Resolutions

So let's be cheesy and do some traditional year-beginning stuff:

My resolutions for 2010--
Stop hoarding my reviews for Job 2. I need to post them. I'm waiting for the site to load now.

Start writing more reviews, so I can have more time to re-work them. It's been so long since I had to write something that I forget how to do it right. I like to be funny, and it's hard to do that when the only thing I'm thinking of is "Get it done, move to the next."

Knit more, and save more. I do have some stash, and just because I don't really know what to do with it doesn't mean I ought to buy more. We need the money these days for sick kitty times, besides, and I'd rather have a cat than more yarn or nice things.

Relationship-wise, we are doing well at my home. We've spontaneously (somehow) started halting fights mid-way through to re-examine what was said that we might be taking the wrong way. This is very interesting, as it turns out that half the time or more we've simply misunderstood what the other person was saying. I recommend it, really. I'm also slowly coming to the ability to voice my concerns over our budget and monetary priorities (my one big worry in life, really) without unintentionally insulting or implying anything unhelpful. I, like the rest of the world, I'm sure, wish for a home of our own, and long term plans, and maybe even kids (who knows?), but we're not financially at a good place for that to happen now, even though the springs in my bio-clock are slowly winding up for a big tick-tock in a few years. Also, I should probably worry less.

Except about the cat. I WILL learn to do his meds quickly and easily, even though they are scary and involve needles and bags and scary implications about his future non-existence. No one wants to face the mortality of their dear pet, and we're probably going to have to have some kind of big come-to-the-flying-spagetti-monster talk about what we're going to do later on, when his function isn't so great, but he is still technically breathing and moving on his own, even though he might not know why he feels like crap. There are some really awesome sites online that share tales of life with cats who have been diagnosed with CRF, and some of them live comfortable lives right up until the end. Still, there will be a point where his kidney/renal function just isn't up to par without a detailed and possibly stressful daily regimen, which will also severely eat into our finances. At what point do you have to recognize that even Grandma wouldn't be comfortable with you going into lifelong debt in order to afford her not-so-great "living" situation?

(Also, where do these people come up with this money? Am I in the wrong field? I have a comfy cube and internets and a functioning vehicle and a decent aparment, so I'm not doing too badly, right? How does this kind of life translate to the blogs I've seen of taking vacations to semi-fancy places with travel arrangements for multiple ill pets?)