I have two things to mention…maybe three.
1) Video of Bok-Boks: (listen for the little guy yelling: “Wait, bok-boks!”)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOuOwKLNB6w
2) I’m painting my bathroom this week. Actually, at this very moment, there is a stripper in my bathroom…hahahaha! I know what you’re thinking:) Shame on you!:) I am using a chemical (safe for indoor use, biodegradeable, nice citrus smell) stripper on my cabinets. I want them to look like wood. Which they are. Sort of. If you count very cheap wood…which I do. I am going to fix up that stuff so nice, you will think it is very good wood.:) Then I’m going to paint. The walls. Then, this guy I know, my Bro-In-Law (Hi B!) is going to tile the floor. (this guy tiles for fun. it’s his hobby. really.) When it’s done, you can come over and see it, or, if you are not into that, or you don’t know where I live, or you live in FREAKING GEORGIA FOR PETE’S SAKE, I will put pics up. Too bad I always forget about the before pics….
3) I am making 3 um, sort of like resolutions, but NOT RESOLUTIONS because I am not someone who buys into that whole ‘I-can-change-my-whole-life-this-year-even-tho-I-have-had-zero-success-in-keeping-even-ONE-resolution-in-the-past-except-that-one-about-losing-weight-which-if-you-count-up-all-the-pounds-I’ve-lost-over-the-years-it-adds-up-to-a-sumo-wrestler…’ But I digress..
Jessica. She is my problem. She read last week’s post and sort of freaked out. She thinks I am giving up on life and the lack of New Year’s goal setting is the prime example. I explained my views, and she listened quietly, then said:
Make some resolutions, Mom. Call them goals.
Me: no
J: Yes. Mom! Please! Do it for me! Do it for yourself!
(At this point, she actually teared up. She’s 13)
Me: How many? (If you know me, you know I cannot stand to see this kid cry. Ugh.)
J: 5
Me: 5??? Are you kidding me? How about
ONE
J: 4
Me: 2
J:3
Me: Ok.
So now, I’m thinking of some. And you can forget any mention of weight loss (already doing it, only 20 to go to goal), caffeine consumption (diet pepsi is the glue that makes my life possible) or money (I run a daycare out of my house with my guy. We have 7 kids, 6 chickens, a cat, and no health insurance. There is zero chance that this is the year our money situation improves.) I refuse to ‘get organized’. What does that even mean? I think people think it means: Run to Walmart and buy tons of plastic storage totes. I’m good with my plastic storage situation. Really.
Since those are out, I need something new. Something that could ACTUALLY HAPPEN.
I gotta think.
I need a pepsi.
I’ve got to go finish that bathroom…OH MY HECK! That could be a GOAL!
One down, 2 to go:)
