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My list of accomplishments this year will read in this order: Went to Barcelona. Yelled at a stranger who totally deserved it. Escaped New York City.

It’s been about a month since my trip to Barcelona, which is absolutely going to be my most favorite memory of the year, just ahead of that night in Brooklyn I ate a pig’s tail and SML ran into a wall. I only spent two nights in the city before heading north through France, and I really should have pushed to stay another night, or at the very least had my own pitcher of Sangria.

This picture was taken from Güell Park overlooking the city and in the very far distance you can see the Mediterranean Sea. My heart skips a little when I look at this picture because the evening I took this picture, I had walked the entire distance from the seashore to the top of this hill. Something is wrong with me.


Philadelphia is a mere two-hour bus ride from New York City, so I booked tickets for this last weekend and spent a morning creating an itinerary. That itinerary included stops to the Betsy Ross Home, Independence Hall, the Liberty Bell, Constitution was a lot like a school field trip except that I ended the night in a pub filled with bobble heads.

I should really say that my night started with bobble heads, because later that night I took SML to a restaurant I had read good things about and only had two dollar signs, indicating the price aligned with a poor-man’s budget. Because it was Valentine’s Day Weekend the menu was prixe fixe and included things like Oysters, undercooked meat and the most delicious Gnocchi I have ever tasted for fifty-five dollars.

SML spent the evening dining on bread and turning purple while I tried my first ever oyster. I happen to like seafood so the meal wasn’t exactly wasted, but I did feel the need to run out and buy a wardrobe of stretchy pants to accommodate the extra food.

February 5 on the 5th

This winter has been like all other winters in recent memory, cold and dreary, not at all like what it would be if I lived in Florida or someplace that isn’t breaking snowfall records. I knew that this day would be particularly painful when the weather advisory warned of freezing rain and my horoscope opined that purchasing frivolous things would not bring me happiness. Just what am I supposed to do, NOT buy that beautiful $70.00 iPad case to replace my “just okay” case?

5 on the 5th’s theme this month is “Reflections”, but I skipped past that because I wanted to share these pictures of the Rose Art Installation on Park Avenue. I took these pictures early this morning, sheltering myself under a large umbrella and bitching to SML about how the freezing rain was not very ideal for picture taking.

I really like these sculptures, and at 25 feet tall in some instances you really do feel like Alice in Wonderland. And if I know Alice, and I don’t, she wouldn’t like the freezing rain either.

Roses Installation on Park Avenue

Roses Installation on Park Avenue

Roses Installation on Park Avenue

Roses Installation on Park Avenue

I resolve

When I think of 2010 I can’t really say for certain whether it was the worst year of my life, or if it just made my list of top ten worst years. The year wasn’t all bad, but I did almost break down crying on Madison Avenue once, in front of stores like Ralph Lauren and Chanel. And I passed out at a doctor’s office, which I suppose in hindsight could have been much worse: I could have passed out earlier that morning at the dollar store on 8th Avenue, shopping for Statue of Liberty figurines.

Last year I didn’t post any resolutions, but I really only had one: Run 440 miles. I almost got there with 397.85 miles; which means that in December, instead of drinking an entire bottle of wine I should have been running.

And that brings me to this year’s resolutions:

Write an iPhone application. This is more or less also a work project, but I think it qualifies as a personal project because I don’t have to do it.

Travel Internationally. To Spain, preferably. I’m a little obsessed with this actually, and I’m not exactly sure why. I think it might have something to do with Michelle Obama.

Run 600 miles. WHAT. I know, that’s 160 miles more than my last goal that I didn’t meet. But I could have exceeded that last goal if I hadn’t slacked off for the last three months eating Cheetos with my cat(s).

Begin tracking my fitness progress publicly. This one will be the hardest I think, but probably the one I need to do the most. I’ve been wanting to get into really great shape for the longest time and publicly shaming myself might do the trick.

And I think that will do it. I’m not very ambitious. If I were, I’d probably resolve to cook-in five days a week or exercise every morning, or become someone like Dr. Oz.

This is unrelated, but I went on a tour of Dr. Oz’s set yesterday, and did you know that he runs 5 miles a day AND performs heart surgery? AND tapes two shows a day three times a week AND tapes a radio show AND heads the Department of Surgery at Columbia? WTF.

Smile! Act Happy!

SML and I spent the Holiday in Utah this year, as we do on most years, and split up our time between families. If you were like me, trying to travel through John F. Kennedy after the snowstorm, take yourself out right now for a beverage infused with Bourbon. I’m not exactly sure how many times I cursed, out loud at least, but it took great restraint not to hurl a string of obscenities at just about anyone who came near me. Especially skinny blond men. They antagonize me.

This picture was taken of my family on Christmas Eve, just after dinner and while my mother was screaming at the kids to, “SMILE!” and “ACT HAPPY!” I think that caused the adults to laugh and the kids to be even more defiant.

Now. I’m not going to say I miss Utah. But I miss my family.