“not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.” – brendan gill

yay for 2014!
it’s gonna be a great year because 2013 was a good year and 2014 is bound to be better!
we’ve set some resolutions* that will help us to be just a little better.
we’re pretty excited about what this year will bring.

in other news, here is a pretty good list of stuff that happened in the past few weeks:
school ended
finals (last ones forever for me)
hung christmas cards we received on our front door (including one from a local politician. i was hoping people would think that we knew everyone and that we were liked. i also wanted to hang the one that was sent to the wrong address, but tayte wouldn’t let me. rude)
christmas with the campbells (i missed my family so much, but i love my other family, and it was great to spend some time with them!)
got our grades (did a lot better than i thought i did! also tayte did well in his first semester of grad school! it was a close call though…but don’t tell him i said that)
read divergent (pretty good read. i got it for christmas. i was done the day after christmas. not a joke)
got a crapload of texts from my siblings
laughed so hard i cried over the blackhurst’s christmas letter
laughed so hard i cried over the blackhurst’s christmas letter from last year…that i read last year
saw ender’s game
broke one of our most favorite cups in the whole house
got some good music that we’ve listened to nonstop for a long time
donated plasma together (i was nervous for tayte—he can be a baby sometimes)
did a lot of crosswords
played a lot of citadels (best. game. ever.)
went through my phone contacts and found one named “NKMO’s Mom”**
played some other games and drank some bubbly to usher in the new year
slept in a lot

…i think that about covers it.
oh wait. this also happened:

deal with it.

i guess we’re pretty boring folks.
but here’s to an exciting new year full of great, exciting things!
huzzah!

*when i was a senior in high school, i was in ssl 2, meaning i was with a bunch of eighth graders (and asians, but we won’t get into that). my spanish teacher was nuts and a little bit of a pushover. when we came back to school in january, she declared “i made some new year’s resolutions that you guys will respect me more.” i don’t know what else she said because i stopped listening and started thinking about how she couldn’t make a resolution for me. resolutions aren’t supposed to be dictated or decided for you. fast forward 5 years to where my husband and i were making our resolutions. did i dictate/decide some of his resolutions for him? well yeah. i’m his wife. it’s my job.

**i have no idea who that is. i don’t even know who “NKMO” is. it’s spelled wrong too, so it’s probably a nickname. if you’re reading this and we have an inside joke about that, please fess up. it means i’m probably really good friends with your mom and she probably misses me. (i should probably also point out that i haven’t had a “ncmo” with anyone other than my husband [long story, don’t ask], so i can’t even imagine who this is, much less who their mother is.)