New Year's Un-Resolution

OK. New Year's resolution. Some say they are for idealists, procrastinators, disorganized people, people with short attention spans, people who like to start things, people who like to think that by some miracle this...THIS will be the year that it will all change. Suddenly I will pay all my bills on time, I will not forget a birthday, I'll keep all my receipts, never overdraw my bank account, quit coffee, call my mom every day, call my mother-in-law every day, limit myself to one new pair of shoes a month, loose the belly pooch, get some little biceps, moisturize, and finally wax my armpits.

Sigh.
Sniff.
Sigh again.

Sadly, no.

I am apologizing in advance for all the birthdays I will not remember. Happy birthday everyone! There, that should do it. If you don't love me enough to read my blog, then it's ok if I forget your birthday anyway, so I'm covered.

I can't even keep track of my car keys...keeping receipts is out of the question.

Quit coffee...I DON'T THINK SO!!!!!!

Call my mom every day, well, I think that would drive her crazy...she has enough going on with Isaac's Boy Scout adventures, Bethany's Facebook addiction, Tammy's scripture memorizing, and Dad's mid-life surfing crisis.

Call my mother-in-law every day, well actually I should do that she would love it.

Kevin would love it if I limited myself to one pair of shoes a month!

The belly pooch is hereditary and is NEVER leaving...thanks mom! Me getting biceps is like Big Bird trying to tone his legs...just not in the cards.

I would have to get up two minutes earlier to moisturize and that is just not worth the pain. And in order to wax my armpits, that would mean I have to let the hair grow first and that's just gross.

Well, I actually am an idealist, I procrastinate a LOT, I am disorganized, I have a short attention span, I love to start things, and this year, like every other year, I like to think that by some miracle this...THIS will be the year that it will all change. But I know myself well enough by now to know that making all sorts of crazy resolutions is emotional suicide. Setting myself up for utter and complete failure...a crash and burn that happens the third week of January every single year when I kick my shoes off, throw caution to the wind, and go running down the beach flinging those pesky resolutions into the churning surf like skipping stones.

Well, maybe this year will be different. 31st time's the charm?

I'll try this: I'll keep it simple.

My one resolution this year will be: I will write in my blog. I'm not saying any more...like how often or what about or how many words per entry. That would be too many rules. Just this: I will document my whirlwind of an existence as best I can. This is a good start, so here goes!! Stay tuned!!