Best and Worst, Part Deux

Alright. Having nourished myself with a healthy lunch of shells and cheese, taffy and Club crackers, I am ready to regroup. A list shall not have balance without it's nemesis, the other side. Luckily for me, 2010's highs far outweighed the lows. Score.

The Worst of 2010:

— All things Mariah Carey and Nick Canon, Lindsey Lohan's 14th return to rehab, and LeAnn Rhimes and that guy she cheated with. Enough already.

— The weeding of the garden. I shall resign myself to have dirty fingernails permanently as a result of gardening, all.summer.long.

— The emotional roller coaster caused by some events in my life this last year, which I may or may not elaborate on in a future post, which furthered my unhealthy knee jerk reaction toward eating and using food as a pacifier=10 pounds more that I do not want to carry around.

— On a related note, this completes my 5th year of resolving via New Years promises to lose that weight I gained from Luke's pregnancy. I don't know about you, but I figure 5 years in, you can't honestly call it baby weight anymore, can you? But, what's the alternative? Either I kick myself for failing 5 years in a row and stop trying, or I brush myself back off and try again. I will explore this weight topic more in the future. Please stand by with bated breath.

— The stresses on Rob via work continue to be very high and take a toll on him. Hopefully the circus he walks into daily around 6 p.m. is able to help take his mind off that for a while.

— Rob is closing the gap on me and starting to beat me on the very few games I still had in my corner that I could beat him at. Usually, word based games were a safe haven for me, a place I could call my own. Boggle, Scrabble, Balderdash—these were games I thought I owned. I am well aware that I am no athletic match {although I did win once at mini golf! Remember?}, but I thought I had game elsewhere. Now that he's starting to beat me at my own game, what's left for me? Ah, that's right, I still have him on Just Dance 2. Hit me with your best shot, baby.

—My full body paralysis when it comes to making a decision on choosing the photos, framing, and deciding where to hang photos around our house. I mean, WHAT IS SO HARD?

—Toegate 2010. First, the 10-15 treatments to eradicate. When all else failed, I turned to surgery. And now, the new skin has grown back, which should have made my toes all lovely but instead, they are flat as a pancake where those two toes touch in that area. So really, am I better off? Does surfboard toe look any better than where I started? I think not. As promised, I share warts and all.

—Luke's version of Dentist Speed-dating 2010. After showing our faces in 4 dental offices, I was glad to finally be able to settle and accept {sort of} the diagnosis that it appears Luke has subsisted on caramels, corn syrup and grape juice and has never met a toothbrush. So, we filled his mouth with metal that contends with P Diddy's diamond teeth and must sit resolute for another, oh, 7 years or so until those fall out. Thank the Lord that's over. And think of me next week when we have our first checkup since all of that hullabaloo.

— The sad and puzzling realization that the more free time you have to yourself, the less you accomplish. Sadly, much of us work much more efficiently when we are pressed for time and know we need to accomplish x amount of things in y amount of time. So, although 4 hours of "me" time each day has been refreshing and quiet, it doesn't mean that I am actually accomplishing more than I ever have in the past. Sigh.

So there you have it folks. Signing off on 2010 and wishing you a wonderful 2011!