2010.

Welp, it's my last night on my giant air mattress in a tiny room in Switzerland. The last day of this trip always has a sad undertone to it. You know, like everyone knows what's going to happen tomorrow, but if we ignore it and wait to repack until the last possible minute, things will be okay. And maybe, just maybe we can forget all about it, and live in a world where my best friend and favorite family members live in the same town that my family, my pets, my friends, and my guy live in. If only.

So let's continue down that same path with this post. A path where we just ignore the facts and think about something else. Like what? Hm... Like New Year Resolutions. I know it is the second day of January and this should have been something I discussed on the first, but I was too busy telling you all about the previous eve's adventures.

So here goes, a list of things I want to accomplish in the year 2010.

I want to be more positive. I'm a happy person, but let's be real, I complain, a lot. And who wants to be around a girl who complains all the time? Plus, I'm going to El Salvador in a week and a half, it's a humbling trip that always reminds me that I have NOTHING to complain about.

I want to stand up for myself. If I make a decision and you go behind my back and change it, don't be surprised if I get pissed. Bottom line, I'm going to work on the word "No" and standing up for myself, because, if I don't, who will?

I want to beat Brenda's sales numbers. I have 12 months (count them, January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, and last but not least December...) all 12 months to try to kick her sales number's ass. Three words for you: Bring. It. Brenda.

I want to express what I'm actually thinking. Yeah, so this one kind of ties in with number two, but let's get more in depth with this. If I feel like I need to tell you something, I am going to do it. I mean, I'm not going to tell you that you should never wear that hideous brown sweater, to your face, in a public setting, when you are giving a lecture, to 125 people. But if I need to tell you that yeah, you really do suck as a friend and you need to step it up or I'm out... look out, you might be getting a memo. And then watch out! If you reference resolution number two, you should note that I will be standing up for myself.

I will take Chloe for more walks, and maybe, just maybe, look into agility again. I loved training her on the agility field, and she loved it even more. There is something about letting a border collie show off in front of 15 other dogs, knowing that she is by far the best bitch out there. (Take "bitch" for all of it's meanings.) Personally, I can barely keep up with her and find myself wheezing by the time we get past the tire and the weave and then the final jump, but she loves it. It's like having a kid. I'm assuming that as a parent you don't really want to go to McD's all the time to eat crappy food and sit in that smelly playland. But you do it, because they love it, and even if they are super hairy, obsessed with tennis balls, and talk like Chewbacca, you love them back.

I will go to the gym. Sadly, having a gym membership is not the same as using your gym membership. I'd love to set this great number and say something like "By 2011 I want to be 20.11 pounds lighter" but who wants that pressure? Who actually wants to go out to Target and buy a scale? Who actually wants to weigh themselves after the holidays, plus after eating bread and cheese in Switzerland? Don't hold your breath.

I will stop breaking my teeth. For those of you who did not receive the personal emails yesterday afternoon, let me catch you up. It was 10am, January 1. I was eating my first breakfast of the new year! Something that should be inspiring and motivational. They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so imagine the importance of the first breakfast of the year! It's huge! If you really want to think about it, it should set the mood for the year. Let's just hope mine has no correlation what so ever to 2010. I was on my second piece of bread, because I'm in Switzerland and that is what they eat, all the time. I went to chomp down on my first bite and heard the most god awful crunch I have heard in a long, long, longgg time. I immediately felt my new upper tooth that recently replaced my chicklet for a measly $600. No worries, it was intact. Thank you Jesus. I felt the tooth next to it that has been bonded and rebonded many times. It was fine. So then I started thinking, eh, maybe it was nothing. I didn't even think to check my bottom teeth, they never have any problems. Yeah... not the case anymore. I chipped the front half of one of my front bottom teeth off. ON BREAD!!! If anyone is going to chip a tooth on something like bread, it was going to be me. At least it wasn't fondue.

I will continue writing. Believe it or not, I really enjoy writing these things. But it seems like the second I write something like "I'm going to be a good blogger" I go a minimum of three months with out a single blog. I also want to work on finishing my "dating book." What I have is pretty darn hilarious, according to my dearest Tiffany, but it's no where near done. I'm beginning to forget dates; their names, their issues, their cheesy lines, their humorous careers... oh wait, who can forget the Rocket Scientist?

Well, it's 1:03AM Swiss time. My goal was to stay up super late tonight, so that I will be tired tomorrow on my dreaded trip home. Did you know that my flight back home is 11 hours long! ELEVEN HOURS!!!! It was only eight hours here! Seriously?! The wind adds two hours? We aren't sailing across the Perquimans on a calm day, we are flying across the Atlantic. Eleven hours just seems a bit excessive if you ask me. Anyway, I'm not tired yet, but I need to quit writing. At 9:40 tomorrow I leave for home, with tears in my eyes. So while you are all dreaming your sweet dreams, think of me.

xoxo Suz.