Or, are we just calling it Two Thousand Ten? Two-zero One-zero?
Sorry — the on-air personalities of CBS’s “The Early Show” are having a (lame) debate as to what to call our next year.
While I’m tired of hearing their weak attempts of humor this early in the morning — ok, ok. So it’s NOT early if it’s nearly 9 am . . . I promise you would think it was just a wee bit early if your Mr. Boy decided to party every 45 minutes ALL STINKIN’ NIGHT LONG! Boo, Mr. Boy — Boo, I say!
Now, where was I? Oh, yes — these people aren’t as clever and witty as they think they are. Well, Harry is (and one mighty good lookin’ bald man, I might add), but the rest just need to go home instead of punishing us with stupid comments and facial expressions. Can you tell my coffee hasn’t kicked in yet?
Despite being annoyed with these people, they have got me thinking about the new year and (like nearly everyone else) what I want to accomplish over the next 12 months.
New Year’s Resolutions.
Not that I’ve ever successfully kept up with any in my previous 30 years (oops — 31. I keep forgetting I’m officially old now, thanks to my birthday two weeks ago), but I’m going to try them out again. Perhaps making them official — here on the blog — will help me achieve these goals. One can always hope.
Here we are . .. imagine the fanfare of brass trumpets (heck, throw in a couple of trombones and a few french horns while you’re at it) in the background as you read.
- Teach the Little Lady to use the “R” sound when she says the word “Fork.” Mommy would like to avoid anymore embarrassing conversations where the Little Lady demands “a big girl ‘fo[r]k.”
- Regrow some hair. Thanks to waning post-partum hormones, I might just have a few sections that are dangerously close to becoming official bald spots. I’d like to avoid that.
- Get on an real cleaning schedule. I’m so tired of having to overhaul my house anytime company threatens to visit. Hubby must agree with me because he purchased Motivated Moms scheduler and a Shark Steam Mop for me. (Normally, I might be a bit perturbed that my husband would purchase things like these for me — as CHRISTMAS presents — but they were something I mentioned to him. So no “jumping all over my husband” for buying an unromantic gift)
- Start exercising and lose the bit of baby fluff I still have. There’s really no excuse for NOT doing this. I have pockets of time throughout the day AND our cable’s On-Demand offers TONS of free exercise videos . . . I actually sat on my couch yesterday and watched a couple. Yes, I watched them. Coffee in hand. Tin of gingersnaps beside me. I wanted to be comfortable while I decided what regiment I want to start in the new year. Don’t judge.
I think that’s about it for now — goodness, why am writing “for now?” This is IT! Any more and there’s no way I’d complete anything.
Now . . . .where are those cookies I mentioned? I’m hungry and it’s not the New Year yet, so I’m free to snack for a few more days.
