Though it would seem like a logical thing to do, I’ve decided not to post any resolutions for the new year on my blog. The reason for this is that I am rather attached to my apathy, so I will most likely not keep any resolutions I make. Since I have the pleasure of babysitting my (now-sleeping) nephews on this New Year’s Eve, I happen to have a lot of time to kill. So instead of making resolutions, let’s look back at the last 19 years of my life, and see how they shaped up. Here’s one (or 2, or 5) interesting thing(s) you should know about each year of my life:
- 1987: I was born on June 4.
- 1988: I slept a lot. And ate… a lot (I was a fat baby).
- 1989: I moved to the house that I currently live in. I was dropped on my head on a concrete floor during a tornado (true story).
- 1990: I developed a keen affection for cheeseballs. My mother tells me that I would randomly stop playing, stare off into space, and then say to her, “I’m just thinking, Mom.” (I was a strange 3-year-old.)
- 1991: I started nursery school. My teacher reprimanded me for reading too much, and told me to go play with the other children.
- 1992: I started kindergarten. I had the worst haircut ever. I pretty much looked like a boy (thanks, Mom).
- 1993: We got a golden retriever puppy, Molly. In school, we had to write a book about our favorite person. Most people wrote about their mothers. My favorite person? Molly.
- 1994: I made my first trip to CA to be the flower girl in my Aunt and Uncle’s wedding.
- 1995: I started playing my first instrument, the violin.
- 1996: I walked to school every morning with my friend Becca. We would meet early so we could sit in a tree in a graveyard (it’s not as creepy as it sounds - I was raised next to the graveyard) and eat sunflower seeds. I still go sit in that tree and read sometimes (don’t say anything - trees are cool).
- 1997: I read 50 books in one summer.
- 1998: I was called to the principal’s office for the first and last time in my life. On my birthday, of all days! And yes, I was in trouble.
- 1999: This was a bad year; let’s not talk about it.
- 2000: This was an even worse year. In December of this year I got “saved” in the most superficial sense of the word.
- 2001: September 11 was my first day at my fancy private high school (yeah, I never did fit in with the rich, preppy kids).
- 2002: I sewed all of my own clothes. I got mono(nucleosis) over winter break.
- 2003: I developed a sick obsession with the Lord of the Rings. My cousin Laura, who came to live with us that year, shared my obsession.
- 2004: My first nephew, Keith, was born. I went on a five-week mission trip to England and Ireland.
- 2005: I skipped my high school graduation to go on a nine-week mission trip to New Zealand (best country in the world). I also endured a semester at a super-restrictive, secluded, Christian college, which ended in me being deathly ill for two months (ok, maybe deathly ill is a slight stretch).
- 2006: I began the joyful work of caring for infants and toddlers. My second nephew, Luke, was born. I wasted my life in front of the computer. I ruined my 4.0 GPA (ok, so it’s a 3.96, but my 4.0 is still ruined. And c’mon, it’s community college. I should do better than that!).
- 2007: I guess we’ll just have to wait and see… My goals? To stop talking and start listening to God. To get out of CT. To do something of worth with my life. Oops, I guess I made some resolutions after all…
Now you know my life story in a nutshell. Aren’t you glad? Come back on Wednesday for Christmas pictures, and on Friday for a music review. It might be almost as fun as this was. Bye…
Dr. J
