The rumors are true. I actually phell off the phace of the Earth. It was quite an experience, but thanks to these new gravity boots, I’m doing quite well. (That was for you, Dainty…)
So it’s 2012, and the blogging will continue until morale improves… but with a phew changes.
- #1- I plan to post weekly, because the whole every day concept was simply ludicrous. Unless y’all want to pay me to blog. If so, let’s talk. I am MORE than willing to be as ludicrous as you’d like if there’s actual cash involved. Or a book deal. I could handle that, too. Or phood. Well, really just pizza and wings.
- #2- I am tired of carrying my big phancy camera around (not that I don’t absolutely adore my amazing camera- one of The Phella’s best gift ideas!) but it gets to be too much at times, epecially when pholks start to stare and become convinced I am a restaurant critic… (if I was, wouldn’t I be a bit more stealthy, I’d hope?). So moral of that story- I am testing out an iPhone photo only approach. I have downloaded the Camera+ app, which thus phar, I am rather pleased with, and we’ll see how it goes.
- #3- I have some major catching up to do, but now that I’ve got a phabulous new computer, the process should lack the trials and tribulations I grew accustomed to with the old (and now suicidal) dinosaur of a laptop that I had.
So here’s January. It was a busy month…
We got back from a phabulous 10 day cruise, and coming back to reality was lame to say the least.
The Ducks won the Rose Bowl (The Phella was VERY excited about this, while I could not have cared less. You see, as much as I love him, I am a Beaver… and anyone who knows anything about college sports and the state of Oregon, we are destined to hate one another for life. Ah well, keeps it interesting!)
We both attempted the two week long Special K Challenge. No real positive effects for either of us (not to mention I phound it pretty impossible to stick to, as I’m such a social eater.)
We gained a new pooch, Clover, a spirited and slobbery English Bulldog who will make her debut in phuture posts…
I went to San Francisco and then San Diego to celebrate Dainty’s 30th birthday. Like the phirst ant at a picnic, we’re all taking the plunge this year… so I’ll say it right now. Don’t judge me for what I eat in May when I start to eat my pheelings.
I learned that baking bread in a toaster oven was not the best idea I’d ever had. I also learned that if you simply cut off the part of the loaf that caught on phire, nobody will complain.
Oh, and both of my parents came to visit on separate occasions, hence the justification for the ridiculously gluttonous meals at The Press Bistro and The Mustard Seed… and Monticello Seasonal Cuisine… twice. So not my phault!