Well, it's January 2, and I have yet to make my resolutions. There's some commercial running right now (it's on network because y'all know I have no cable!) that I'm sure is supposed to be funny about this family trying to find their new year's resolutions from last year. They're in a mad dash to find it so they can accomplish it all in one day, it's the last day of the year. I think it's supposed to be funny, but not so much for me. It's a little too personal for me. I can't even remember what last year's resolutions were. I'm hoping it was: Gain 5 pounds. Let go of yourself image. And, Spend excessive money on things you tend to validate are either money making or long-term saving options. If that was my list, I'm a total success.
Since I can't find the list, (I do one every year.) Who am I kidding? I make lists about 3-4 times a day. I'm fondly recalling a time in my head when I was a teenager and my dad and I went to the grocery store. I said, "Oh, one more thing..." and turned to go grab it. My dad jokingly and yet a bit sternly told me, "You can't go get it." I inquired, "DAAAAD, I really need it." He snapped up the list and waved it, proclaiming, "It's not on the liiiiiiist!" I think at that point, Dad and I had been living on our own enough for me to one-up him. The honeymoon was over and Daddy needed a lesson in being the single father of a 16 year-old daughter. I smirked, grabbed the list out of his hand, straightened it out, and very slowly, in clear sight so he could read every letter, started to write: T-A-M-P-O....."OH, GO GET IT AND MEET ME IN THE LINE!" He said, bearing a pretty rosy blush. Good times.
Thanks to Daddy, I appreciate a good list. Clearly, I've taken the grocery list to an extreme. Desperate times call for desperate measures. If you've ever had your kids at the grocery store with you just before lunch, you're all nodding with me that it is INDEED a desperate time. The Christmas Gift list was quite the form of art. I also make Menus for when people come over for dinner, or for holiday dinners so I don't forget an item. There's other lists, but really, I'll spare you.
We were partying hard over here on New Year's Eve. If by partying hard you're visioning lots of bad fatty delicious foods, a chocolate fountain, a hot tub and a bottle of Benadryl because the kids' noses were all stuffy...translation: It helps assure good sleeping habits. (Fine, I didn't whip out the Benadryl, but I'd located it and had it on-call in the instance it was needed) That's what I'm talking about. We had great friends over and in between getting our asses pummelled in trivia games and bowl games, I asked, "So, what are y'alls New Year's resolutions?" And was forever liberated by the response, "I don't really make New Year's resolutions." Hmmm.....YOU CAN DO THAT!? Why, yes you can my dear. I think I've already cited how behind the times I am. I'm in my thirties and was the only 30-something still making resolutions I'd never keep. So be it.
The new years resolution list is officially over. I hereby declare in my best Scarlet O'Hara voice that I was just going to worry about that tomorrow anyways. I can't even remember what last years' goals were, let alone, where I put the piece of paper. I'm assuming that "Get Organized" was at the top of the list. Here's what I'm sure I've regurgitated year after year: Lose weight; Save money instead of spend it. Or maybe even MAKE money.
I'm not 100% sure, but I will say, I'm 95% sure I wrote on that list that I should write more. Be it journal, or some kind of intricate novel, I'm sure I resolved to do that. And here we are...Hooray! Momontherocks.com is a great therapy session for me. It's fun, and I love it. So, see there. I did it! I accomplished my new year's resolution. Or one of them atleast.
This year, I very unofficially resolve to have even MORE fun with the kids (if THAT's possible), to continue the quest for a healthy lifestyle, which if I do it right, I'm guessing there'll be a significant weight loss, and to hopefully increase readership with this momontherocks gig. I hope that every year leads me to write just a little bit more, to share just a little more shame in my mommy game, and on very rare occasions, to offer some kind of infinite wisdom and insight. For now, all I can tell you is, you better learn to laugh.
Laugh hard, laugh loud, laugh often.
Happy New Year!
That's how I roll.
