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Lacey's post inspired me so here goes.  Please don't judge my weirdness.

1. I like black coffee, beer, and I legitimately like and understand football.  I think this will one day make me a great catch for some guy.
2. I once punched out my brother's front tooth.  We were playing with boxing gloves in the store and I guess I was closer than I thought.  Oops.
3. I've gone to the dark side.  I wear leggings as pants.  But only with long shirts!  Don't judge.
4. I skinny dipped in my Christian college's pool.  Multiple times.
5. I willingly wore overalls in high school.  And thought I was cute.
6. I get the colors pink and yellow confused.  My friends knowingly try to confuse me for fun.
7. When I eat at Chick-fil-a, after I pull the wrapper off the bbq sauce I have to lick it and stick it to the bag.
8. I once beat up a girl. But I only hit her in the torso so no one would see bruises. Yikes :/
9. I love to study and learn about the human body.  But I HATE man thigh.  Blech.
10. My brother has given me two black eyes.  One time we were wrestling and the other when we were throwing a chain ( I know, why?) back and forth and I missed it.
11. I have a tattoo and I want another.  But I'm going to wait until after (if?) I get married so I don't have to try and cover it up for the wedding.  I'm kinda vain like that.
12. I snuggle with a stuffed animal when I sleep.  It's a duck and his name is Quack.
13. I decorate the house when I get stressed.
14. I secretly want to be a craft genius who makes it big one day.
15. I also secretly want to be an amazing photographer.
16. I grind my teeth when I sleep.  From what I'm told it's unpleasant to hear.
17. I didn't start having acne until I got into my 20s.  It sucks.
18. If given the opportunity, I think I would eat everything with chopsticks.
19. Without fail I always register for Publisher's Clearing House.  You never when it's your year!
20. When I was little, I always wanted braces.  Blast you straight teeth!!!
21. I find men who drive trucks extremely hot.  I'm a Texas girl through and through.
22. My brother and I had pet chickens when we were little.  In an apartment.  In Dallas.
23. I've never dated a black guy.  Weird, right!?!

Twenty three oddities for your reading pleasure on the twenty third!  Remember, you aren't judging me!

I'm an awkward kid.  I know that.  I've even learned to embrace it.  But I normally try to at least keep it a secret from strangers.  I failed at it this week.  And not just any kind of fail, but an epic, awkward, totes inapprops failure.  Here's how it went:

I had just bought some food in the hospital cafeteria and how gone to the 6th floor to buy a Mtn. Dew...they're cheaper to get from the machines than the cafeteria.  There was a housekeeping guy nearby who I smiled at, but didn't really pay much attention to beyond that.  You also should know that I have a bad habit of putting things...cell phone, keys, pens...in my mouth as if it's an extra pocket or something.  Also, I tend to say things that make sense in my head, but come out sounding like sexual innuendos.  This particular evening I was holding a dollar bill in my mouth, gross I know, while I fished the quarter out of my pocket.

Man: "You shouldn't put that dollar in your mouth.  Don't you know how dirty those things are!?!"

Me: "Yeah, I know.  But it's not the worse thing I've put in my mouth."

**Awkward silence as he tries to decide if I'm coming on to him, that much of a whore, or stupid.**

Me: "Um, I mean, I have a bad habit of putting my keys in my mouth so...yeah."

Man just stared at me.  He picked up on my awkwardness, gave me a confident "I'm the king of the world" look, and sauntered away.  Where was the giant hole to swallow me up when I needed it!?!

And this is why I don't usually talk to strangers.

Okay, so I know the picture is old.  But it goes with my theme so bear with me.

I don't like resolutions.  I don't like the temporal and expected feeling of inevitable failure.  But I do like taking time to reflect on my past and my future.  I want to look back and see my missteps and my successes and learn from them.  I want to grow spiritually, relationally, professionally; and a good way of doing that is seeing where I didn't, where I could have and learning from that and making sure my future doesn't include those same mistakes.  I also look to see where I did well and how I can build on those successes.

Now, don't get me wrong, in no way do I believe in allowing your past to dictate your future.  There are too many stories of people overcoming their mistakes and then going on to be hugely successful to believe that.  But a big part of their eventual success was knowing what didn't work and moving on from there...and you only know that by taking the time to examine those errors.

That said, instead of resolutions, I've decided to give this year action words of what I hope and desire 2012 will look like.

Involved: When I get overwhelmed, I tend to fall into an apathetic attitude about what I'm struggling with.  I'm determined to remain involved in all areas of life...spiritually, financially, professionally, relationally.  I'm not running from conflict anymore.

Active: When I fall in the aforementioned apathy, I lose the desire to be active.  This year is the year of getting back to being outside, getting involved with sports again, and treating my body as I should.

Courageous: Because I'm so afraid of failing, I often don't take risks.  It's a sad way to live life trying to always remain safe.  I know God created me for a reason and that reason isn't to remain on the sidelines so this year I'm taking risks.  I mean, my favorite scripture verse is Joshua 1:9, which says, "Have I not commanded you?  Be strong and courageous.  Do not be afraid, do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go."

And so I'm choosing to go be involved, active, and courageous this year.  I'm going to be the new, bolder me in 2012!

It's a new year.  Wow.  I can't believe 2012 is already here.

As I get closer to my 30th birthday, it's next year, I've decided I want to make a Bucket List that will be titled  "30 Before 30".  I've not gotten very far.  I mean this idea hasn't moved beyond wanting to do it...I've still yet to sit down and actually think about it and write it out.  But I do know one thing that will be on the list.

I want to complete a race.  A half marathon to be exact.  Which is convenient because as of Thursday, December 29, I took the plunge. And by "took the plunge" I mean I was shoved in, but it's official either way.

I'm registered for a half marathon in April.  And yes, when I say a half marathon I mean running for 13.1 miles...consecutively. WHAT!?!

Anyone who knows me knows I don't run much past 3 miles.  Sure, I've often thought about how awesome it would be to push myself mentally and physically to complete an actual race...and how awesome I'd feel being apart of the cool club with a 13.1 magnet on the back of my Jeep (true story).  But I've never actually even looked into it much less really considered signing up.

That time of dreaming of the magnet has ended.  I will, in 13 short weeks, complete a half marathon...amd buy myself the magnet.  I'm hoping somewhere along the way become an avid runner who just hasn't reached her full potential until now.  I'm not holding my breath though.  At best I'm hoping to lose a couple of pounds and inches, get more muscle definition, prove to myself that I can push through anything with hard work, sacrifice, and dedication, and transform myself from this

to this

Here's to determination, strength, facing fears, and a sense of accomplishment in 2012!