are they even real??) but the other was the flesh-and-blood kind. It will take some time to get over. I anticipate 2008 to be a healer.

And I anticipate a lot of good things in 2008. I can feel it in me bones.

What Will You Tell Your Kids About Britney's Sister?

This was a headline I saw today on cnn.com. And it made me so glad once again that I don't really have to worry about these kinds of problems: what I'll tell my kids about Britney Spears' younger 16-yr-old sister becoming pregnant by her boyfriend. Not because it isn't an important discussion to have; not because it isn't of value to discuss why these kinds of choices and behaviors aren't the best. But because without a t.v. in the house, they don't even know who she is. They barely know who Britney Spears is. And this is okay with me. I know that some people think we're close to child abusers because we don't have a television set sucking up what's left of our kids' brain cells (after monitored computer games and hours of numbing homework). And I'm sure that, yes, there are very good and educational things to see on t.v. I'm sure that's true. And I'm sure that we're being completely and utterly deprived of some great entertainment. I guess I'll pass anyway; thanks, though.

So I guess this is just a brief plug for no t.v. and one of its many benefits.

Gluteus Minimus

I know that's really small and probably impossible to read. The lady on the right is saying, "I like to remind myself that round is a shape, too." Ha! I like to comfort myself with that thought as well.

I've been working on trying to limit/deflate/minimize the roundness however, and my latest endeavor in that regard has been the spinning/cycling classes at my local Y. I love them! Ages ago my sister-in-law tried to coax me into trying a spinning class but I was always a bit intimidated by all that work and all those flying legs and a whole hour of it. But I gotta tell you, it's great. I'm quite often the "roundest" one in there---I don't exactly have the boyish lean biker frame, but I don't care. I don't have the cool biking clothes and the biking shoes, etc., and it makes no never mind. It's a great workout. Give it a try.

And maybe, someday, that comic strip won't really apply.

Not Again!

The phantom Jesus image has appeared once again. This guy claims the image of Jesus has appeared in his X-ray. First of all, it took me ages to even see the "image" (you need a VERY active imagination). But after I finally did, I realized, "Man, this guy is gonna be so bummed." Cuz that's not Jesus---that's the guy from my 7-11. How on earth did his face get there?

And the other thing I'm wondering: All these images of Jesus and Mary (did I miss anyone?)---why are they always different? Whoever has that one very rare photo of Jesus ought to post it somewhere so everyone can make sure they're claiming the right person when they "see" something in their toast. Or X-rays.

Aw, Shucks

Yesterday I walked into a meeting where a bunch of people were gathered and a man I've known for years, who happened to be seated next to my mom, leaned over and said to her, "Your daughter looks so young! She looks like she's 25!" Wow! Talk about making my week!! Or month! He's my new favorite person. My husband was appropriately pleased for me when I told him about it but he couldn't resist adding, "Do you suppose his mind is going or his eyesight?" Har-de-har.