I feel rather like those demotivational posters over at Despair, Inc. How does one go about being non-resolutional in a firm, determined fashion? Does one? I feel as though my lack of a New Year's resolution makes me the object of this saying. See, I'm helping all of you who make the resolutions. :)
So I'll just entertain you all by telling you about other people's resolutions. 'K? 'K.
According to the U.S. Government (always a highly entertaining source of information), these are the top thirteen resolutions made in the States:
- Lose Weight
- Pay Off Debt
- Save Money
- Get a Better Job
- Get Fit
- Eat Right
- Get a Better Education
- Drink Less Alcohol
- Quit Smoking Now
- Reduce Stress Overall
- Reduce Stress at Work
- Take a Trip
- Volunteer to Help Others
Speaking of Scottish literature, Burns reminds me of one of my all-time favorite novels, Thorn in My Heart, by Liz Curtis Higgs. It's set in late 17th century Scotland and is a romance of torturous proportions. Read it. Don't yell at me when you finish it and find there's a sequel. And a third. It's a phenomenal book.
Where was I? Oh. Yeah. At least this guy seems to be a little more realistic, if one has to make promises to oneself. I like the first one: Aim low. Step four, always a winner in my book (well, ignoring the fact that there shouldn't be more than three steps, but in this case I make allowances) is to reward yourself. So when I lose that 15 pounds, I'm having a pizza party, topped off with a pint of Ben 'n' Jerry's. And step five is Wait till spring to start. But I don't think I can wait that long for pizza and ice cream. So I'll just skip to step four.
In case I really do want to learn to tap and play polka accordion, there are web sites to help. This one is the epitome of tap instruction, including "Put on your shoes and some cool music". Thanks for playing. Once I've got that down pat, I'll hop over to hop over to AccordionLinks.com for a little fun. Honestly? I have always wanted to learn to play the accordion. I've even attempted to coerce my musically talented daughter (it does NOT come from my side of the family) to take lessons. No dice. Maybe one of my boys will want to be like Weird Al one day and learn to play.
For the curious, the above picture is my dog, Patches. No reason.
Until I write again ...