I'm a Year Old, Mother Suckers!!

12 Months of wreaking havoc on the world.  Watch out!  There is more where that came from.

Dearest Blog,

I know that I haven’t written to you in a while but I’ve been busy.  I’ve met a man.  Even with my limited relationship experience, I believe that he is THE one.  He is soo dreamy.  His name is Ken and I met him on a trip to IKEA. 

I know that my father doesn’t fully approve of this relationship.  He is worried that Ken might break my heart.  He has also shown some concern about our physical relationship.  I can’t keep my hands off of him!  Whenever I see him I just want to give him hugs, kisses, and pats on the head.

Our love is everlasting, it burns like the living room lamp that I’m not allow to touch.  I find myself wobbly on my feet and I have a tendency to drool when around him.  Of course, I’m a little wobbly and drooly when he’s not around... but that is beside the point.

I envision our life together.  Walking down the beach, hand in hand.  I will frolic in the waves while Ken waves to me from the shore (he tends to retain A LOT of water when swimming... so he tends to avoid it).  Our evenings will be spent dining at the best restaurants.  Ken is the perfect date.  He doesn't eat much and he is a great listener.

Dad says that Ken is just a doll.  I say "What's in a name?  That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."  Our forbidden love is eternal. 

My Future 2.0

I know that I have been only alive for under a year but I think it is time that I really start to think about what I would like to do with my life.  Dad and I have been spit-balling a couple ideas based on what we feel are my strong suits.  First Dad wanted me to be a hair dresser but I think that was only because he hates paying people to cut his hair.  He suggested that we call the business ”Veronica`s House of Hair”.  I wasn’t too big on this idea.  Then he suggested that I become a chef but again I think this is just because he likes to eat.  He suggested that the business be called ”Ronnie`s House of Meat”.  I’m sensing a pattern here with Dad’s business names.  I then suggested to Dad that I could do both and open a business called ”Ronnie`s Top Cuts”.  He said that some people might find buying meat and getting their hair cut in the same place a little gross.  How was I supposed to know?

Back to my strong suits.  Since all I do (when I'm not eating or sleeping) is move around the house, we can obviously assume that I`m going to be very athletic.  With so many sports to choose from, it is a little tough.  I`ve narrowed it down to either tennis or swimming because I`m built like Anna Kournikova and I look great in a bathing suit.  Dad had suggested golf but Mom said something about me not being ”butchy” enough.

In conclusion, watch out tennis or swimming world!  As soon as I get better at walking and/or learn to swim, you have a new competitor.  You have been warned.

PS:  Please note that it was Dad that dressed me up in this hockey jersey.  Another desperate attempt to get me in to sports.....