January. I love you. Yes I do.

January is a pretty big month for me. Even though January is snowy and freezing and crappy, and makes me incredibly stabby, it is my favorite month of the year. In January, I have a WHOLE year of possible screw ups ahead of me a fresh start. A clean slate, if you will. And I will.

In January, I can put behind me the fact that dirty dishes sat in the sink overnight. Every night. (sometimes longer if the hubby and I are trying to see how long it will take the other person to do them, which happens more than I would like to admit.)

I can get past my decision to send my son to school on a day he had a sore throat (and probably should've stayed home) because I needed some quiet time. Mother of the Year here. Nice to meet you.

I can put out of my mind all of the MANY, MANY, MA-HENY, typos, spelling errors, incorrect punctuation, over-usage of parentheses and other goofs I make repeatedly on this very blog. (SORRY)

I can let go of all the petty grievances that I have been holding onto from the previous year. Forgive people who have wronged me and love my enemies*.

Ahh, January. You are ripe with possibilities. Like a good banana, but I digress.

In January there are so many new chances to make a fool of myself, say the wrong thing, wear the wrong thing, and eat the wrong thing.

Believe me, I NEVER let these chances pass. I'm awesome like that. After all, what does it say up there? NO MISSED OPPORTUNITIES? Oh yeah. I live it people. I totally live my blog title. I'm not just blowing smoke up your ass with that fancy pants title. I am the REAL DEAL. Or something.


In January, I also have these things to look forward too:

My 1st blogiversary (January 5th) I've been doing this a year? Nice.

My 5th wedding anniversary. (January 12th) The big oh-five. Seems like five-oh. In a good way, of course.

My hubby, mother-in-law, and grandfather's birthday (January 15th) All on the same day. Whew, busy day.

and last but certainly not least...

My third 30th birthday. Unless you want to be a dick get all technical, in which case I guess you can call it my 32nd birthday. But you don't want to be a dick get technical do ya? DO YOU?

I thought not.

I love me some January. I just wish I could love it in Bali, or Tahiti, or Hawaii, but I guess for now, Michigan will do.

Fingers crossed that I win the lottery or find my dad and he is some wealthy powerful business magnate and I am the heir to a vast dill pickle  fortune or something. (Cuz, lets be honest, IF my dad is a  big name in the business world it's more likely he is a VLASIC (pickles) rather than say, a HILTON (hotels) or a  FORD (cars).)  Whatever. It's cool with me. I'll be a Vlasic. Katie Vlasic. Has a certain ring, no?

Daddy?!

So, happy New Year to all of you lovely people.

Thank you very much for following and commenting.

Without you, I would just be talking to myself (as per usual). Well, to myself and my brother, who only reads this blog out of brotherly guilt, I'm sure of it.

Many of you have become my friends and I am so grateful that blogging  has led me to people I would never know just walking around in this small northern Michigan town.

I wouldn't trade that in for all the do-overs in the world.

What kind of possibilities does 2011 hold for you?

*this is not gonna happen.