Things I Will NEVER Do:
1. BUY A MINI-VAN. Notice that this made the top of the list? There's a good reason. It's the "thing I will never do" that I'm most passionate about. It screams everything that I'm not. I just couldn't handle it.
2. GO CAMPING. Okay, admittedly, I've done it once, but there was a large amount of Captain Morgan's involved and it was a horrific experience anyway. No thanks. There are bugs... no indoor plumbing... no pillow-topped mattresses... and there are bugs.
Monday, January 02, 2006
New Year's Resolutions.
Ick. New Year's Resolutions. The things that make you feel horrible when you create them (after all, you're picking out the worst in yourself and resolving to change it)... and even worse when you break them, making you realize you're just a big fat failure. Notice the irony if your resolution involves any kind of plan to trim your midsection.
My New Year's resolutions this year? Simple. Write and chill out. I've always been told that I possess a talent for writing, and this blog is an attempt to get the creative juices flowing again, so they say. Geez. Resorting to cliches in my writing already. Not good.
The second requires a bit more explanation, if you don't know me already. I am what those psychologist gurus like to call Type A. Notice the capital "T". I have a bad, bad case of it, thank you very much. Which, until about six weeks ago, served me just fine. Our house was always clean. My palm pilot was always charged. And Christmas shopping was done by Thanksgiving, complete with wrapping paper that coordinated with our straight-out-of-Pottery-Barn Christmas tree.
And then we had a baby. Talk about two worlds colliding. It was like throwing fish food on the backside of a snorkeler (something I have witnessed by the way, a stunt pulled by our tour guide on yours truly during our honeymoon... but I digress...) -- lots of flailing arms, screaming, and a bunch of unhappy fish. No... wait. Everything but that last part. Point being? The two don't blend well together, and it makes for a frustrating, albeit funny at times, experience. So, as I settle into this world called Motherhood... I will work to chill out. To care less about a clean house and more about a clean baby. I mean a happy baby. Wait... aren't those the same things?
I hope you stick around to read the posts and feel free to comment on them, be it good or bad.
Happy New Year!
Ick. New Year's Resolutions. The things that make you feel horrible when you create them (after all, you're picking out the worst in yourself and resolving to change it)... and even worse when you break them, making you realize you're just a big fat failure. Notice the irony if your resolution involves any kind of plan to trim your midsection.
My New Year's resolutions this year? Simple. Write and chill out. I've always been told that I possess a talent for writing, and this blog is an attempt to get the creative juices flowing again, so they say. Geez. Resorting to cliches in my writing already. Not good.
The second requires a bit more explanation, if you don't know me already. I am what those psychologist gurus like to call Type A. Notice the capital "T". I have a bad, bad case of it, thank you very much. Which, until about six weeks ago, served me just fine. Our house was always clean. My palm pilot was always charged. And Christmas shopping was done by Thanksgiving, complete with wrapping paper that coordinated with our straight-out-of-Pottery-Barn Christmas tree.
And then we had a baby. Talk about two worlds colliding. It was like throwing fish food on the backside of a snorkeler (something I have witnessed by the way, a stunt pulled by our tour guide on yours truly during our honeymoon... but I digress...) -- lots of flailing arms, screaming, and a bunch of unhappy fish. No... wait. Everything but that last part. Point being? The two don't blend well together, and it makes for a frustrating, albeit funny at times, experience. So, as I settle into this world called Motherhood... I will work to chill out. To care less about a clean house and more about a clean baby. I mean a happy baby. Wait... aren't those the same things?
I hope you stick around to read the posts and feel free to comment on them, be it good or bad.
Happy New Year!
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