I'm not big on New Year's resolutions. In my experience, people tend to make them and then break them a week later. That kind of makes them a waste of breath. Don't even get me started on the diet freaks that come out of hiding this time of year and try to make their new diet your new diet. Listen up, people. If I want to eat a french fry, I'm going to eat a french fry, so just lay off already.I'd like to say that my biggest resolutions are selling my house and getting a job before January is over with, but given what I just said about people breaking their resolutions in the previous paragraph, I won't. I don't want to jinx it and keep either from happening. (She says with fingers crossed that yesterday's supposed show fell in love with my town home and is currently writing up an offer). Consequently, I decided yesterday to stick to much easier resolutions this year, the kind that won't result in the world ending if I break them.
For example, take Resolution Number 1: Finish Chandler's $88 Lego Bionicle. Even though I thought that we would never finish it--we've been working on it on and off again since Christmas morning--we just did an hour ago. There were a few close calls where we thought we had lost some crucial parts, but now it's sitting pretty on my nephew's shelf or at least it had better be. If he breaks that darn thing after all the hours we put into it, I'm never going to help him put together another one ever again. I have half a mind to go dig in my mom's junk drawer until I find a bottle or a tube or super glue and glue that baby together.
Resolution Number 2: Wash My New Clothes. I haven't done that yet--don't you just love having to wash new things by themselves--but I intend to tomorrow. If I don't get around to it, oh, well. I may smell a little funky, but it's not the end of the world.
Resolution Number 3: Think of Resolution Number 4. Forgive me, but I have done very little lately other than entertain an eight-year-old. Okay, scratch that. I have done very little lately other than bend to the will of an eight-year-old. Hence the reason that my back hurts from hours on Lego duty and I have the Raving Rabbids TV Party version of Britney Spears' "Toxic" stuck in my head. If you think that the song is annoying coming from Britney, you should hear it when a bunch of screaming, cartoon rabbits sing and you're trying your best to do the dance movements on cue. Super fun.
