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I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. Every year I make the usual resolutions. Like lose weight. Be a better person. Get organized. Too general, I guess cause they never seem to pan out. This year I determined to be a bit different. Maybe have some baby-step goals and see where it leads me. So here are my resolutions for 2007.
1. Write at least once a week. I feel my knowledge of the English language is disappearing. Nouns seem to float by without any connections. I often come up with words that start with the same sound and mutter on. It gets embarrassing when you can describe every attribute of something almost down to its molecular level, but yet can’t come up with it’s proper name. So maybe the act of writing will help blow some of the cobwebs out of the attic.
2. Be more healthy. Not just lose weight, but actually do things that are health smart. Go see the doctor. Get a physical. Get more sleep. Eat 3 meals a day. Stop the junk food raids in the kitchen. Walk. Take the steps. Little things like that. Even plan to get a bike in the spring. I do not and will not focus on loosing weight. I hate how everyone goes on fad diets and becomes a food zealot not only watching what they eat, but what you eat as well.
3. Get some education. Take some classes in things I want to learn whether they are part of my job or not. If I want to take a course in under-water-basket-weaving, then so be it.
4. Record one year of books. I want to see how much and what I read.
5. Take more bubble baths. I got the tub, I need to use it. Guess this falls under taking time out for me.
Let’s see how far I get. Happy New Year. May 2007 be better than 2006.
Ciao
Christmas lately seems to be a pain in the butt. I can’t get my SO to give me hints or a list for gifts. This has been a running 18 year battle. I ask. He says he’ll think about it. I ask. He says he’ll think about it… You get the picture. Happens for birthdays too.
Christmas at work has almost become farcical. Can you actually wish someone a Merry Christmas? Our Christmas party this year was a “Holiday Team Building Event” at which Santa appeared, told naughty jokes, and we did a Yankee gift swap.
My folks are coming over for Christmas and I have no idea what to make to eat. My SO wants tuna. My folks are beef and potato kinda peeps. I just want peace and quiet for the day. Ever since we got the house, my SO thinks we should entertain the world. His idea of entertain is to invite then sit back and watch. I cook, clean, put everything together… But enough of the bitchin’.
Merry Christmas everyone! Happy Holidays to those who don’t…
Ciao
1 1/2 acres grass
3 1/2 acres trees
7 mammoth oaks
a bazillion leaves
50 bazillion acorns
a squirrel convention
1 rake
1 fine set of blisters
another set of blisters
leaves raked
priceless
Today is my birthday. Happy Birthday me.
I took off work to celebrate. Got gloomy almost immediately as a crisis at work took the morning and the weather was downright ugly. But as I sat there fighting through the issues, I gazed outside. Even if Mother Nature was pouting, she sure was putting on a show. The fall leaves were in full change. The sky was an angry scudding backdrop while all colors flew by the windows. Acorns pelted off the roof and squirrels were holding on for dear life.
I grabbed my camera and made for the outdoors. I couldn’t capture all the colors that were around me. My hair was flying into the picture. But I didn’t care. The wind was exhilarating. The sky was beautiful. The sun was popping in and out of the cloud cover causing the reds and greens to glow.
Then it dawned on me. I was damn lucky to live where I do. I have a beautiful home on 5 gorgeous wooded acres. The sheer joy of being alive overwhelmed me.
Happy Birthday me.
Why are the bananas in my homemade rum floating? They started the day at the bottom of the bottle and now are floating gently to the top.
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 