Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Things that happen every year.

(Excluding obvious things like your birthday, the 4th of July, etc.)

My mom and I debate about whether March is better than February (I say March is better because it starts to warm up, she thinks it is the worst because it makes you think it’s going to warm up and then it snows and February is short).

A pay raise.

I start listening to Bob Marley when the weather gets warm.

My mom and three sisters make heart shaped sugar cookies at least once between February 7th and 14th.

We open the cabin on Memorial Day. (Happiest day of the year)

We close the cabin when the temperatures drop below freezing. (Saddest day of the year)

I get worse at golf.

The Jazz make it to the playoffs and then break my heart.

Croquet happens.

Facebook miraculously manages to get dumber.

I go on about half as many trips as I plan on.

The office gets less funny.

At some point I want to buy a convertible, usually a Jeep because it would be cheaper than an Audi.

More sequels come out.

Barbeques happen.

I get talked into going country-swing dancing with some friends only to re-discover how much I hate it.

College football begins and improves the quality of my life.

6 comments:

  1. Why, oh why, does The Office have to keep getting less funny?

    No pay raise for me. :( :( :( :(

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  2. i'm so glad you turned off the dumb code thing to post comments.

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  3. Good old croquet. And BBQ's, we miss them. As well as game night. We just got guillotine, I swear we played it once at your house, Jackson doesn't think so. You be the judge, did you teach us how to play guillotine one game night long ago?

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  4. March is the longest, worst month of the year. Mom

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  5. March always has 5 weeks. FAR too long a month.
    The cookies really do happen, no matter what.

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  6. I like your list...but totally sympathize with the country dancing part. I think I should be more open minded and try but never like it...

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