Happy 2012, everyone! I hope your New Year’s Eve was as happy as Tim and Tara’s. The Pesters had a bunch of people over and the children ran around – all dressed in finery from the dress-up collection – and as we commented on Tim’s lovely dress, someone said that he was the lone boy in the group. Tim pointed up and responded vehemently, “Nuh-uh! There’s God and Jesus.” Ok. Point taken.
Brad has left, and I realized that since he comes every six months, my life is being chopped up into half-years. So, instead of making fake New Year’s Resolutions, I’m going to come up with some fake Half Year Resolutions. We’ll check back in July to see if I’ve done any of them.
FHYR #1 – Follow directions better. Remember when I slept so soundly on Wednesday, when I wasn’t butchering a squash? Well, I took one dose of nighttime medicine in the morning and one in the afternoon. Look at this and tell me what you would guess a dose is?
Two tablets, huh? Guess again, Smarty McSmarterson.
No wonder I was comatose.
FHYR #2 – Do more than just scan the headlines at CNN.com. About a year or so ago I was incredibly ashamed at how little I knew about the goings-on of our world, so I bookmarked CNN and started to just look over the front page once a day. That tiny step has helped, but just a little. My poor little brain needs baby steps to grow, so I’ll just push it a little bit.
FHYR #3 – Lighten up. My real-world personality has taken a dive the past couple of years and I’m turning into this crabby, crabby lady who is increasingly pessimistic. I told Lloyd that I remember when I used to be optimistic, but now I’m super-pessimisitic with a veneer of optimism. “You’re a Fake Optimist,” he told me. “You’re a Foptimist!”
I’ll try to change that.
That’s enough for now. I can’t wait until tomorrow when I’ll have completely forgotten these promises I’ve made!