Year End Survey for 2010

Year-End Survey 2010

Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
 I don’t really ever make new year’s resolutions, so no.

Did anyone close to you give birth?  Nope – but there will be lots of babies in 2011! J

Did anyone close to you die? Thankfully, no.

What countries did you visit?
 Just here. Sadly.

What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?
 More good times.

What date from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? Probably Jan 1 – it was big move and when my life in Winona started.

What was your biggest achievement of the year? Mmmm… haven’t really had any big achievements.

What was your biggest failure?
 I don’t know that I’ve had any big failures – just lots of bad decisions.

Did you suffer illness or injury? I’ve been sick non-stop since August.

What was the best thing you bought?
 My new furniture!

Where did most of your money go?
 Rent and buying stuff for my new apartment.

What did you get really, really, really excited about? Anytime I got to see my friends. Or most of my summertime adventures.

What song(s) will always remind you of 2010? Fuck you by Lily Allen.

Compared to this time last year, are you:
i. happier or sadder? — sadder. But that’s probably just cause of the home/friend-sick rut I’ve been in the past few weeks. 
ii. richer or poorer? — richer, woo full time job.

What do you wish you’d done more?
 Visit friends.

What do you wish you’d done less of? Second guessing stuff. Making bad decisions.

What was your favorite TV program? How I Met Your Mother. Lost. Dexter.

Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
 Nope.

What was the best book you read?
 1,000 Awesome Things. The Bro Code (just cause it’s funny). Still working on Transforming a Rape Culture – but it’s good so far.

What was your greatest musical discovery?
 Mumford and Sons. The XX. Bruno Mars. Sooooo many more.

What did you want and get?
 Not sure I’ve gotten anything that I really want yet.

What was your favorite film of this year? Nothing comes to mind right now.

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
 I had an awesome time in Eau Claire with my friends. Best 22nd birthday ever!

How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?
 I don’t have any.

What kept you sane?
 My amazing friends. And beer.

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Pierce Brosnon. Jude Law.

What political issue stirred you the most?
 The battle over the right for gays to marry.

Who did you miss? Everyone.

Who was the best new person you met?
 Basically everyone I’ve met in Winona is pretty awesome. And Chet of course!

What was the nicest thing someone told you about yourself. That I make them happy.

The most touching experience you’ve had this year?
 Hearing the wonderful news from my friends and family about engagements and babies.

What did you like most about yourself this year? That I managed to leave my job of 3 years, move away from my friends to a place where I knew no one, and manage to make a life for myself.

What did you hate most about yourself this year? That I never say what I’m feeling. But that’s old news.

Was 2010 a good year for you? For the most part, yes.

What was your favorite moment of the year? Seeing Kayla get married. Hearing I’m going to be an aunt. Hearing news of Michelle’s engagement. All my summertime shenanigans with friends.

What was your least favorite moment of the year? That the few people I actually let myself fall for all broke my heart a little.

Where were you when 2010 began? At my mom’s house.

Who were you with?
 Well, my mom and grandpa were there I guess.

Where will you be when 2010 ends?
 My apartment.

Who will you be with when 2010 ends?
 Just me.

Do you have a new years resolution for 2010?
 Nope.

What was your favorite month of 2010? May-July.

Did you miss anybody in the past year?
 Yes. Everybody since I moved away.

What was your favorite record from 2010?
 Way too many.

How many concerts did you see in 2010? No big ones – just bands at bars and Northwoods Rock Rally.

Did you drink a lot of alcohol in 2010?
 Yep.

How much money did you spend in 2010?
 I don’t even want to think about it.

What was your proudest moment of 2010?
 Proudest moment? Hm.. not sure I had one.

What was your most embarrassing moment of 2010?
 Larryfest. Or more like the days after realizing everything that happened.

If you could go back in time to any moment of 2010 and change something, what would it be? Everything happens for a reason, so I wouldn’t change a thing that’s happened in the past year.

