New Year's Resolution

In the past, and by past I mean the years I've had this blog, I've made a humorous list of my resolutions. However, this year I'm taking a different approach--a more serious approach. After all, I have to buckle down because this year I'll be graduating, entering the real world, and getting hitched.

My New Year's Resolution for 2007 is to take a picture every day. For the math nerds, that's 365 photos. Maybe even more. I'm not sure if this is a leap year or not. Anywho,I'll be posting the photos here. If I'm ambitious, I'll also write captions. But you know how it goes with resolutions...

NOTE: It's only Day 1. I know I haven't posted any pics yet. I don't have any way to get my pic off my camera and onto my computer. I will do so when I fly back to CO on Jan. 10th.

You reported. I decided.

Fair and balanced? I think the folks at Fox are a little too happy about his execution. Click on the pic for a closeup.

Hometown Conversation

I hate this conversation. It's a lose-lose situation because not matter what side you're on, it's always followed by an awkward silence, which is in turn followed by someone thinking of Abe Lincoln. This puzzles me considering this topic arises to serve as an ice-breaker in the first place.

Part 1:
Person I Just Met: So, where are you from?
Me: Camp Hill, Pa....oh uh, I mean Pennyslvania.
PIJM: Huh?
Me: It's by Harrisburg.
PIJM: Huh?
Me: You know, near where they make Hershey Chocolate.
PIJM: Huh?
Me: Nevermind.
PIJM: Oh, ok.

Part 2:
Me: So where are you from then?
PIJM: I don't know really. I mean, my family moved around a lot. I was born in Kansas, but I went to elementary school in Florida and then went to high school in Oregon...
Me: Ok. Um, you know what? Just say "Chicago" or something because I'm not really interested. I was only making small talk. Maybe if you said some place in Pa I'd care for a little bit...but not for long.

Reference Order

I hate it when I'm told, "You look just like your younger sister." NO!!! I came first. Therefore, my younger sister looks like me.

Answering Machines

My own recorded message has evolved over the years. At first, I was overflowing with enthusiam about having my own voice mail so naturally, the messages from this time period reflected that pure joy. They were constructed in iambic pentameter with sound effects and/or background music.

Eventually this excitement quickly burned out and was replaced by laidbackness. They were short and to the point - no frills here. It was as though I had just turned 13, marking the transition from hyperactive preteen to a cool and rebelish teenager with a hint of sarcasm.

Next my message entered Boringville, which essientally means it only contains the following said in a monotone voice:

"Hello. You have reached 555-5555. Please leave your name, number, and a short message, and I will get back to you in a timely manner." Snore.

Two outcomes result. Either I get no messages at all because everyone hangs up since I don't state my name in the recording. Or, I'll get plenty of messages but of this type:

"Oops, I didn't hear the beep go off because I was doodling on this piece of paper when I should have been listening for the tone. Crap, now it's recording silence. I wonder if they have caller id. Better hang up now anyway, just to be safe." Click.