This is my 280th blog of 2011. There seems to be an inverse correlation between how well my years go and how often I blog here, and this is the second-busiest blog year I've yet had, so I'll let you deduce that one.
Well, maybe that's not fair. It's probably more correct to say this has been a weird year. I can accurately describe it as one continuous road trip, albeit one where I got tired of driving and hoped the next turn would finally be the one with the gas pump and toilet already.
At the same time, I haven't been out of Louisiana since the moment I stepped back in it on Feb. 13. This 10-month-and-counting stretch is the longest I've spent in one state in almost six years. I once went eight years between trips to New Orleans, and that's when I lived in Lafayette. I've come a long way. Literally. I hope it isn't turning into a round trip back into that.
To put it in football terms, my friend-turnover ratio was like -123 this year. Some of that was from moving away from Missouri, but not all of it. At least I got to hang with various family members for the first time in many years. Not to mention, have Christmas with my family for the first time since 2006. That was pretty cool.
I'm very ready for 2012. Something about a new year always gives me the motivation to do things I've been putting off, like updating the "Behind the Blog" profile and starting the Facebook fan page for this site I've been leaving in limbo for while. Among many, many other things.
I have many New Year's resolutions. I know what they are, and that's what matters.
Hey, 2012 is an election year, isn't it? Somebody ought to tell the Republicans. Oh. Sorry, four years of rust is tough to shake off. Re-elect change!
I'm going to be 32 in 2012. And you'll still be 21. That's what I like about college girls.
The Saints would make my year early with an appearance in Super Bowl XLVI. I wonder if, when they win, the state will issue revised decals for the Saints license plates? If they do, what happens if they wind up with a dynasty? Seems like a nice problem to have.
Oh, apparently I owe the state of Missouri property tax today. Oops! Missed that form in the mail. If I vanish in the middle of the night, you know where to find me.
Happy New Year, everybody.