New Year....Same Old Story

We have come eleven days into the New Year, and nothing has changed since 2011.

In the past week, I have met a future Olympian (USA!  USA!),  enjoyed OREOs for dinner nightly (except for one chance PF CHANGS dining experience), talked with old friends and new ones, and cried a little more than normal.

I have not moved forward or backward, as I am essentially, emotionally stuck...spinning my wheels in the murky muddy waters of my life experience.  Invited Peter Pan to join me for dinner last week at the last minute.  Peter Pan, having grown up and now is an early bird special kind of fella, had already eaten by my 730PM invite, but couldn't resist a low blow about my "elderly" friend.  Ridiculous.

In 2012, I'm still sparkle-free....and It's scary how long I've been sparkle-less.   Well, consciencely. Subconsciencely, I've been dreaming of Rob Lowe and he's glitterific....and I'm back in the same mindset I had in middle school obsessing about Jonathan Brandis. After mentioning this thought to Meredith*, she rattled off a handful of 20-30 somethings that have never sparkled.  I can't imagine these people are walking among us.  

My widowed Grandmother is now engaged...and I am going to be her bridesmaid in her wedding.  This actually makes me feel great.  Planning for her wedding gives me some kind of "hope" that I am going to witness thousands of acts of love and kindness in the rest of my days on Earth.  I am kind of in a sour mood realizing that my perfect love is gone, never to come home again, that I don't have children, and am too eccentric to ever attempt to find the father of my potential children (Wake up, America! ....Princesses don't go searching for their Princes in the woods.  HELLO, CHIVALRY).   As of this moment, I'm not prepared to adopt children and raise them alone...so I'm resigning myself to being childless....which I had already prepared myself to be over the years.   There are benefits to being the certified bachelorette which Involve having the entire living space being your closet, never washing dishes, because I never cook, having Gummy Bears for breakfast and Oreos for dinner, and always having sole access to the remote control (if it ever struck me to watch television.)

Vacation Planning is underway, and I'm stoked.  I'm tempted to take a week of vacation at the end of the year because that freaking fortune teller said 2012 was going to be awesome, full of friends, and love, and fun and solidarity.  I just wish instead of telling me I had a Soulmate named Michael, she would have said I had two named Ben and Jerry....because our three-way love triangle romance is getting fairly hot and heavy, pretty fast, and I'd hoped it was going somewhere.

Other than that, nothing is different:  New Year, Same Old Story....except in 2012, I'm keeping my resolutions.