On the other things I've been thinking about since my last post back in December, or January. I can't actually remember but I know I wanted to talk about New Years Resolutions.
Lets start with the obvious
I want to be lighter on the scale and have a smaller pant size. A long time ago, like the month before I became pregnant with my first kid, I was a size 8. That is a really good size. I admit I looked like a Barbie Doll, with my big Dolly Parton Size boobs! But I worked at a Bikini Bar, so I guess you could say I was really into exercising. And As for looking like Dolly Parton, that goes back to the first wish I ever made, back in the second grade. Why an 8 year old wished for Boobs like Dolly Parton, I don't know, perhaps some crazy shrink has an answer, like I spent too much time looking at my Dad's Playboys.
I want to be more vigilant when it comes to posting updates on my blog. I like to write on this. I like it. It's a little like seeing your name in lights on the Theater Marque. It's a bit of fun. It's great for reliving stress. It's also great for avoiding doing things like moping the floor or putting pants on my two year old. I guess I am saying I would like to post each week, in my fantasy world I would post everyday, but really who would be reading that?
I also want my finances to make sense. You know, the check book balances, and you don't overdraw your checking account on a regular basis. I would also like to have cash in the savings account that is actually for savings and not to pay the overdraft fee. So maybe I need a budget? Then again that sounds oh so boring.
I want to earn money in my new career. My new boss seems to be great. She is organized or seems to be. She is understanding and seems to understand my reluctance to jump right in and WIN, to quote Charley Sheen. She also seems to understand basic math and that things like paying for child care are expensive if you are not generating an income to replace what you used.
I want to exercise. Before I got my crazy boss I was doing well. Not fabulous. I wasn't loosing 2 pounds a week or anything. But I was feeling better. Now, I don't know if it was all the crazy boss or a bit of the winter blues, but I stopped, and now I feel flabby.
I want to be organized. You know like those people you admire, the ones that are never late and never need to apologize for the Linus like chaos that follows them. I want to be prepared, I want to know what I need, what I need to do to get it, and who I need help from. It's weird, I just want to feel like normal people do. Normal people rarely suffer from deer in headlights syndrome.
Adult Content: Dude you know you want this crap.
I want to replace my Vib. I miss my vib. It made the kids antics less, frustrating, if only for a minute. Lets face it I have a short attention span, and spending more than 10 minutes with the Vib or my husband leads to loss of interest. Or maybe its just wandering interest. I am certain my husband appreciates that in the middle of it, I am suddenly thinking about the grocery list, or that email, or the clothes that need to be mended. Or maybe I am just in outer space, I have know idea, its sorta random, ranging from all the chores I didn't do, the kids, the car, the job, the education, my dry lips(both), the dogs, the weird shadow on the ceiling, how itchy the sheets feel, or how I need to change positions again.
Anyway, why do people make Resolutions? Aren't they usually forgotten by the end of January? Is it because they don't have a plan or people to hold them accountable. Are they even good?
So what are my steps? Dude, you do know I have ADHD? And maybe a bit OCD. Yeah, I get upset when my hairspray is not in its proper place or someone moves the Paprika from the place I last put it. Yeah, I have ideas. No I don't have them written out.
Oh, I also want to write out the house rules. Ask my why. Maybe I will write it later. Just like the steps to finish the New Years Resolutions.....
Lets start with the obvious
I want to be lighter on the scale and have a smaller pant size. A long time ago, like the month before I became pregnant with my first kid, I was a size 8. That is a really good size. I admit I looked like a Barbie Doll, with my big Dolly Parton Size boobs! But I worked at a Bikini Bar, so I guess you could say I was really into exercising. And As for looking like Dolly Parton, that goes back to the first wish I ever made, back in the second grade. Why an 8 year old wished for Boobs like Dolly Parton, I don't know, perhaps some crazy shrink has an answer, like I spent too much time looking at my Dad's Playboys.
I want to be more vigilant when it comes to posting updates on my blog. I like to write on this. I like it. It's a little like seeing your name in lights on the Theater Marque. It's a bit of fun. It's great for reliving stress. It's also great for avoiding doing things like moping the floor or putting pants on my two year old. I guess I am saying I would like to post each week, in my fantasy world I would post everyday, but really who would be reading that?
I also want my finances to make sense. You know, the check book balances, and you don't overdraw your checking account on a regular basis. I would also like to have cash in the savings account that is actually for savings and not to pay the overdraft fee. So maybe I need a budget? Then again that sounds oh so boring.
I want to earn money in my new career. My new boss seems to be great. She is organized or seems to be. She is understanding and seems to understand my reluctance to jump right in and WIN, to quote Charley Sheen. She also seems to understand basic math and that things like paying for child care are expensive if you are not generating an income to replace what you used.
I want to exercise. Before I got my crazy boss I was doing well. Not fabulous. I wasn't loosing 2 pounds a week or anything. But I was feeling better. Now, I don't know if it was all the crazy boss or a bit of the winter blues, but I stopped, and now I feel flabby.
I want to be organized. You know like those people you admire, the ones that are never late and never need to apologize for the Linus like chaos that follows them. I want to be prepared, I want to know what I need, what I need to do to get it, and who I need help from. It's weird, I just want to feel like normal people do. Normal people rarely suffer from deer in headlights syndrome.
Adult Content: Dude you know you want this crap.
I want to replace my Vib. I miss my vib. It made the kids antics less, frustrating, if only for a minute. Lets face it I have a short attention span, and spending more than 10 minutes with the Vib or my husband leads to loss of interest. Or maybe its just wandering interest. I am certain my husband appreciates that in the middle of it, I am suddenly thinking about the grocery list, or that email, or the clothes that need to be mended. Or maybe I am just in outer space, I have know idea, its sorta random, ranging from all the chores I didn't do, the kids, the car, the job, the education, my dry lips(both), the dogs, the weird shadow on the ceiling, how itchy the sheets feel, or how I need to change positions again.
Anyway, why do people make Resolutions? Aren't they usually forgotten by the end of January? Is it because they don't have a plan or people to hold them accountable. Are they even good?
So what are my steps? Dude, you do know I have ADHD? And maybe a bit OCD. Yeah, I get upset when my hairspray is not in its proper place or someone moves the Paprika from the place I last put it. Yeah, I have ideas. No I don't have them written out.
Oh, I also want to write out the house rules. Ask my why. Maybe I will write it later. Just like the steps to finish the New Years Resolutions.....
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