Hello, Mommas and Guests!
Happy 2009! I realized I haven't done an official "New Year Post." New Years is actually my absolute least favorite holiday. For me, it's always been under-whelming. Lots and lots of build-up, with huge expectations for the greatest party EVer, and then it never turns out to be the greatest party ever. This New Years, I have to say, was the most fun I've had at any New Years celebration in years. Nothing fancy - just a simple house party with good friends and family, whiskey shots, a pot of chili, and lots of beer.
New Year's resolutions are, in my mind, just as bogus as New Year's itself. Why do we need something like a change in year in order to alter our behaviors for the better? And what are the odds of actually keeping those so-called promises that we make?
Still, I make them from time to time, just for kicks. This time, I'm serious.
I resolve to:
1) Make more of a concerted effort to help keep the house clean. Kevin usually does most of the dirty work, while I'll pitch in with washing a dish or two. Yesterday, I started making good on my resolution by cleaning up Tebow's vomit on the living room, and not even asking for recognition.
2) Stop spending so much time on the computer. I know it's hard when I'm working on a book, blog, and literary magazine - but still. I think I can do it if I set some boundaries. Like, wrapping this post up in five minutes and making myself a latte instead.
3) Try to get K as addicted to coffee as I am, so that I don't feel like such a bad and weak person. I'm the one that got him into morning coffee, a fact of which I am rightfully proud. Next is to make him a hardcore afternoon drinker like me - a REAL bean head. What would you call that, dragging someone down to your level of addiction? It's kind of like ANGST-I-GATING but not quite. Maybe, addict-stigating?
4) Come to terms, somehow, with the fact that I might not ever have a baby, and be okay with that. I think I could come to terms with it. I'm just not sure my mother could. I'll keep working on her, though. Getting a dog has helped; she certainly spoils her "favorite granddog" (her only granddog, actually) - hence the fact that our vet just told us Tebow is two pounds overweight. Which is a lot for a small dog. Gak! My kid is the fat kid!
5) Get my "pelvic witch" checked out, which I'm doing in a month or so. You know, the mysterious entity clamping down on my uterus with a metal vice, even as I sit here and write. Soon, very soon, a tiny camera-thingy will go into my belly button and down there in the dark depths of my womanhood to search for the witch herself. And nothing is found, then I'm hallucinating, which will really make me depressed.
6) Make it a point to swab my face with witch hazel for clear skin every day, not just some days.
7) Stop being the obnoxious, overprotective, overemotional, over-personifying puppy mother. Really, I know I'm over-the-top. I know I think my dog is the best, and I hear myself groveling for compliments about him. reminder to self: HE'S A DOG.
8) And finally: make it a point to facilitate more father-daughter activities with my dad. He's not the type to switch into social-organizing mode often, so it's got to be me that does it. I'm going to try to do it more often.
There are more, but I won't bore you with the rest.
And off we go, into 2009!