Fan Friday—Resolutions


I’m sure most people think about making those New Year’s resolutions, and many actually do. I’d like to know the percentage of people who follow through and keep them for a month, or six, or even all year . . .

I don’t need to make any this year, because I found the ones I’d written for both 2005 and 2009.

Let’s take a look:

2005—

Lose 10 pounds

Stop smoking

Do one fun thing with kids each week

Have one date with Dennis each week

Ten years ago. How did I do? Well, I’ve certainly lost those ten pounds; and found them, and lost them. I did not stop smoking. My bad. Do one fun thing with the kids each week? Can’t remember back that far, but currently my kids are 29, 23, and 18. “Fun” and “mom” don’t really go together anymore . . .

Dates with my husband? Well, in the past year those consist of things like laying floor tile or installing cabinets . . . Do we party or what??

Let’s look at 2009—

Buy one carton, stop smoking when finished

Lose 30 pounds – XXX start

Declutter and downsize stuff

Finish genealogy project

Finish novel

Finish degree

Hmm. Again with the smoking. Still not there. Lose 30 pounds?? WTH?? Well, the good news is that I also wrote down my current weight, and that hasn’t changed. And no, I’m not telling!

Declutter and downsize. Well, in November of 2010 we moved into this house, and now we’re moving to the farm, so yes, this is happening!

Finish my genealogy project. Okay, maybe in ten years . . . honestly, it’s such a huge project, and ongoing, and . . . well, I do still work on it. Sometimes.

Finish novel. YAY! I did this, three times! I did not do it in 2009, but 2012-2013, and that wasn’t the book I was talking about then, but yes, goal accomplished!

Finish my degree. Well, this one is a long story:

I graduated high school a year early, at the end of my junior year. High school was not fun, it was a PITA. So I went off to college.

Five times.

Never could manage more than a semester or two at a time, I don’t know why. So finally, around 2005 I think, I decided to look up how many hours I had finished. It took a while, since I didn’t quite remember all the schools I’d attended, but then I remembered the last one (okay, the third and the fifth, same school) and discovered they had an online program now.

Glory be.

I signed up and finished about 60 hours in a year. Almost there!

Then we moved back to STL, and I planned to CLEP the rest but that was about when my middle kid decided to go nuts. I was a little busy dealing with all that—police, DFS, juvie, military school, etc., etc. So I bit the bullet and enrolled again. 3.9. thankyouverymuch, until that damn algebra could no longer be avoided.

And try, I did—I emailed profs, deans, college president. No dice. But I did manage a D. As my daughter would say, “D is for degree!”

May of 2011. Finally. Only took me 30 years. Oy.

So there’s a brief, if incomplete, history of my New Year’s resolutions. I’m sure there are more around somewhere, but my computer can’t find them. And I’m equally sure I didn’t handwrite them; those kinds of things can be found by anyone!

Basically, each year, my NYRs are the same things: to get healthier and to get things done. I don’t think I need a list for that, I know what they are—apparently the same things I’ve been working on for years. Decades. Good grief. I should know them by now.

And I do. And I will.

So there.     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Work Wednesday—NOT at the Farm


Well, while all this remodeling has just been a barrel of laughs, a super fun activity and all that, this week’s post is brought to you by Paperwork.

Sigh.

It’s not bad enough that January 1st brings the beginning of the month, which means a few hours doing royalty statements for RHP, but it also brings the beginning of the year or rather, in my case, the END of the year.

And that means accounting, personal and business, and taxes, and this year the FAFSA, and a health insurance issue—see last week—and de-decorating the house from Christmas.

Sigh.

So my husband is down at the farm, batching it and eating crap, but most importantly, he’s tiling the office and bedroom and finishing the last bedroom wall.

And that’s a big HALLELUJAH, but it also means that very soon I can start dragging some furniture down there so I can move down the boxes I’ve packed that are starting to fill up the garage again.

And the living room.

Yes, got a bit ahead of myself.

But really, I saw no point in putting non-holiday stuff back up on the mantel, etc., when I’d just have to take it down again. Besides, it’s almost time to put the house on the market and we’ve got a few minor repairs and things to do here.

Much easier without the clutter.

So, no pics, no exciting stories of my sorta/kinda ineptitude with paint and so forth, but just know that I’m thinking about all that endless tile while I sit here, buried in paperwork . . .