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I can't believe it's 2011.

Even though this year (like 3 out of the past 4...) we had both already fallen asleep when the rest of America's east coast welcomed in the new year, I think we both woke up excited about what this year will bring.

Don't get me wrong, 2010 was very, very good to us.

Long story short, in twenty-ten we:

1. played in the snow in Georgia. twice.

2. bought our first house.

3. loved watching this sweet little man grow.

4. welcomed the newest Anderson into the world (miss Elleri Brooke).

5. worked hard.

6. went to school. (and then didn't.)

7. read a lot of books.

8. laughed. (and cried.)

9. fell in love again and again.

and after a lot of hoping and praying and wanting...

10. found out that our little family is growing!

and not just by one...

by two.

And now it's 2011.

The year that our babies are born.

The year that our family becomes two (+ two).

And I can't wait.

fortune cookie test #1

Fact: I am a big fan of Chinese takeout.

String beans and white rice, to be exact... and of course the fortune cookie at the end.

I have to shamefully admit that I don't ever actually eat the cookie... I just break it open and slide the fortune out, hoping that my good fortune doesn't hinge upon my consumption of its vessel. I am usually pretty certain that my fortunes are, in fact, real prescriptions for my life, regardless of who eats my cookie, but this weekend proved my hopes (and my fortune) true.

Exhibit A:

Thursday, 12:30 p.m.

Exhibit B:

Saturday, 2:00 p.m.

Most delighted, I certainly am. And now my life is complete.

monday (which was never good anyway)...

I can't believe it's already Monday. (Do I say this every Monday?)

On my urgent list of to-do's: grocery shopping, house cleaning, clothes washing, and (the newest addition...) homework. But since I'm eating the last two Pop-Tarts for dinner while my clothes from today lay on the floor in a breadcrumb-like path to the shower, I think it's safe to say that on this Monday evening, procrastination wins.

Life has been crazy the last week and a half. Chaos is probably a more appropriate word. chaos. hullabaloo. maelstrom. (Can you tell I consulted the thesaurus?) Now that classes are back in full swing, the thesaurus and many, many other books are soon to be my BFFs for the next 15 weeks. I always get excited at the beginning of a new semester (shopping for school supplies and knowing my books will teach me words like maelstrom on a regular basis), but the start of this one has caught me off guard, and the sparkle of newness is already losing its luster.

For one thing, it's hot.

I know, I know, it's August in Georgia... what do I expect? By March, I'm sure I'll have forgotten this steamy, sweltering sort of miserable hot that takes your breath and makes you sweat at 8:00 a.m. as you walk from your house to your car (a total of what, 10 steps?). Even the rain doesn't cool it down, just makes it stickier. But for now, I endure and shamelessly blame the weather and my irritability with it for most of the mishaps that occur at this point in my life: unpredictable curly hair, lack of motivation to exercise, and one humiliating episode at the bookstore that may or may not have involved me unintentionally breaking in line in front of about 30 other students waiting patiently to check out.

For another thing, it's Monday.

And it feels like a Monday.

A very hot Monday.

And so with my buttered blueberry Pop-Tarts and The Scarlet Letter in hand, I sulk in Monday-ness and say: "Bring it on, Tuesday." (I just might get a little sideways.)

back to the drawing board

Blog attempt number one, may you rest in peace.

For all your good intentions, you just didn't quite make the cut, and so you have been deleted. Please don't fret, blog attempt number two has stepped in--not to commemorate (or imitate, for that matter) your failure, but to meet and far exceed your potential in the blogging world.

And so, we begin again.

This is us.