You've Got to Be Kidding Me

It never ceases to amaze me how some people do not realize appropriate attire for certain situations. My parents, especially my father, raised my siblings and me to dress for where we were going and who we were going to be around. He believed that no matter how much money you have you can always present yourself in a clean, well kept manner. You know, the whole Sunday best mentality of generations past. I am thankful for this lesson and hope to pass it on to my children one day.

Well, tonight I was watching the episode of Iron Chef America where the compete at the White House. The opening scene is Emeril Lagasse, Bobby Flay, and Mario Batali walking across the White House lawn. Reminiscint of the great flip flop scandal of 2005, Chef Batali wearing those ridiculous orange crocs he apparently never takes off. I mean really? Were you raised a barn? This the White House and the First Lady is going to be meeting with you, show some respect.

Fail...

Remember this post? Well, my goal didn't really happen. I hate to say fail because in the grand scheme of things, it is not that big of a deal. It has taught me to try to make small steps in some of the goals I have for the New Year. Recently, I have realized a lot of things need to change in my life. I've been thinking about how my life has unfolded in the past few years and where I want to be in the next few years. All of this thinking has made me realize one thing, I'm the only one that can affect the outcome. Not my husband, not my family, and not my friends, although they are all more than supportive. The next three or four months are going to be tough and raw at times but I need and more importantly, want, to change.

There you go, I put it out there. Now I need to follow through. Here's to a good year.

Happy New Year!

Okay, so blogging has not been what I had hoped it would be. Changing this is on my "list" for this year. Here's a great picture to start your New Year. (Taken and duly inspired from Newlywedisms by Bryn.)