Since We Are Half Way Through

I realized that we are halfway through the year and this totally took me by surprise because it seems like just yesterday I was crying my eyes out at turning the old disgusting age of 21 while scooping the icing off my My Little Pony cake with my finger and eating it. Here is to hoping that this birthday can be a lot better than the last. Since I noticed that we are halfway through I wondered what I had wrote my New Years Resolutions were and if I had completed even one so I am going to fill you all in on where I am at with them.

One, I will not, absolutely not, meet my medical deductible this year. So far I believe that I have done a very good job with this one. I am over half way to meeting but you can blame that on ecoli.

Two, I will learn how to make at least 5 edible, healthy meals for Nick and I (Nothing will include nasty broccoli, it kills braincells you know.) I don't even know if I have cooked ONE edible, healthy meal. Nick basically cooks his own dinner every night and I pour me a nice big bowl of rice crispies. I would say I am the best wife, no questions asked.

Three, I will actually attempt *don't laugh* to train for a half marathon with Sarah and my mom. I actually said that? You can go ahead and laugh now, I know I am. No I actually started up Slim in 6 and went to the gym once with Sarah. I ran about six miles on the treadmill which ended in my hobbling around for weeks, taking a half an hour to walk down a flight of stairs, and swearing off any type of physical activity.

Four, I will finish my wedding scrapbook that has collected five inches of dust. That number has just been bumped up to about eight...

Five, I will dust my house. I actually think I did this once or twice, I don't remember because it was probably at eleven o clock at night when Nick decided since we bought a new vacuum we should clean the house entirely.

Six, I will successfully make a batch of cookies where I don't have to blog about the horrors of it all. Finally, something I have accomplished... somewhat. I made no bake cookies and didn't blog about it because when I took a piece out of the pan to eat, the four thousand degree chocolate burned my fingertips so bad I couldn't type.

Seven, I will be a better wife to my husband and do my best at not publicly humiliating him at times when I am experiencing giant urges to dance in the car. This one was a big giant fail. Better wife, mostly. Not publicly humiliating him, impossible.

Eight, actually remembering that I wrote these. It took me six months to remember but I am still counting it. I should have added a ninth that said "Actually doing them."