Twenty 8ighteen

Yay! My first post for the year. I have been procrastinating for awhile and didn't really feel like writing but then here I am. 

First, let's celebrate my first zit of the year which happened yesterday. I only realized how long my face is until I cut my bangs recently. I haven't had bangs for years. My my my, that oblong face of mine. I am still trying to come to terms to that.

Then, we celebrate my daughter's eleventh birthday, which happened some days ago. I can finally let-it-go and not try to dress her anymore. She has been picking her own clothes for awhile and sometimes it can be way off but most of the time, it isn't so bad. My job is done here in terms of dressing my daughter. She is looking pretty awesome here (except for those out of proportion hands because my phone camera isn't that great)

What do I even know about fashion. Nothing. This year, FASHION IS DEAD TO ME. I am not buying any stuff for the whole year for many good reasons which I am just too lazy to type. Then speaking of fashion, my husband told me the other day that those butt-ugly-MichelinMan down feather jackets are back in trend. The temperature here has dropped real low this past week. Time to whip out my jacket which I got in year 2000! That bright red Polo Ralph Lauren jacket which I always wanted to give it away year after year after year. Fashion just doesn't want to leave me. 

Beginning of 2018, I have successfully weaned Chester off his pacifier for naps and bedtimes. Yay. I have successfully cut sugar from my coffee (those who know me know how much sugar I put in my coffee) and stopped eating supper every night (honey puff cereal with soy milk). So far, the last twelve days have been kind of good to me if not for the cold. Nevertheless, I didn't have to go out at all, leaving all the outdoor errands to Allan while I get to stay home with Chester. I had the heater on keeping our home temperature at a constant 22-23 degrees. 

I have many thoughts initially for this post but now my mind is blank. Then I looked at the clock, oh it's 11.30pm, time to hit the sack. No wonder my brain is not functioning. All those thoughts just got fried together with my brain. Such is my life but my life is quite alright. 

Twenty 8ighteen will be a great year. I am pretty sure. Happy New Year!!