Pizza nightI want to start eating better, including lots of fruits and vegetables in our everyday diet, and then save room for a pizza dinner once a week.
More time to readThe list of books I’m dying to plow through gets longer and I’m starting to wish I could stop the world for a couple or forty days to read them.
More time to writeBlog what?
Wife’s happinessShe should be afforded more time alone to chant and work through karmic blocks.
Once-a-month dates with MomRemember when we used to go see a movie and then grab a bite to eat in the Century City Mall food court? I can still taste the Rice Krispies treats and grasshopper pies.
No more coughingCause, really, it’s disgusting. I started coughing the day before our wedding, an entire month ago.
The ability to finish everything I startCause halfway through this I felt the urge to erase it all and start something else.
Bundt cakesThey make me happy, which I know sounds sappy, but it’s true.
DirectionDo I want bundt cakes for the rest of my life? I thought I wanted be an Italian teacher. Or a photographer. Or a conceptual expressionist. Today I heard myself say, "If I could bake all day everyday, I would be happy." The idea isn't new to me; in fact, I've said that very thing as much as 20 times this season. But it just now occurred to me: I could do this forever. Hm. And I mean, hey, no degree required! But... don't I want to speak Italian for a living? Don't I want to be around kids? Maybe I could teach a baking course to children at the elementary age in Italy, then take photos of my new neighborhood on the weekends. Are you there, God?
A Christmas treeStupid cat.
More of the wifeShe's changed. All for the good. I want more of her. I can't get enough.
People to own up to their shitAdmit it: you can be a giant asshole. It's ok; I can be too. Apologize for it, learn from it and let's all move on.
BooooooooooksThe Wicked series ~ Gregory Maguire I've heard more bad reviews than good but each time I read a back cover I get more and more excited about reading it.
Photo ~ Sammy Davis, Jr.This Book Does Not Exist: Adventures in the Paradoxical ~ Gary HaydenWater for Elephants ~ Sara Gruen It's the circus.
Smashed, Squashed, Splattered, Chewed, Chunked & Spewed ~ Lance Carbuncle His last name is Carbuncle.
Suzy, Led Zeppelin and Me ~ Martin Millar Still not quite sure why I don't own everything he's ever written.
MusicIt's not that I want more CD's, I just want the time and space to be able to explore and listen to new music. I'll never tire of my Charlie Mingus and Sam Cooke albums, but of the 25 artists included on NPR's best music of 2009 list, I'd heard of 6.
Make more care packagesWho wants one? It has been a while and I miss the fun in assembling the goods.
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