BrandiBlog

Like about 99% of Americans, every January 1st I feel compelled to make some sort of resolutions. They are anything from, “I will lose weight this year” to “I will quit smoking” or “I will exercise every day”. These resolutions are always a recipe for disaster that for me typically last for 17 days.

I like to blame my lack of follow through on my birthday. You see, my birthday is January 18th. And that is when it all goes to hell. I’ll eat that birthday cake. And I’ll get a little tipsy and bum a smoke. I’ll say, “Screw working out. It’s my birthday so I get to stay in my pajamas today.” Damn my parents for conceiving me on Easter.

So this year I have decided to make NO RESOLUTIONS! Why set myself up for failure? After all, my track record shows that I never stick to any of them. However, I will promise myself to do these things:

Eat more chocolate.

Watch funny movies.

Play more Tiger Woods PGA Tour on the XBox.

Wear flip flops.

Try some new recipes.

Tell goofy stories.

Wash the bugs off my windshield.

Get a year older and be ok with it.

Wish me luck! If I’m really good, I can accomplish all of these things by January 18th. And if not, no worries. I still have 11 more months to get the bug guts off of my car.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008 at 10:47 pm and is filed under Holidays, Life, cars. You can follow responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response or trackback from your site.