Once again, it’s time to come up with resolutions that you splash on your blog for all to see and then handily ignore until you write your end-of-year wrap-up post. I am not a cynic. I have just been blogging for a little while and living for a little longer. I am pretty sure I said something at the end of 2005 about losing those nagging 10 pounds, which have become 30 despite neither having a medical issue or a baby. Bygones. I’m down 7.4 pounds – that’s one half of one of my very large cats – and I’m moving forward. Enough said, because resolutions seem to set us up more for failure than stir our motivation, don’t they? They seem to for me.
A sampling of things I’m pretty sure I’ve committed to over the past 36 years (and I use that c-word lightly):
Buy a coffee pot
Make photo albums with the 4,000 pictures I have stored in Tupperware containers
Go for my sleep studies
Replace my avatar with a picture that’s actually of me
Open my own Taco Bell franchise
Stop stealing toilet paper from happy hour bars
Reserve @shitmydadsays
Stop showing up at the dog park with an empty leash to get dates
Cut down on telling everyone at work when I’m going commando
Resolutions FAIL.
I still don’t own a coffee pot.
This year, I’d like to read more, move more, see more. I know I should be more specific, and I am in my mind, but I’d like to see how things unfold this year rather than hold myself to an unrealistic list of relatively unattainable goals. I’d like to smile more, put others before myself more readily. Cook a whole chicken for the first time. And a roast. Take a photography class so I can shoot something other than sleeping cats and cakes. Write again because I enjoy it. Maybe buy a couch that suits my style and didn’t go through the Great Tallahassee Flood of 2001.
Bottom line: do more of the things that bring a smile to my face when I think about them. Seems a pretty good place to start.
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Love those goals – some of them sound very achievable!
This is a great way to look at a new year. I hope you achieve it all and much more.
And congrats on the weight loss – you’ve lost about one dress size!
I’m thinking that the 7.4 pounds is an awesome way to start the new year! You’re ahead of most people on their resolutions :)
I am officially gifting you my coffee pot. I bought it ten years ago for a visiting galpal and we had to call her mom to confirm the ratio of water to grinds. Note: We still got it wrong and ended up buying all of her coffee fixes at the Wawa around the corner. The pot hasn’t been used since, unless “collecting dust while shoved in the back corner of my cabinet” counts.
I think a general resolutions, “do more of”, are better because you aren’t boxed in. Sky’s the limit. So there!
I’m all for smiling. May your 2010 be full of them.
I’m also all for correct grammar and syntax, but something about moving to another country seems to have fucked with that. Just edit that last comment as though I’m a person who speaks English as a mother tongue, kay? That can be your holiday gift to me.
I’ll lend you my dog, and hold your hand through the maiden chicken roasting.
I can’t really help with most of it, but:
Chickens are easy, but maybe start with 1 Cornish Game Hen(much smaller, cook quicker, taste the same). Butter all over, inside and out, rub on salt and pepper, cook until juices run clear, and skin is crispy. Yum!
Resolutions pale mightily in comparison to plans to simply just get on with enjoying life.
Especially with good friends. =-)
I dig this. I haven’t made any concrete goals yet, either. I’m just workin’ on being a better version of me. Good luck to us!
i also dig this.
and i also need to read, see, and move more, maybe in the opposite order. but i have to say, i cooked a whole chicken recently for the first time, and it was BAD ASS. i’m like a fundamentalist, but for chicken cookin’. seriously, you must. do it tonight.
Maybe you should resolve to get your sweet ass up to Canada so you can learn more about Lake Ontario…
I had such a difficult time getting past the fact that you have no coffee pot. That’s like someone saying, “This year I’m going to get a real wine bottle opener that isn’t one I stole from a bartender that says “Santa Margharita” on it that CONSTANTLY pokes out the side of the cork because really, do I look like I went to bartending school?” Or not, if you would rather have a soda.
Cooking a whole chicken is theoretically the easiest thing ever, but I’m scared to do it. I did find this inspiring, though: http://blog.ruhlman.com/2010/01/america-too-stupid-to-cook.html
just come and visit me! okay? i’ll make you coffee and then ship the damn thing with you!
i have 7 photo albums in my closet calling your name. okay, so they are all pink. what of it?
and really, all i want is your wonderful company so i don’t have to photoshop your face all over my pictures wishing you were here.
You do not need a coffee pot. You will never need a coffee pot. That is why they have cafes.
There is such a thing as a WHOLE chicken?
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