Early this week I decided I had until the end of January to come up with my resolutions. Most of the things I want to do this next year don’t actually come up to the level of “resolution” but weird plans to do things. Sort of like buying another pocket knife or something or getting my window fixed. But I think I have the list mainly because I ran out of time.

1. Steve gave me the first one: attend more parties this year. I think I’m doing OK on that one since I’ve attended most things I’ve been invited to unless, of course, the conflicted with another party.
2. Eat turducken. It’s time.
3. Visit Las Vegas or Reno or something. If I can make it to the Grand Canyon or somewhere else nice I’d settle for that as well. Just something in the southwestern United States at least.
4. Hike some of the trails on the gorge. Ruckel Ridge if nothing else, since I remember it being a little scary when I was in Boy Scouts.

It’s a short list but that’s it for now.

High wind warning (i.e. window buzzing tonight.)

I went to the gym two days in a row (scheduling conflicts) and I was quite tired. I was kind of annoyed at my computer and I was saying, “Have you ever had the kind of day where you wanted to smash up your computer and then cut up your boss with the shards?” In all honesty, I was mad at my computer, nothing else, and I just added the second part to make it sound better.

Now it’s morning and I’m still tired. They should have special Friday coffee.

Yesterday we had a big meeting at megacorp and I put my phone on vibrate. Not a big deal, since no one usually calls, but today I had two calls from Carolyn. I was walking down the hallway looking at my phone saying, “I’m in big trouble,” when I passed one of the office moving guys who overheard me and started laughing.

I went out to dinner with Dave the trainer and he’s on some weird diet where he can only eat fish, turkey, and something else as far as meat goes. He said he was broke so I sprung for sushi. I’ve been feeling guilty about not tipping him since I read some stupid article in our local newspaper about year-end tipping. I think the article was written in some Eastern US city because here in Oregon we don’t tip much. Dave showed me some photographs of when he was competitively body building. Yeesh. No wonder he won!