• Lose 15-20 pounds — currently at 14!!  woot woot!!
• Read more — sad to say I’m still at roughly one book per month.
• Scrap more — it seems sewing has taken over this craft for the time being, unless you can count our wedding invitations as scrapping, in which case I’ve been scrapping like a mad lady.
• Unite my family better — well, we’re getting married in a few weeks, and everyone’s coming, so hopefully that counts?
• Cook more (real food – not a meal involving a boxed pasta) — with my changed diet, we are eating much better.  I plan meals at the beginning of the week and cook enough for leftovers for lunch so we don’t have to buy food for that meal either.  Lots of fresh ingredients, vegetables abound.
• Join the new co-op and shop there regularly — until the co-op stops selling me expired food, I am boycotting it.  Get it together co-op – unacceptable.
• Pay off my credit card debt before we’re married — done!!  As of two weeks ago, I am credit card debt free.
• Walk the dogs daily, even if it’s raining — sorry dogs

Me, Matt, Jen, Laird, Lee, & Pete at First Night Spokane.

The mandatory silly self-portrait at O’Doherty’s.

So tomorrow the Christmas stuff will come down, and we will officially be well on our way into this next new year.  I haven’t ever been one to make resolutions.  But I’m feeling inspired this year.  Mainly because I have some very specific goals.  But whatever works, right?  Resolutions in no particular order:

• Lose 15-20 pounds (or at least look smashing in my wedding dress).  Goodbye Haagen-Dazs, you’ll be sorely missed.
• Read more.  And don’t buy any more new books until I read the ones I have (hahaha, riiiightttt).
• Scrap more.
• Unite my family better.
• Cook more (real food – not a meal involving a boxed pasta).
• Join the new co-op and shop there regularly.
• Pay off my credit card debt before we’re married.
• Walk the dogs daily, even if it’s raining.

I could probably add more.  But that’s a start.  So here’s to 2010.  May you be the best year yet.

Goodbye Christmas stuff.  And to Sophs hanging out in her soft spot under the tree.