Last year I was overtaken with the need to be green, an idea that may be attributed to purchasing reusable grocery bags, but could aslo be the result of doing too many dishes in Dawn. I’m still not sure; however, my NEW YEAR’S GREEN post remains one of my most popular. If you’re in the mood to laugh, go read it.
It’s unfortunate that today my mattress seems to have swallowed up my funny bone along with my hip bone and right shoulder. Seriously, if I don’t get a new mattress soon, I may be mistaken for a senior citizen. As it is, my left hip makes squeaking noises and my right arm has lost all feeling from the elbow down. I’m thinking about having WD-40 cocktails before bed.
As intriguing as my pinched nerves and stiff joints can be, the purpose for today’s post is to discuss the New Year.
You know, 2010!
It’s as if we were just filling our cellars with canned corn and bottles of Diet Coke, while hiding our children in the attic and preparing ourselves to shoot anyone who dared climb our porch. At least that’s what some doomsday enthusiasts were doing during Y2K.
Me? I was preparing to have my first baby, eating my way through every fast food restaurant in Maine, and concocting ways to keep from going into labor at work. I simply did not trust the guy in the next cubicle to get me to the hospital. He stole my snacks.
A full ten years has passed since the days of swollen ankles, hidden Dunkin Donuts wrappers, and the New Year’s party that had the potential of crashing every computer in our modern world. If that had happened, I may still be writing “Dear Diary” and missing out on all your great comments.
Since I’m losing control of time and quickly approaching my mid-thirties (Yes, I just admitted my age; however, I reserve the right to tamper with my birthdate in upcoming posts.), I have big plans this year. I don’t often make lists, because they end up in a wad at the bottom of my purse, but here goes.
1. Write a book.
2. Convince you to buy my book.
3. Open a thrift store with the look and feel of an upscale boutique.
4. Stop being grumpy, even before coffee. Life really is too short for my mood swings.
5. Lose 15 pounds. What would a New Year’s list be without a weight-loss goal?
6. Paint my staircase.
7. Live each day without regrets.
That’s the end of my list. There’s more of course, but if I put it in print, I’ll get overwhelmed. Seven seemed like a good place to stop.
What about you?
What’s on your New Year’s list??
I pray it’s a happy and healthy one for you. The best one ever.