Happy New Year!
Let's start off with the fluffy stuff. Did I make a resolution? Not so much. But I hope to focus our lives in the new house and be much more organized. I can't stand the piles we have floating around now. There's so little space everything is on top of everything and it's a bit discombobulating.
Hand-in-hand with that is to throw away/give away everything we don't actually use. I think we're always have way too much of what we don't use and too little functional furniture or storage. I could use a few dozen less bottles of body fragrance type sprays and a few more shelves.
I spent my NYE with my friend Lex and my husband. It's amazing how increasingly calm each NYE gets. If the world doesn't end in 2012 I entirely anticipate sleeping right through it. I used to be out there in a not at all weather appropriate outfit trying not to be killed by drunk drivers and now I can hardly be bothered with leaving my living room.
In much less fluffy news I got into a small auto-related accident at a 4 way stop. And no, not at all related to NYE. And it doesn't bother me in the slightest that my car is a little mushed. No mechanical damage. No physical-me damage. If truth be told my litany of car issues is almost laughable. Things just happen to me as though I'm a magnet for it. What I'm pissed about is that the little teenager that hit me said to the police officer that I ran the stop-sign and I did not run it. I don't run stop signs period. I've lived in this same town my whole life and I know how vicious the police are about traffic infractions. They literally sit and stake out near stop signs so they can snatch you.
I'm going to try and be unbiased about it but it infuriates me when someone decides to lie. I often piss off my husband with the extent of my inability to stray far from the truth because I just feel awful. It's not in me to straight up lie to someone. In fact it's much more likely I've said something mildly off-color and upset them because then I seem really mean and awful. Everyone lies. White lies. Big lies. Medium lies. Whatever you want to call it I want to believe that being truthful is one of few things about you that shows you true character. I also think it will always come back around to you. Lies are ugly in that you need to remember them and sometimes build on them when you're caught in one.
I'm not saying I'm a saint. If a tree falls in a forest there are three stories of what happened. Mine, yours and the tree. You can see an entirely different situation than I saw, but bits of the truth will always show through. I guess all I can do is hope for the best and stand by my story. Thankfully there wasn't enough evidence on the other guy's side and I was not issued any citation. It's one thing to be in an accident, it's quite another to dirty up my record with things I did not do. I'm more personally offended than anything else. I don't care about the car. I don't care about any of that. I care that someone said something viciously inaccurate about me.