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My view towards resolutions has changed over time from “iron framework of the futureself” to “maybe this would be nice”.  This past year I had composed a list of things I’d like to do in that year and wanted to do six of the ten. I feel no remorse for not having done them as I think I’ve filled my time well.  Over the course of 2012, I started to compile a general list of “things I’d like to do” and for 2013 may try to just knock those off at some rate.  Monthly seems appropriate, but I tend to do poorly with that kind of procrustean pacing.  I think my compromise may be “10 neat things for the year” and some target for quantity of photos. That happens in four days.  I’ll lose a month or so to recovering from surgery but I hope the slightly faster Terry will be able to make up for lost time.

My first planned one is “See Whit in a play”.

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2011 as a year was kind to me.  I lost 95 lbs, that’s kind of cool. I spent a good amount of time with those close to me, somehow managing to visit Chicago or see Peter 7 times and visit Cincinnati or see Suzie 11 times.  Distance is for chumps.  I didn’t write about it much, but I had the first notable relationship of my adult life this year and it fit neatly within the calendar year starting with a trip to Cirque Du Soleil in January and ending with me holding my phone and a sweater vest in a Kohl’s shortly before Halloween.

I cried a lot this year, and this is my short list of when:

There are a few others but they are private, not in the sense that I wouldn’t share them but in the sense that I wouldn’t know how to.

I have some things I’d like to do in 2012 but “resolution” would be too strong a word.  I’d like to start reclaiming activities I couldn’t do as a larger person and ice skating fits into that.  Hang gliding, skydiving, and breaking into abandoned buildings all fit in that category and these I look forward to trying.  If I can finish the year around 210 lbs, I think I will be satisfied.

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I had nothing planned for New Years and I am fine with this.  Normally, November through New Years is a string of unremarkable parties and events but this year I went from running a holiday party, to a good Thanksgiving trip, to a fun NYC trip, to trying ice skating for the first time.  Any of these would have qualified as a highlight in previous years and I had all these in a period of 45 days.

I still hurt from yesterday’s falls while ice skating and spent the day as real men spend their New Year’s Eve, re-seasoning my cast iron cookwear.  I was in bed by 11 PM.

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32 invites, 21 respondants, 11 cancelled same day, 5 cancelled within an hour.  So, gradually the sex imbalance went through the successive stages of nidged, unbalanced, sausage fest, sausage convention, International Congress of Sausagists.

The event of the evening was the making of the pimp chalice as seen here, because nothing says party like arts and crafts.

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These pimp challies were best used to inebriate our former family scion:

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We also learned that the Spanish word for bling, is bling.

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The bounty of the evening was rich and cost a mere $60.00 a person.  Needless to say, I have leftovers including 1/3 square yard of brownies.

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The countdown was properly spent as all should, by watching a score of attractive women sing “La Cucaracha” on Spanish television.

So now I have many bags of chips and about 12 unused pimp chalice blanks.  Looks like I’m holding a party for when by brother moves out.

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New Year’s Day messed up my sleep schedule and over the past two days have had trouble going to bed at reasonable times resulting in a continual hypnogogic (2nd def) state.  Yesterday I played Team Fortress 2 for three hours to go to bed and covered it by saying I had a cold and going into work early.  Today, I’m now messed up from waking up late yesterday and dealing with a professional Scouter whose mere presence sent me into rage preventing me from sleeping.  So, I started updating the SuburbanAdventure archives from the old site.  I can now barely keep my eyes open.

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New Year’s Eve was spent at the Rimmer household where Joe, Kendra, Pat and myself spent most of our time avoiding Clara’s sister and her friends. One fellow was nice and looked suspiciously like David Krumholtz from Addams Family Values and was continually assaulted by his daughter that thought there was no such thing as having too many blankets. Pat made a vague attempt at introducing me to a women that “wasn’t interested in men” at the time which joined the long line of lesbians and pregnant women at which I’ve made passes.

We then moved to a 110 minute game of Taboo. Mr. Rimmer went through 13 cards in one round, mostly by ignoring the timer and counting clues he didn’t like. Genius.

Finally, during the ball drop the little clock disappeared from the screen so we all depended on inaccurate watches to guess when 2008 began. Joe won by realizing his watch was off by 23 minutes making me realize why he always missed most of each episode of MASH.