Well folks, this new years eve I will be heading to the cabin with the B929, Porter and my winemonkey. We might be accompanied by one other couple, but the odds aren’t likely. I think we are all secretly hoping for it to only be the four of us. Not because we don’t like the third couple, because hell - they are a lot of fun, but because it would mean more food (read: crab cakes ala Winemonkey, cioppino, raw oysters, and homemade cookies) and more room. Our plan, of course, hinges on whether the freeway is flooded apparently.

I usually take time at the beginning of the year to assess what has happened in the last year or three.

I think that I have made it through scandals of lies, losing one of the two friends. I think about how much I miss the Big A and that I want to call him everyday. I wake up and think “is today the day I break down and do it?” I know that I would be setting myself up to get hurt all over again, but I miss him something fierce. Something more than I can explain to you or even myself.

I moved again this past year. This was the move where I misplaced a bunch of my things. I went from living in a dorm room in 2000 to having an entire apartment filled with my stuff in 2004 to living in two people’s houses, one storage unit and a patridge in a pear tree. But really. Moving sucks. Don’t do it.

I saw my parents three times this past year. One more time than was expected. And with every visit, there was that bittersweet goodbye. I love my parents, but one of the two is high maintance and I have spent my whole life trying to please that person. And every time I see him it just gets harder and harder. And he gets himself into a position where apologies really should be given but he can’t suck it up and do it.

I wrote 1.5 chapters of my thesis. In all reality, I should be halfway finished. I hope that I can get myself overly motivated for the beginning of January. I really want to get out of here so that people can stop asking me when I am finished.

And finally, in the health department, I have one malfunctioning thyroid and one lumpy boob. The thyroid has been medicated for about six months now and I can totally feel a difference in how my body functions. No more sleeping for 9-10 hours and still feeling tired. No more clumps of hair clogging up the drain. It has been a good change. The boob is another story. I haven’t written about it, mostly because I haven’t had the appointment yet, but the lumps are still there and so I have to make the appointment with the boobologist. They will do their needle thing and make sure that everything is as alright as a lump can be.

For my resolutions? My running joke is that I was going to stop procrastinating, but I got 364 more days to go, so why start now?

But honestly, that should be my goal. So maybe it will all work out. I don’t know.

Anyone else have a resolution?

I would love to hear it.

I don’t know what my deal is, but lately I have had this insane urge to contact my old friends and see what they have been up to. What is really weird, is that I am getting the opportunity now that I am home to do that. Tomorrow night I am visiting with two friends I haven’t seen in about six years. Six years! And I am also getting the phone number of another friend I haven’t seen in about seven years.

Everyone keeps asking me if I am considering moving back to Pittsburgh. This is the test. This trip home. I miss Pittsburgh, but I also know that I will miss alot of things about California. I also know that once my sister moves out of Davis I know there really isn’t anything keeping me there. It would be a different story if there was something holding me there, but without a “steady” job in the near future and no serious boyfriend there, I don’t know how things are going to go. I am currently not leaning in any sort of direction and I probably won’t be making the decision while I am here. It is just an option.

On another note, my family is weird. Really weird. And they keep getting weirder. Much weirder. See my sister’s post Happy Holidays for details.

Well the family is on the shower circuit getting ready for the big family gathering at my grandmother’s house. We are expecting to see abou 30 of our 50+ cousins. This is the somewhat trashy side of the family. The side that provides me with the trump card in ANY trailer trash story competition. It is one cousin in particular that always takes the cake. I can only stomach seeing her once a year, and I can only do that because the material is just too good to not listen to. Although I have an aunt who is now coming in close to gaining the lead on trash. She married a man that I apparently went to high school with. I believe that she is seriously 15-20 years older than me. And the guy she is married to? He used to date the aforementioned cousin.

So my aunt is now telling me about all of my friends that she knows. And he is related to one of my ex-boyfriends and friends with another one of my ex-boyfriends. It is all too creepy.

So here is to a creepy and joyous holiday season! I hope that everyone is doing well and that everyone had a little bit of glitter under the tree.

Yesterday I emailed the woman about the interview for the Enology (winemaking) faculty position and I got a very dissapointing reply saying that they closed the position due to a poor pool of candidates and that I can reapply when the position is open. Now I know that I wasn’t included in the original pool of candidates. But she had told me:
a. to submit my resume even though she knew the position was closed and
b. that they wanted to interview me.

So I was/am completely bummed out. On the bright side, I didn’t tell a whole lot of people about it so it won’t be so hard to back my way out of this “I have an interview for a really cool job” thing. Plus, I wasn’t really sure that I wanted to move there anyway.

p.s. You can now comment on my sister’s side blog. Let her know you’re reading!