Twentytwelve.

Welp, it's New Year's Eve folks.

I'm at home. On my couch. Auburn game on the TV and a Diet Coke in my hand. 

But seriously, no complaints. 

I've never really been super psyched about New Year's Eve. 

Don't get me wrong, I'd love an excuse to wear a dress completely covered in gold sequins. However, I'd feel a little funny wearing that at high school reunion in somebody's garage and that's about all my hometown has to offer. 

Maybe if I ever live in some big swanky city.
(via Pinterest)

In the past, I've never really set a store by New Year's Resolutions.

This year I have some goals in mind. 

I'll try not to bore you with specifics, but I mostly just need to start living healthier.

More running, less excuses. More water, less Diet Coke. More planning healthy meals, less grabbing a kid's meal from Moe's because all I have is oatmeal at my apartment.

It's never too early to start preparing for the day that my metabolism slows down.

Another glorious ensemble.
(via Pinterest)

I see a lot of potential in 2012, but I can't really complain about 2011. 

Honestly, I can't really complain about anything. 

All of the people I love are healthy. 

I'm healthy. 

I live in America.

I know Jesus.

And my twelve year old Jeep is still kickin'. 

Let me know if I left anything out. 

Happy New Year's everybody!

Auburn is winning and Dad is in the kitchen prepping for the black eyed peas and collard greens meal that he has made every New Year's Day since I can remember.  

Wudduuppp 2012.