I wrote these resolutions last night, a bit (a lot) tipsy and very tired. My sister-in-law and my daughter did the same, thought theirs looked very different (and my daughter was not at all tipsy). My daughter's final resolution: "Spend more money or put it in the bank." My sister-in-law's final resolution: "Get knocked up."
In the event you don't have super eyeballs, I'll list my resolutions for you here:
1. Paint bedrooms
I know this seems like more of a "To Do List" item, but for me, it's a resolution--if you saw the colors of the bedrooms now, you'd wonder how we could possibly be so lazy to have let them remain as they are
2. Bring in some sort of income
I'm due for a garage sale
3. Learn how to dance like those people on Dancing with the Stars
Definitely a drunk addition
4. Stop being so cheap
5. Spend less money
Contradiction is my prerogative as a woman.
6. Stop Nagging!
You might have noticed this one was not in my handwriting--written not long after I kindly pointed out to my husband that he turned my arroz con pollo into risotto by adding too much broth
7. Be more realistic...cut back on nagging
8. Finish unpacking
Another one of those "To Do" items that must go on a resolutions list in order to get accomplished
9. Write, edit, & query at least 4 books
10. Be more realistic
11. Learn how to make the world's best chili and/or world's best cheesecake
12. Make a lot of noise
I enjoy resolutions with ambiguity (note: this statement is also ambiguous). So very Oprah's Book club of me.
The line in the red linked to number eleven reads, "Unofficial Almost Resolution: Learn how best to bribe agents and snag one." Contrary to popular opinion around here, it does not read, "...shag one."
On another note, tomorrow my oldest daughter turns thirteen. This time thirteen years ago, I'd already been in labor for nearly four days. I had no idea it was 1997; I barely remembered we'd just had Christmas. And I'm fairly certain the only words I wasted breath on were "Kill," "Me," and "Now." Of course, her birth made every one of those tortured moments worth it, and I would go through it again ten times over (note: I was much more demanding about epidurals and c-sections and drugs-give-me-drugs-or-I'll-effing-kill-you the second time around...nine years later....) But I am very grateful for my daughter, the kind of kid that other parents think I've sold my soul for. She's an angel, truly, quite deserving of her wings.
Feel free to send your condolences.
And one more thing...not sure if I'll have a chance to participate myself, though I intend to [Time, you thieving scoundrel!]...but in honor of tomorrow's No Kiss Blogfest hosted by Frankie Mallis of Frankie Writes, and in hangover-like celebration of the New Year, thought I'd post my first kiss of 2010.
Best wishes for a memorable, most prosperous 2009...err...2010....