A new year=a new me.

Wake Forest University always has a year of something, like the year of science, or the year of religion, or the year of conservative rich kids. For me, this is the year of the blog. I could do something heavier, but really, why would I do that? Life is already stressful enough what with The Office, The OC, and Grey's Anatomy all coming on in virtually the same time slot. So, I'm dedicating this year to you, my loyal reader, yes, I mean you random friend who found me today, if that means you'll keep reading and respond sometimes (but only if you're nice--you'll notice no ads, I'm not getting paid for my genius.)

I'm pretty good at New Year's resolutions, well really I'm pretty good at guilt, so I follow the resolution, so I don't feel guilty. I'm awesome at Lent, 40 days I can handle-and I don't skip weekends!, but the year is a little more tough. Last year was Weight Watchers, and I did a good job until April and a bachelorette party where my "friends" chided me for counting points in a brownie and I never counted again--I'm also good at peer pressure. The most successful I've been with the NYR is when I committed to reading one book a month. I know it's not that hard, but you should see my schedule, and my netflix queue. I started with The Red Tent, which was good, but not a good first choice, because it was long and detailed and I didn't think of my brilliant idea til the end of the month. I probably should have gone with People that first month, but I read it into February and then picked up another before the 28th. I was sucessful all year, sometimes I read more, but I don't like to brag about my readin' skills.

So, this year I vow to blog once a week. I don't want to overshoot and let us all down, so I'm starting modestly. My counselor says you should vow to do anything you can't accomplish in one day. So, if you want to lose weight you should vow to eat healthy each day. So, I'll vow to procrastinate every day until the day when I don't and then I'll write. Problem solved.

Since this is a weekly blog, and I'm still torn up over the demise of The OC and can't think straight. I think this week, I'll just talk about the first week of the rest of my life.

I accomplished three big things this week.

1-I got my Association of Professional Chaplains application in the mail today. I made the lady stamp it in front of me to make sure she didn't pull a fast one and change the post mark so they tossed it. The thing was massive...41 pages single spaced of my own writing, duplicated, so 82 pages, plus another 30 or so pages of recommedations and evaluations of my work along with other forms, also duplicated, making a grand total of 140 or so pages of paperwork, and a fat check. Now, I just have to survive the interview this summer and pray it's not while I'm on the honeymoon.

2-After interviewing 5 photographers and reviewing pages and pages and pages of not quite right, I FINALLY booked my wedding photographer. It was a New Years miracle that mom had a friend of a friend who knew of this woman who doesn't advertise-she only works by referral, but does FAB and Beautiful work and all for a decent price--for the QC. You should check her out www.elissaqueen.com. Is it wrong that I'm secretly, or not so secretly since I just posted it on the internet, hoping that she'll put me on her website (see above-Jessica Simpson workout)

3-I kind of wanted to put number 3 as number one, because it's that cool to me, but that would make me sound vain. I bought my first designer purse. It's not a really fancy one like an LV or Prada, just a coach, but it's lovely. My grandmother always manages to get me the world's most heinous birthday gifts, so just to spite her I bought myself something amazing with her Christmas check. The prices weren't as low as I thought, I trusted my soon to be cousin inlaw and hoped to get a larger bag for what I paid, but my bag was marked down because of the outlet, then on clearance, then on sale. It's a small suede mocha colored bag and I LOVE IT. I couldn't decide at first, was it worth the price? But, when I put it on my shoulder I felt so important. It made me want to trapse my fat booty all over the ritzy mall in Charlotte. So, I bought it! This is by far the most exciting piece of 2007 so far. It makes me feel fabulous. If I'd known that money could buy you happiness, I would have splurged on myself a long time ago. Curses to you, LIARS!