I'm Hopey-Dreamy

HAPPY NEW YEAR, PEOPLES!

I've loved catching up on my bloggy friends lately and reading the resolutions, hopes, and dreams y'all have for the new year. 

Like you, I also have a whole lot of hopes for 2013... 

Like, I hope I'll get a raise.

I hope Holly will start being nicer to people and not so growly.

I hope I'll get to meet some of my bloggy BFFs in person.

I hope my 24th birthday is a blasty blast, even though 24 is such an insignificant age.

But perhaps my hopes for the country as a whole are better than my hopes for me, myself, and I. 

I'll let y'all be the judges of that bizz...

I HOPE:

Cray-cray becomes a legitimately recognized word in the Oxford English Dictionary. I have a feeling when they publish it, they'll ask Helene, Whitney and me for our photos as illustrative examples.

Told ya. This was NYE ~ Mom pulled out the jar of moonshine cherries.
I've had 'em before, it wasn't like this was some surprise challenge and the flavor shocked my socks off.
I'm just a cray cray, obviously.

I HOPE:

Honey Boo Boo becomes the youngest spokesperson for Weight Watchers, and they do a reality show on her coercing Mama June to get in shape and take some cough syrup, for god's sake! 

FYI ~ Though I seem to talk about HoneyBoobs a lot, I've actually only ever watched one episode of that show. It disgusts me and I'm one spittle drop away from venturing down there and ripping out Sugar Bear's one remaining tooth myself.

I HOPE:

Bed, Bath & Beyond will continue to accept coupons that expired when I was still in diapers. I often pull out a dozen coupons when I get to the register and innocently say, "Just use whichever of these you can, please," always waiting for that one time they say, "Oh, these are expired, we can't take them."

Thus far, such a sad event hasn't occurred and I'm gonna continue to buy Calphalon and clearance pillowcases to my little heart's content!

I HOPE:

One day, I'll be walking through the aisles of my Super Targ and like an angel singing, Dunkaroos are gonna call to me from the shelf. 

Y'all, why did these come back for a hot second about ten years ago, and then disappear just as fast?! 

You know what they call that in man speak?

Blue balls.*

I'm already excited to be in Target. Don't go taunting me with faux teddy grahams so conveniently paired with sprinkle frosting and then snatch them away. Little thiefs.
Betty Crocker, get your shit together.

I also kinda hope the VS Angels stop being so damn hot and toned, but since envy is one of the seven deadly sins, I'm putting that hope on the back burner for now.

So there ya go. Just a few of my hopes for the coming year. Feel free to pull out a philosophy book if you must, because I know these are pretty deep and thought-provoking.

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And because I do possess the ability to be serious, I'll be back soon to let you know what I really have on tap for 2013. For realsies, I have some big things coming up, so get excited!

* That just happened. I just referenced blue balls on my blog. Mom, please take this asterisk as my apology for being so unladylike.