January 1, 2016.
Why is that such a big deal?
I used to make New Year resolutions, but not anymore.
I don't resolve to change... I desire change. I want to stick with this. For the first time in my life I want to stay away from alcohol.
Some people may say I'm cheating. I picked up my new pot candy habit. But I don't think it's cheating.
I'm not hurting my liver anymore. I'm not destroying dozens of brain cells. I'm not ingesting thousands of calories. And I'm certainly not waking up hungover and depressed.
Last night was New Years Eve. I had to work until 6pm. I still hate that place but I'm over it. I've got my mind set on Virginia.
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Seth and I have made it through to a live interview where the company will fly us down to Virginia and interview with the Vice President.
Pretty exciting... Especially since I thought I bombed the video interview. It was the most awkward interview ever and I'm pretty good with interviewing, my skills are certainly up to par. But this one, this was just me and my computer. Me sitting in a chair, staring at the screen with my image reflected back to me. I had 60 seconds to read a question that popped up and then a minute thirty to answer.... while staring at myself answering the question.
It was supposed to take about a week to hear back on how we did but we got a response the very next day. They want us down there ASAP.
The recruiter wants us to get down there next week. We can't make it. We still have a job up here after all. Can't put all of our eggs in one basket... So we scheduled it for the second week in February. This is really happening.... fast.
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New Years Eve, I leave work a little early, stop at home to change into my New years eve outfit... yoga pants, an over sized tee shirt, and fuzzy socks....then Seth and I head out to pick up the Chinese food I ordered at 11:30am. We still waited a half hour for it... why is that? Every year we order early and STILL wait. I wonder what algorithm the Chinese place uses to decide which orders take priority. I need to crack that code...
We get our food and head home to eat and watch our awful B movie marathon.
Every New Years Eve we each pick a B horror movie then vote on who picked the best (or worst) movie. I usually win. Previous winners include: Hell Baby (hilarious), Tusks (still scratching my head), Antichrist (disturbing), and 11/11/11 (disturbing).
This year we went with The Curse of the Witching Tree and Creed. Obviously Creed is not a B movie and Seth just really wanted t o watch that so The Curse of the witching Tree wins by default.
Seth has whiskey and coke and I have a couple candies. I also treated myself to Martinelli's sparkling apple cider. I broke out out champagne wedding flutes to sip my bubbly from.
It was nice.
Between movies we have another tradition.
We started this about four years ago.
At the start of the year we have an empty jar. As the year progresses we collect our happy memories and put them in the jar. On New Years Eve we open the jar and read through them. It helps us remember how blessed we are and remind us that we really did have a great year. Then we empty it, select our favorite memory to recycle and start over again in the new year.
So we took a trip down memory lane.... trips we took, camping with the girls, the Mudderella mud race we did, our wedding, our honeymoon...
As the night went on, Seth got drunk. I got high.
We watched Creed then went to bed.
As we're laying in bed we are talking. Mainly the lovey dovey drunk stuff coming from Seth. He wants to cuddle.
I roll over to take my Lunesta and he starts grabbing for me asking me where I'm going.
I tell him "I'm just reaching over to pop my sleepy pills."
He snaps at me, "Haven't you taken enough pills for one day!"
What the fuck does that even mean? He just polished off 7 whiskey and cokes while I sucked on two candies and he wants to lecture me....
I snap back at him, "I hope you're just fucking drunk saying stupid shit right now! Or would you prefer me to sit up wide awake while you pass out and snore? Oh, while we're at it let me stop taking my Paxil too... see how that goes. And don't forget my birth control. Guess I'll stop taking that too. My allergy pills.... it's cool I'll be miserable all fucking day! My husband wants me to stop popping pills. Because I do it for fun! Is there anything else I should stop doing? Should I grab my apron and go Stepford too??"
He starts snoring.
Good. I kinda want to not be talking right now.
I just can't win. Ever.
Happy New Year.
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