It's 2011!

Howdy there partner.

It's 2011, what what! Like not most of you, I spent my NYE at work. Boo-urn. Inh it wasn't all that bad, it got busy the next night and then the next night afterwards. Sometimes I think, "Why can't the sick heal themselves?" to which I also reply. "Then I'd be out of a job" Drum roll please.. Bah Dum Cha!

Moving on..

It's been re-decorating city in the G-Unit house. I have a new found love for re-decorating, I really do. I like thinking of ideas and putting them into action. I am the proud new owner of her very own "adult living, big girl now bedroom" long gone are the "justin beiber" posters. haha okay I never had those but you get the jist. The one thing I dislike about re-decorating is all the darn boxes, styrofoam, plastic bags and just plain garbage that comes with the new stuff you buy. It's a hassle to dispose of them, it really is. Though it was fun going on our little own James Bong (the typo stays!) mission to find a deserted, no cameras garbage bin, behind some ware house to dump our garbage. Shhh don't tell any one!

Now time for the reflection portion of this blog: 2010, it was a good-er. It was to me at least. I saw a lot of travel, people. A lot! It was also an year were a lot of shit went down but the past is the past and things are buried six feet under ground now, no need to dig up old bones.

I guess what I want to say, 2011 is the year to write our own stories. Take the metaphorical bull by the metaphorical horns and will that metaphorical bull into submission. Okay, I was just getting a lot of use out of the word "metaphorical" . Word of the day!

So peace out 2010, bring on the 2011

Yours, metaphorically,
N.