What are your plans for 2011?
  Help plan a wedding and see one of my best friends get married. Become an aunt. Welcome another baby into the world. Finish another year of grad school. Learn to say what I’m feeling. Have fun! Go on a vacation (hopefully).

How are you different now that the year has ended? I’ve changed quite a bit – I’ve been able to let go of a lot of inhibitions and relax more.

Ugh

These past two weeks have been hell. I’m just gonna throw that out there. It basically all started the day I almost died in Rochester, and it’s gone downhill from there. In addition to having many conversations I didn’t really enjoy, I’ve spent way more time than I’d like packing, moving, unpacking, cleaning, moving more, unpacking more, etc. You get the idea. Because I still had access to my old apartment, I got lazy and kept saying, “I can come back for that tomorrow” or “I’ll just take care of that another time.” Bad idea. But, as of today, I have everything out of my old apartment, into my new one, AND put away! Be impressed.

After about a week of this, I got to my usual moving crabbiness. Luckily for everyone who has to be around me, it only lasted about 2 days. I’m actually surprised I was able to avoid it for so long, usually it’s instant once I even think about moving.

In the midst of my awful two weeks, I got some great news from friends. One is engaged and one is expecting a baby this summer! I’m so excited to help plan a wedding and be an auntie to another little peanut in a few months. 🙂

Another highlight of my shit-weeks happened just tonight. After finishing up cleaning my old apartment and getting groceries, some kid made my day. I was loading groceries into my car and the people who parked next to me came out with a cart as well. The one guy was having some issues getting stuff into the driver’s side door, so I apologized for parking like an asshole. (I really did park like an asshole. I was way over the line, but didn’t care because I was so damn crabby and exhausted and just wanted to be home). He laughed and said it was alright. Then this other guy that was with him, hanging out by the back of our vehicles says hi to me, that my parking was alright. Then he says, “You’re gorgeous too hunny.” Um…. thanks? I was a little happy because my magnet (“the” magnet – you know what I mean) is back in effect after a long absence. On the other hand, the guy is full of shit. I barely managed to get dressed today, was in my glasses, a ponytail, and grimy from cleaning. So thanks guy, but come on.

Hopefully the slow upswing after these past two weeks of crap is a sign that 2011 is going to be my year. I sure hope so.

time to breathe

This week has been absolutely crazy. Well, let’s back up. Basically Saturday – now has been nuts. Saturday I decided it would be a good idea to go to Rochester and get some final Christmas shopping done, and of course, stop for some Chipotle. Every place I went was an absolute zoo, so all I actually managed to buy at the mall was some new Bath and Body Works lotion for my purse. (Still a win in my book) Since it was almost 2pm, I thought I’d give Chipotle a shot since normal people don’t eat lunch at 2 o’clock. I pulled in the packed parking lot and saw that the line was half way to the door. Whatever, I thought, I’ll give it a shot. Open the first set of doors and I can see the end of the line, right inside the door. So, I turn around, and head to Target. Another zoo. Managed to get a gift for my Grandpa, and that’s it. Stood in the “10 items or less line” for 15 minutes. Finally escaped and thought I’d just hit the McDonalds that was close for some lunch on my way out. The drive thru line was all jumbled up because of course the lines are covered and people are idiots. So, I back up and head out. Suddenly I’m careening down a slippery hill, trying to push my breaks but they won’t budge, as I get closer and closer to the car ahead of me and the busy street ahead. I head towards a snow bank and finally get my stupid car to stop. You know that feeling you get in your chest/stomach when you almost hit a deer. Well, picture that times a million. By this point, all I’m thinking is, “Get me out of this frickin town!!!!” I finally get off the ice patch and onto clearer roads, then I miss my exit and have to go through the busy part of town again. Took FOREVER. I was so relieved when I finally made it back home.

Sunday I had to pack up stuff and haul it 2.5 hours (one way) to my moms. Alone. Enough said.

The rest of Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday after work was filled with packing up my apartment. Wednesday was moving day. Luckily I had good help so it wasn’t too painful. I’m still not done, but I plan on finishing up Sunday and Monday. Then I’ll have to unpack. Ugh….

