When I got home yesterday I realized two things. One being that Jas was not at home with Andy but at daycare still and I needed to pick her up. The second being that I had no desire to make dinner and since I would be home first… that meant cooking.

I hurried across town and picked up Jas, then picked up some trusty KFC, and headed home. Andy arrived home just before us, we ate, and I crashed on the love seat in the library. I woke up a few hours later and crawled into bed. I have no idea why I was so tired, but I was. I know for a fact that Charles Dickens didn’t put me to sleep because I’m reading it today, just a few moments ago as a matter of fact, and I haven’t keeled over and curled up around my desk chair yet.

All the people who come in are asking what I’m going to be doing for New Years. Not a lot is the answer. Not a lot, my friends. We are woefully broke. I wasn’t even able to add a large popcorn chicken to my order at KFC yesterday and I ALWAYS get that so that Jas and I can munch in the car.

If I were to theorize, I imagine we’ll be eating popcorn on the couch watching Arrested Development on Hulu, or possibly Lost if we feel more adventurous. There is a roll of cinnamon bun makings in the refrigerator, so I am willing to bet that we’ll pop that in the oven too. The only juice concentrate we have in the house is pink lemonade, which Andy doesn’t particularly care for, and a single can of grapefruit juice that was bought by mistake about four months ago. Neither of us like that stuff. So we’ll be drinking water, or maybe hot cocoa, or maybe even tea if we feel particularly ambitious.

But watching a large amount of one show on TV is actually a kind of tradition in my family. A kind of tradition, not a long standing one, as we’ve only done it twice. Once my family celebrated the New Years by watching an entire season of Steve Erwins’ Crocodile Hunter because there was a marathon on Animal Planet. Another year, family and friends switched between a football game and a marathon for The Twilight Zone. We mostly stuck to the Twilight Zone. Much more interesting to watch.

Andy and I don’t really have any traditions as of yet. Last year, I couldn’t even tell you what we did, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t anything interesting. No fun stories. No crazy parties. The year before we had only had Jas home for about a week so we very likely fawned over her the entire evening. And the year before that we went to a friends house for a house party. I remember being all excited, my first New Years party as a college kid! It was a drag, I think even the people who got drunk thought it was a drag too. I nursed my cup of water and spent time playing cards with inebriated individuals who didn’t know how to play the game in the first place and the second half of the night watching a Jackass marathon. It was a riveting evening. Not.

— Heh! Accidentally saved this as a draft on Wednesday since we went home early. Oops.

- I don’t like boxes of assorted chocolate that come without a guide on the box. I like chocolate but I do not like surprises. Whitman’s Sampler is good, but I’d rather have a box of chocolate covered caramels. Then I know what I’m about to enjoy. I only eat the caramel ones and give the rest of the box to whoever is near.

– This is linked to my similar dislike of pudding, yogurt, jello, cottage cheese, potato salad, pasta salad, and macaroni salad. I won’t eat any of them. You couldn’t pay me to. I worry that there are creatures in there that aren’t visible. Little bugs hiding out waiting to be eaten unnoticed. I wouldn’t say it’s a phobia, but I definitely am biased against these select foods. But lasagna and casseroles don’t worry me at all.

– My favorite part of Christmas time is the Christmas lights. I love seeing them all lit up. I always get so excited when driving at night through a neighborhood that has gone banana’s with lights. The kind where you know they compare their electricity bills at the end of the week to declare a victor and attempt to sabotage their neighbor by removing one bulb from a string of lights.

– For some reason whenever I sleep under flannel sheets, I have really vivid dreams. When there are cotton sheets, I never remember my dreams. I wonder if it’s linked to how overheated I get with flannel.

– I had the most ridiculous nightmare last night and I think it was directly caused by our new flannel sheets. They look like a weird hybrid of Martha Stewart and Betty Crocker.

– I’ve resolved not to make any new resolutions for 2009.

– If my grandma is correct, there are only three more years on this earth left. Enjoy them while you can! (Something about the Mayan calendar ending in 2012, but I think personally the creator of the calendar just didn’t want to keep writing out years. He or she probably thought we got the idea — but if you are in the mood to panic, visit any of these super chipper websites.)

– Anyone who’s ever seen Ice Age: “There goes the last female…” =D

– My coworkers are eating McDonalds food right now. I just had leftover Shephards Pie. Hah. I win. Happy taste buds.

– I was amazed while surfing today that someone referred to a c-section as the easy way out. I about died laughing. Clearly, they’ve never had to recover from one.

– Arguing with adolescent pro-lifers is a waste of time and brain cells. They just don’t understand. It’s almost as bad as arguing with my grandma about it. I’m getting her to come around to listening to my side but it takes a lot of work and polite explaining (she’s not stupid, just focused on the baby killing aspect rather than the government making legislation in place of medical professionals aspect — one of the most frightening ideas ever).

– I’ve been reading a really interesting article on the effects of dopamine in Seed Magazine. Reading this kind of thing is so trippy. But whenever they mention tests that involve injecting fluids in brains my brain hurts and I dunk my head instinctively. Weirds me out.