Welcome to the New Year.

Belatedly, I say Happy New Year to my friends, family, blogger friends and three faithful readers! I kid you. There are more than three. Happy New year to my anonymous friends in the middle east and Great Britain! Happy New Year to those of you landing here in search of the photo I posted back in August of Philip Johnson's Glass House. Yes, it is eye candy isn't it? But, a topic for another day. Really what will be a topic for another day is that we have another famous glass house very near where I live, also an architectural wonder, and I'd like to talk about that sometime soon. Perhaps that should go on my to do list.



Speaking of lists. Who here makes resolutions? I do not. I do not resolve to lose weight or exercise more or whatever else can make me more disappointed in myself than I tend to get on my own without some list glaring at me as if pointing a big fat red finger and telling me I'm a failure with each unchecked item. Nope. Typically my self esteem takes a beating all on its own. I'm the panic driven, anxiety ridden, paranoid freak girl next door who apologizes for everything even when it is clearly NOT my fault. But! I've been thinking about some things and reading some posts fellow bloggers have put up in the past few days and events going on in my own life have made me pause and reconsider this resolve to not resolve policy, at least give it some deeper thought.



I think it is practical, for instance, to consider the idea of writing down a list of goals to accomplish as a way holding yourself accountable. My friend Pat mentioned this the other day in his blog and I thought it was a wonderful idea. The way he explained it inspired me. Today, he put up his list. 101 things to accomplish in 1001 days. Please go there now. Read. Be inspired to do good things. I know I am. I don't personally have a list compiled for you to read, just an attitude to pass along.



Be fabulous in 2009. 2010. Whenever. Enjoy life, live it to the fullest, grow, learn, explore, dust out the corners and do it all over again with joy!








Stay tuned, I am planning on discussing items on my own list... which will be so very short, most likely one at a time. I'm just underwhelming that way!

Things I Need to Do Before I Go...

1. Visit Powell Gardens, Kansas City's Botanical Garden. Why have I not taken the time to go there before?


2. Take a drive over to Raytown, MO which is the town where I grew up. I rode my bike around that town with my best childhood friend Denise, played Barbie dolls with my friend Karen until sixth grade when we knew we were too old to play with Barbies but played with them anyway, I lived in at least ten different houses because my family moved a LOT... maybe I'll drive by a few of the more memorable ones. I took piano lessons in a big (to me at the time) white house on Sterling Avenue for six years. One time, I didn't want to go to my lesson because I HATED them. I jumped out of the car while my sister was driving. She was sixteen and it was her first time to drive me anywhere alone. No, the car wasn't moving fast and yes I was a huge brat. I think I would like to tour the town, I haven't been there in years. I would like to say goodbye to it. I hear it has changed a lot since the days when I was growing up there, but the good clean memories of youth are still in my head.


3. Make lots of time for visits with friends! Really, that should go without saying but I would feel anxious if I didn't mention it on my list!


4. I keep thinking, so many things I want to do before we leave have to do with food in KC. That may have to be a list of its own, but I have to put KC BBQ on this list. Eat as much of it as I can while I'm here. Obviously. No matter how badly it irritates my tum.


5. Seems like such and obvious and uncreative thing, but always one of my favorites I want to take a little trip down to the Country Club Plaza. Haven't been there in a while, a trip to Anthropologie sounds nice.


6. For someone who is as interested in art as I am, I am wholly ashamed to admit that I have not taken a trip down to the Crossroads District for First Fridays. The first Friday of the month, the galleries open their doors from 7-9. All of the sudden, I feel like I will erupt in spontaneous combustion if I don't get down there one of these weekends. Why have I been so lethargic about this?

Okay, so six is the number today. Was supposed to be a top ten list, but I'm boring today. Actually I'm kinda down for the count... not feeling well so my brain is stuck. The wheels are turning very slowly in there.