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#Goals!

I was so busy working on my New Year's resolutions that I almost forgot to post about them! Here it is, only the 5th day of January, and my goals are getting #accomplishedAF. (I feel like Jane Austen would use that hashtag, don't you?)



Anyway, there's nothing like a subzero polar bomb vortex sharknado, or whatever is going on during this winter break, to help a lady focus on her domestic accomplishments. Here is the status of each of my 2018 resolutions:

Finish watching The Mindy Project.

We got to the beginning of Season 5, several episodes after Mindy Kaling's obvious lip injection. (I'm not judging, just noticing.) My favorite scene so far was Jody throwing nuts out the window of his apartment at Mindy during an old man-baby tantrum. God help me if we don't finish TMP before the next season of Victoria starts up on PBS, because I love me some soapy drama with hot dudes and amazing wardrobes, but I am not used to watching that much TV.


Complete my second novel, Matka Danu Miklagarth, and seek an agent for it.

Well, I'm almost up to 45K words of draft one! And those words include phrases like "Satanic f**kery." I'm pleased with how this is going.


Adopt a furbaby from the Humane Society.

MEET GRETCHEN THE KITTEH! (Pictured above.) My favorite and least favorite thing about living with a cat again is how she wakes us up between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m. with purry snuggles and eyelid licking.


"Travel" with my family to at least six different countries.

According to the Little Passports website, the first nation we'll learn about is Brazil. We expect to receive our educational package in late January, so we'll spend this frigid Michigan February learning Samba, practicing Portuguese, checking out family-appropriate books and movies about Brazilian cultures from the library, listening to my favorite Wanda de Sah album, and hopefully finding some sort of local Carnaval debauchery to which we can bring a seven-year-old. We're working on it.


Extra credit: I baked these Russian tea cakes with European-style butter and ate so many of them I felt sick, while watching a Yanis Varoufakis lecture on YouTube. If you don't know who he is, he's a sexy older man who talks about hot economic fantasies in an exquisite accent, and a French radio host recently described him as "a cross between Jeff Goldblum and Vin Diesel." God, yes.



I highly recommend Varoufakis and tea cakes to stay warm on a cold day.

How are your 2018 resolutions going?

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