You may be finding yourself like I am right now. I’m, first of all alone. No plans, except hundreds of DVDs to watch. My mom called and wanted me to go down to her house (thirty-five miles away!). I don’t know about you, but driving that far, on a night when “Drunks Reign,” does not sound appealing. I am a non-drinker myself, so no “invites!”
So here I am pondering the dreaded word ...”resolutions.” And just to make sure I have enough time to ponder a ... list I have no plans. Could this be a sign? Who knows? So as I sit here before the fire and I do want to emphasize ALONE, I wonder if I should give it a shot. There’s always the usual resolutions: 1. Start an exercise program, 2. Quit chewing nicotine gum (to which I am now addicted to instead of the few cigarettes I smoked off and on for five years), 3. Start going to a professional hairdresser rather than spending hours trying to undo pink hair that I have dyed and cut for years, and 4, my favorite; change my whole personality.
This last one is my favorite because it is so vague. I could do just about anything a meet this goal. Unfortunately, it would require a frontal lobotomy or a “bottle in front of me!” What’s with all these promises or lists for us to be better? Are we not enough, just the way God made us? It’s all a bunch of delusional hullabaloo, probably filtered down from the “great” leader in need of most change ... President Bush! I’m not going to go political on you, so you can read on.
Yes, I believe in being better each day and I keep trying, but as I am currently in “human form” it is impossible to do anything with my body that is significant. I can’t take away the sagging fifty-eight year old elephant skin on my legs, after losing fifty pounds. The tiny bouquet of wrinkles in the middle of my cheeks aren’t going to go away, because I can’t afford Restylane. And my boobs are in a contest to see which one will reach my waist first!
