I've never been one for resolutions, at least not of the new year's variety. It always seemed stupid to me for people to wait until a new year to make changes, or to feel like the whole year is shot if something doesn't happen by February.

I'm more of a new day's resolution person. Why should I limit myself? If I wake up one morning and decide I want to do something, I do it. For instance, I decided in mid-October that I wanted to lose a bit of weight, meaning I would be quote-unquote dieting through my birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Can I brag? I've done fairly well thus far, I think I'm down about twenty pounds. And I still ate a lot of crap.

Anyway. As such, I haven't set any goals for the year yet. My goal for the day is simply to get moved in to my new apartment. I've never moved by myself before. This should be interesting. I'm not really sure how fast a lot of things are going to be taken care of - like the internet. I might be without for a few days. So if I don't blog or answer e-mail, it's not because I don't love you :)

I'm not really sure why I thought it would be a good idea to move on January 1st. I guess I figured, hey, that's the first day of my lease, let's get this thing done. I hadn't counted on this cold spell going on in the greater Phoenix area. It actually snowed in Mesa a few days ago. Snow! And if I'm not mistaken, it is currently below freezing outside. And guess who packed up all of her heavy winter clothes? All in boxes in storage, including this lovely warm Aran-knit sweater I bought in Galway. In my defense, it's usually in the 70s here this time of year. I remember feeling stupid for even buying such a sweater, because when was I ever going to need it in Phoenix? Thursday, and yesterday, and today, for three. And it's in a mystery box.

Happy 2011, blog peeps! Stay warm.