For the first time, I made some "resolutions".
I don't plan on losing weight, exercising more, or being more organized.
I have a few vague ideas of things that might be different this year, although I'm not telling you what they are. Announcing your resolutions is like tattooing a guy's name on your tush. A guaranteed failure.
Usually my feeling of newness occurs in September. Leftover schoolishness probably.
This year, January really does feel new, maybe it's the warm temps.
Today Em pointed out the Cherry Trees to me. They were blossoming.
They feel the newness also.
P.S. My spell check recommends changing schoolishness to ghoulishness. HA!
About Me
- Chef Lis
- At the age of 40, Chef Lis graduated with Honors from L'Academie de Cuisine's Class of 2008. Upon graduation she joined the culinary team at Stone Soup Bistro as an extern, eventually working her way up to Pastry Chef. In 2010 she decided it was time to branch out into her own style and Launched Good Munchies Catering, offering small intimate dinner parties, fresh meal service and her wonderful pies and cheesecakes to busy families and business professionals in her community. She LOVES her job.
3 comments:
I don't know... tattooing the guy's name on your butt isn't so bad. If it doesn't work out, it's not like anyone can see it, but at least you were comitted during the relationship. :-)
Oh, how I love reading your musings! I really, really miss you, you beautiful person!!
Love,
Marji
Tatooing someones name on your body is a sure way to ensure that a relationship won't last! Too painful to remove.
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