2009 - a makeover

My biggest resolution for the new year (although I typically don't bother with such trivialities) is to end the night EVERY night with no dishes in the sink.

Morning is already volatile enough without having to deal with crusty plates and milky glasses. So far, so good on keeping this resolution. I got a few days' head start just to practice.

Also on the resolution list:

-make the bed every day (this one has not been kept. No, not even in the short two days of 2009)
-remember to take vitamins every day (this one's not too bad - even though I take 9 vitamins, one for each ailment, real or imaginary. Biotin for skin health, B12 for circulation, Borage oil for joints, Folic acid for heart health, fish oil to counter dry weather, carrot seed extract for eye health, etc.)
-get up at 9:30 on weekdays.

Nothing on my list screams failure besides the bed making resolution. Somehow, I still can't see the harm in crumpled blankets all day. It's not like people come over to my house to ogle my bed. This is one habit that my parents were not successful instilling in me.

In other news, my boxing day was quite successful. Four boxes or rubbish later, my house is rather empty once more, much to the pleasure of my minimalist side. If there's one thing that gets me starting to itch, it's pack-rattish behaviour. There's nothing like clutter that makes one feel like she is providing kindling to a potential fire. The more things one has, the more one has to lose, and that makes me very uncomfortable.

Currently it is -4 outside and I'm off to walk the dog. In moonboots, because I have the worst shinsplints in history, thanks to a 12-hour shift on New Years Eve. Luckily, the spendhardy fools that splurged for dinner at Corsair tipped enough so that each server ended the evening in one night with as much as we usually make in one month. HA! Take that, economy.