(Not a) 101 Progress Update
I would love to have 101 progress updates two weeks in a row. That would mean that I’m really kicking butt on this challenge. But sadly, I have no updates.
I would have been able to cross off #81 “Grill something- instead of having Stephen do it.” Last night I tried to make kabobs all by myself. But apparently Stephen sticks to the grill like frozen Double Stuf Oreos stick to my thighs. He couldn’t help it. I could have thrown hot coals at him but I took a silent oath at the beginning at this process that I wouldn’t harm anyone in the making of this blog feature. So to respect my journalistic integrity, I just whined at him.
In my defense, I did about 90% of the work. We’ll just call it practice.
I’ve decided to edit one of the items on my list. I feel like “blog about my progress” is sort of a stupid goal to have. I’m obviously going to blog about my progress. I blog about everything. I mean… everything. So I’ve decided to change it to:
81. Post at least one picture each week on my blog.
I was blog surfing last night and stumbled upon a few blogs that didn’t have a single picture on the main page. I was annoyed. Then I looked in the mirror and decided to pull the plank from my eye.
I can’t promise you anything artistic, or even anything that resembles anything having to do with quality photography. If you want that, go check out MckMama. She’s awesome. I’m not. I will probably take a lot of pictures with my phone. But at least I will post pictures.
So last night when I got home I was searching through the glove compartment to find something with a car dealership’s phone number. Recently our Murano has been hesitating when we try to start it. I wanted to call them and arrange a time for Stephen to bring the car in today for them to fix it. (Later last night when we tried to start it, it wouldn’t start at all. Dead battery. Awesome. Just swell.) So anyways, I was looking through the glove compartment and found something from the dealer with all of the information about our vehicle.
To the people who constantly tell me that I’m a liar when I say that our newest addition is a beautiful MERLOT Murano because you think it’s maroon…. Check it:
For those of you who don’t have the pleasure of living in The Lone Star State, let me enlighten you. You are either Burnt Orange (The University) or maroon (that other school)– My blood is burnt orange. So it would be completely ridiculous for me to drive a maroon car. It just wouldn’t work. So that, my friends, is why I specify that I drive a merlot car.