Anyway, after my awful 5 days, I got to just leave my stuff strewn about my new place (and old place) and head out of town. I’m not a big fan of Christmas, but I sure am glad to have a little break. For a few days I’m just going to pretend that I don’t have a big mess and another week of hell waiting for me when I get back.

Little Pieces of Home

Since I moved a year ago, it hasn’t been a secret that I get homesick a lot. In the first few months, I drove up to see my friends and hang out at our usual spots a lot. As we all got busier, and as I became more comfortable in my new home, the visits became less frequent. Since the other weekend when the weather trapped me here and ruined my plans, I’ve been thinking more and more about how much I miss it.

Although my town isn’t lacking bars, it is lacking my favorites. Nothing beats dancing it out at Shenans after a long week – getting inappropriately rubbed up against (usually by creepers), getting spilled all over, and watching random strangers go at it on the dance floor. Ok, ok, it doesn’t sound awesome, but it’s home.

The other weekend, I got a little taste of home that made my heart happy. A few of us were out and wound up at a bar (in Wisconsin, of course, as most good things are). For the first hour or so it was pretty slow, just people singing karaoke. Then, after bar close in Minnesota, the place filled up with younger people. The karaoke stopped and dance music started. Inappropriate dancing ensued. I even got beer spilled all over my arm. All I could do was smile. When the Cupid Shuffle came on, (most) everyone knew the dance and started in on it. (Unlike a few months ago in Minnesota when people were still grinding to it. Come on, people!) We got sweaty and danced it out. For those 5 or so songs, I was back at Shenans and I didn’t want it to end. Even though it didn’t last long, the little reminder of something familiar enough to make me smile and hold me over until I can make it there again.

Discovery I made this summer in the garbage can in the bathroom stall at Shenans...sometimes ya just gotta do what ya gotta do
Even Billy Mays loves Shenans

why i hate winter

There are many reasons why I hate winter, and pretty much all of them have happened over the past week.

First, I hate snow. HATE it. This past weekend, it snowed about 2 feet in about a day and a half. Saturday I had to shovel my way out of my apartment, only to wade through nearly knee deep snow, only to spend an hour clearing off and shoveling out my car. I slowly made my way through the unplowed streets to find a spot to park so my parking spot could be cleared. Then I bravely made my way back to my spot to sit for another night. When I woke up Sunday morning and looked outside, I couldn’t even tell that I had shoveled anything the day before. I again shoveled my way out of my apartment, waded through snow past my knees, and spent an hour shoveling out my car AGAIN. I then spent the rest of the day in bed because my back hurt too bad to move or stand up.

Second, I hate driving in the snow. After the monster blizzard over the weekend, it took forever to get the roads plowed, and they still have snow all over them. So I skid around and slide all over. It’s pretty fun.

Third, I hate cold. A couple mornings this week it’s been about -15 when I’ve been leaving for work. Those days it’s barely managed to get above 0 for the high temp. When it’s that cold I can’t breathe and I have no motivation to go anywhere. So basically every day this week I woke up, in my cocoon of blankets, and wished that I could stay there. But instead, I cautiously pull back the blankets and just cringe at how cold it is. And I haven’t even made it outside yet. 😦

Winter is basically useless and always ruins everything and makes everyone miserable. Yeah, ok, I like to play in the snow occasionally, and I like skiing, sledding, and tubing, but I’d live if I never did those things again. I always say that I love Fall, and Fall wouldn’t be so great without Winter coming after it, but after this week, I’m starting to think I could handle living somewhere that’s always moderately warm and never gets snow. Hopefully we’ll get lucky and all the snow will melt right after Christmas and it won’t snow again until next winter. I won’t hold my breath though.

oh, a capella…

Here’s a secret: I love a capella music. A lot.

