Happy New Year!

Ohhhhh yeah, I'm back. New Year's Eve was celebrated with friends...until I realized I was feeling tired and old (simultaneously) and decided to sneak out and head home. I spent most of the last half hour of 2009 trying to decipher what Dick Clark was saying and why J-Lo bugged me so much. All the while, I couldn't believe this year was almost over! I counted down 3--------2--------1 and *BAM* it was here. Wow, 2010. It's like a date from a science fiction novel except it's real. I actually feel inspired to write a blog...

Dear 2010,

I wanted to write this letter on NYE, but I went to bed as soon as the big shiny ball dropped and the shots of everyone kissing made me want to kill myself. I'm guessing that's not a good way to start 2010. You, my friend, are a new year, a new attitude, a new beginning.

I'll start with this...a lot is expected of you.
If you haven't heard, your predecessor was kindof an asshole. And by kindof I mean a complete and total asshole. You need to make up for that in a big, BIG way. For starters, please keep my family and friends healthy and happy, and heal those who are not.

You are the year Connor will start t-ball and kindergarten. You are the year I will begin my third year of college, even if it kills me. You are 'hopefully' the year I will get accepted into nursing school...let's make sure that happens mmm'k? Don't forget...you are the year I will win the lottery and become a walking Health & Fitness magazine cover model. Please and thank you.

I'll make a pact with myself to enjoy life more...because 2009 was yet another reminder that life is short.

You are my year. I WILL OWN YOU.

Love,
Jillian

P.S. Tell 2009, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out!"