Wednesday, 2 January 2013

There's a Midget in my lap.

This Midget, to be precise.
As she purrs like a chainsaw, pounds my lap with her tiny feet and covers my jammie pants in multicoloured fur, I ponder what to write for my

FIRST BLOG ENTRY EVER.

Dun dun duuuuun.....

Well, we are a mere 3 days into the new year. A year a lot of doomsday enthusiasts thought we'd never see. So I suppose I could do a review of my 2012, and share with you my hopes for the year we've just started.
So! without further ado...

THE YEAR IN BRIEF(s)
2012

In no particular order, the following things happened!

My hair changed colour 12 times. Not of it's own accord, I dyed it of course.
Some of the colours included hot pink, blue, green (god, that was a mistake) and violet.

My hair also made me internet famous. This photo of me and my gorgeous kitten Tiger was featured in a post on one of my favourite blogs, Effing Dykes. Read it, it's awesome.

Lonesome George, a giant tortoise who was the last of his kind, died on the Galapogos islands.
He was over 100 years old.
(Thanks to Sky news/ Rodrigo Buendia for the pic)

I'm proud to say I got well and truly out of my comfort zone
. I got tattooed for the first time, I finally saw more of my beautiful country, travelling both up and down New Zealand, I learned to cook, I met new people, I got my kit off and  went skinny dipping in the ocean, I read many wonderful books.

(A view of Kaikoura on my trip to the north Island)

I also met the love of my life, Dreadlock Steve.
Here he is, having his dreads cut off by his lovely friend Shayna. 
Which technically makes him Dreadlockless Steve.

There were yet more natural disasters. People I know lost people they loved. The Olympics were held in my country of origin. I saw someone almost die.
I learned the virtues of drinking gin responsibly.
Obama was re-elected thank dear sweet baby Jesus.

God, it was a bit full on, wasn't it?

Now, 2013. 


Yes, that, and the rest of my New Years' resolutions are

~ A MYSTERY ~

While I was still (slightly) sober at the New Years party I attended, I suggested the Jar.
THE JAR OF DREAMS.
Everyone was forced (by me) to write down anything they wanted to happen in 2013, and they all got stored in the jar. And the idea is they will all be revealed on the last day of December this year. 
How exciting! I thought.

Actually, it's quite terrifying. It will either be an epic win or an epic, epic fail. People will either be happy and proud that they achieved what they wanted to throughout the year, or horribly upset that NOTHING got done. And the worst thing is no-one knows what anyone else wrote down, so we can't go 

"Oi, aren't you supposed to be doing blahblahblah? 
well it's almost the end of the year so hurry the hell up!"

Oh, the likelihood of everyone forgetting they're supposed to be doing shit and the jar of dreams being thrown at my head at the next New Years party.













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