I have two blog posts left in 2010 to cement my place in history. As what? I’m not sure. Which means I probably should just accept that this and the next post will probably be cute and mediocre, and the world will be a much happier place.
Since it’s appropriate to sit here and look back over the past year and cry into my cheerios about everything I didn’t accomplish while making a list of big dreams to turn into my own realities Santa apparently doesn’t read my blog, it only seems fitting to write up my List of Promises to Myself I Will Probably Break of Resolutions.
In the realm of health and fitness:
*Continue to dream about that Husband-sanctioned affair I plan to have with a plastic surgeon so I can score a Mom Job (read: boob lift, tummy tuck, and lipo) while focusing on the reality that I don’t know any plastic surgeons to have an affair with.
*Eat right, work out more, and bitch less. Wait…no. If I do that, I have no blog. Ok…Eat right, work out more, and just bitch. Kind of like Nike…only funnier, right? There, that’s better.
*Cancel my gym membership. *Screeching halt* What? Yeah, you read that right. While the rest of the free world joins Jenny, starts counting points, or waits for their dehydrated Nutrisystem scrambled eggs to show up in the mail while simultaneously doing 15 sets of squats on the way to their shiny new gym, Me and My cellulite will be walking into my old gym sometime soon to sign the break up papers. Before you get all What The Hell and What About The Search for a Smaller Ass, Pauline?, remember that I don’t have time to waste wishing I had gone and then saying Screw it, Where’s My Dairy Queen when I could instead be focusing on what I have readily available to me. (Read: My legs, my shoes, two dogs, a jogging walking stroller, and a kick-ass hilly subdivision. Also? Enough dust on the unused exercise DVDs to start my own bunny farm and a pretty new PS3 and Zumba game to get my Latin-Mama groove on. Bottom line? 2011 is the year of no excuses (ok…I’ll make excuses. But I at the very least Resolve to make them amusing.)
In the the realm of Motherhood:
*Try to say “In a minute” less often.
*Forgive myself for when I say “In a minute” too often.
*Lather, rinse, and repeat.
In the realm of Wifedom:
*Try to say “In a Minute” less often.
*Forgive myself when I say “In a Minute” too often.
*Lather, rinse, and repeat.
*P.S. Add “sex” to my To-Do list more often. The Husband is happy when this happens. He gets attention, I get to cross something off of my To-Do list without ruining the moment by thinking about what I could be doing to cross something else off of my never ending list, and it’s generally a win-win for everyone involved. (Also see “Try to say “In a minute less often.”)
In the realm of writing:
*Because I decided last night that I already met my goal of finding an agent in 2010 (Because I did, dammit. I found 25 of them. *Holds hand up* Stop! My blog post. My semantics war.) I figure I can make 2011 the year an agent finds me. In the bottom of the slush pile. In a hopefully typo-free query.
*Make peace with my Chronic Typosis Disorder and just deal. There’s a reason I went into REPORTING and not COPY EDITING. Namely, I didn’t get the copy editing job. And? I typo like it’s going out of style and I just can’t let go. We have a neighbor like that. She never met a can of aqua net and a bang wave she didn’t like. If she can look in the mirror and think that looks good, I can hit publish on a blog post or write muff top in a query and still think I am a good person, dammit!
*Keep trying. Keep querying. Keep writing. And? Buy more rejection panties. I’m a big girl with big dreams and (shut up) I can only bitch if the rejections stop coming in. Because that means I’ve stopped trying. Which isn’t going to happen because I just said it wouldn’t so…moving on...
*Start that Super Secret Project with Juliette that doesn’t involve zombies or crossbows.
*Buy less shoes so I can bank the unspent cash for a writing conference or two. Ok, fine. Less shoes and less purses. And clothes. Definitely less clothes.
In the realm of All Things Pauline:
*Keep dreaming. In the I can do EEET! kinda way and not that Keep dreaming, asshole kinda way. Because I think I can. Even if they say I can’t.
Which reminds me:
*Figure out who THEY actually is. Because dude, it’s driving me crazy. And…wait…that’s an entirely new blog post…
Fantastic blog – great fun while being very very truthful!
I remember being told some years ago that “in a minute” was a lie you do [i]not[/i] want your kids to copy – I cured myself pretty quickly after that.
Definitely keep writing (love your writer’s voice!) and keep querying. All the best to you, hubby and Buttercup for 2011 – may it be memorable for all the right reasons!
I’m a proud member of Poor Man’s gym. My treadmill is the sidewalk, my stair-stepper machine is the stairs in the parking garage at work. Weight set? Have you ever carried around groceries? Instead of a cart, get a couple baskets & your biceps will thank you (make people stare by lifting them up and down as you cruise through the store). If you want to work out with light weights at home, make sure you throw a few cans of soup in the basket.
I’m totally with you on letting the agents find you.
Keep it up. As long as you keep moving forward you get to where you’re going.
Good luck to you in 2011 with all of your resolutions.
LK