Omigod, this country is cold! My feet are cold, and my legs are cold. And my jeans are cold and when they brush up against my legs, my legs get colder. I am such a Texan! This coldness is bewildering! Heat I understand. I’ll complain about it, but I understand it. Cold is new, and very very cold.<\/p>\n
So it’s the last day of the year. Traditionally I have always loved the New Year. It’s a time of renewal, a time to restate what’s important and set out the plans to achieve those things. It’s easy to make fun of New Year’s Resolutions because we very seldom hold to them, but I still think they’re important… and fun! I, of course, will make my Resolutions with pride and when I don’t follow them, I won’t be bummed. I’ll just make them again next year and try again. There will be a couple of new ones this year: finish my Great American Novel and put up the Wizard Moon website.<\/p>\n
Matt and I want to have a baby in 2002 as well. I turn 34 years old in 2002 and my baby window is getting smaller. We’re both nervous about having kids, but we’ve decided to take the plunge next year.<\/p>\n
The Woodings brothers are planning to have friends over to welcome the New Year. I have become very antisocial in the past couple of days. I tend to stay in our room reading, and come out for meals or games in the evening. I need a couple of days at my home in Austin to be by myself, and then I could socialize again. But you don’t get that on vacation. It’s constant socializing with people I don’t know very well yet, although that will change over the years. So I’ve been holing up in our room. I hope I’m not offending the Woodingses. It’s not their company that I dislike; I just need some downtime. I’m not a very social person. And I’m also not really looking forward to this evening when the house is filled with more people that I know even less. I think I’ll be sneaking away to my hiding room a lot this evening.<\/p>\n
Ah, the life of an introvert. I guess extroverts have their own trials and tribulations they have to face. I wouldn’t know what those are, but I’m sure there are some.<\/p>\n
Happy New Year.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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