Moving on to 2012. Hi 2012. Like how I am updating this blog almost a week after? Well....truth is I haven't been lazy, but we haven't had internet due to the high winds. Today the Skybeam dude came out and told me the dish on my roof was pointing upward instead of down. Ok, then.
I haven't ever been a huge fan of resolutions simply because I am really bad at keeping them. If someone said, "I think you should make a resolution to eat gummy bears and popcorn daily," sure no problem. (Wait, that isn't a resolution....that's my diet.) This year though I thought I would jump on the bandwagon and attempt to set some realistic goals that even I can accomplish because they are so simple. So without further adieu, my top 10 list of resolutions for 2012:
10. Win the HGTV Dream Home 2012 in Park City, Utah.
Ok, so I might as well throw in dinner with Robert Redford while I am out there too. Seeing as I would have to sell my soul to the Devil to win that resolution. Unfortunately Dave can't play the golden fiddle well enough to get me out of that deal. But damn....wouldn't that house be nice?
9. Bathe the Dipshit Dingo Dog.
He stinks. Nuff said. Today he showed up outside the back door with an empty 20 lb. bag of Friskies cat food on his head. We don't have a cat, so I am not sure what trash he was digging in.
8. Run and dance more.
I got this one in the bag, because I don't do either as much as I could right now, so anything I do is good. I did attempt to put on some pointe shoes tonight after I talked to 2 friends today about pointe shoes and Sleeping Beauty auditions coming up. Yeah, it wasn't pretty, even in the kitchen and especially on my bad ankle. Unless Sleeping Beauty has a need for a wicked old hag named Ethel who lives deep in the woods amongst the woodland creatures and locks up small children, we won't be attempting to skip on pointe like Little Red Riding Hood. We'll just put the memory of that roll back on it's dusty shelf and leave well enough alone.
7. Paint some trim inside the house.
Notice I didn't say the barn. (Laughing to self) Because, that is a lead paint can full of worms I don't want to open. I am pretty sure it might be easier to learn how to yodel like Jewel instead.
6. Watch more movies.
This would be great. If only my children would find a way to occupy themselves while I do this. If only I could manage to stay up past 9 pm to finish it. And before y'all suggest we watch it together like on big happy freakin family, I wasn't thinking of anything G-rated, animated, or involving a talking animal in a costume saving the world. (By the way, Muppets don't count.)
5. Keep up with the dishes every night.
(Laughing to self harder this time) I'll get right on that.
4. Snowboard more.
It was good to get up again last week after such a long hiatus despite the 80 mile an hour wind gusts that actually pushed me down the hill, and runs so icy they made me take a digger on a pinecone. Let me just say a pinecone in the ass hurt like a bejesus. (Go ahead and make your dirty jokes folks.) I am pretty sure I peed a bit when I landed too, because snowboarding after 2 c-sections just isn't the same as my carefree college days.
3. Keep up with the laundry every week.(Laughing even harder out loud)
2. Buy only what I need.
This includes any unnecessary crap or clothing I don't need, because I should be able to make do with 20 pairs of black yoga pants that won't ever see the inside of a yoga studio right??? Notice I didn't involve the word Target in this resolution, because that would be impending doom from the start.
1. Lose some weight.
Ok, so I realize this is the most unrealistic goal out of them all, but it really is the most simple if you think about it. I'll just eat less. (Did I mention we ate at the Olive Garden tonight? We won't talk about my breadstick tally before they brought out the Tiramisu.) So if I am dancing, even my one class a week, I should be eating like I was back the good ol' dance days? No, not the Gelsey diet, because the only little blue pills I pop are Aleve, but a steady diet of Diet Red Bull, oranges, peas, rice, and I Can't Believe It's Not Butter Spray Butter should do the trick.
And that's about it. I am off to fulfill my daily clicking to register for the HGTV Dream Home Giveaway. If anyone is headed to Utah soon, and they happen to run into Robert Redford while out and about, tell him I have dinner planned for the new house. I hope he likes peas and rice! :)