Ahh, the New Year. Two Thousand Eight. Yep. It's upon us. I have made a couple of resolutions. Now, I pretty much gave up New Year's Resolutions in my early 20s because I never followed through, and decided I would quit setting myself up for failure. Then, a few years ago, I decided I was just setting my goals too broad and high. Yep, nothing like reducing your standards to make your goals attainable. Now my New Year's resolutions are simpler.
This year I Resolve to:
A) Learn to make Chile Con Carne good enough to make my husband cry. I really stink at red chile. My poor husband thinks he has to go all the way to Chalo's in Globe, AZ to get a decent bowl of red chile.
B) Stop being such a potty mouth. Really. You might be surprised, but I have been known to let fly with a little bit of blue language when things get stressful. I never used to cuss at all, but over the years it has creeped up on me. Sort of like flabby abs. SO, to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak, Every time I say a cuss word, I have to do 10 reps on this:
That's it. Those are the self improvement projects I have undertaken this year. What about you?