New Year Resolution

Happy New Year!

Father, forgive me. It's been like two weeks since my last entry. I took a vacation and I didn't even notice. Typical.

So I've been thinking about 2008 quite a bit lately and have, specifically, been thinking about any Changes I might want to make. You know, Resolutions. There are a few that are obvious. Quit dropping the F bomb. Lose 10 pounds. Fine!!! Make that fifteen pounds. Be sweeter to my FABULOUS husband and my darling kids.

But that's just so...expected. This year I want to really spice it up. Go for the unexpected! This year I will aspire....(drum roll please)...to... win the HGTV Dream House! YES! This is what I REALLY want. Oh please oh please oh please! I want it I want it I want it! I feel like a 6 year old on her first visit to FAO Schwartz. Gimme gimme gimme! I will be a good girl. I won't (any longer) pinch my husbands nose shut when he's sleeping and snoring loudly to see how long it takes him to stop breathing and roll over. I will start making REALLY super duper dinners with green leafy veggies all over the place! I will take my kids to the park MORE often! I will stop buying Chai Lattes at Starbucks that cost $4.19! When I take my aerobics classes I will stop faking sit-ups by pretending that I need a sip of water! I'm telling you...I will be SO good you just won't believe it!!!!!!!!

Please? Pretty please??? With a martini olive on top????!

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