Last night I was flipping through channels and came across “The Sing Off.” I just can’t help but smile when I hear a group bust into one of my favorite songs a capella. The things they can do with their voices are amazing, and I appreciate that. But I just want to giggle through the entire song because of all the silly noises people are making.

In college, we had an a capella group called Fifth Element, and they were amazing. I remember the one concert my friend Michelle and I went to, I was smiling like a douchebag from start to finish because it was so awesome. It didn’t hurt that everyone in the group was smokin’ hot either. Hearing them belt out “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid and some Keith Urban basically made me fall in love right there.

Michelle and I bought one of their cds that night, and they’ll randomly come up when my iPod is on shuffle, and just like that, I’m back to smiling like a dumbass. So there’s my secret. If you ever want me to do something or want to instantly put me in a good mood, play me some a capella. 🙂

Eat. Pray. Love.

Once I heard the concept for the book Eat, Pray, Love – and once I heard there was a movie coming out based on the book, I knew I should stay away. I knew if I read the book or saw the movie I would want to disappear from my life for a year to travel, just like Liz does. I did pretty well… I didn’t see the movie and I ignored the urge to pick up the book even though it was staring at me from the side table every time I went to my Mom’s house. I ignored it for months and months, and I was proud.

See, I’m kind of a flake. I have major difficulty deciding what I want to do with my life. In college, I went back and forth about what major I wanted to choose. As soon as I switched to something I thought was a better fit, I instantly went back to wanting to pursue the first one. I think it’s because I’m alright at many things, but not really amazing at any one thing. I always envied people who were amazing musicians, writers, artists, mechanics, speakers, and so on, because their choice was easy. They had real talent at something they were also passionate about. Not me. Like I said, I’m good at a lot, but not spectacular at anything. So that was my problem.

Even once I decided that Psychology was what I wanted to pursue, when it came time to apply for graduate school I went around and around with myself. Counseling? Personality psyc? Behavior genetics research? Teaching? AHHHHH!!! I eventually settled on counseling, since that is really what I have wanted to do since I was in junior high. But the past year the bug hit me again and I started to think about something else. Basically more school to get the job I had just been at for 3 years while I was in college. BUT, finally, I am settled on counseling. For now anyway… 🙂

The point is, I can never seem to make up my mind about anything without thinking about it forever. There have been so many times over the past few years that I wanted to just get away and forget about my life, even just for a weekend. I knew if I read/watched about a woman who left her life for a year, traveled around, had an amazing time and ended up finding herself, I would want to do it too.

Last night, as I was snowed in, I decided to take the plunge. Eat, Pray, Love was OnDemand, so I thought I’d just check it out. I had nothing better to do, and I’ve finally figured out my life, so what’s the harm, right? Wrong. Exactly what I was worried would happen, happened. I would love to take a year off and just travel. There are so many things I want to see and do… and I’m probably at the perfect age to do it. I could take a break from school, which would be much easier than leaving a job for a year, and set off to wherever I wanted to go.

Unfortunately, it’s not that easy. If I were rich and had the money, I would have a very hard time holding myself back. But luckily for all of my commitments, I don’t have the money to travel for a year. I’ll still keep that as one of my biggest goals, maybe not take off for a year, but at least a few months.

Except for me it would be Wonder, Laugh, Risk. I’d want to go somewhere that I can wonder and be amazed by something. Either the sights, the culture, or the people. I always feel in awe when I see mountains – so maybe that would do it for me. I’d also want to be somewhere that it feels like I’m constantly involved in an awesome party. I see that being somewhere that the people are amazingly upbeat and positive about everything. Somewhere that I can just let loose and have a great time. Finally, I’d want to go somewhere that I can be daring. I’m usually so calculated and never do anything risky or impulsive, so to spend time somewhere that I could would be amazing for me. Perhaps just jump from place to place going rock climbing, bungee jumping, sky diving, wind surfing, parasailing, etc. Do all the things I want to but I’m too afraid to actually do.

I’ll just keep dreaming as long as I’m stuck in one place for awhile. But I really hope this can be one of the big adventures of my life. Fingers crossed!