I could lay out all of my stresses here in the blog. But that's not why you're here. You're not here to listen to me complain. You're here, on a Friday, for dance party gifs. I know you. 

You're not here to listen to the story about how I LOST MY KID in the store last weekend. You especially don't want to hear that I didn't even know he was lost until the "Parents of Boy2" got paged to the front of the store. 

You definitely don't care that I'm stressing about a vacation that isn't due for a few more weeks. Because what kind of weird freak stresses about VACATION?! 

Me. That would be me. Weirdo checking in here. 

You don't want to hear my ablation update because it's really freaking depressing. Trust me. Just...trust me. 

Don't ask how the book is going. It's not. Writing OR reading right now. Don't ask. Really. Don't. 

I can't believe I haven't updated this since August 2014. 

That's such a lie. Yes I can. 

I got obsessed with fanfiction (I'M A BAD PERSON) and my depression/anxiety sucked me in and didn't let go.

Didja miss me?

What happened at the end of my 2014? 

I wrote a book. Yes, another one. Actually, it's not finished. 
So I actually wrote 51,000 of a book that I have yet to finish. 

I hosted Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve dinners (to include a couple of airmen from my husband's office). 

I survived the holiday season. Considering that one night of drinking, this is a surprise. 

Basically, 2015 came at the perfect time....when I needed a serious do-over. 

My youngest son just turned four. FOUR. He's no longer a "toddler" now.

We're planning a road trip to and IN Texas in a few months. 

My husband will be taking his Tech Sergeant test basically as soon as we get home. 

I wouldn't be at all surprised if our luck runs out and he gets deployed this year as well. I've mentally prepared for it SO HARD that I sometimes forget it isn't a done deal...yet. 

So do I have special plans for 2015? I actually hate thinking about making a special promise to hold out the entire YEAR. 

Y'all. I can't commit to a freaking hair color for more than a few months....and I'm expected to stick to something for a whole year? The only thing I've been able to commit to for any length of time has been marriage. (8 years by the way)

So my resolutions are pretty basic. 

1. Get back into therapy and on medication. Because I did the entire year last year without either and it SUCKED BIG TIME. I need therapy. I need meds...I just have to find the right one. So I'm doing that this year
2. Finish my book and edit heavily. My ultimate goal is to send queries before the 2015 NaNoWriMo. (November)
3. Find a hobby. I'm looking seriously at Krav Maga. Learn to kick @$$, burn calories, and get "me" time? Awesome all around. 
4. Read the 52 books on my PopSugar List. ORIGINAL LIST FOUND HERE. I've already started in on "Ilium" by Dan Simmons. (It's my "Book with more than 500 pages" entry)
5. Get my eyebrow game on point. Because there needs to be a fluffy, frilly resolution on the list. 

Other than that? I'm now going to make WEEK goal lists. Every Monday I'll post my goals for the entire WEEK. I figure I can commit to a few things for 7 days at a time. 

*whispers* Seven Days

For those that got the reference....sorry. I couldn't resist. 

For those that didn't....consider yourself lucky you didn't see that movie. Just...don't do it. 

I need to be a better parent. 
I need to be a better housekeeper. 
I need to be a better wife.
I need to be a better person. 
I'd like to be a better blogger/vlogger. 
I want this year to be the year when I look forward to close because I kicked ass....not because "Oh thank God, it's finally over."