The Rejectionist has provided us with yet another Participatory Self-Actualization Opportunity because that’s just the kind of person she is.
This time, she’s asked her loyal readers to join her in her tradition of making pre-Resolutions. Unlike the usual January ones which are meant to be kept all year, and which I generally kick into the cat box around March 3rd, pre-Resolutions are to be kept for the month—or any part of the month, no matter how small—of December.
Here are my pre-Resolutions for December 2010:
1. I will buy new tires for my car before the end of the month, as I am still driving on the 2005 originals. Not only can I see all of Mr. Lincoln when I try the penny test on what can no longer truthfully be called the treads, but the bridge I use to pass over the mighty Mississippi at least twice a day—with kids—is starting to develop that icy sheen.*
And it $&#@ snowed yesterday.
2. I will write at least two hours a day during the month of December. Words on paper, pixels on screen. To save my sanity, the time will be cumulative, not sequential, but there will be no carryover or make-up minutes. I will write every day.
Blogging doesn’t count, so expect shorter posts, y’all. You can thank me later.
3. I will finish the socks I started in May for Mom’s June birthday—all the way up, none of this “Mom prefers anklets” business—and send them to her in time for Christmas.
If I can remember where I put them.
4. I will take my kids to see Tangled the very first chance I get and buy them too much popcorn and not worry about how much gets inside the kids or outside the containers. And I might even take them twice.
So that’s the plan for December.
With perseverance and a little luck—I seriously have no idea where those socks are—I might even make it past Hanukkah!
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* ‘Cause the mighty Mississip goes all the way up, that’s why. The sultry deltas get all the press, so people tend to forget the ice floes at the other end.
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Good ones! Very admirable. We did Tangled on Sunday and you will not be disappointed. The only downer was that someone stole my cell phone. Rat bastard.
Thanks, Laurel. I was hoping the movie was worth the media fuss—The Frog Princess really wasn’t.
I’ll remember to leave my phone at home . . . 🙂
I liked MegaMind better than Tangled and found Tangled…. very Disney. But it will depend on what you expect from it.
I’m pretty much expecting a Disney Princess story with cute animals and singable songs—but my kids are seven and three and my maturity level is fully adjustable, so that’s okay!
One of my professors, formerly managing editor at scholastic pretty much ordered the class to go see it (and forbade us from seeing Harry Potter Seven part 1 if we hadn’t already. She disaproves of the books she wasn’t there for) 🙂
She was there for Rapunzel? Now that’s tenure . . .
Argh! Caught in a poorly worded statement of my on devising!
🙂
two HOURS?? V. ambitious!! Hooray!!!
i just took my kids to see “tangled” and they loved it. as did i!
I just saw Tangled–it was cute and enjoyable, especially in 3D. The animals are great of course. My favorite was the Horse, but the Chameleon is a close second.
I did find the blond vs brunette dichotomy a bit problematic, though.
And two hours a day–ADMIRABLE. I salute you.
The brunette hair being “unmagical” bothered me, too—I sneaked a peek at the chapter book so I would know when to prepare Jane for any scary parts!
Thanking you early for the time focused on writing. The example alone is inspiring.
And from a guy’s perspective, brunette hair can ABSOLUTELY be magical. It all depends on who’s wearing it.
Wow–thanks! 🙂
Can’t wait to see the socks finished, if worse comes to worse I have plenty of sock yarn that you could use to start over! 😉
You could just offer to finish them for me. Maybe this Sunday? While I’m going through all that stuff I left at your house while we moved into ours?Three years ago?
Never mind.
I love the idea of this. One month. Surely I can handle one month. Not be crabby. Can I go that for a month. I don’t know… Well, maybe I’ll start with one day at a time.
I don’t know if I can go without being crabby for ten minutes during the holiday season . . . it’s kind of like Jingle Bells over Mall loudspeakers: inevitable.