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Well, isn’t this year off to a resounding start. Here I’d planned for some time to have my New Year’s resolutions properly listed and categorized in time for 2011’s departure – I’d resolved to do so, in fact – and here it’s Jan. 6, 2012 and I’m just now getting them out.
So much for my resolve.
Well, what am I going to do? Strive for continued mediocrity? Why set the bar that high? So, what follows is my best crack at doing things better, or at the very least differently for the 51 or so weeks that remain in 2012.
I resolve…
To equip our home with an updated/upgraded Dish Network DVR receiver. When the remote for the upstairs is eating through a set of four batteries every two weeks, something has to be on its last legs.
To not be quite so hypocritical as a parent. Let’s face it, parents, if we’re going to partake in behaviors such as chronically interrupting others while they’re talking, talking with our mouths full of food and texting while we’re behind the wheel, there’s absolutely no point in demanding that our kids not partake in such negative behaviors. After all, they’re watching us more than we think, and probably listening to us less than we think.
To weed our garden more this summer. Oh, who am I kidding? I think I included that in last year’s list of resolutions, and maybe even the year before that. Last summer, I think we harvested 11 tomatoes, two zucchinis and a cucumber that was so nasty it already looked like a pickle when we uncovered it among a grove of thorny thistles in late summer. Who’s up for splitting a share of Jess Luckow’s Whitetail Community Supported Agriculture Garden this year?
To ski, and it doesn’t matter if it’s on water or snow. (This resolution is being included for comic relief purposes only. I…don’t…ski.
To find enough wall space at our home or in my workplace to hang all of the various calendars that so many people like to pass along at Christmas. It’s kind of heartening for this paper-loving soul to see that old-fashioned paper calendars that you have to find a tack for in order to hang them up are still so popular these days, so I’m going to find a home for each and every one of them, even if most of them are still flipped to the month of March when next September rolls around.
Well, isn’t this year off to a resounding start. Here I’d planned for some time to have my New Year’s resolutions properly listed and categorized in time for 2011’s departure – I’d resolved to do so, in fact – and here it’s Jan. 6, 2012 and I’m just now getting them out.
So much for my resolve.
Well, what am I going to do? Strive for continued mediocrity? Why set the bar that high? So, what follows is my best crack at doing things better, or at the very least differently for the 51 or so weeks that remain in 2012.
I resolve…
To equip our home with an updated/upgraded Dish Network DVR receiver. When the remote for the upstairs is eating through a set of four batteries every two weeks, something has to be on its last legs.
To not be quite so hypocritical as a parent. Let’s face it, parents, if we’re going to partake in behaviors such as chronically interrupting others while they’re talking, talking with our mouths full of food and texting while we’re behind the wheel, there’s absolutely no point in demanding that our kids not partake in such negative behaviors. After all, they’re watching us more than we think, and probably listening to us less than we think.
To weed our garden more this summer. Oh, who am I kidding? I think I included that in last year’s list of resolutions, and maybe even the year before that. Last summer, I think we harvested 11 tomatoes, two zucchinis and a cucumber that was so nasty it already looked like a pickle when we uncovered it among a grove of thorny thistles in late summer. Who’s up for splitting a share of Jess Luckow’s Whitetail Community Supported Agriculture Garden this year?
To ski, and it doesn’t matter if it’s on water or snow. (This resolution is being included for comic relief purposes only. I…don’t…ski.
To find enough wall space at our home or in my workplace to hang all of the various calendars that so many people like to pass along at Christmas. It’s kind of heartening for this paper-loving soul to see that old-fashioned paper calendars that you have to find a tack for in order to hang them up are still so popular these days, so I’m going to find a home for each and every one of them, even if most of them are still flipped to the month of March when next September rolls around.
To take time to dream. It is hitching your wagon to a star.
To take time to laugh. It is the music of the soul. (This resolution and the previous one are somehow still embedded in my gray matter from my days long ago as an employee of RBJ’s Restaurant. Both were included on the restaurant’s placemats for some time, amid a dozen or so other inspirational sayings.)
To commence with the “Drive for Five,” as in my fifth fantasy football league championship.
To learn how to better fold laundry. If that doesn’t work, to keep up my ruse that I have no clue how to fold laundry that’s anywhere near my wife’s lofty standards. She: “Would you want to wear jeans with a huge, crooked crease down the leg like that?” Me: “Sure.”
To finish this column free of typos, despite the fact that our four-month old Siamese-mix kitten is sound asleep at this very moment, covering most of my hands and half of my laptop keyboard. He had three vaccinations today; he’s a little wiped out.
To stumble across a show on TV that’s so good I feel the need to DVR it every week in order to make sure I don’t miss it. Listening to so many of our friends talk about all these shows that they constantly DVR and often watch for hours at a time in order to catch up, it makes me wonder what activities I’m wasting my life on while they’re engaged in such enriching experiences.
To continue to defeat my sons at golf. At this point, each victorious round at the course is more precious than the previous one, but I fear my days are numbered.
To dive off the raft or the dock at the lake. Oh, wait a minute, much like skiing, I…don’t…dive. But both our sons are amazing divers, and so is my wife, so it’s all good.
To be a butter person. Oops...good thing I proofread this column closely, because spellcheck wouldn’t pick up “butter.” I meant “better,” but it might be more fun, and definitely easier, to be a butter person.
