Tuesday, 1 January 2013

Out with the old

I ended 2012 feeling like a Hobbit.  Not in a weird 'I feel like a Hobbit, does anyone know if there are any Hobbit selling shops open today?' kind of way.  Nor because I have exceptionally large feet and hairy toes.  No - that is just a rumour.  I'm size 4 and proud of it.  It seemed that whatever I did in the last hours of the year, I came across exceptionally tall people.  My daughter had an old school friend pop round for a coffee and as he stood up to give me a Happy New Year hug, I went up on my tiptoes and still only came up to below his shoulders.  We met up with friends in town for a glass of wine in the afternoon and as the last couple arrived, I stood up to share Happy New Year hugs with the husband (isn't Dec 31st a very huggy kind of day?) and again practically had to stand on the seat to reach above is shoulders.  Have I shrunk or do I need to find some new friends?
Seems that in comparison to some we had a boring kind of Christmas.  But in this case boring is good.  Boring is happy and relaxed, chilling in the same house all day, relatively healthy save for a few sneezes here and there.  The 3 groups of friends we had met with had experienced much more eventful days.  Couple one's husband was brewing pneumonia and their grandson was sick all over the lounge carpet.  Couple two moved abroad 4 years ago and had to fit in many family visits to see everyone.  They spent most the day in the car, starting with an elderly parent in Hemel Hempstead, picking up daughter in Colchester, onto son number 1 in Cambridge, then son number 2 in Birmingham and then onto elderly parent in Leicester.  Don't envy the designated driver all those miles.  Couple three ended up calling the paramedics after an elderly parent fainted and took a while to revive.  I'm sure you'll agree that boring was very good in comparison!
I'm trying hard to resist the temptation to make a New Year's resolution.  I never keep them and then I end up in December thinking 'what went wrong?'.  I have a few intentions though. 
  • I intend to learn a bit more about photography.  Husband has promised me a lesson in Black and White this morning and we're about to head out over the park in a moment for some practice.  Wish him luck! 
  • I intend to eat more healthily.  I need to get this chocolate consumption under control.  After I've finished off the salted caramel chocolates of course ;-) 
  • I intend to find a new exercise class.  The one I used to go to folded in the summer and the only other one I've found is Zumba and I'm still getting over the trial class I did for that back in May. 
  • My biggest intention though is to get my scrapping mojo back.  It's been forever since I last made a page and there really is no excuse.  You'll be able to see how I get on with the first and last intentions via my blog.  You'll just have to take my word for the other two ...

9 comments:

Denise said...

Happy New Year Deb and we can start that scrapping next weekend :-)

Sian said...

It sounds as if you had a nicely merry Christmas :) A very Happy New Year to you and yours - may it have plenty of everything you love the most - and a lot more besides

ComfyMom~Stacey said...

Happy New Year! and congrats on an uneventful Christmas!

scrappyjacky said...

That sounds like a perfect Christmas to me.
I understand the Hobbit syndrome perfectly as well!!!

Lorraine said...

Happy New Year. Love the special effects on your title. All the best with your healthy practices and the return of your mojo

Beverly said...

Oh, I much prefer your kind of Christmas! As I said before just knock those caramels out in one fell swoop lol

Karen said...

I know how you feel about the lack of height! Happy New Year x

Maria Ontiveros said...

Some interesting ideas for resolutions. I'm not sure i'm planning anything that specific.
rinda

Alison said...

I like boring, Deb...our own Christmas could be classed as that too, but I actually enjoyed just being the three of us for a change!I'm still searching for my scrapping mojo too- I'm hoping it might jump out of the cupboard as I put Christmas away
Alison xx