And by backwards, I mean the opposite of resolutions. Like the opposite of a resolution should actually be called an Anti-Resolution. Or something.
Anyway. This year, in 2011, I resolve to NOT wear orange or yellow. As a rule. I look hideous in those colors.
In 2011, I resolve to NOT look at myself naked in the mirror. Because that is some scary shit right there. Not that I do that ever. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
In 2011, I resolve to NOT ever, in a million years cook lamb. Or eat it. It brings me back to a moment in time when Mom tried to save money and feed us Lamb-burgers instead of hamburgers. Scarred for life.
In 2011, I resolve to NOT make a myspace account. Hello? That is so 2008.
In 2011, I resolve to NOT download any Miley Cyrus to my itunes. Except. If there is a song she sings that I happen to like or something. That's my loophole statement.
In 2011, I resolve to NOT spend 6 hours and 23 minutes on the comfy red chair perusing blogs. Just putting that out there.
In 2011, I resolve to NOT pay one iota of attention to the old biological clock ticking and ticking and ticking madly away. Four kids is plenty for me. Plenty, I say.
In 2011, I resolve to NOT ask miscellaneous people for directions because
In 2011, I resolve to NOT start a bunch of projects I can't finish. I really need to be more picky and choosy. There are only so many hours in my day, you know?
In 2011, I resolve to NOT set myself up for failure by attempting to accomplish unattainable resolutions. That just happened.
Now those are some pretty impressive anti-resolutions right there. I'm going to get right on them. Like today. Like in a minute. Like, as soon as I wrap this post up.
Done.
I read somewhere that someone (I know, specific, huh?) said, "I resolve to not start smoking, so that I won't have to stop." What a brilliant idea! I resolve to not start smoking either!
ReplyDeleteI think you should join me by adding Miley to your prayer list.
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