Oh yes, it's time to revisit the old tradition around here fondly known as The Listing of the Anti-Resolutions. While personally I always have an evolving list of actions and changes big and small that I strive toward in my life, I am less fond of the idea of making sweeping grandiose lists at the beginning of a new year simply because of the date on the calendar. HOWEVER, the new year seems a perfect time to list a few things I DON'T want to do in the coming four seasons. Why, do you ask? Well, come on, surely you can imagine how great my satisfaction is when I can look back and confidently say I successfully did not do one solitary thing on the list of things I didn't want to do in 2009. Remember this list?
Things I Didn't Do in 2009- Grow a handlebar moustache.
- Trip a waiter. On purpose.
- Purchase underwear from Craigslist.
- Knit some earrings.
- Try to have small children screaming in public arrested.
- Incorporate more sly winking into my conversations.
- Join the teenage neighbors when they sunbathe on their front lawn.
- Eat only things that are purple. Or striped.
- Enter the female wrestling circuit under the name "Bam-Bam DeVille".
- Give up walking altogether and transport solely via Hippity Hop bouncy ball.
- Master the fine art of de-lousing.
- Wear one of those personal fans on a necklace string and turn it on during social gatherings to get "that Beyoncé Effect"
- Start biting my toenails.
- Ditch everything in my closet and re-populate it only with apparel from the Disney store.
- Become a hibachi chef at Benihana.
It would be a lie to say I'm not proud of myself, especially for not doing number 7. Well, also number 1...though that would have been quite a conversation-starter. But enough chest-pounding over my success, it's time to set the groundwork for the next twelve months. Oh, let's see...what do I NOT want to do in 2010? What can I feel proud of not accomplishing this time next year. Hmm...how about this?
My Anti-Resolutions for 2010:- Gain 12 pounds in one meal.
- Get rid of my cell phone and communicate solely via telegram.
- Ship myself to the White House in a crate full of hope.
- Single-handedly resurrect the Dorothy Hamill haircut.
- Become a roadie for a traveling production of Jersey Shore: The Musical.
- Bring a pie to the gym once a week and eat it on the recumbent bicycle.
- Take up professional Etch-a-Sketching.
- Write iCarly fan fiction.
- Design a bra made out of safety pins.
- Slowly and subversively train my husband to bring me a cheese platter every time the neighbor's dog barks.
- Become President of a local Jon Gosselin fan club.
- Build a fire pit in the bathroom.
- Throw a botox party.
- Write a play about the perils of toe socks.
- Create a candle that smells like rotisserie chicken.
...think I can manage it?