A little accountability is what I'm lookin for, so here it is.
New Year's Resolutions. At our house, "we" actually love these things. "We" get this from Handsome Husband (who has a long history of a. setting goals b. keeping goals and c. being a big Steven R. Covey fan). We have an FHE devoted to them each Jan. Each child (myself included) is expected to come up with a reasonable amount. Handsome types up said goals and posts them for everyone to see. . . we even have quarterly reviews, folks. It's the real deal. So I just try and get excited about them since I know they are inevitable. And we all know that excitedness makes everything much more fun. So as not to be boring about 08 goals, I thought this year I'd organize them in accordance to the old Bride's poem:
"Something Old
Something New
Something Borrowed
Something Blue"
Something New
Something Borrowed
Something Blue"
Immediately upon this organizational strategy's inception I realized that the color for 08 is certainly not Blue it's GREEN. Green doesn't rhyme with "New" so I had to change it to something else. "Lean" won out (much nicer than "mean" and more humble than "queen").
To Review,
revised poem now reads:
"Something Old
Something Lean
Something Borrowed
Something Green."
revised poem now reads:
"Something Old
Something Lean
Something Borrowed
Something Green."
Hmmm. . . .Old.
That's easy. I'll just pick all those old "daily maintenance" goals I always do like diet (aka eat like Kara) and exercise (aka run like Reachel. . . no, no, no that's setting the bar waaaaaayyy too high. Yoga like Reachel. Much better.)
Something Lean?
Lean meats? Diet's already covered. Lean arms???? No, not any leaner than yoga affords.
Lean Budget? Yes!! That's it. Let's be lean with the finances. Keep your money instead of giving it to Target. Yes, very nice goal.
Something borrowed. . .
Reachel mentioned that she's
a. going to go to the opera more this year and also
b. going to bake better bread.
I will tag along on these two.
(Envision with me pulling my fresh made bread out of the oven, lofty and golden, tears in my eyes. . . crying because Madam Butterfly is playing in the background or is it because the bread is just that beautiful?)
Finally, something green.
Reduce, Reuse, Recyle.
I will do more of all of these.
(Did you know the city will give you a "composter" for free? Free fits into the budget! Okay, so its really just an old trash can that they drilled holes in, but it may be worth considering)
AND
I'm giving up having my milk bagged at Fry's.
Pathetically, this is a big deal to me.
They always ask: "do you want your milk in a bag?" I always say "yes, it is much easier to take the milk into the house when it's bagged."
But not anymore. From now on, I'm saying "no" and making an extra trip from the car to the house.
It's a sacrifice, yes. . .but I could use the exercise.
That's easy. I'll just pick all those old "daily maintenance" goals I always do like diet (aka eat like Kara) and exercise (aka run like Reachel. . . no, no, no that's setting the bar waaaaaayyy too high. Yoga like Reachel. Much better.)
Something Lean?
Lean meats? Diet's already covered. Lean arms???? No, not any leaner than yoga affords.
Lean Budget? Yes!! That's it. Let's be lean with the finances. Keep your money instead of giving it to Target. Yes, very nice goal.
Something borrowed. . .
Reachel mentioned that she's
a. going to go to the opera more this year and also
b. going to bake better bread.
I will tag along on these two.
(Envision with me pulling my fresh made bread out of the oven, lofty and golden, tears in my eyes. . . crying because Madam Butterfly is playing in the background or is it because the bread is just that beautiful?)
Finally, something green.
Reduce, Reuse, Recyle.
I will do more of all of these.
(Did you know the city will give you a "composter" for free? Free fits into the budget! Okay, so its really just an old trash can that they drilled holes in, but it may be worth considering)
AND
I'm giving up having my milk bagged at Fry's.
Pathetically, this is a big deal to me.
They always ask: "do you want your milk in a bag?" I always say "yes, it is much easier to take the milk into the house when it's bagged."
But not anymore. From now on, I'm saying "no" and making an extra trip from the car to the house.
It's a sacrifice, yes. . .but I could use the exercise.

