Well I would but I don’t have that great of a driving record, per se. So I guess I will just stick to the other kind of driving. The golfing kind. But then again, I’m not very good at that either. But you see, the husband is. And he is pretty hot when he is swinging those clubs.
Moving on…this Saturday Ryan was craving a reconnection with his clubs, so we hit up the local golf course. It’s a real beauty I tell you. Who doesn’t enjoy the sound of low-flying airplanes served up with a side of dry grass…really sets a romantic mood.
To be honest, it was a blast. While Ryan hit away at those little white balls I was lucky enough to watch him do it. And even hit a few of my own. Nothing quite like a Saturday with my love. Even if it includes looking like an idiot when I missed the ball (eleven times, but who’s counting?!). We finished off the date with some more romantic escapades that looked an awful lot like grocery shopping and gorging ourselves at the Guadalajara Grill. I’m nothing if not easy to please. And now for your viewing pleasure:
New Years Eve is usually pretty un-glamorous in our household. Generally there is a surprising lack of glitter, sequins, bubbly drinks and fancy clothes. This year, we were lucky enough to spend some time with Ryan’s family in southern Utah. Activities for the day included tubing and freezing our bums off.
Having grown up in Northern Utah, I consider myself something of a Snow Queen (forget the fact that I have never been skiing or snowboarding. Disgraceful, I know.) However, this trip promptly reminded me why I rather enjoy the mellow San Francisco weather. I may or may not have frostbitten toes now. I’ll spare you the details.
Our nephew Hayes was quite the show-stealer. Refusing to brave the slopes with anyone but his stepdad, he quickly found that snowball fights are way more fun when you have slow targets.
You can’t tell from the photos, but we discovered the Matterhorn of all sledding hills. Dare devil that he is, Ryan braved it first; leaving me to envision my life as a widow or caretaker of a 26 year-old quadriplegic. Nonetheless, I eventually put my big girl pants on and joined the fun.
Minus the terrifying drive through the snow (let’s just say Ryan might have applied his thrill-seeking attitude to his driving, resulting in a few too many “accidental” doughnuts and a moment where I thought we were going to die), our New Years Eve was pretty great. We finished it off with a quick visit to see a few friends and really upped the ante with going to bed before midnight. Just because we are rebels like that.
Oh, and one more. Norris says hello!
Tradition dictates that at the end of every year and as the possibilities of the next 365 days loom in our horizons, new goals or “resolutions” are determined and set. However, this year I just simply wasn’t ready to turn over a new leaf right on January 1st. I needed some time to stew and consider what I would attempt to do. What changes I feel I need. What I am currently doing well and what I need to improve upon. What will make me grow – even if it hurts a little? What would make me look back on 2013 with a little more joy.
Thats when I figured out exactly what goal fit the bill…happiness. At the end of the day that’s all anybody really wants. But how am I supposed to find that elusive sphere if I don’t first take the time to enjoy all of life’s little “happies” that I all too often ignore or minimize.
After such a long-winded explanation, this is where the above title comes into play:
I guess this is really happening…I am eating my words, joining the masses and claiming a little piece of the internets for my very own. My intent is make a big deal of the small day-to-day occurrences in my life that help me to develop joy.
However, I am fully aware that sometimes the day-to-day just plain sucks, so I am sure there will be plenty of moaning and complaining along the way…consider yourself warned. Whatever it takes to help me look back and recognize the good.
Welp, here goes nothing.
Really I can’t even guarantee this won’t be my only post. Good thing its really just for me anyway.